The old man glanced back at his son, "You're back, if you want to run away today, you have to let him remember it longer." ” The man took another bite of steamed buns, "That's time to beat, it's time to let Xiaoli practice her courage," he wiped his mouth and walked up to his son, "Knock on his ass, there is a lot of meat in that place, and you can't die if the skin is open." ” The child snorted, held the iron rod tightly with both hands, raised it high, and smashed it down.
The muffled grunt grew louder and smaller, and finally disappeared into the deep darkness with the light of the slanting sun, and could no longer be heard.
Cheng Muyou walked aimlessly in the market, he had sent someone to look for Xin'an City for a few days, but he had not found any trace of Wangcheng, the fat tea stall owner, as if the world had evaporated, disappeared into the street market where he had been doing business for more than ten years.
Where did he go?
Is it dead or alive?
If so, why hasn't the body been seen yet?
These questions were tangled in his mind, and he couldn't calm down no matter what.
The tea stall was still there, the tables and benches were full of dust, and because the person had not yet been found, Wang Cheng's daughter-in-law had no intention of taking care of the business anymore, and the tea stall had not opened for several days.
Cheng Muyou walked to a bench and sat down, his headache was terrible, his two temples suddenly jumped non-stop, he still couldn't figure it out, why did Wang Cheng disappear?
Is it a coincidence?
Or did he remember where Li Rengui had appeared, so he was killed by the murderer.
Now it seems that the latter is more likely, otherwise it would not be so coincidental.
If this is inferred, then the murderer must have seen that he had come to Wang Cheng, and he was afraid that he would reveal the secret, so he was ruthless to him.
However, there are so many people on this street, stalls, consumption, and the flow of people is still very strong, how can the murderer be found out from the vast sea of people?
Thinking of this, his head hurt even more, so he could only hold his forehead with his hand and rest with his eyes closed on the table.
Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, Cheng Muyou didn't pay attention to it, because there was a canopy above his head to protect him from the sun and rain, but who didn't think that this bamboo frame was not very strong, and no one tied the rope for a few days.
At the last moment, his sleeve was pulled violently, and his body immediately came out from under the canopy, and was not hit by the bamboo pole behind him.
When I turned around, I saw a figure holding an umbrella smiling at me, "My lord, don't you want to die?"
With that, Yan Niang took a step forward and put the umbrella on top of Cheng Muyou's head.
"Now I don't just owe the girl, even I owe the girl a life."
Cheng Muyou smiled bitterly and walked forward side by side with her.
"Your Excellency is still worried about these murders?"
"Don't you think these cases are weird?"
"Where's the blame?"
"It's not that I haven't seen murder cases, but the murderers have their own motives, love killings, vendetta killings, purposeless killings, nothing more than that, I originally thought that the murderers in these cases were improvised and killed at will, because the victims didn't know each other.
But now, it turns out that this is not the case.
The deceased's arms were cut off, and this was by no means a whim of the murderer who found it fun, and I think that the reason why the deceased's arms were cut off may have his own uses. ” "Of course it won't be a whim," Yan Niang said softly.
Cheng Muyou stood still, "What does the girl think?"
” "Have you ever heard of 'human animals'?"
"Humans and animals, people as livestock?"
Yan Niang nodded, "Livestock can be used to sacrifice to the heavens, and people are treated as livestock, that is, living people are sacrificed." ” She was calm every time she uttered such a thrilling word, but this cold tone made the listener shudder: does human sacrifice, such an unethical thing, still exist in the world today?
"I have only heard that the Shang Dynasty once had a living sacrifice to the sky, the Shang Dynasty human sacrifice was very popular, human and animal animals were used to sacrifice to the ancestral gods, human animals were also laid with dog animals, etc., its use of many people, the cruelty of the means, later generations can not imagine.
But now that the girl is suddenly talking about human animals, do you think that these men, no, or rather, these arms have been sacrificed to the gods?
” Yan Niang's eyes looked straight at the rain in front of her, without a trace of emotion in it, "Living human sacrifices are used to sacrifice gods or other sacred objects, and the people who sacrifice usually beg for supernatural power by killing humans.
There are many ways for merchants to sacrifice people, whether they are killed with Wagyu cattle and sheep and sacrifice them with their whole body, or they can sacrifice only the internal organs, blood, and head of human animals, and sacrifice a certain part of their bodies.
Another point is that the murderer did not bury the corpses, but discarded them as if they were sacrificial animals. ” "The vicious customs of thousands of years ago still exist in the territory of the Great Song Dynasty?"
"Without death, there is no regeneration."
The rain drifted onto Cheng Muyou's robe, and he shuddered, "What do you mean by this?"
” "The cruel sacrifice of the living was due to the fact that the ancients believed that, like the crops, the birth of a new thing was based on the death of other things.
That is to say, death and rebirth are two sides of the same thing, and in order for something to continue to thrive, it must be accompanied by the death of other people or creatures. ” "What does the girl mean is that the murderer sacrificed people and animals in order to resurrect something or someone?"
When he said this, a dense layer of goosebumps had climbed up behind him.
"It's just my guess, but if I'm right, adults need to hurry, I think the resurrected thing is not a good thing."
Before the words fell, Cheng Muyou had already raised his legs and walked outside the umbrella, he seemed to have forgotten the rain and fog in the sky, like a soulless body, walking quickly in the pouring rain.
Yan Niang held an umbrella and followed, "My lord, where are you going and what are you going to do?"
” Raindrops fell down his handsome nose to his lips, his breath was short, and his eyes were full of unstoppable energy, "I'm going back to sign a curfew, and I'm going to find someone." ” "Who?"
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"Mr.
Hejing."
"Lonely Mountain Forest and Jing?"
"Mr.
Hejing is a hermit master, and he is wild and debauched, but he knows about the affairs of the world, so I want to ask him for advice from Gushan."
"Gushan and Xin'an are far apart, and it takes more than a month to come and go, not to mention, that Lin and Jing often travel everywhere, and they leave for half a year, and when they find him, the daylilies are cold."
Cheng Muyou clenched his fists, "Then what should I do?"
” "I know someone who might be able to help you."