“The elements are so complete!”
Everyone gathered in the backyard, perhaps because they had no sympathy for the death of the arrogant and domineering soldier. Di Jin looked at the solitary head placed in the plain white snow, and this thought came to his mind.
Closed environment…
Rumors of hauntings…
Corpses with severed heads...
And there are no footprints in the snow...
The original reasoning is ecstatic!
Of course, compared to the limited number of suspects in mystery novels, there are a lot more people in the inn now.
There were more than ten people who came to the backyard alone, not to mention some hiding in their own rooms.
Without enough time to observe others, Xue Chao had already clenched his fists and walked out of the hospital: "I'll bring Boss Dong back!"
Di Jin glanced at the plain white snow and said, "This officer should wait for the local government to send someone. This piece of snow without footprints is also evidence of the murder and cannot be destroyed."
Xue Chao turned his head and responded angrily: "Then just watch the head there? If a wild beast bites him, will Dong Dong'er die without a complete body?"
The ancients were most taboo about death without complete corpses. If a living person was disabled, they would try to bring back the broken arms and limbs and bury them together in the same coffin after death. Even prisoners should be buried intact after death. Therefore, in many cases , the executioner will not completely separate the head and body of the deceased so that the prisoner's family can sew them up afterwards.
Now no one could stop Xue Chao's request to collect the corpses of his colleagues. Di Jin said nothing more and watched as the other party pulled a piece of cloth and walked out of the courtyard.
The snowdrift was about thirty or forty feet away from the backyard entrance, more than a hundred meters away, and the snow was dazzling. Not everyone could stare at it all the time, but Di Jin and Di Xiangling watched without blinking. Following Xue Chao step by step, he walked over.
This fat official didn't seem to be as brave as he appeared, and his steps were not fast. When he reached the head, his body trembled obviously. With trembling hands, he picked up the cloth, covered it on the top of the snowdrift, and carefully lifted the head. After putting the package in, he kicked it angrily a few times, pushed the entire snowdrift down, and then turned back step by step.
The footprints on the snow became messy, but everyone's attention had been focused on the cloth wrapped in his hands.
"It's Boss Dong!"
The officer took one look and recognized Dong Ba.
The eyes were closed, the hair was disheveled, the top of the head was very clean, but there were a lot of snowflakes on the ends of the hair, and the blood on the face was solidified...
This righteous general no longer looked as ferocious as he did yesterday.
The expressions of others were mostly shock and fear, but Di Xiangling turned from the head to the snow: "It's strange, if this murderer is not extremely skilled in martial arts, how could he come and go?"
"Snow without footprints..."
Some classic cases suddenly appeared in Di Jin's mind, such as the murder case of magic enthusiasts in Conan. Later, some people tried to restore the techniques in reality, but obviously, the distance of more than 100 meters made too many tricks disappear. When he was using his skills, he whispered: "Can Qinggong Shenfa be able to step on the snow without leaving a trace, and come and go freely?"
Di Xiangling looked around outside the courtyard: "These two sides are empty. There are no trees to borrow strength. Your feet must touch the ground. The depth depends on your Qing Gong. If it's Ouyang Chun, others may not be able to tell. I am inferior in Qing Gong." You can't walk on the snow without leaving a trace..."
Di Jin did not think that the murderer would be the most powerful person in the world. He looked up at the sky and said, "If it continues to snow, the footprints will be covered and you won't be able to tell..."
The ground covered with heavy snow accumulates slowly. To a certain extent, it can be regarded as a fluid. As long as the sky is still snowing, no matter how deep the footprints are, they will disappear quickly, in no more than two quarters of an hour, and it can be seen that There will be no traces left behind, and there will be no shallow areas where you step on them and thick areas around them.
Northerners who are used to seeing snow naturally know this better. Di Xiangling said: "If it keeps snowing, it is normal for the murderer to come and go, but in that case, the top of the head should also be covered with snowflakes. Dong Ba's head just now You can also see that only the end of his hair is stained with snow, which is obviously because he was placed on the snowdrift, indicating that his body was moved after the snow stopped... This method really looks like a ghost floating around. !”
Similar questions were lingering in the minds of others, and someone asked in a trembling voice: "Didn't the murderer... float over?"
A hoarse and unpleasant voice rang out: "Evil ghost! The evil ghost is here to claim your life! Let you sleep in that room alone! Die~ Haha! Hahahaha!"
Everyone was startled and looked around, and saw the waiter Xiao Qi clapping his hands and jumping out.
Everyone looked on stupidly. Xue Chao became furious and reached out to grab Xiao Qi: "What are you talking about?"
Xiao Qi was caught in great pain. He shrank up, held his neck, and rolled his one eye with a penetrating light: "A ghost is coming! A ghost is coming! I can't beat him! I can't suppress him!"
I heard Lin Xiaoyi describe the weirdness of this little guy before, but seeing it with my own eyes was still far scarier than when he described it orally. The businessman who was going to sleep in Dong Ba's house turned pale with fright and exclaimed: "The evil ghost is asking for his life... The evil ghost is asking for his life." …Could someone have died in this store?”
Xue Chao immediately looked at the store: "Is what this blind boy said true?"
Wang Hou was also dumbfounded: "It's impossible! When I took over this inn half a year ago, I heard that there was absolutely no such thing! I spent hundreds of dollars on this inn!"
"Took it over half a year ago?" Xue Chao spat upon hearing this, full of disdain: "You idiot, this place is not far from the official road, and there is no shortage of pedestrians. If someone hadn't died, who would have asked you to take over?"
The two merchants nearby also nodded, obviously they had heard of or experienced the loss of prosperous shop rentals.
Wang Hou was already sad, but he could no longer bear the ridicule and burst into tears: "Wow, wow, wow! No one died! No one died!"
"Stop crying, take him back and keep him under strict supervision!" Xue Chao began to give orders: "You should also go back to your house quickly. Don't move around until the people from the Yamen come!"
Everyone's faces turned pale and they stopped moving forward. Looking at the place where they lived last night was like looking at a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.
What Xiao Qi said was too permeating, as if he would be dragged into the abyss by evil spirits after returning to the house, and would never be reincarnated.
Xue Chao didn't seem to accept this trick: "Can a little kid who was frightened crazy when he saw a dead person believe what he said? The person who killed Mr. Dong must be in the inn! Go back!"
The guests were eventually driven back, and Di Jin walked towards the inn with his sister, who had become quieter.
But the moment the backyard door closed, he turned to look at the once smooth snow: "Evil ghosts kill people, is it a mystery in the snow? It's interesting, you successfully aroused my interest!"
