Finally, there was a girl in red, her neck completely covered, so nothing could be seen.
These three people came in together, which was very noticeable because their combination seemed so incongruous.
The three of them looked around for a while and saw that only the tutor's table was empty.
No more, no less, exactly three empty seats.
The Taoist priest came over and asked kindly: "Can I sit down?"
"please."
The tutor became interested in them.
A Taoist priest, an old man, and a girl.
Yes, he was interested.
The waiter came forward and asked, "What do you want, sir?"
"Hot a plate of vegetables." The Taoist priest said, and then asked the old man what he wanted.
"Shaobing." The teacher raised his eyebrows in surprise.
The old man's voice was very high-pitched. After paying attention for a moment, he realized that the old man didn't have a beard.
The old man raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were like lightning. The tutor couldn't help but trembled, and he shrank his shoulders as if he was worried that he would be seen through.
"Red leaves?" the Taoist priest asked the girl again.
The girl shook her head, then glanced at the tutor with her big elf-like eyes.
Before taking the food to come, the private school teacher struck up a conversation: "What is the name of the Taoist priest?"
"The clouds are empty."
"Nice to meet you at Xialuohai, named Tianchi."
The private school teacher raised his hand and said.
Yunkong said: "Tianchi... is interesting, but does it come from "Shuowen"?"
The school master originally thought that Yun Kong was just a wild Taoist, but now he was surprised: "The Taoist master knows the allusion, but do you know it has another origin?"
"To the north of the poor, there are those who live in the sea of darkness, and Tianchi is also... it is the "Zhuangzi" Xiaoyaoyou."
Yun Kong smiled.
The tutor raised the wine bottle, poured a glass of wine for each of Yun Kong and the old man, and said happily: "I usually meet a lot of lay people, but today I just met a fellow Taoist, so let me propose a toast."
"I don't dare. I've only read a few books."
Yun Kong stroked his beard shyly.
The three of them toasted each other, and the tutor asked again, "What do you call this old gentleman?"
"I'm You He."
You He had a pair of sharp eyes. Although he was old and swollen, when he looked at the tutor, the tutor immediately looked away with a guilty conscience.
"Nice to meet you..." the tutor said uncomfortably.
"Is Mr. Luo so interested in necks?"
You He's sudden question made the tutor unable to resist, and he garbled his words: "What...why...why did the old gentleman say this?"
"You keep looking at people's necks, it's annoying."
Hongye suddenly made a sound, his tone was very unhappy.
Seeing the little girl's sharp gaze, the tutor looked around even more uneasily, for fear of attracting the attention of other drinkers. Although no one turned to look at him, he still couldn't resist the urge to rush out the door.
Yun Kong quickly calmed down the atmosphere: "Mr. Luo seems to be a scholar and a scholar, how could he..."
"Taoist Master..." The private school teacher lowered his head, feeling very ashamed, "To be honest, I am a private school teacher."
"It turns out to be Master, I'm sorry." Yun Kong bowed hurriedly.
"However, I also have doubts, and I want to find someone to answer my questions, but I can't find anyone who can answer them."
"If you don't mind, Master, you might as well talk about your doubts," Yun Kong said with a smile, "As the saying goes, when three people are together, there must be one who is my teacher."
"Quite..." The tutor smiled sheepishly, "I told you, please don't be offended."
You He said: "Just don't be offended."
Hearing You He's high-pitched voice, the tutor was distracted again.
"I," the tutor bit his lower lip, "I want to know how people's heads are cut off."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the three of them.
The three of them didn't show any surprise at all.
"Cut it with a knife." Hongye said in confusion.
She didn't understand how this adult could be so stupid.
"No, it's not." The tutor waved his hand hurriedly, "I want to know where to start?
How to start?
What will happen to the severed heads..."
"Why do you want to know?" You He asked.
"I...just wanted to know."
"Is it the desire for knowledge?" Yun Kong said, "The poor Taoist was also like this. Once he wanted to seek some knowledge, he wanted to read all the books in the world and ask people all over the world. There was a kind of restlessness that kept him from hearing the truth morning and night. The feeling of dying."
"That's right," the tutor said with a hint of joy, "I know enough stories about beheadings to fill a book."
"Maybe it's the confusion of life and death?" Yun Kong added, "If you don't know life, how can you know death? But people always have doubts about death and want to pry into the boundary between life and death, or explore the world after death."
"Maybe..." The tutor suddenly thought of his wife and his students.
He was afraid to go home because his wife was always sarcastic at him and always glanced at his face with disdain, as if she didn't even bother to take another look.
He hates going to class. He feels that the students in the school are all stupid people, and teaching them is a waste of time. If it is not for the purpose of obtaining money for life, or if it is not for the purpose of completing his own ambition, he does not want to see those students again. .
Once, when he passed Caishikou, he happened to be executed.
He stopped and watched the execution.
The moment the prisoner's head was severed, he felt as if an electric current was flowing through his whole body, and his whole body was numb and excited.
From that moment on, he became obsessed with beheading.
Of course, he wouldn't tell the three people in front of him.
He said: "I wonder if you two have heard any anecdotes about beheading?"
Hong Ye curled her lips unhappily.
"Honestly," You He said, "I was once a bastard."
"Then I must have seen a lot of decapitated corpses."
The school teacher said happily.
"It's quite a lot.
The old man remembered a case. It was a decapitated corpse. The head rolled down next to the corpse. The murderer was immediately caught. Some people said that the neighbor of the deceased had a problem with him. That day someone saw the neighbor going out with a knife. When he was found, there was indeed blood stains. "
"The neighbor must be a murderer."
"No," You He said, "the skin and flesh on the broken neck of the deceased were not tightened. This means that the head was cut off after death."
The tutor's eyes widened, his nostrils dilated, and he held his breath, listening with relish.
"Any wound that was made during life will shrink, but the cut after death will not, so I know it was cut after death," You He added, "Also, there is not much blood in the broken neck."
"Ah," the tutor said, "I saw that when a person's head is cut off, the blood spurts out violently."
"Exactly."
The normal expansion of the heart and the pressure on the blood vessel walls will maintain a high pressure inside the human body. When the head is cut off, this pressure will find an outlet to be released.
According to eyewitnesses, the blood would spurt into a very tall pillar.
According to eyewitnesses, if the upper body of the body was kicked into the water at this time, the blood spurting from the neck would cause the body to shake.
"There wasn't much blood, which means the person had been dead for a while before the head was cut off."
When You He said these words, his expression did not change at all.
"Then the murderer is not a neighbor?"
"have no idea."
"How could you not know?"
"We are acting as co-workers. We are only responsible for testing, not arresting people." You He closed his eyes for a while, "So, the neighbor was still sentenced to death, and no one planned to investigate whether there was someone else."
"You Lao," Yun Kong patted You He's hand, "What do you think?"
"What do I think? That man looked like he had fallen on the road. Someone cut off his head to frame the neighbor, making him look like he was killed." You He breathed out, "But mention it. Xing doesn’t care what I think.”
Tixing is an official of scholars. He does not touch the corpse personally, but he is the real decider of the autopsy results. To them, Zuzuo is just their humble subordinate.
The private school teacher hurriedly asked: "Then how do you know that the head was cut off and not chopped off?"
"The skin and flesh of the incision are uneven, which shows that it took a lot of effort to cut off the head."
The tutor nodded: "It seems that cutting off a human head is not easy."
"It's not simple."
"Is there an easy way to cut it off?"
Yun Kong shuddered suddenly and suddenly looked into the eyes of the tutor.
The tutor's pupils were almost completely dilated, his face flushed, and his palms trembled slightly.
Yun Kong felt ominous.
Very ominous.
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Under the dim light, the tutor's pen was waving rapidly.
He waited for his wife to fall asleep before lighting a lamp and writing a book.
He didn't want his wife to nag him for wasting lamp oil, so he had been writing so late at night for several days, and his desk was full of drafts.
He wrote quickly, trying to catch up with the thoughts flowing out of his brain.
The knowledge he spent a lot of time and effort to collect has formed a dense network in his mind, a monograph on beheading.
