Netherworld Investigator Chapter 442: You are the light, I am the darkness

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I was stunned for a while and asked: "How do you say this?"

Song Heting told me that because the Song family has been ill-fated since the Southern Song Dynasty, an ancestor who was proficient in rationality came up with such a way to divide the Song family into two. The genealogy is exactly the same. Each is a shadow clan.

This has practical significance, just like the double dragon formation in the art of war, the two clans can help each other, even if the disaster occurs, it will not harm the whole clan. During the Ming Dynasty, Xingbu minister Song Tiemian was framed by a treacherous man, and the nine clans of Zhulian were killed. The entire Wen Song was almost completely destroyed. Later, with the help of Wu Song, he gradually made a comeback...

There is another interesting thing. In order to preserve the incense, the two clans will always stand on opposite sides in the era of historical changes! For example, during the War of Liberation, the Wen Song clan chief at the time was a chief of staff within the People's Liberation Army, while Wu Song joined the Kuomintang. Later, Wu Song launched the Changsha Uprising with the help of Wen Song and passed that period smoothly.

Song Heting sighed: "As the saying goes, strong is easy to break, and strong is easy to break. Our Song family has a large number of talents in the past, and it is inevitable that we will attract the wind. In order to survive the troubled times, our ancestors came up with this method. So you have to deal with it. Jiangbei Remnant, the three patriarchs ordered me to stop you, not for anything else, but for the overall situation, for the whole family!"

I said: "Auntie, it's not that I'm going my own way. That organization is already lawless..."

Song Heting stretched out a hand and said: "Don't talk about this first, it's important to solve the case now!"

Song Heting continued to check Zupu, she suddenly said: "Let's go to the mountain to have a look."

The four of us came to the mountain. The paper ash burned by Granny Yan was still in front of the grave last night. Song Heting looked around and said: "This grave belongs to my brother."

I was surprised: "In what year did your brother died?"

Song Heting replied: "It is impossible for him to be killed by the enemy eight years ago!"

I pondered for a while, and suddenly realized that the skeletal pot had also been replaced. In other words, no one except Granny Yan knew who the dead was.

I decided to visit her. Song Heting told me: "You should be polite to her. Although Granny Yan is a foreigner, she is a goddess in the village after all. She is quite high in status. You are not allowed to use your pupils of Hades to scare her. ."

I agreed and came to Granny Yan's house with Song Jie and Song Xingchen. After knocking on the door a few times, a middle-aged woman came forward to open the door and asked who we were looking for? I made up an excuse that I wanted to see Granny Yan, and the middle-aged woman said to go in.

Song Jie whispered to me: "This woman is also a widow. She is now dedicated to serving Granny Yan. Everyone says that she may be the next generation of goddess."

I smiled and said: "Can you still see this stuff? Is it possible that it is you?"

Song Jie cursed: "Go away, you curse me, the goddess must be widows. This has been the case since the first generation of goddesses in the Southern Song Dynasty. It has never changed."

I knew I had made a mistake and apologized in a low voice.

After a while, the middle-aged women invited us in. The room was dark and sandalwood was lit, and there were some mysterious things hanging on the wall, some amulets, spices, and paper figures. Granny Yan was sitting on a mat with a rosary in her hand, and she pointed in front of her. With a stick of incense.

I was about to speak when Grandma Yan suddenly stretched out her hand like a chicken paw, and as soon as she grasped my hand and squeezed it severely, I almost cried out. It turned out that she was touching my hand bone.

Grandma Yan closed her eyes and said: "Dragon and tiger in her palm are both lucky and lucky. However, if you are too angry, there will be a disaster of three swords in your fate. However, Ji people have their own natural phenomena, which is not bad, He Ting Tian Got a good son-in-law!"

I explained embarrassingly: "Mr. Yan, you have misunderstood, I am also the Song family, and Song Heting is my aunt."

Mrs. Yan opened her eyes and looked at me, and said, "What's the point of looking for the old man?"

I stopped talking and looked at the woman who was standing behind. Granny Yan waved: "Cuihuan, you go out first."

I just said: "A person died in the village five years ago."

"Which year will there be no death in the village?" Granny Yan replied blankly.

"I'm talking about a murder case. The body of that person is now hidden in the sacred tree in the village. You don't know about this, right?" I began to ask.

Mr. Yan’s status is noble, and she probably never offends her, so her mental quality is not as good as that of ordinary criminals. She immediately became nervous when she heard this, but smiled calmly: "Lady, I’m getting older. Back, I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

I couldn’t let myself go: "Mr. Yan, you live in this village. You don’t know the skills of the Song family. Where did you go last night? If I’m right, your shoes are still on the mountain. The grave soil, do you want me to check it face-to-face!"

Mrs. Yan slowly dialed the rosary: ​​"Everyone is dead, why bother to turn over the old tents and harm a few lives in vain?"

I sneered: "According to what you said, the police don't have to work. Anyway, people can't be resurrected after death, and it doesn't make sense to catch the murderer."

"Lady, if you do not hesitate to speak, I will invite you out!" Granny Yan scolded.

I bowed my hand and said: "Mr. Yan, forgive me, I know you are noble, but I am investigating this case now, no matter who you are, there is only one identity in front of me-the suspect! "

Mrs. Yan bowed her head and said nothing, I forced to ask: "Did you kill people?"

"I have been a vegetarian all my life, let alone a human being, I have never killed a chicken."

This sentence is not a lie. It seems Granny Yan is an insider, not a murderer.

In order to knock the mountain and vibrate the tiger, I told all the things I have found so far: "But you are helping the murderer to conceal the truth, and you secretly hide one or two when washing people's bones, and save a corpse out of thin air. Turning the corpse in the banyan tree into an unowned corpse. In your capacity, is it not disrespectful to offend the dead? Why do you do this? There are two possibilities. First, the murderer is closely related to you, and second, you It’s a stakeholder!"

The fingers of Granny Yan's rosary showed a trace of panic. Song Jie's eyes widened, probably because she was afraid that I would provoke Granny Yan. My tone was already very aggressive.

But the more such a noble person, the more I have to overwhelm her in the aura. This is my experience in handling cases.

"Lady!" Grandmother Yan suddenly raised her eyelids, stretched out a thin finger, fiddled with the green smoke rising from the incense burner, and wrote a few words in the air. She must be forgiven and forgiving.

"Ah." Song Jie screamed, pulling me in and whispering: "Cousin Song Yang, let's go! Granny Yan, excuse me."

Faced with the miracle she performed, there was no wave in my heart, but a sneer: "I will also give you a few words!"

I took out a small bottle from her cushion, dipped my finger in it, and wrote in the cigarette. What I wrote was—there is a **** who raises my head three feet! Those words stayed in mid-air for a few seconds before slowly drifting away.

"Enough!" Granny Yan became angry and shouted: "Get out of here and learn etiquette before you come to see me."

The widow ran in and ordered us to leave. I said in a gloomy tone: "Mr. Yan, do you believe in ghosts? He is in this room now."

After that, I sacrificed the pupil of Hades, not looking at her, but staring at the row of candles behind her, and the candles went out all at once...