Netherworld Investigator Chapter 681: The truth about ghost crying

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Leaving the tomb, Professor Sima asked with concern: "Did you find any clues?"

I didn't want to disclose, because I suspected that the murderer was in the middle of the group, so I prevaricated in a few words and asked them to re-seal the tomb door with the box.

The shovel I dug the soil just now was still thrown on the ground. I picked it up and tucked it under my clothes. Huang Xiaotao teased: "Oh, you are still doing the business of holding sheep. Why do you want this? Robbing the grave alone at night?"

I said: "If there is a beautiful female corpse like you in the tomb, I will definitely come."

"You bastard!" Huang Xiaotao reached out and pulled my ears.

I kept begging for mercy: "By the way, help me get a bamboo tube, or something like a tube, I'm useful at night."

Sun Bingxin asked: "I bought a few tubes of Lay's potato chips, can I?"

I nodded: "It's absolutely possible. This quality is better than bamboo tubes. You quickly eat up one tube and give me the empty tube."

Sun Bingxin saluted and said with a smile: "Guaranteed to complete the task."

Song Xingchen and Cui police officers also came. The archaeological team arranged two tents for us, one for the three men and one for the two girls.

The archeological team’s night was quite boring. The members were chatting around the fire and reading novels. I didn’t find Luo Shuzhong among them. I immediately asked a young member who was fading and said: “Where is Luo Shuzhong? ?"

Xie Dingnan grumbled toward the tent: "I write a paper in it, I'm a scholar!" After that, continue to read his book "The Years When I Was A Captain of Touching Jin".

Sun Bingxin sighed: "Students are always easy to be squeezed out, everywhere."

Huang Xiaotao said: "It seems that Miss Sun has a personal experience!"

"Although I am a schoolmaster, but so cute, I can be popular in school."

"Then you always play with us, and you have never seen you interact with your classmates."

Huang Xiaotao exposed it sharply, Sun Bingxin pretended to be heartache and covered her chest: "Sister Xiaotao, do you want to be so sharp?"

I remember that Sun Bingxin skipped two grades when she was in elementary school. She was younger than her classmates. In addition, she was diligent and hard-working, and Sun Huo was very strict. It was understandable that she had no friends in school.

I asked Sun Bingxin if the test results came out. She replied: "The poison in the lungs of the deceased is indeed calcium phosphide. This thing will react violently when it encounters water, but there is another organic poison I haven't detected."

Light phosphate calcium can be deadly, I asked: "Is it sure that the second kind is also a poison?"

"I experimented with mice. They are indeed poisons." Sun Bingxin replied.

"Where is the dirt on the deceased?"

Sun Bingxin’s expression is exaggerated and authentic: "Don’t be shocked when you say it. I asked an uncle at an appraisal center to help with the test. He used the carbon-14 dating method. The age of those soils is more than a thousand years. !"

Huang Xiaotao was shocked: "Really?"

"It's true!" Sun Bingxin promised.

I pondered for a moment, and gave the soil sample I had just taken to Sun Bingxin, and told her: "This was taken from the tomb. One contained poison, which was suspected to be the same as the poison in the deceased's body; the other was found on the footprints of the murderer. Yes, you still use the carbon 14 identification method to see if this guy is an old monster crawling out of the coffin."

Huang Xiaotao asked: "Footprints? Have you taken a photo?"

"Take a picture, it looks like a pair of ancient boots. If I see you again, I will definitely recognize it." Having said that, I remembered that Song Xingchen had a better understanding of ancient costumes, so I asked him to recognize it.

Song Xingchen quickly said: "There is a non-slip iron net at the bottom. This was worn by generals in the Tang and Song Dynasties. It should be matched with the armor."

Detective Cui opened his mouth in shock: "Is it really..."

"No, no, let's just talk about things. Don't rush to conclusions. The murderer is suspicious, just wanting us to think about it, but I don't like this one." I laughed.

After talking about the case, Huang Xiaotao picked up a large bag of supplies bought by Sun Bingxin, looked around and asked: "Miss Sun, why didn't you buy skin care products?"

Sun Bingxin stuck out his tongue: "I thought you brought it, don't you bring it every time?"

Huang Xiaotao smiled bitterly: "I forgot this time."

At this moment, the ponytail came over and said: "I still have some Dabao SOD honey, or you can use it first."

Huang Xiaotao's eyes lit up: "Thank you so much!"

Before nine o'clock, Professor Sima asked everyone to go to sleep, and leave a migrant worker to watch the night. There is an extra pay for the night.

We entered the tent, and I said to Officer Cui: "It's really hard to make you come to such a difficult place!"

"No, no, no, what's in it." Officer Cui was a little flattered.

"By the way, you should take a break first. I want to do some ‘little moves’ and say hello to you first. I will try my best not to disturb you." I reminded mysteriously.

"Would you like to leave a light?" Officer Cui asked.

"No, the lights are off." I said.

Detective Cui turned off the light and went to bed with a suspicious look. I told Song Xingchen to stop falling asleep, then dig a hole in the ground with a hand shovel, insert the potato chip tube into it, and fill it with soil.

Song Xingchen recognized at a glance: "Listen to the sound?"

I smiled and said: "Yes!"

This method is not my original creation. When the Qing army fought with the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom dig tunnels to siege the city. The Qing army buried the earthen jar on the ground and let the soldiers sit inside and listen to the movement. Although it was an earth method, it could Find the direction of the tunnel accurately.

Sergeant Cui said, every night here, weird movements come from the ground, so I want to hear, where does this ‘strange movement’ come from?

After I was done, I lay on the bed and closed my eyes to rest, while Song Xingchen sat cross-legged on another camp bed to adjust my breath. At about eleven o'clock, there was a gloomy movement, and it sounded a bit like the wind. Gradually, there was a woman's grieving cry, which was really creepy in this atmosphere.

When I turned over and got out of bed, I put my ear on the potato chip tube and listened. Song Xingchen took his knife and was ready to rush out.

I closed my eyes and listened for a while, and shouted: "Seven o'clock! Hurry!"

We both rushed out and ran in that direction. As a result, no one was seen. Song Xingchen pointed to a place and said, "Little master, look!"

A bulge on the ground, I handed the shovel to Song Xingchen, he dug twice, and raised a bag from the soil, which contained a tape recorder, playing a terrifying sound at the maximum volume.

Song Xingchen turned it off, and I looked around. There seemed to be some footprints on the ground. Before I could observe carefully, there was a scream from behind, which was the voice of Sun Bingxin.

I was afraid that Sun Bingxin would be unpredictable, so I hurried to her tent and asked outside: "What's wrong?"

Sun Bingxin was so frightened that her voice was distorted: "Brother Song Yang, there is...something licking my face..."

Huang Xiaotao said: "When I just fell asleep, it seemed that something was licking my hand. I thought it was a dream."

I asked: "Can I come in?"

"Come in!" Huang Xiaotao said.

I walked into the tent, turned on the light, and I almost laughed when I saw Sun Bingxin. Huang Xiaotao was lying down, but Sun Bingxin was wearing pajamas with a bear pattern.

I noticed that the bottom of the tent was arched open. I took Huang Xiaotao's hand and looked at Sun Bingxin's cheeks, with some slippery liquid remaining on it.

I remembered that the two girls also mentioned this kind of thing. Is there really a pervert who got his head in and licked people? But the opening at the bottom of the tent is very small, let alone a person, can't even get in his head, unless he is a long tongue.

I looked at the ground, saw a row of tiny footprints, and suddenly understood...