Chapter 3: Can Dead People Write?

  "Captain Li, bear with it for a moment, if your hands are safe, then his tongue won't be," said the village chief.

  "You're an old man who won't die, why don't you put your own hands in?" Li Mao felt that the village chief was a bit schadenfreude, he didn't dare say it out loud, but thought about it and it wasn't against the law.

  The village chief rummaged through the house, but couldn't find anything good. Either it was too dirty or would hurt his mouth. He stooped to pick up the cigarette butt he had just thrown on the ground, looked at this old love that had followed him for decades, sighed, and handed it to Li Mao.

  Li Mao looked at the cigarette handed over and, as if seeing a lifeline, quickly stuffed it horizontally into Wang Chu's mouth.

  Li Mao looked at the cigarette holder being bitten into a dent, then looked at the village chief's bitter melon face, and secretly laughed.

  One hour later

  The prince's slightly opened eyes seemed to see a blurry figure swaying in front of him, white, wearing a white robe. He tried hard to see the person's appearance, it was a woman, and she seemed to be very beautiful.

  Suddenly, he only felt a sharp pain in his arm, and a coolness flowed into his body through the blood vessels. His eyes became blurry again, and at this moment, he seemed to vaguely see a strange woman appear beside the white-robed woman, but it was so familiar.

  The village chief arrived at the scene with the police, first to the riverbank where a half-submerged wooden boat was found. Inside the boat, a body floated on the pale red stagnant water, its chest cavity penetrated by five holes about one centimeter in diameter. The eyes revealed extreme fear, and the death was particularly tragic. Upon arriving at the second scene, everyone felt a wave of nausea, as they saw a gruesome mess on the grass, with flesh and blood blurred together, attracting hundreds of flies buzzing around it. Under the scorching sun, the rotting flesh emitted a foul odor that made people shudder. Next to it was an old, broken wooden coffin, which left everyone chilled to the bone.

  "Captain, look at this. There seems to be bloodstains all along this road." At that moment, a young policeman discovered the faintly visible bloodstains on the narrow path.

  Ma Que was startled awake by Cheng Si's words. He looked in the direction Ma Que was pointing.

  "Good kid, you've made progress! Go, follow the bloodstains and see if you can find anything."

  He heard Captain Ma praising him, with a pleased expression, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

  "Hey, little police comrade, you're shy!" Li Mao teased beside him.

  This young policeman is called Zhang Yangshan, an intern at the bureau. To say that his background is still quite impressive, he's Director Zhao's nephew, although his name is a bit...unrefined and common, but after all, he's considered a second-generation official, and his family elders are all expecting him to make a name for himself in the future, just like his name suggests, punishing evil and promoting good.

  As it was a homicide case, many people from the bureau came down, including the village chief, Li Mao, and ten others. These ten people followed the bloodstains forward, and along the way, they found that the bloodstains became more and more obvious. As the bloodstains grew denser, the village chief seemed to become increasingly tense, his old face furrowed with worry. Because among these ten people, only he knew that Sun Huzi's death was absolutely not simple. From those five blood holes, it could be seen that they were clearly like five fingernails inserted into them. However, he wasn't entirely sure of his own thoughts and didn't dare to speak out loud, otherwise, these few people would definitely look at him with a strange gaze, saying that he was spreading feudal superstition and alarmist ideas. If that happened, the village chief's rice bowl would be finished.

  The bloodstains ahead, dense and almost connected, just as everyone's footsteps simultaneously paused, taking a deep breath in unison, because at the end of the bloodstains... A headless corpse stood upright, leaning against the rock with bloody words written all over it.

  And the most striking eight words made everyone's hair stand on end, their expressions becoming exceptionally gloomy.

  Except for the top eight characters on the rock which read "Quickly burn the corpse, transform" with only half of the character for "transform" written.

  There is also a line of very delicate traditional characters, but this line of words was engraved on it, and the content also made everyone feel inexplicable. This line of words is "Are you all ready, hehehe"

  The captain of the horse team looked at the village chief, whose old face was almost twisted into a knot, and his heart was also filled with fear. First, it was Sun Hu's chest being pierced, then there was this headless corpse, and the words on the rock represented what? Everything was so mysterious.

  "Village head, who do you think wrote these few blood characters? And when was the line of words below carved?"

  The village chief seemed to have not heard Captain Ma's question, puffing on his pipe, deep in thought.

  At this time, Li Mao quietly approached from beside him.

  "Captain Ma, this... these words have never been here before. Who would be bored enough to run to the stone and carve words? And not even an artist, let alone those blood letters..."

  "It was written by him"

  The village head took over and pointed at the headless corpse in front of him

  "You... you, what are you saying? Was it he who wrote this? The corpse referred to in the letter is not this one?" At this point Zhang Yangshan interrupted, trembling with fear.

  "Yes," replied the village head.

  Suddenly at this moment, a headless corpse fell down with a thud. The crowd was frightened and couldn't help but shiver.

  "Let's go and take a look," said Captain Ma

  "What's more, it's going to be in the past, aren't you afraid that this corpse will suddenly run out and scare you to death?" Li Mao was horrified.

  "It's already the 21st century, and you're still being superstitious!" Captain Ma said with disdain.

  The crowd gathered around the rock.

  Captain Ma carefully examined the body and found that the left wrist had a comminuted fracture, with a ring-shaped bruise. The decapitation seemed not to be caused by a sharp object, but rather as if it had been torn off alive, but who could have such great strength? Captain Ma was at a loss, and the case became increasingly bizarre.

  "Village... Village Chief, this corpse is Uncle Li's." Li Mao exclaimed in alarm.

  Everyone was shocked

  The village chief, who was smoking a dry cigarette beside him, exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know?"

  "Sweat, Village Chief, have you forgotten that Uncle Li has a mole on his left wrist? It was almost covered by the bruise and I nearly didn't recognize him," said Li Maoxiu, who is Uncle Li's nephew, also known as Big Brother Li.

  "What the hell, I told you to look for it this morning, where did you go? Such a big corpse standing here, didn't you see it?" The village chief was truly heartbroken when he saw that it was indeed Li Dajie.

  "This... such a remote place, who would have thought he'd stand here" Li Mao felt quite embarrassed.

  The cavalry captain, squatting beside the corpse, unexpectedly found another bloodstain leading north from the side of the body. This bloodstain seemed to have no connection with the one that led them here. The captain wondered if this might be the blood of two people, which made everything even more confusing and mysterious.

  "Ah! Head, there's a head in the grass!"

  Only to see Zhang Yang suddenly jump up in fright, pointing at the grass with a look of horror, almost crying out. Because the bloody eyes on that head were staring straight at him, four blood holes piercing left and right on his cheek, making it difficult for people to recognize.

  Needless to say, everyone naturally thought it was Lao Li's head, but that wasn't the case.

  "This, this is also unbelievable, it's actually Uncle Sun's head!" As soon as Li Mao spoke, it was like pouring a basin of cold water on everyone's heads, and they all shuddered. (The "Uncle Sun" in Li Mao's mouth refers to Old Man Sun)

  The discovery of the skull confirmed Captain Ma's conjecture.

  Captain Ma thought for a moment, and it seemed that he had a vague outline of the scene at the crime scene:

  The body, which was Li Dage, had its head severed by the murderer and was dragged here. The murderer then discovered Sun Dage at the rock and killed him, throwing away Li's body and dragging Sun's body instead. What puzzled Captain Ma was where Sun's body was, where Li's head was, what kind of murder weapon caused those five strange blood holes, and why the murderer dragged the two bodies out for hundreds of meters without hiding them. If his guess was correct, then the bloody characters on the rock were not written by this headless corpse before its death. Then who wrote it?

  The sudden and hasty footsteps interrupted Captain Ma's train of thought.

  "Village, village head, police comrades, I've finally found you, something big has happened!" a young man in his twenties panted.

  What's going on? The village chief seems to have realized something is amiss.

  The young man swallowed his saliva and looked very tense. He continued to say that Grandma Wang's body was gone.

  This news was like a bolt from the blue, and the village head felt dizzy for a moment.

  The young man seemed to have choked on his words and got a lump in his throat.

  What else? Speak quickly! The village chief's thin old face looked anxious, his tone and expression severe.

  Mr. Li's head was on Grandma Wang's wooden bed board, and the young man said that this seemed to be getting uncomfortable.

  Everyone present felt a chill run down their spine. Overnight, one corpse disappeared into thin air, three people died under bizarre circumstances, and one person's life or death was unknown.

  This is reminiscent of the two most frightening words "corpse change" on the rock, and Captain Ma is naturally more suspicious that someone is pretending to be mysterious and playing tricks.

  The village chief pulled a long, thin old face and looked at Li Mao in front of him with a helpless expression. In his heart, he scolded, "You damn it, I told you to go find someone, where did you go?"

  This Li Mao is really not letting people off the hook, always dropping the chain at critical moments. According to normal human logic, the first place to look for should be the northern tile house in the village, where Wang Nainai was placed. But this Li Mao was good, and he spent half a day wandering around the village, never going outside the village, and it's unknown whether he used his brains or lacked them.

  The hospital corridor echoed with the sound of footsteps clattering.

  At the sound of it, I knew it was the sound of high heels hitting the ground, and in the midst of the crisp sound, there seemed to be an air of elegance and nobility that made people linger.

  "Eh, Dr. Tian" A chubby girl stopped in her tracks.

  "Eh! Xiao Wu, something's up?" Dr. Tian said, holding a medical record with the name Wang Chu on it.

  "This... nothing." But then, Chubby suddenly changed the subject: "I heard that your new patient is extremely aggressive, be careful!" She even made a fake gesture of clutching her chest.

  "Smelly girl, no manners!" Dr. Tian said with a light tap on Pang Niang's shoulder, pretending to be angry.

  Dr. Tian quietly approached room 1002, his left ear pressed tightly against the door to listen for any sounds inside, which seemed very quiet. He then pushed open the door and went in.