Chapter 2023 Cold Corpse

"Xiao Lu, go drive." I patted his shoulder and said.

"Hey!" The young man suddenly excited, agreed readily, and ran out quickly.

"Master, where are we going?" When I got in the car again, Xiao Lu's expression became more respectful.

At first, his respect for me was just because he was assigned by Boss Guo to guide me, out of superficial courtesy. But after the scene in the Ma Family Courtyard, this guy felt a little more respectful or fearful from the bottom of his heart.

"Go to Zhang Wujin's house."

Xiao Lu was stunned and looked at me in surprise, but didn't ask anything.

We went to find Zhang Wujin first. When we heard that he was dead, we thought it was just a coincidence.

But with Ma Banxian's death, especially the extremely abnormal death, the cause of Zhang Wujin's death may also be very problematic!

When I heard the news of Zhang Wujin's death, it was so sudden that I didn't think much about it. Looking back on what the fat lady said now, I immediately realized that something was wrong!

She said that the night before, she saw Zhang Wujin drinking a small drink by the window, but early the next morning, he felt cold.

This is obviously a bit weird!

Even for a newborn baby, it will take at least five to ten hours at normal temperature to gradually cool down. Moreover, Zhang Wujin drank a lot of wine the night before. In the state of bacterial decomposition, the cooling time will be extended. At least when they found it early in the morning, it would definitely not be cold.

In other words, if the fat lady is not lying, it means there is something wrong with Zhang Wujin!

Soon, we returned to Zhang Wujin’s village.

It was already ten minutes in the afternoon, and there were many idle people sitting under the trees on both sides of the village road, enjoying the cool air and chatting about homely matters.

I jumped out of the car and pretended to ask Zhang Wujin where his home was.

The villagers also told me that he died as early as the morning before yesterday.

Another villager said that he was the one who carried Zhang Wujin's body into the car, and he also mentioned that the bones in his body were extremely cold, and his hands were frozen through several layers of clothes, like big ice cubes.

After thanking the villagers, I asked Xiao Lu to turn around and walk back. After returning to the city, I sent him away and took a taxi to the vicinity of Zhang Village.

Since something is fishy, ​​we must not let go of any detail, let alone trust anyone!

I stood at the edge of the field and peed. Seeing the taxi go away, I got into the crop field and walked straight to the west of the village.

In the morning, I had already been here once. Zhang Wujin’s home was the first one in the west of the village.

I checked carefully and saw that there was no one around, so I quickly climbed over the wall and jumped in.

It seems that this five-pound man makes a living by practicing Feng Shui and does not engage in farming at all. Half of the land in the small courtyard has not been cultivated, and yellow and green weeds are growing all over the ground.

I bowed my waist and walked slowly towards the house. When I was about to pry open the window, I found a piece of ashes in the corner.

Judging from the marks on the ashes, it should have been extinguished by heavy rain before it was completely burned.

I opened it and looked at it. There were bamboo strips tied together and covered with half-burned pale white paper.

What is this?

I continued to look through it for a while, and finally recognized it.

This is a kite!

The bamboo kite with white paper on it looks quite small judging from its frame.

But why did he burn it?

I thought for a while and couldn't think of any reason, so I opened the window and jumped in.

Although Zhang Wujin had been dead for two days, the room was still filled with a pungent smell of alcohol, and there was a large pile of empty wine bottles in the corner.

It seems that the name Zhang Wujin is not in vain, he is really addicted to alcohol.

This house is new, and the paint on the doors and windows is still bright, but the two rooms are empty and there is nothing. Come to think of it, he has no children, not even a family.

Once a person dies, the slightly useful things may have been taken away by other villagers.

After walking around for a while, I found nothing, and my eyes fell on the pile of empty wine bottles again.

There are two types of these wine bottles, one is local imitation Laobaigan, and the other is beer.

However, I discovered a problem!

That is, Zhang Wujin probably does not drink beer.

Because the dust on the liquor bottles may be new or old, the order can basically be determined from the traces of dust.

But there are only two kinds of dust on beer.

One is slightly older, probably between more than a month to two months old, and the other has almost no dust, and there is still some wine left in the bottle, and a few flies are still struggling to death.

Judging from the time, it should be around the time of his death!

The fat lady next door said she saw him drinking a small drink facing the window, but she didn't say she drank with others.

I continued to look through the empty wine bottles, and then I discovered another problem!

The iron cap of the beer bottle and the plastic cap of the liquor bottle both have teeth marks on them, but the two teeth marks are completely different.

According to normal people's habits, no matter what kind of bottle cap they bite, they must use one side of their teeth. There is absolutely no reason to use one side for liquor and the other side for beer. In other words, my inference just now was correct. There was indeed a person who drank with Zhang Wujin twice, and they drank together just before his death.

But the fat lady never mentioned this person, whether intentionally or not.

It seems that I need to go next door and have a look!

I thought about it and was about to stand up when I discovered something else under the dust.

A pile of small paper balls moistened with oil, some with some peppercorn shells on them. I brought it close to my nose and smelled it. This was the smell of low-quality roast chicken or roast duck.

It must have been thrown away after wiping it with hands.

When I unfolded the ball of paper, I saw it turned out to be an instruction manual.

Instructions for the tape recorder.

This is probably not a high-end product. The instruction manual is just a small piece of 32-karat paper.

But the strange thing is that there are four or five radios with the same description. Why would he buy four or five radios that are exactly the same?

I walked around the room again and checked it carefully until I confirmed that I didn't find anything new, then I turned around and left.

Jump out of the window lightly and close the window. I was about to think of a way to go to the fat lady's house next door to have another look, when I glanced at the pile of broken kites again.

Suddenly, I seemed to remember something!

I looked northwest, then turned on my phone to check the local weather forecast in recent days. This time, I finally figured it out!

No wonder Zhang Wujin was so mysterious that he pretended to vomit blood and left as soon as he entered the construction site. It turned out that he was the one responsible for the haunting at the construction site.

The white ghost floating in the sky is the kite he flew! The sound of the female ghost crying in the construction site was the timer radio he had set in advance.

No wonder Huang Dawang said that the heavy rain in the middle of the night on the third day made big holes all over the ghost figure. It turned out that the kite paper was torn.

The ghost scream became smaller and smaller, and on the third day I couldn't hear it anymore. It turned out that the thing was out of battery!

But what is the purpose of this guy's pretense?

Is it just to show that he is so powerful that he can know in advance that this is a very dark place where there are evil spirits?

But even though you knew about it, you couldn't get rid of it, and you were even forced to spit out a mouthful of old blood and turn around and leave. It doesn't show how powerful you are, and it can't help your reputation, right?

Also, what was the cause of his death? Why is my whole body as cold as ice?

His body has been refined and there is no way to find it.

It seems that the only clue left is the guy who drank beer with him that night!