Miao Jiang Gu affair

That night was the last time I got drunk in my life.

The next morning, I called my family again to report that I was safe, and then accompanied by Ma Haibo, I visited my uncle who was still being treated in the hospital. At noon, we went to Qingshanjie in that dilapidated police car.

In the car, Ma Haibo thanked me for a while. He said that the social impact of this case was very bad, and the higher-ups were urgently urged. Strange people and strangers help.I feel that his attitude towards me has become very obsequious since I unleashed the Gu yesterday.I didn't speak, I nodded to show I knew it, and I didn't deny it, I squinted my eyes and thought about things.

Both cases of dismemberment happened at night.The first person who died was a 32-year-old bachelor from Segai Village. He lived by working as a small worker on a construction site, but he was too lazy to make a living. He liked to join in the fun and fight. A good meal and wine can make him move; the second deceased was a young man who had returned from working outside, and he had no enemies, so he just had a good drink.The two are one in the east of the village and the other in the fifth group in the west of the village. They have no relationship at all and have no connection.

The only thing is, both of them were cut into dozens of pieces and thrown into the wilderness.

After the car passed Qingmeng Township, the road conditions were much worse. There were many rocks on the road. Going to Segai Village made me dizzy.But at this time, my body has recovered, and I have been reciting the Nine-Character Heart Sutra silently in my heart, and I don't feel too tired.When we arrived at Segai Village, the atmosphere was still tense and panicked. The task force sent by the Public Security Bureau to Segai Village did not withdraw. ask.

It can be seen that Ma Haibo's prestige is quite high in their team.

Ma Haibo was called to hold a meeting, while I wandered around the village.This is a poor mountain village, and [-]% of the houses are dilapidated wooden tile houses, and the living is also scattered.Beside the village road, there are a few children in open crotch pants playing in the mud, and no one cares about it. A blind old man is basking in the sun in the yard where he is drying millet, smoking dry tobacco.

A sloppy man named Larry came from the village and saw some children playing in the mud. He ran over and said with a smile, "Come on, let me show you. I found a lump of gold. Haha, I found a lump of gold." Well..." The child ran away in a hurry, shouting: "The lunatic is here, the lunatic is here..." The man was shirtless and ran past me with a crooked face: "I won't lie to you, This is not cow shit." A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy ran over to support him: "Uncle, uncle, why did you run out again?"

The young man helped the man to the back of the village, but the man muttered to himself, "This isn't cow dung, it's gold lumps!"

I always felt something was wrong, so I ran to the blind old man and asked, "Grandpa, was that man crazy?"

The blind old man put down his bong, rolled his white eyeballs, and groped for the stool next to him to greet me: "Are you a public servant from the village? Come, sit, sit." I sat down, and he said, "Oh, Yes, Wang Baosong is a lunatic now." I asked, wasn't he before?

"No, he used to be a filial son in the village. He was almost forty and still guarded the field to live with his old mother. It's a pity that he picked up a large lump of gold on the mountain the year before last. He thought he would get rich and sell it. In the end, he was called a fraud by others, and he was locked up for more than a year before he was released, and that's how it turned out. There was no money to treat him, and no one to care about him. His old mother is half buried, and I can't control it..."

I remembered what my brother-in-law told me, and unexpectedly it was this crazy guy I met.

"How is his wife now?" I asked.The blind old man sighed: "Oh, what can I do? Fortunately, Qing Yazi took care of her, otherwise she would have died in the past two years." Qing Yazi? ——I am very surprised to say that the blind old man told me that Qing Yazi is the young man just now, and he has a little relationship with Wang Baosong's family, so he often donates to them. In the past two years, Qing Yazi and his family members With help to take care of them, only two of Wang Baosong's family survived.

What a nice guy!I thought.

Many people say that the countryside is simple and simple, and it is the last piece of paradise for human beings. Probably few people who say this have stayed in the countryside. In fact, it is the same everywhere.I don’t know about other places, but in the villages I’ve been in and come into contact with, it’s common for brothers to live in discord, widows being bullied in front of the door, or stealing chickens and dogs... There are no filial sons in front of the sick bed for a long time, let alone a little bit Relatives, being able to step up and take care of them at this time is a good person who does good deeds.

People are poor and short-sighted, and people are afraid of being poor. What can't be done?

At this time Ma Haibo came to me and said he would take me to the scene of the first murder.I asked him if there was any clue there?He said yes, but they were all sent to the bureau for testing.I said then what am I going to do?I am not a fairy.He smiled and said that although it wasn't, it was almost the same.I told him what I just heard, and Ma Haibo said he knew it. Although he didn't handle it, he had read the file, and there was nothing to turn over the ironclad thing.

I laughed, and said that the common people said that Huang Laoya bullied others, isn't it tricky?

Ma Haibo laughed loudly, saying that there was something tricky about it.

Seeing that I didn't believe it, he said that he would go back and show me the file. The evidence is conclusive and it is really an iron case.When he said this, he remembered something again. He said that the file he showed me yesterday was the one where a seven-year-old girl died strangely. Her father was Huang Laoya. The boss was also unlucky. Sudden illness, and now it is estimated that he is about to die.He also told me: "Remember that beautiful girl Huang Fei yesterday, no, her uncle is Huang Laoya."

I suddenly felt uncomfortable, and I told him that I was going to the madman's house to take a look.Ma Haibo glanced at me and said you sympathized?I smiled and said I didn't know, but I just wanted to take a look.Ma Haibo agreed, and he called a village cadre to take us to Wang Baosong's house at the back of the village.I feel like I am a little nervous and my mind is in a mess.

Walking through a family's barn, I couldn't help but stare at the old buffalo inside.

The old buffalo was grazing, it was old, and it struggled to eat. When I saw it, it raised its head to look at me. The two of us stared at each other for a while. I was like a demon. Even Ma Haibo I can't even hear you.The old cow looked at me, and suddenly, big tears flowed from his crystal black eyes.I touched its face through the fence, and it didn't move, so I took a small handful of tears.

Then we continued walking, and Ma Haibo asked me what I was doing, and I wiped my eyelids with cow's tears, saying there was nothing wrong.

Ma Haibo grabbed my hand and said, "Did you see something?" I stopped and asked him, "What's the matter?" Ma Haibo's face turned pale, and he told me that the second person to be killed was that The son of a family.At this time, I just remembered that the things I did just now seemed to be done in an unconscious state.

Could it be that the golden silkworm Gu in my body is controlling my consciousness?

Somewhere in my heart is singing happily, it seems to have just sprouted green shoots from the fertile land, soft, weak, and carefully connected to me, like a small pet, or like a child abandoned by parents , longing for the care of my family-damn, how can I feel this way?Could it be that this natal Gu has already been subdued by me?How can it be?It is said in the book that the golden silkworm Gu can take half a year at least, and more than ten years at most. It needs to pray every day and recite scriptures every night, so that it can be slowly melted away and taken back to oneself.

I know that although I was able to instruct it to inject poisonous Gu on Yang Yu yesterday, it was more of a force-driven relationship.

But in the bottom of my heart, there is a consciousness telling me: where to go, where to go...

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After a while, we came to Wang Baosong's house.

This is an old wooden house, with a hatchback and a kitchen at the back, half of which has collapsed.Sitting in the messy yard of his home, Wang Baosong stared blankly at the front, where there were rolling mountains and terraced fields, and a clear river meandering into the distance like a silver belt.When he saw Ma Haibo in uniform, Wang Baosong immediately jumped up, knelt down on the muddy ground in shock, and shouted: "Report the government, I am not lying, it is really gold, it is really..."

He said while shaking his head.

Ma Haibo's face was very ugly. At this time, there was a thud in the house, and the young man named Qing Yazi ran out. He looked at the three of us with a look of wariness on his face: "Who are you? What are you going to do?" Yellowish blue school uniform, with the logo of Qingmeng Primary School embroidered on the left chest. He looks very energetic, but his ears are a bit big and protruding.

Ma Haibo said: "Little classmate, we are here to see Wang Baosong and his mother."

His tone was calm and his face was kind, but Qing Yazi still looked at us warily for a while, and then called into the room: "Grandma, someone has come to see you." After speaking, he took us in, and I looked at the barren, even the weeds. There is no yard, without saying a word, just follow Ma Haibo.

There was a musty smell in the room, the smell of old cotton and rotten wood, the air was not circulating, and there was a bed in the dark room. I saw a haggard old man lying in it, lying on his side, with brown eyes. The red wool cap, the mosquito net has turned gray and black. "Qing Yazi, turn on the light." The old man's voice was weak.With a click, the light came on. It was a 30-watt incandescent lamp, dim and yellow.Qing Yazi moved some benches, and Ma Haibo sat on the head of the bed and said a few innocuous words.

I looked at the inside of the house, except for some decades-old furniture, the real house was bare.

But what I pay attention to is not these, I can see more extraordinary things after wiping away my tears: the whole room is filled with blackness, and there is a faint sour smell wandering around, especially in a grid under the bed , even more dignified corpse.The old man on the bed looked more like a dead person than a living person, and the young boy who was serving tea and water by the side also had a fierce look on his forehead.

Where did this gas come from?How can I tell?

Because my eyes are painted with cow's tears—cows seldom cry, and the saddest cry in their life will only be when they are put on the slaughterhouse.It is kind-hearted and hard-working, but it is generally considered to be an animal that can communicate with the spiritual world. In ancient times, in Miao and Dong villages, bull heads were usually used for sacrifices. There are two types of sacrifices: raw sacrifices and cooked sacrifices. Treat cows as gods, such as Hinduism. For example, Buyi and Gelao people in southwest my country have "Cow God Festival", "Cow King Bodhisattva Festival", "Cow King Festival" and so on... In short, painted Niu tears, you can see different things (if someone doesn't believe it, you can wipe a little bit of it when someone is going to have a funeral).

The water brought by Qing Yazi was black and full of grease. I held it in my hand and didn't drink it. Ma Haibo and the village cadre didn't care about it. Now, when she saw me, she asked, "Young boy, why do you look familiar to me? Where are you from?" I said I was from Dadunzi Town.She said oh, looking at me weakly, I stared at her in the mosquito net again, and said that my grandmother's name was Long Laolan.

She didn't speak any more, and the atmosphere froze. Ma Haibo proposed to go back. I took out 1000 yuan from my pocket and put it next to the pillow.

When I came out, I saw Wang Baosong huddled in the corner of the main room, and felt that his messy hair was full of blood.

I have been walking for a long time, and I feel that there is a pair of eyes staring at me in that dilapidated small house, bright like a flashlight in the dark night, chilly and chilling.