Uneasy

Chapter 15 The woman whose face was stripped (2)
It was also the police officer who came to inquire about the driver. When he saw the off-road vehicle, he became vigilant, and just in time received Zhou Yuanyi's order from the police radio to search for Wang Shengyang's off-road vehicle, so he notified Wu Qiang to rush to the scene.

The taxi driver confirmed that when he stopped, he did not see the off-road vehicle next to him.In other words, the person who abandoned the off-road vehicle is likely to be the person who stole the taxi.

Wu Qiang quickly wrote down the license plate number and engine number of the taxi, and through the police radio, he notified his colleagues to search for them in various places in the city.

However, based on the lessons learned from the removal of the off-road vehicle license plate, Wu Qiang was very worried that the license plate number of the taxi had also been removed, and even a fake license plate was installed.

If this is the case, the taxi will be difficult to find in a short time.

Xiaowen had to arrive at the police station before two o'clock to assist the corpse make-up master in the cemetery to restore Feng Shu's body. At 01:30, she changed into a long skirt and put on simple light makeup, and walked out of the community with a Kun bag on her shoulders, ready to hail a taxi to the police station.

It was the time for taxis to change shifts, and Xiaowen was a little worried that it would not be easy to get a taxi.While hesitating, a taxi slid up in front of her without a sound and stopped.

Xiaowen pulled the door next to the passenger seat, but did not open it.

The driver wearing a baseball cap turned his back to Xiaowen, gave a thumbs up, pointed at the back seat, and said nothing.Xiaowen guessed that the driver must want to tell her that the front door is broken and let her sit in the back.Without thinking too much, she opened the rear door and got into the taxi.

In the car, Xiaowen was still thinking, it's a bit strange that the taxi's front door is broken, instead of going to the factory for repairs, it's a bit strange.This kind of car can only hold three customers. If four people call the car by accident, and the place to go is still far away, the driver can only give up this good job.

If she was more careful, she might find that the taxi's license plate had been removed.

Xiaowen has a common shortcoming with most people who do writing work, that is, they all like to be in a daze when riding a car.Writers like to conceive their own articles while looking at the scenery outside the window.But in fact, when they entered the state of meditation, they didn't even notice how the scenery outside the window changed.

So when Xiaowen found out that the car was driving more and more sideways, it was too late.

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Taking advantage of the fact that Yuanbao Villa's corpse makeup master hadn't arrived yet, Zhou Yuanyi and Xiao Gao took Feng Shu's skeleton out of the wooden coffin with Feng Santing's consent in the name of preparing for the makeup in advance.

The skeleton exuding the stench of blood was very light, and it was lying quietly on the cold concrete platform in a small room on the second floor of the inspection building.

Usually this concrete table is the dissecting table used by Xiao Gao to dissect corpses.

In fact, if you want to get the data to restore the avatar, you only need to scan the skull of the skeleton.However, there is no [-]D scanner in the police station at all, and it is difficult to find such a thing except the Public Security University in the provincial capital.

Therefore, all the work can only be done manually by Zhou Yuanyi and Xiao Gao.

Xiao Gao had already prepared various materials. He asked Zhou Yuanyi to take off Feng Shu's skull, wiped off the stains attached to the skull with a flannel cloth, and painted a layer of varnish on the skull to prevent the intrusion of other liquids.After the varnish had set and formed a protective film, he placed the skull in a small iron box.Then Xiao Gao poured a pile of prepared but not solidified gypsum slurry into the iron box.

After adding some kind of chemical reagent, it took only a few minutes for the gypsum to gradually set.

Xiao Gao opened the iron box, and a square plaster block appeared in front of him and Zhou Yuanyi.Xiao Gao carefully cut the plaster block with a sharp blade, successfully cut the plaster block into two parts, and did not cut the skull hidden in the plaster.

When the skull was removed, a sunken cavity was revealed in the plaster cast.This hollow is exactly in line with the shape of the skull.

This plaster was made into a mold.

Xiao Gao put the two pieces of plaster together again, drilled a hole in the top of the plaster, and inserted a funnel into the hole.

In this room, there is also a rice cooker that is plugged into the power supply and is gurgling, and steam is coming out of the edge of the lid.Zhou Yuanyi lifted the lid of the pot, and a smell of wax wafted in the room.

What Xiao Gao boiled in the pot was melted wax.

Together with Xiao Gao, Zhou Yuanyi raised the rice cooker, and slowly poured the wax liquid in the pot into the funnel inserted on the plaster.The steaming wax liquid gurgled into the plaster, making a slight "squeak" sound.When the wax was about to overflow the funnel, they removed the rice cooker.

After the slight noise from inside the plaster gradually subsided, Xiao Gao said with a smile: "Okay, everything is done!"

He cut the plaster block into two pieces again, and in front of him, a solidified skull wax figure appeared, which was exactly the same as Feng Shu's skull.

——This is the whole process of wax figure making process.

Zhou Yuanyi put the skull wax figure into a wooden box, sealed it, and affixed the seal, then walked out of the house and called the courier company.He wants to send the skull to the Public Security University in the provincial capital as soon as possible, and ask the experts from the Public Security University to use the newly developed software to restore the skull to a portrait.

It happened that the courier company was not far from the police station, and there was an overtime truck to the provincial capital that afternoon.A few minutes later, the courier company sent someone to pick up the wooden box.If nothing else, this wax skull will appear on the workbench of experts from the Public Security University in the provincial capital tonight.

Xiao Gao also greeted the people from the Public Security University in the provincial capital, and declared that the skull model in the wooden box was related to a vicious murder case that shocked the world and was of great value.The professors of the Public Security University agreed to analyze and process the skull model overnight, and once they got the results, they would immediately inform Zhou Yuanyi and Xiao Gao.

After doing all this, Zhou Yuanyi raised his head, just in time to see a black van parked outside the inspection building.Zhou Yuanyi walked out of the hut and stood on the corridor outside the house.He saw a handsome young man with long hair getting out of the car carrying a suitcase, and he recognized at a glance that this young man was Mo Feng, who once told Chen Ziyan about Feng Shu's death at No. I saw this guy in the private room.

Isn't this guy a photographer?Why is he now the corpse make-up master of Yuanbao Villa?Zhou Yuanyi couldn't help feeling suspicious.

Seeing Mo Feng getting off the car, Feng Santing immediately went up to meet him, shook hands with him, and said, "Master, I will leave the makeup for my nephew to you." Thick red packets.

Because there were colleagues in the cemetery in the van, Mo Feng didn't want to be reported for taking bribes, so he hurriedly pushed the red envelope back to Feng Santing, and said seriously: "We don't like this, let's do the work first! Are the photographs ready? Has anyone familiar with his physical features come?"

Feng Santing replied humbly: "The photo has been prepared a long time ago, but for some reason, the girl who is familiar with my nephew's physical features has never arrived."

"Uh..." Mo Feng was a little depressed, he hated people who were not punctual, no matter if they were men or women.

"The girl won't run away, right?" Mo Feng also knew that no matter who wants to face a terrifying skeleton, it takes courage.

"No, no! The girl swore she would definitely come!"

"Okay, then let's find a place to sit and wait for that girl." Mo Feng replied helplessly.

He raised his head, and suddenly saw a familiar figure standing in the corridor on the second floor of the small black building opposite. It was the policeman whom he had met in the fan teahouse. His name was Zhou Yuanyi, he seemed to be the vice-captain.

Mo Feng remembered that Zhou Yuanyi seemed to get along well with the writer named Chen Ziyan, and Chen Ziyan had a particularly good relationship with Xiaowen.

Suddenly, Mo Feng felt a little palpitation.He had a bad premonition that he was working as a corpse make-up artist in the cemetery, and he was afraid that sooner or later the whole world would know about it.On that day, his future will be completely ruined.

Mo Feng quickly took a deep breath, avoiding Zhou Yuanyi's gaze, walked into the inspection building with Feng Santing, found an empty room and sat down, quietly waiting for Xiaowen's arrival.

But they didn't know that Xiaowen would never be able to catch up.

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At this moment, Xiaowen was standing in the ground.Yes, Xiaowen is indeed standing in the ground.Her head was exposed above the ground, and her entire body from the neck down was buried in the cold soil.Her hair was disheveled over her cheeks, and her eyes, hidden by puffy lids, were lifeless.

Xiaowen struggled to open her eyes. She only remembered that before she passed out, she said to the driver wearing a baseball cap: "Where is this? Why does it look like Yuanbaoshanzhuang Cemetery in the suburbs?" Then the driver turned around He lowered his head, looked at her sullenly, and slowly raised his hand.

Xiaowen clearly remembers that the driver was holding a jar like hairspray in his hand.The driver pressed the top of the jar, and in an instant a sour mist sprayed her face.She only felt that her eyes went dark, and then she couldn't remember anything after that.

But now, Xiaowen recognized that she was indeed in the back mountain of Yuanbao Villa.A long time ago, she had thought about changing her writing style, so she came here to find inspiration for writing thrillers.However, she later found out that she didn't have the talent to write thrillers, so she had to let it go.She is only suitable for writing romantic novels, or erotic novels with intimate themes - in this regard, she has life experience, which can be regarded as true writing.

Xiaowen struggled for a while, and found that she couldn't move at all, and her hands and feet were imprisoned in a piece of solidified and hard cold soil—she was buried alive in the ground, only her head was exposed!
When Xiaowen discovered her situation, she immediately realized that she had become the protagonist in a thriller novel.But this time, she was the protagonist who was killed.

Next to Xiaowen's exposed head stood a man wearing a baseball cap and a wide-brimmed medical mask, covering most of his face.But judging from the clothes and hairstyle he was wearing, he should be the driver who brought her here.In the driver's hand, he held a pointed screwdriver.The scorching sun in the afternoon just penetrated through the gaps in the leaves above the head, causing a gleam of bright light to be reflected on the tip of the screwdriver.

The driver turned the screwdriver casually, and the light also turned rapidly around, turning into scattered light spots.When the light spots quickly shot through Xiaowen's eyes, she felt unstoppable dizziness.

The driver gave Xiaowen a cold look, then squatted down slowly, carefully playing with the screwdriver in his hand.

"You...what do you want to do?" Xiaowen asked weakly.In fact, even if she didn't ask, she knew what was waiting for her.If she guessed correctly, she was about to face an extremely brutal killing, just like what Feng Shu had experienced.

Sure enough, she saw the person in front of her raised her hand gracefully.Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain came from the top of her head, and then the pain spread throughout her whole body at an extremely fast speed.

Before Xiaowen passed out, she saw a transparent glass bottle under the man's feet, and some kind of extremely viscous liquid was rippling in the glass bottle.Beside the bottle, there are many long hairs scattered, it should be hair, and it has been dyed orange.If I guessed right, it should be her own hair.

Why was her hair shaved?What's in the bottle?Why was she buried in the ground?
It's a pity that Xiaowen no longer has time to delve into each of these questions.

It's too late, everything is too late.

Gao Wei is the cleaner of Yuanbao Villa, 25 years old, short in stature and wretched in appearance.

He is very dissatisfied with his job. He has to sweep from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain with a broom every morning, and from the bottom to the top of the mountain in the afternoon, and his monthly salary is only a small amount of money.He is 25 years old, and he can't even afford a mobile phone, so it can be regarded as a failed life.If, unfortunately, a grave-sweeping guest complains that there is dirt and fallen leaves around the worshiped tomb, the pitiful money will shrink, and a small part will be deducted by the cemetery leader.

He believes that he has been treated unfairly, but he is powerless to change the status quo.Like all underappreciated people, he had to secretly use his own methods to make up for the loss.

Gao Wei's method is to secretly take away the sacrificial offerings left by others in front of the tombstone.If it's pastries, fruits, or braised meat, fill them all in your stomach.If it is tobacco and alcohol, collect them and sell them to a tobacco and alcohol peddler named Aji.

The tobacco and alcohol used as sacrifices are naturally not cheap.Ever since Gao Wei found this way to make a small fortune, he no longer cared about whether he would receive complaints from grave-sweeping guests.Anyway, the income from stealing and selling tobacco and alcohol has already exceeded the salary of the cemetery cleaners.As long as he doesn't overdo it, keep the job, and don't let the cemetery boss fire him.

Of course, the sacrificed tobacco and alcohol cannot be sold in the Yuanbao Shanzhuang Cemetery. If it happens to be seen by a colleague and reported to the cemetery leader, he may even lose his job.So Gao Wei and Aji made an agreement, and every time they traded in the remote woods on the mountain behind the cemetery.Aji is very forthright in doing business, always in cash and never in arrears.

Every month, they agree to trade only once.And today is the day they trade.Gao Wei has been waiting for this day for a full month.

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, there was basically nothing else going on in the cemetery. Gao Wei ended his day's work after sweeping from the foot of the mountain to the top with a broom.After returning to the dormitory, Gao Wei took off his work clothes, changed into a casual jacket, carried a snakeskin pocket, and left the dormitory again, hurriedly walking towards the back hill of the cemetery.

In the snakeskin pocket, there are all kinds of famous cigarettes and wines, which are sacrifices that he spent a whole month collecting hard in front of the grave.This month, his harvest was not bad, he gathered two Nephrite Streams, one Huang Tianzi, one and a half Yellow Crane Towers, half of the best Yunyan, and a few bottles of good wine.He usually sells it to Aji at [-]% off the wholesale price in the market. The cigarettes and alcohol in the snakeskin bag can be exchanged for [-] yuan less, which is higher than his monthly salary.

When we arrived at the back mountain, there was still a while before the appointed time, and Aji hadn't come yet—this guy was too punctual and never came here early.Gao Wei felt a little pain in his stomach, so he got into the remote woods beside the path.Of course, there is no need to go to the public toilet to go to the toilet in the back mountain, just find a place where no one can see to solve the problem.

Gao Wei squatted down next to a pine tree, lit a cigarette, and hummed a little song.After a few minutes, he settled the physical matter, took out the toilet paper from his trouser pocket and stretched it back.But before his hand touched his buttocks, he suddenly touched something sticky.He hooked his head and looked back from between his legs.When he saw the bloody thing behind him, he was frightened and ran forward a few steps, not even pulling up his pants, trembling all over.

Next to the pile of dirty feces left by Gao Weigang, there was a bloody head with long, long hair covering the shape of the head.A gust of wind blew by, hair fluttered, Gao Wei saw two protruding eyeballs, sunken deep in the bloody eye sockets.The face of the skull was completely torn off, exposing the dermis under the epidermis, which was bright red.

The head was not chopped off and thrown here, but was tightly connected to the ground - a person was buried here, only the head was exposed above the ground.

Next to the place where the head was exposed on the ground, there were still many discarded leather objects, which were thin and bloody.Gao Wei only glanced at it, and was scared out of his wits.

That's shameless!

Beside the face, there are some scattered long hairs, which are orange in color.

And what makes Gao Wei feel the creepiest is that there are many glass-like beads that are as small as water droplets attached to the faces that fell on the ground.When the wind passed by, these beads kept rippling, and some were blown to the ground, rolling and jumping on the ground constantly.The long hair fluttering in the wind is wrapped with the jumping beads, making it even more filthy and inexplicably weird.

Seeing this weird scene, Gao Wei's back couldn't help seeping a fine layer of sweat, and there was also a thick layer of goosebumps.He trembled all over and screamed hysterically. He even forgot to take the snakeskin pocket full of famous cigarettes and wine.

While running, he yelled like crazy: "Come here! Come here! Killed! Killed!"

(End of this chapter)