Underworld Detective

The once-in-a-century wizard

Grandpa walked slowly into the house with his hands behind his back and asked officer Sun what we were talking about just now.

I desperately used my eyes to signal to officer Sun not to say anything, but the uncle was very nervous. Not only he said the cause and the effect, but also ruthlessly boasted to the sky.

“Old Song, your eldest grandson is really amazing! This case dragged on for half a month. We almost dug three feet into the ground, but we could not find the murder weapon. He only took a look and came with it. This child will have a great future. No, in my opinion, do not go to college after high school. Now a large number of college students are unemployed after graduation. Why don't I write a letter of introduction and let him go directly to the police academy! Gold should shine, isn't that right?"

Grandpa waved his hand and said indifferently: “You are flattering him too much, but he is just flipping through a few old books left by our ancestors, and you are just trying to get an axe. Besides, our Song family has long been taught that he is not an official or wise, and he must keep his life safe, you better put away that little thought! I will not give this child to you.”

After saying that, he glanced at me with cold eyes, so scared I was that I quickly bent my head.

Officer Sun sighed and said: “Old Song, you are too stubborn, aren't you? Isn't it because you slept in a stable for three years? Wasn't that rehabilitated long ago? It is the twenty first century now, what ancestors are there? You are so stubborn!" After speaking, he patted me on the shoulder, trying to win me over: “Little kid, do you want to be a policeman when you grow up and catch bad guys with your uncle?"

I did not dare to make a fool of myself, I shook my head vigorously.

Grandpa said: "Sun Tiger, you do not understand about the Song family. I do not want anything else in my life. I just hope that the future generations can live in peace and stop engaging in these dangerous industries."

The police officer Sun still wants to speak, but grandpa has already raising his hand and issued an order to expel the guest: “If you have nothing to do, please go back first! Otherwise, you will never enter my door again.”

Officer Sun swallowed what he was about to say, picked up his briefcase, and said: “Okay, old Song, then I will go first, I will visit you next time when there is a case!”

After officer Sun's car drove away, the air in the living room suddenly became heavier. Grandpa sat on the teacher's chair, holding a teacup. I stood in front of him, very nervous.

“Yang'er, how many of those two books have you read?" he asked.

I answered hesitantly: “I read them all. ” In fact, it is more than just finished reading. There are no extracurricular reading materials at home. I read those two books whenever I have time, and I have been flipping through them to pieces.

Grandpa took a sip of tea, and suddenly said leisurely: “Prison matters are more important than the great, the great is not more important than the first love, the first love is not more important than the test."

I was stunned for a moment, and then recited: "The power of life and death is covered, and the opportunity to bend and stretch is thus decided.”

He recited again: “The first month of pregnancy is like white dew, the second month is like peach blossoms …… ”

I replied: “The third month is divided into males and females, the fourth month is in shape, in the fifth month muscles and bones are formed, and hair is formed in the sixth mouth, in the seventh month, when the baby move its right hand, the male is on the left of the mother, in the eighth, when the left hand is moved, the female is on the right."

These two paragraphs are the words in ‘The True Version of the Collection of Wrongdoing’. Grandpa was deliberately testing me. After listening, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a 'pop', and he asked in surprise: “Yang'er, what is this? Have you memorized all the book? "

“Almost." I admitted a little embarrassedly. "As expected from the son of the Song family.” After speaking, Grandpa shook his head again.

This strange reaction shocked me. I thought Grandpa would scold me in front of his face, but he did not. Later, when I looked back, I realized that grandpa was very happy in his heart. It is very complicated. He is not only happy that the Song family has a successor, but he is also afraid that I will follow the same path as him from now on, and I will never be able to recover.

Grandpa sighted: “God's will is a fool!”

Then he got up, did not even look at me, and went back to the study room with his hands behind his back. I stood there, shocked and lucky, didn't grandpa plan to s***k me?

In the middle of the night, my grandfather suddenly woke me up and told me to put on my clothes and go to a place with him. I put on my clothes at a loss and came to the yard. Grandpa threw a pickaxe to me and then walked out without saying a word, I followed him closely behind.

The county where we live is not big, and to the south was a wild mountain. There was no moon at that night, and the stars were very few. Grandpa was walking in the silent chestnut forest. Along the way, there were only the rustling sounds of our feet stepping on the piles of fallen leaves, and the whining sounds of unknown animals in the depths of the woods, which made my heart tremble.

Soon we passed through the woods and came to a wasteland. I kicked something in a panic. On a closer look, it was clearly a dead bone! It has become black after being exposed to the sun and rain all year round.

I suddenly remembered that there is a mass grave nearby. It is said that when the world was in chaos at the end of the ming dynasty, a group of rogue bandits took over the mountain here as kings, killing people like numbness, and all the corpses were thrown here. Over time, this place became an ominous place, weird things happen all the time. Even if the villagers nearby build houses, the main entrance will never open in this direction, but any unnamed corpses, or those who were morally corrupted during their lifetimes and are not worthy of being buried in their ancestral graves, are all thrown here by the grass.

I saw around me there were clumps of faint green fire, revolving around me like ghosts.

At first I thought it was a firefly, but when I thought about it, this mass grave is very yin and almost no grass grows. Where did the fireflies come from? That light is clearly the 'fire from the corpse' recorded in the ‘True Version of the Collection of Wrongdoing’, which is also known as the 'ghost fire' in the world. It is the phenomenon of spontaneous combustion caused by the phosphorus in the bones volatilizing into the air after the corpse has rotted.

Although I understand This is the truth, but seeing this flickering ghost fire with my own eyes gave me goosebumps all over.

Just as my heartbeat continued to accelerate, a black shadow suddenly ran over from the mass grave and stopped ten meters away to die. He stared at me deadly, his eyes glowed with a faint green light, I screamed in horror.

Grandpa picked up a stone and threw it at the shadow. The shadow was frightened and ran into the bushes with a bang.

“Don't be afraid, it is a dog." Grandpa comforted.

I swallowed and asked: “Grandpa, what are we doing here?"

“You will find out later …… ” Grandpa took me to a pile of stones and pointed with his hand: “Dig it!"

“Dig?" I was surprised: "Grandpa, is this a grave?"

“It is not a grave that is buried here, what else can it be?." Grandpa replied.

“But, Grandpa, isn't it illegal to rob a tomb?" I hesitated.

“What kind of tomb robbery, this is called an autopsy, do not talk nonsense, hurry up and dig it up." Grandpa said sternly.

In desperation, I had to pick up the pickaxe and start digging. This is a stone grave, and it is very difficult to dig. Even though I grew up in the county town, I have hardly ever taken anything heavier than a pen since I was a child. The palm of the hand can bear the blood blisters.

Grandpa stood by and lit dry tobacco and watched me dig. The smoke drifted over, although it was very choking, but it calmed my heart, and even the gloomy cold air in the mass graves was reduced a bit!

I do not know how long I have been digging, I was so tired that I was sweating profusely, and suddenly I heard a creaking sound, obviously I touched the dead person below. So I ditched the pickaxe and moved the stones one by one with my hands, and soon there was a pile of blackened bones underneath. I looked at my grandfather. He smoked a cigarette and did not speak, so he continued to dig out the bones from the pile of stones, and found an open space to form a human shape in order.

Although I have not touched corpses before, the chapter ‘Bone Examination’ in ‘The True Version of the Collection of Wrongdoing’ describes the shape of each bone in great detail, so it did not take much to put together this skeleton.

Just fighting and fighting, I suddenly feel that something is not right!