Infinite Script Killing

The dilapidated stone walls looked particularly majestic and majestic under the sunlight, but there was an indescribable smell in the air.

What does this smell like?

Xiong Tao lifted his nose and took a deep breath. He felt that the smell was neither smelly nor fragrant, but there was always a heady feeling when smelling it.

It smells like corpse oil!

Captain Wang, who was following behind, suddenly said: Corpse oil is formed when the body is highly decomposed and the fat overflows in the form of oil. It usually appears on corpses that have not had time to be processed in the summer.

Corpse oil??

Xiong Tao's face darkened and he felt a little disgusted for a moment, but he still asked without giving up: Isn't the corpse smelly? How come it smells so good?

Captain Wang glanced at him and saw that he was suppressing his disgust. He couldn't help but sneered and talked about a case that year in a leisurely manner.

Two years ago, there was a case involving a J woman. This woman was already in her forties, but she had a special fragrance that permeated her body. With this fragrance, her business was very good.

But after she was caught in a pornographic operation, we found three corpses in the refrigerator of her home. The jaws of these corpses were cut off and then burned with candles. The dripping oil was corpse oil.

The fragrance on the woman's body is the scent of the perfume she made with these corpse oils. Although the smell is a little different from the one here, I will never make a mistake. It is definitely the smell of corpse oil.

vomit!!!

When he heard this, Xiong Tao couldn't help but think of a bunch of men lying on top of a woman, frantically licking and sniffing the woman covered in corpse oil, and he immediately vomited on the spot.

Xu Tong and Yang Zixuan were fine. Yang Zixuan even asked thoughtfully: So that woman is still a murderer?

Captain Wang nodded: The deceased were all her regular customers, and it was easy to find out their family backgrounds. They were all single men with few people at home, so until the case was solved, no one came to claim the bodies.

Xu Tong interrupted at this time and asked: A woman kills three men just to get the corpse oil on their bodies? If so, killing one is enough. After all, there are many places besides the chin that can be used, why do she have to kill them continuously? Lose three men?”

Captain Wang was startled when he heard this, and whispered: This... maybe the corpse oil on the chin is better?

Hearing this, Yang Guanjin finally couldn't help but interrupt their interest in continuing to discuss this case: Stop talking, this matter has nothing to do with our current situation.

After speaking, she did not forget to remind: Nine times out of ten, the voodoo bugs you eat are heart-piercing voodoo bugs. When the time comes and there is no antidote, the voodoo bugs will start biting along your intestines, and finally get into your heart, killing you. There is a hole in my heart.

Damn, I remembered the movie Alien I watched last time. Xiong Tao twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking of the scene of his chest exploding, and his whole body felt bad.

Can this thing be removed through surgery?

When it came to Gu worms, Yang Zixuan finally became serious, but behind the scenes, he was still considering whether to use special props to leave here.

Surgery? How precise is that surgery? And the bugs will keep moving. How can you confirm the location of the bugs?

Yang Guanjin shook her head. This question was beyond her understanding. Although she knew some medicine, in this terrible era, how could she understand the development of medicine in reality when she had never even been exposed to X-ray machines? degree.

But having said that, even with advanced medicine in reality, it is obviously not easy to accurately find the location of bugs.

So we can only find what he is looking for in exchange for our lives? Is this why he doesn't ask for the golden dagger even though he knows it is on you?

As Xu Tong spoke, he did not forget to glance at Yang Zixuan. Thinking of his cute cartoon underwear, he must be a young man full of childlike innocence.

Sensing Xu Tong's teasing look, Yang Zixuan twitched the corner of his mouth, coughed twice and said, Then what exactly is he looking for??

This time Yang Guanjin also looked confused: I don't know. I've only heard of the Shengxian Bureau, but I don't know the details.

Xu Tong raised his eyebrows and said thoughtfully: It's better to go in and take a look first.

Yes, seeing is believing. What Zhou Huasheng said is too hypocritical and illusory.

Captain Wang waved his hand and motioned for everyone to continue moving forward.

At the same time, he did not forget to ask Yang Zixuan if his gun was in his hand.

When Yang Zixuan mentioned this matter, he couldn't help but touch his chin and shook his head: No!

Seeing that they refused to admit it, Captain Wang had no choice but to keep his head down and walk in front with Xiong Tao.

The group walked through the dilapidated ruins, and in front of them were stone towers and pine forests.

This place...

Everyone felt something was wrong, but they couldn't tell what was wrong.

Wait, look over there!

At this time, Yang Zixuan suddenly noticed something and pointed forward. Everyone stepped forward and took a look. It was a stone wall, but there was a set of exquisite reliefs carved on the stone wall.

In the mural, there are densely packed monks kneeling on the ground. Right in front of these monks, it is not the Buddha but a demon king with a green face and fangs.

What's even weirder is that the devil actually lost his arms, his blood spilled on the ground, and lotus flowers sprouted from the ground.

What does it mean???

Everyone looked a little confused and didn't understand the meaning of this mural at all.

You all don't understand this, just put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. Xiong Tao said carelessly when he saw everyone staring at the relief in rapt attention.

Don't tell me, when he said this, everyone really felt that this was what he meant.

Bah, it's all feudalism, something to fool the masses.

Captain Wang spat coldly, looking down on this kind of feudalism the most, and sneered: If this is the case, and those murderers suddenly repent, can they all become Buddhas? If so, wouldn't society be in chaos?

Of course he has a reason for saying this. Although there are not many homicides, as a police officer, I have never seen all kinds of criminals. After being caught, these criminals will not say they regret it, but they really regret it. What? If you regret it, why do you still feel so crazy when you break the law?

But no one paid attention to his remarks.

Only Xiong Tao showed a rare look of recognition, while Xu Tong and Yang Zixuan looked at the mural with particularly heavy expressions.

I think... this is more like a sacrifice! Yang Zixuan said after a moment.

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Xu Tong, wanting to see what he had a different opinion. Unexpectedly, Xu Tong just shook his shoulders, pointed at Xiong Tao and said, I think this guy is right. Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. Well. As he said this, he did not forget to blink at Yang Guanjin behind him.

This made Yang Guanjin startled and seemed a little uncomfortable.

The unproductive suggestion made Yang Zixuan just roll his eyes, thinking he could say something different.

There was no clear reason for these stone carvings, so everyone could only continue walking down.

Hiss, that's not right!

At this time, Yang Zixuan suddenly stopped, looked around and said, How do I feel that we have entered a temple? It doesn't look like some kind of immortality bureau?

Your temple is built in this place? It would be strange to say there are no ghosts.

Xu Tong held his arms at the side: Most temples are built on the top of the mountain. They want to build them as high as the mountain is. It makes those who climb the mountain very tired, so that they can show their sincerity in worshiping Buddha. Even if they don't believe in Buddhism, they will climb it. When I went up to the temple, I felt that it was not easy to climb up. If I didn’t pay my respects, I would lose even if I invested some money.”

This... Yang Zixuan scratched his head, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was true, and he couldn't help but laugh: The ancients also studied psychology.

Come on, I found the source of that smell!

At this time, Captain Wang's shout came from a distance, and everyone hurried over to take a look, only to see a huge bronze pot in front of them.

The bronze pot was suspended in the air by several iron ropes, which were as thick as an adult's arm. A section of the iron rope was embedded in the surrounding stone pillars. Over the years, it was already covered with rust.

Seeing everyone arriving, Captain Wang excitedly pointed at the bronze pot in front of him and sneered at Xiong Tao: I can tell you 100% now that the smell we smell is the smell of corpses.

He pointed to the black traces left in the pot: This is corpse oil.

vomit!!!

Suddenly Xiong Tao couldn't bear it anymore and opened his mouth to vomit again.

“Is such a big pot used to boil corpse oil??”

Yang Guanjin walked to the pot with a horrified look on his face. The pot was at least five meters wide and three meters deep, with a thick layer of black stuff inside.

It’s hard to imagine what it would look like if such a big pot was used to cook corpse oil? ?

After she said this, everyone couldn't help but think of how chefs usually make lard, and then placed that image on this big pot.

When they thought of the huge bronze pot filled with all kinds of white meat pieces rolling and frying, everyone could not help but shudder.

What do they do with such a big pot of corpse oil?? Captain Wang walked to the pot, probably out of professional reasons, and he couldn't help but start thinking.

In addition to offering sacrifices, what else can we do, but we can't make hot pot.

As Yang Zixuan spoke, he turned his eyes and saw Xu Tong standing motionless. He couldn't help but stepped forward and said, What are you thinking about?

Do you feel like something is watching us??

Xu Tong frowned. From the moment he walked in, he always felt a little uncomfortable. He always felt that something was observing him, and this feeling became stronger and stronger.

At this time, he suddenly walked to the bushes, reached out and pulled on the bushes.

Crash...

He pulled off the dense rattan. As the rattan was torn off by him, a huge Buddha statue appeared in front of everyone.

I don’t know when the stone Buddha was carved, or it may be due to weathering, but most of the face of the Buddha has been corroded by the rain, so that it looks a bit...silly instead of as solemn as in the temple. Feel.

What made everyone even more weird was that there were densely packed jars placed under the Buddha statue.

Look, not only the hot pot, but also the pickles are pickled. Yang Zixuan stepped forward half-jokingly, tore open the seal of a mud jar, and looked down.

But there was actually a corpse sitting cross-legged inside.

Xu Tong came up and took a closer look. He reached out his hand and touched the jar. He shook his head and said, It's not a corpse. It looks like a stone or clay sculpture.

Yang Guanjin and Wang Dui also came over, and after careful study, they found that it was indeed a clay sculpture.

And there was a dark solid liquid at the bottom of the jar.

I heard that after the death of eminent Buddhist monks, their bodies are sealed in clay sculptures and placed in jars for three years. This is called sitting on an altar. Could these jars be the corpses of those eminent monks?

Yang Guanjin said thoughtfully.

It's possible, maybe these monks picked off their own flesh, made it into corpse oil and poured it into jars to achieve some kind of anti-corrosion effect.

Yang Zixuan pointed to the dark oily object in the vat: Maybe this is the secret of the success of those eminent monks in sitting on the altar. Good guy, they have mass-produced it. Are they planning to become Buddhas collectively??

After saying that, he thought about it: If you put it this way, this place is really a geomantic treasure. Otherwise, why would these monks be here and sit on the altar in large numbers?

Captain Wang still responded with contempt for this vulgarity: If you die, you will die, and you deliberately made the body so mysterious. I think you are deceiving yourself and others.

In his view, people are just piles of rotten meat after death. The country began to promote cremation in 1955, and it is said that some big cities have now begun to regulate it.

But here, in such a desolate little place, the burial system is still maintained. Now it seems that it should be vigorously implemented as soon as possible.

That's not right! At this time, Xu Tong frowned and sniffed carefully at the jar: It doesn't smell right. It doesn't smell like corpse oil.

Not corpse oil?

Everyone came up and took a closer look, and sure enough they found that the smell in the jar no longer smelled like corpse oil, but instead had a tangy aroma.

It must have some kind of spice added to it.

Yang Zixuan guessed that after all, according to the rules of Buddhism, these physical Buddhas sitting on the altar still have to be taken out. If they smell bad, how can they fool the people into paying for them.

While everyone was watching in rapt attention, Xiong Tao grabbed Yang Zixuan's arm and exclaimed: He's alive!!

Everyone was startled and looked back, only to see Xiong Tao's face turned pale and his eyes fixed on the Buddha statue in front of them: Just now, I looked at him, and he...his eyeballs suddenly moved!!

Xiong Tao stammered and pointed at the Buddha statue.

Haha, you must have seen it wrong. This is just a piece of broken stone.

Captain Wang looked at Xiong Tao's joke with cold eyes, walked up to the Buddha statue, patted the big feet of the Buddha statue, and said with disdain: It's just a broken stone, let me move it for a while!!

As he spoke, Captain Wang slowly raised his head, and the smile on his face suddenly froze. He looked at the Buddha statue in front of him with his eyes widened, and saw that the eyes of the Buddha actually looked in his direction. What was supposed to be a simple and honest smile looked particularly weird at this moment.

Some guests came to the house today, and I was late to greet them, so I had to post a chapter of 4,000 words first. Sorry.