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Helena was drowsy in the room, Zhao Si felt dizzy from reading the case records, only Fei Ya was still interested, like reading a novel.

With the windows closed and a bonfire lit, it was obvious that there was a lack of oxygen in the room.

Zhao Si couldn't bear it anymore, opened the door, and the cold wind came in all at once.There was no exquisite design in this simple wooden house, the violent wind and rain directly blew Zhao Si back, the bonfire swayed in the strong wind, and the sparks fluttered randomly.

Bagram, who was leaning against the door frame, asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Zhao Si arrived behind the door, "It's too stuffy inside, I'll take a breath."

Half of Bagram's body was wet by the rain, and the water droplets rolled down the edge of the armor.He didn't know who he was showing this face of not being afraid of wind and rain.

Maybe it wasn't for anyone to see, it's just that he is such a person.The temperament is well controlled.

The village head, Ya Ge, was also wet from the rain, shivering from the cold and forced a smile: "How does the case look?"

Seeing that his lips were purple and trembling, Zhao Si said: "You don't have to stay here anymore, go back and rest."

"No, no, no," Ya Ge shook his head, "You all came here specially to help us solve our troubles, and I must serve you well."

—what is he doing here?

Zhao Si was very puzzled, saying it was serving, but it looked more like surveillance.

The wind was too strong, Zhao Si asked Bagram: "Master Ba, are you coming in?"

Bagram shook his head, like a soldier on guard.

Did he notice something?

Zhao Si closed the door, bolted it back to the campfire, took out his notebook, picked up a pen and wrote down his doubts in Chinese characters.

By the way, according to the information in the case records, sort out a rough sequence and the time when the cases occurred, and then exchange the reading records with Fei Ya.

Fei Ya said: "The records I read feel very strange, it seems that the steps are the same."

"The steps are the same?" Zhao Si asked.

"Yes, they were all killed when the deceased was alone at home. The suspects all pleaded not guilty and were executed by a public trial vote." Fei Ya handed the paper in her hand to Zhao Si, "In addition to the hanged people, they also searched There are other suspects and they are temporarily locked up in the warehouse."

The warehouse in Windmill Village temporarily became a prison.

"Those suspects were not all executed. Is it because the number is too large and the village can no longer bear it?" Zhao Si said.

Fei Ya nodded: "That's right. The dead appeared one after another, and the suspect was found out. More and more people were involved. It's no longer the same as the beginning. Everyone is determined to execute the suspect."

Zhao Si wrote down in his notebook: interviewing villagers, the relationship between the deceased and the suspect, what they have in common, and the purpose of skinning.

"By the way, when I looked at the documents, I found that the deceased died at home when they were alone." Zhao Si asked Fei Ya, "Do you have anything in common?"

"Except for the trumped-up charges that the suspects were all cult members..." Fiya flipped through the records, "They all had been close to the Windmill Ranch."

"Windmill Ranch." Zhao Si spread out the map, "Windmill Ranch is to the west of Fengche Village, a large area, and the largest windmill mill is also there."

Fei Ya leaned over to look: "At the same time, there are also fields and grazing areas in Windmill Village."

Zhao Si dug out Jack's record and found that it said that Jack was lazy and went to sleep in the windmill.Combining the map with the records, Zhao Si constructed such a picture in his mind: In the early morning, Jack carried the farm tools and followed his companions to the fields. The unlucky Weiner was killed at home and flayed.

The records do not say which windmill Jack got into, nor is it clear whether the windmill had anything to do with it.The dead were all killed by a single blow to the heart, and the skinning techniques of the prisoners were quite sophisticated. If the prisoners were to be targeted, they would have to be butchers, hunters or the like.These farmers are unlikely to be criminals in terms of their methods.

Zhao Si scratched his head, but had no clue.

Helena came to her senses, wiped the corners of her mouth and said, "Could it be that the act of 'skinning' led you astray?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Si asked.

Helena untied the water bottle and took a sip of water, then said: "It's like this, everyone is very concerned about the skinning. The murder case is not strange, but with some other elements, it becomes a strange case. I heard The rumors are all around skinning. Everyone is talking about why skinning is done and what is the significance of skinning. But I am wondering, are these targets chosen by the murderer all important?"

"What I want to say is that it's like a hunter looking for prey. Think about it, all the furs that sell well are of good quality." Helena added, "So if skinning really has many meanings, then The targets should not be randomly selected, but the skins of those targets must be very good."

Zhao Si suddenly realized: "You mean the value of the skin, right? The peeled human skin must be of good quality."

This involves age, appearance with or without damage, color and other factors.Zhao Si and Fei Ya quickly looked through the records again, and found that the deceased were all young and middle-aged, there were no elderly people, and most of them were women.

"There is no child." Zhao Si frowned, "There is no child among the dead. Is it because the child is too young and has not grown up yet, although the skin is very tender, is it not yet mature?"

"It's possible." Helena said, "The child is too young, and the skin is too delicate, it doesn't meet the murderer's needs."

"Then it seems that we need to ask what this Weiner does." Zhao Si did not find Weiner's occupation in the records.If Weiner is a farmer, the skin of people who have been farming for a long time will not be good.If his skin quality is not good, it will overturn the conjecture just now.

Just as I was about to get up and ask the village chief, I heard someone knocking on the door.

"Everyone, dinner is ready."

It was the voice of the village chief Ya Ge.

Zhao Si got up and opened the door, and saw Ya Ge standing outside the door with a pot in his hand.Wooden trays are placed across the edge of the pot, and the cutlery is placed on it.Bagram remained on the sidelines, motionless, showing no intention of letting Accord in.

Zhao Si held the two handles of the pot with both hands, thanked him, and said politely: "Together?"

Ya Ge looked at Bagram and said, "No, no, I'm with my family."

Zhao Si asked Bagram again: "Master Ba?"

Bagram shook his head: "You eat first."

"That's just right, village chief, I have something to ask you." Zhao Si said.

Ya Ge was a little embarrassed: "Let's talk about it after eating first."

The obvious refusal, Zhao Si had no choice but to entangle too much, so he had to go back with the pot, put the pot on the ground, and plugged the door again.

Helena came over: "I happened to be hungry."

"You really get hungry easily." Zhao Si smiled and arranged the tableware, holding a big spoon to fill a bowl for Helena.

The hot soup looks quite tempting.

Suddenly, Fei Ya pressed Zhao Si's wrist, and said softly, "Wait a moment." She took the big spoon, put it in front of her eyes to observe carefully, and then put it under her nose to sniff.

"There is a dead air in this food." Fei Ya threw the spoon into the pot.

Helena didn't understand, so: "But, isn't food made from dead things?"

Regardless of whether it is a plant or an animal, after it is cooked in a pot as an ingredient, it is dead.Helena thought that Fiya was too sensitive to death, so she made some otherworldly remarks.

Zhao Si tried to say, "Is it the smell of the cemetery?"

Fei Ya nodded: "That's right. It's the feeling of the cemetery, the feeling of the dead."

To put it simply, the pot of soup in front of me is like a tribute offered in a cemetery.The tribute placed in front of the tombstone is rarely eaten by anyone.One is because it is unnecessary, and I am not hungry enough to steal the tribute to eat, and the other is because I feel sick.After all, it is for the dead to eat.

There are many strange things here at the junction, which used to be regarded as superstitious things, but it is true that they are not guaranteed here.For example, this pot of soup is ghost food, tainted with the death energy of the dead.

Fei Ya said: "If a living person like you eats it, it will be easily affected. If the dose is small, it will affect the health of the body and make it easy to get sick. If it is consumed for a long time, some serious problems will appear, such as mental disorders and self-destructive tendencies. "

Zhao Si swallowed his saliva: "That is to say, there is poison in this pot of soup."

"Yes." Fiya said, "The living will not end well if they are eroded by death."

Maybe this is part of the anomaly in Windmill Village?