Miao Jiang Gu affair

I don't know the situation at all, shit, what the hell is going on?

I asked them, and the leader, Police Officer Ma, said that on the evening of September 9th another case of mutilation occurred in Qingmeng Township. Near the forest house), the county criminal police team found that I was in the vestibule cliff that day after investigation, and according to the confession, I was not in the forest guard house from 4 o'clock in the evening to 9 o'clock in the morning that day, and my body was dismembered. The case happened during that time, so I have a strong suspicion of murder.

I was stunned at the time, how could such a coincidence happen?No, wasn't the dismemberment case a few days before that day?

I hurriedly asked him, and Officer Ma said with a serious expression: "This is a serial corpse case, so the impact is extremely bad."

He showed the summons and asked if I could go by myself.

I said yes, so I suppressed my weakness and got out of bed. My father came to help me. A police car was parked outside the door, and many idle men, women, and children were watching the fun, pointing and saying something.The police from the police station in the town that brought them here were chasing them away, while I was escorted into the back seat of a police car.My mother was crying and talking to the police officer Ma who was leading the team, but the guy just said nonsense that "a good person will not be missed, and a bad person will not be spared".

My father pulled my mother, his hands and feet were shaking, and he felt uncontrollable grief.

I patted the car window, smiled and said to my parents: "Don't worry, I really didn't do anything wrong, just go and come back, don't worry." The smell was very strong, and I only felt nauseated, but my body hadn't recovered yet, so I fell into a drowsy sleep.

I didn't find out about the whole thing until the interrogation: it turned out that that night, at the foot of the hillside 200 meters away from the dwarf mule where I was squatting, there was a case of murder and mutilation. The deceased was a young man in Segai Village, only in his twenties At the age of [-], I went out to work and came home, and said that I went to the neighboring village to find Lao Geng (worship brother) for a drink, but I didn’t come home all night. The next day, my family called his Lao Geng’s house and said that he had gone back after drinking— —So I reported the case, and just happened to meet the Forestry Bureau asking the police station for help in finding Li Decai, so I found the deceased who had been broken into more than a dozen pieces in a valley at the foot of a mountain.

I asked Li Decai?The criminal police who interrogated me told me that Li Decai was also missing, and he is still looking for him now.

The light in the interrogation room was hundreds of watts, as bright as a small sun.An interrogator, a recorder, began to question me - when did I come back, why did I come back, why did I go to Qingshanjie, why did I leave again, what did I do on the night of the 4th, what did I do from what time to what time... …

I told them about my grandma's voodoo. I said that on the night of the 4th, I caught a dwarf mule, but unfortunately let it go again. I was in a hurry to go home to understand the voodoo.

They laughed, and the interrogator said that your uncle said the same thing, are you kidding me?

The interrogator was in his 20s, tall and handsome, but his eyebrows were too shallow, his left eye was big, his right eye was small, and his neck was still twitching nervously.He asked me repeatedly, upside down, what happened that night, and where was I on September 9st.The question is very skillful. I have stayed in the MLM den for a few days, and I know that there is a method in it, which can take advantage of people's unpreparedness to get words out.

But I really don't have anything to be ashamed of. Gentlemen are open-minded, and they don't believe the truth.

The interrogator was very angry and would slap the table and yell at me from time to time.After interrogating me for two full hours, he took out a cigarette from time to time and asked me if I wanted to smoke.I have been wandering abroad for many years, but I don't smoke or drink. Seeing him sometimes kindly offering me a cigarette, I just want to laugh.Because I don't know which book I read, when a prisoner asks the police for cigarettes, it is usually a prelude to confession.But I don't smoke at all.

Later, the police officer Ma who brought me here came in and agreed to come here first, but I will be detained for 24 hours first.

To be honest, even though I don't quite understand the doorway here, I still know that there is something wrong with this case-handling procedure.

But I dare not say that our place is not Hong Kong, and the closer to the grassroots, the higher the authority of public security experts.I spent the night in a room at the Department of Public Safety with a bunch of brawlers and rioters.These guys tried their best to bully me at first, but when they heard that I was a murder suspect, they immediately stayed away from me and didn't dare to move—bullying the good and fearing the evil, it's always been like this.Officer Ma and the handsome interrogator discussed for a long time in the corridor not far from the room. For some reason, I had very good ears. I was lying by the door, and I was able to hear a few words of their conversation through the iron door:

The higher-ups are in a hurry... Alibi... Somewhat reckless... This is the kid...

My heart was extremely cold, and I sat on the ground with a pale face.After being outside for so long, it’s not that I haven’t heard of cases where people are used to top the tank because of the bad impact of the case and the superiors are in a hurry to follow. If I was involved in such a thing, I would really kneel down.Thinking about it, I'm just a foreigner, and when those two cases happened, I was in the Qingshan area, especially the second corpse case, which was in a mountain depression a few hundred meters away from the Shoulin House.Mutual witnesses, my brother-in-law was scratched and hospitalized, Li Decai was nowhere to be seen, and I was intact, no one doubted who I suspected.

I am now afraid that they will "go to prison" for me.

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I didn't sleep that night, and I kept thinking that they didn't believe me because they didn't believe my motive for going to Qingshanjie, and thought that I had lied, and even thought that my uncle had lied about the dwarf mule.If I can prove that such a thing really exists, will they think about it again?

I thought of the missing Li Decai again.I was busy treating illnesses and detoxification in those few days, so I didn't call my uncle.He didn't come back, which really made me shudder. Thinking about those vicious short mules, I would think of the sentence Li Decai said in a nervous tone, "The short mule is a mountain ghost raised by the land god of the mountain. They don't even know how they died..."

In the middle of the night, listening to the continuous snoring, I remembered the method of cultivating Gu mentioned in the book left by my grandmother.It is mentioned in the method that taking a bowl of merit soup with dragon fern as the main ingredient is not to kill the golden silkworm Gu, but to suppress its hostility, to fight poison with poison, and the final effect is to make it work for me.When I think of this section, I can't help but silently read the content in my heart.After drinking a bowl of merit soup, more than half of the golden silkworm Gu has been subdued, and the next step is to grind kung fu with water and constantly use secret words to calm the spirit.

The so-called secret language mantra first came from Buddhism.Transliteration mandala, mandala.Also known as Dharani, mantra, Ming, divine mantra, secret words, secret words, and secret codes, that is, the meaning of true and non-false language.The method of subduing Gu that my grandmother left me is called "The Heart Mantra of Jiang III King of Ming Dynasty". I continuously recite "Lingdao Tong Qia Jie Xin Cracking Qi Chan", which can be recited in Miao dialect or Jinling official dialect.A few days ago, I asked my mother about the pronunciation of the Miao dialect. At this time, she was also in a hurry to go to the doctor, so I sat up cross-legged and kept reciting devoutly: "Lingdao Tong Qia Jiexin Cracking Qi Chan... Lingdao Tong Qia Jiexin Cracking Zen..."

I pause when I read a word, think about it, pause again when I read a word, and slowly feel the meaning.

Here I would like to popularize the meaning of it for everyone, just take a look: spirit, that is, physical and mental stability, means the will to remain calm and unconfused; dart, which means energy, means the vitality of prolonging life and returning to childhood; Tong, means the universe Resonance, brave and courageous, the expression of fighting spirit in the face of difficulties; harmony, the expression of the power to freely control one's own body and the bodies of others.Solution is the sense of crisis, which shows the ability to know and manipulate people's hearts; heart is telepathy, which shows the ability to combine wealth, respect and love.Cracking is the control of time and space, splitting all obstacles that hinder oneself;

Only with extreme piety can one's own words trigger the shock of the power of the spirit world and feel the state of mind in it.

The amazing thing is that I, who have never been sensitive in the past, can actually perceive changes that are different from this world today.I can't describe this kind of change, but it exists or disappears, and it is fleeting. At the same time, there seems to be some organ in the body that is responding to the nine characters, ready to move.I sensed it carefully, as if it was in the kidney on the left abdomen.

That night was a turning point in my life. Since then, all kinds of strange things have happened. If I hadn’t experienced that day, I might be a different person today.

To be honest, I should really be grateful to my grandma.

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When I was interrogated the next day, I directly said that I was innocent and asked them to let me out.

Officer Yang (the interrogator) asked me to tell the truth, not to make up some tricks, thinking that I could get away with it.

I said let me out, if you can't find the murderer, I'll help you find it, anyway, I'm going to find my uncle's colleague named Li Decai, and I owe him a debt of gratitude.If you think I'm telling lies, I can prove to you that I'm not lying.Officer Yang slapped the table and yelled at me, telling me to see my identity clearly. If I can do whatever I want, what do I need them for?

I pursed my lips and looked at him coldly.After a while, I asked him, do you know Long Laolan?I am his grandson.

Officer Yang laughed and asked who Long Laolan was?Director of the Public Security Bureau?Or the Standing Committee of the County Party Committee?

I said no, it was an old woman who had lived in the Miao village all her life.

He continued to laugh, and I looked at him, seeing the smile on his face slowly turn cold, and seeing a trace of doubt in his eyes.At this time, the door of the interrogation room opened, and Officer Ma came in and sat with Officer Yang.He smoked a cigarette, stared at me firmly, and said, "Do you really know who the murderer of the dismemberment case is?"

I said I don't know, I can only prove that my purpose of going to Qingshan Realm is definitely not deceiving, if you want to prove it, I will prove it to you.Officer Ma asked again: "Are you really Grandma Long's grandson?" I said yes, and Officer Yang interjected and asked, "Who is Grandma Long?" A few years later, Officer Ma told him, but Officer Yang didn't believe him, and said, "Cut, isn't she just a witch? What's so crazy about it?"

At this time, I have already started to recite the incantations in my grandmother's book.

The target is this tall and handsome police officer Yang.