The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 771 Corpse Smell
in the private room.

Xie Zhifei was dressed in official uniform, sitting upright on a chair with his arms folded.

"Sit down, you're welcome."

The seven people sat down solemnly, and the waiter immediately poured tea and wine.

Xie Zhifei picked up the wine cup and said, "Let's eat first, and then we'll talk when we're full. You're welcome."

People who work for free rarely eat in restaurants outside. Many people think they smell like dead people.

Let alone sitting at the same table to eat, even if they are close, they will cover their mouth and nose.

Mr. Xie in front of him not only showed no taboo, but also seemed quite hospitable. After the seven people looked at each other for a few times, they also raised their wine glasses.

The wine is good, and the food is even better. It tastes many times better than what my mother-in-law cooks at home.

The waiter on the side has sharp eyes and quick hands. If the wine in the wine cup is gone, he will immediately refill it.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

When Xie Zhifei saw that he was almost done eating, he asked the waiter standing aside with his eyes.

The waiter nodded to him, and Xie Zhifei put down his chopsticks with a "pop" sound.

Seeing this, the seven people also put down their chopsticks.

Xie Zhifei put on the air of an official, "Which of you among you has collected the body of the old general's eldest son in the courtyard? Raise your hand to show me?"

Three of the seven people raised their hands.

"Come on, the three of you tell me what you found when you helped Mr. Zheng collect the body in his compound?"

The three of them looked at me and I looked at you, but none of them dared to speak.

Do not say?

Xie Zhifei stroked the rim of the cup with his fingers and said with a smile: "Why, after eating my Lord Xie's wine, you still want to embarrass Lord Xie?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the seven people tensed up.

Xie Zhifei lazily lifted up one of his long legs, his naughty energy rising again.

"I like to be courteous before fighting. The one who sells my third master's face is the little beggar. I also call him brother. When he is bullied, the third master stands up for him;
He wanted to confront the third master, so the third master gave him a thumbs up, but he would not give him a good face. "

He smiled and said: "Not only will he not give it, he will also look for trouble everywhere, forcing him to be unable to survive in Sijiu City. Get out of here!"

"Thank you sir."

The white-haired man among the three could not sit still. He quickly stood up and said respectfully: "Thank you, sir. The younger one was responsible for carrying the body. Nothing was found."

As he spoke, the white-haired man raised three fingers: "If I tell a lie, I will be struck by lightning and die."

Xie Zhifei nodded to him: "What about you, you didn't find anything?"

The man stood up and smiled with him: "Thank you, sir. I am also responsible for carrying the corpse. You are an official, and I am a citizen. I dare not go against you."

Xie Zhifei turned his gaze and looked at the man opposite who was as thin as a bamboo pole and said, "Are you responsible for collecting the corpse?"

The thin bamboo pole immediately stood up straight: "Master Xie, let me tell you in detail that all of the people I dealt with had their necks cut with a knife."

Xie Zhifei: "No second knife?"

Shou Zhugan shook his head: "No, just the eldest son of the general. He has more wounds on his body."

Xie Zhifei: "How much more?"

The thin bamboo pole thought about it seriously, "About six or seven, each one is quite deep. When I cleaned him up, I used needles to sew up the wounds one by one."

Sixty-seven places?
Xie Zhifei raised his eyes and looked at the clerk: It was basically consistent with what was written in the case file: he was stabbed six times and fell to the ground and died.

The guy is Yan Sanhe disguised as a man.

She closed her eyes calmly.

Xie Zhifei: "What's the expression on Boss Zheng's face?"

The thin bamboo pole sighed heavily, "I have been collecting corpses for people for most of my life, and this is the first time I have seen my eyelids unable to close no matter how hard I look. I really can't die in peace!"

Xie Zhifei's hand that was placed under the table clenched into a fist in an instant, "What happened later, did you just let him enter the coffin with his eyes open?"

"There is a saying in our industry that those who are buried in a coffin with their eyes open are full of resentment and cannot be reincarnated, so they become lonely ghosts."

Shou Zhugan's eyelids drooped: "Later, I gave him two stitches on his left eye and two on his right eye, and burned some paper money to send him on his way."

Xie Zhifei was silent for a while, then slowly loosened his fist, raised his head, took a deep breath and looked at Yan Sanhe.

Yan Sanhe gently closed his eyes.

Xie Zhifei said calmly: "Okay, the three of you finish drinking the tea on the windowsill and go out first." That's it?

Gone?

The three of them felt relieved and walked to the window sill, only to see seven teacups placed on it.

The three of them each picked up one, drank it, and walked out.

Xie Zhifei looked at the remaining four people and said, "Which one of you helped the fourth child collect the body in the yard?"

Three more of the four raised their hands.

Xie Zhifei and Yan Sanhe's eyes fell on the person who didn't raise his hand almost at the same time.

Why is there only one person collecting corpses in Haitang Courtyard?

Is it because there are few people in Haitang Courtyard?

Or did someone arrange it this way on purpose?
Also, this person seems to be very young!

Xie Zhifei stretched out his hand and rubbed his brows, "Tell me, what's special about the fourth child's yard?"

"Half of his courtyard was on fire, so there were several corpses that looked... like they were being roasted."

"They all die the same way."

"I collected the body for the fourth son of the Zheng family. He also had injuries on other parts of his body, but they were not fatal. The knife on the throat was fatal. There was blood spurting out on the ground, and half of his body was burnt."

"His right hand was holding a long knife tightly until he died. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break it open."

"Later, I broke the bone in my finger and took off the knife."

"After I came back, I couldn't eat or sleep. Then I went to the temple and burned incense for three days before I felt better."

There was no trace of blood on Xie Zhifei's face, "He has half an ivory belt next to him, have you seen it?"

"Sir, I haven't seen it."

"I haven't seen it either."

"Sir, it's already the seventeenth of July when we go to Zheng's house to collect the corpse, not the eighteenth yet. Those officials have checked eight hundred times, and there are no waistbands anywhere."

Xie Zhifei sat stiffly for a long time, then reluctantly said: "You three should also go out."

"Wait."

Yan Sanhe walked behind Xie Zhifei, "Who was watching you when you were collecting the corpse?"

The four of them looked at her in surprise, why is this guy a girl?
"This is the master invited by our Military and Horse Department."

Xie Zhifei pursed his thin lips, showing a bit of coldness, "Just answer her questions."

"A lot of people were staring."

"There are Jin Yiwei and people from the Criminal Department."

"About a dozen."

Are you staring at the corpse?

He also said there was nothing wrong with it!
Yan Sanhe sneered in his heart: "You can leave after you finish your tea."

Unlike the previous three people, these three people finished drinking tea and almost fled out of the private room.

Mom, this world is really full of strange things. Even the little girl is a master in investigating cases. Fortunately, she told the truth. Otherwise, I don’t know if she would have been able to get out of this private room.

There was only one person left in the private room.

This man is indeed young, about 35-[-] years old, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. If you look closely, you can see that his face is pretty good, at least square.

Xie Zhifei stood up and motioned Yan Sanhe to sit down with his eyes.

Yan Sanhe was not polite. He lifted up his clothes and sat down openly. He tapped his fingers on the table and kept his eyes on this man's face.

People are popular, but corpses smell like corpses.

People who have been dealing with corpses for many years will have some corpse air on their bodies.

The older you get, the heavier your corpse aura becomes.

Very strange.

When she was refilling his drink just now, she couldn't feel the slightest bit of corpse smell on this man.

(End of this chapter)