Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 149 I guessed the beginning but not the end
After passing the woods behind Wangzhuang, there were very few trees along the road, only low shrubs. However, the weeds were very deep, most of which were not higher than the knees, and in some places were almost waist-deep.

There is a small stream on the side, only one step wide, flowing slowly and flowing into the cold pond in front.

After Lengtan, there is a small mountain range. If you go around it, you can see the river. You can freely choose to cross the river or go downstream, and the road will be wider.

Yang Qian's idea was to make this trip by himself first to see if he could find any clues along the way. If he could add an inference of the "direction in which the murderer fled" to the case, Yang Qian would be very satisfied.

Chen Dong was a little nervous. He trusted his own captain and knew that since Yang Qian chose to come here, he must have a reason to rely on. What if he really ran into the murderer who massacred Wang Zhuang here? Wouldn't he have to kill him?
But all the way to Xiaolengtan, the murderer was not found lingering here. But there were many suspicious traces along the way.

The weeds are so deep that it's easy to see signs of being trampled on, and there are traces of them all along the way.

If you squat down, you can see some animal footprints under the weeds that are clearer than those in the woods behind Wangzhuang. They also look like cow hoof prints, but are much larger than real cow hoof prints.

It was not until Xiaolengtan that the cow hoof prints gradually disappeared due to the increase of gravel.

Then a scene that Yang Qian did not expect appeared.

"Hiss! How did the water become like this!?" Chen Dong was confused for a moment when he saw the water in the pool had turned gray and black and as sticky as paste.

Although this cold pond is not big, it is a hundred-year-old place. The water is clear and much cooler than ordinary well water or river water.

But now it has become such a strange appearance, like mud, and it also emits a strong fishy smell, just like rotten meat soup.

In fact, they could smell a rotten and fishy odor from a distance, but everyone, including Yang Qian, thought it was the body of a dead animal and did not pay much attention to it. But now they saw that it was not the dead animal that was stinking, but the originally clear pool water that was stinking.

Squatting down and looking carefully at the edge of the pond, Yang Qian discovered that the seemingly turbid and smelly water was actually evaporating and changing, and the gray-black things in it were slowly floating out of the water. It can be predicted that after waiting for a few days or ten days, it is not impossible for the water to return to its previous state.

"Master Yang, look over here, someone has burned something here!"

In a corner of the cold pond, near a rock, there was a fire with some black and gray residues scattered around.

Chen Dong squatted on the ground, twisting the ashes, and reached into the fire to search.

"Master Yang, it's very dry, it should have been from the last two days. But it's strange that there is no firewood residue in the fire, only ashes like the ones left after burning cloth. Look, this is all that's left."

Chen Dong quickly figured out the fire: someone had burned some clothes here over two days, but no firewood or other fire starters were used. At the same time, a piece of cloth the size of a fingernail was found in the fire.

Yang Qian nodded without further explanation. The Xianmen's technique was to gather the five elements of fire to burn things, so there was no need to go through the trouble of getting firewood to light a fire.

But burning clothes is a bit strange.

Looking closely at the small piece of cloth in my hand, it has a white background and some blue patterns on the edges and corners?
After a moment, Yang Qian put the piece of cloth away.

I looked around and turned around a few times, but I didn't find anything else. But there was a knee-high stone next to the fire where the clothes were burned, and the upward side was very flat.

Walking over, Yang Qian naturally sat on the rock. There was a fire in front of his knees, and a cold pond just a few feet away to the left.

"Do you think someone took a bath here?"

"Ah?" Chen Dong was a little confused by the question. "If you get dirty, just wash yourself in the cold pond next to you, then sit over here, change into clean clothes, and then burn the dirty clothes."

Chen Dong understood now, but he didn't believe it.

"Master Yang, even if the murderer wanted to wash the blood off his body, he wouldn't have washed such a large pool of water into this state, right?"

"Washing the blood off your body? Who told you that you were washing blood? What if it was something else?" Yang Qian stood up and curled his lips. He knew in his heart that the murderer might be washing something related to evil means.

Even when Yao Fang, the Five Funeral Beast Eagle, was sucking the blood and qi of others, he would still be disturbed by all kinds of negative emotions. This shows that the evil means must be extremely violent and have great negative effects. It must require corresponding methods of enlightenment to neutralize them.

Yang Qian felt that based on his deduction, the state of the water in the cold pond could be explained.

And the people who "wash up" here are definitely not fools like Yao Fang, but have complete evil means, and can rob as well as enlighten and neutralize.

"Where's your kettle? Go get it."

"Okay, Mr. Yang, please wait a moment." Chen Dong ran out immediately, with the kettle hanging on the horse's back not far ahead on the way he came.

Soon Chen Dong ran back and handed a sheepskin water bottle to Yang Qian.

After pouring out the water, Yang Qian pulled the water out of the cold pond and it flowed steadily along the mouth of the bottle into the kettle. Soon the kettle was filled and Yang Qian put a stopper in it.

"Let's go! Let's go over this mountain and look for something else."

In Yang Qian's judgment, if the other party wanted to leave the crime scene quickly, this way would be the fastest. There were few trees, so it was convenient for large mounts to avoid the sight of others and travel.

But when Yang Qian and Chen Dong bypassed Lengtan and continued north, they soon discovered that they seemed to have lost their judgment of each other's route.

The weeds were still as deep as before, but there were no more traces of footsteps, let alone a single footprint.

How is this going?

I circled around the small cold pond and searched again. Apart from the way I came, there were no more animal footprints or traces of large creatures trampling on the weeds in other directions.

Either you learn to fly, or you return the same way?!

Yang Qian was suddenly caught off guard by his own judgment, and at the same time felt that it was beyond his understanding.

After committing a crime, instead of running away, you do the opposite? Why?
"Let's go back! To the garrison camp!"

Yang Qian originally wanted to go to the garrison camp to check if there were any special people entering the city recently. However, soon after he got on the official road, he heard a lot of people talking on the roadside, and many of them mentioned the words "immortal master" and "spiritual beast".

"My dear father-in-law, what about the immortal master you just mentioned?" Yang Qian got off his horse and asked an old man who was selling wild vegetables on a carrying pole on the side of the road.

Seeing Yang Qian riding a horse, wearing a black robe with red patterns, the old man quickly stood up and said flatteringly: "Sir, I was just talking about the three immortal masters who just passed by. That was quite a scene. The Thousand Mile Beast ran like flying."

(End of this chapter)