I rely on my body to push the weird world

Chapter 45 Illiteracy: Writing
"Reporting to the Lord, on the night when Master Qinglong died, we all fell asleep peacefully."

Liu San continued, "If those detectives hadn't screamed and woke us up, I'm afraid we wouldn't have known what happened."

Ever since this case happened, he had no idea how many times he had been questioned by people from the Demon Suppression Division, and the answer was always the same.

Lin Nantong knew.

The detectives who were accompanying them also knew about it.

Only Li Ji, the new member, or the new Qinglong, did not know this information, or the initial contact.

"Did you hear anything or see anything unusual that night when the heavy rain washed away the rocks and formed a mudslide?"

Lin Nantong nodded silently and continued to ask.

"That night, it rained heavily, with thunder and lightning. The only sound was thunder and rain, followed by the shaking of the earth like a dragon turning over..."

Liu San's shriveled hands clenched the crutches tightly.

He continued with lingering fear: "If there is nothing unusual, I remember that night when the rainstorm had not yet destroyed the forest, a few strangers came to the village to ask for directions, and then left."

"Stranger? Did you see his appearance clearly?"

Lin Nantong frowned.

"I didn't see clearly because it was too dark and raining so hard. They didn't go into the village. They just asked a few questions and left. But from the sound of the voices through the rain, I think it must be an old Taoist priest with his disciples, because he called me old layman and said before he left that I had a great fortune and sent someone to give me a book."

Liu San tried hard to recall what happened that night.

"Book? What book? Let me see it!"

Lin Nantong's brows furrowed further.

"I don't have the book."

Liu San hurriedly said, "The person who responded to them that night was a well-known lazy man in our village. He took the book but didn't give it to me. I couldn't read a single word, so I ignored it."

"Where is that lazy fellow now?"

Lin Nantong asked.

"It should be at his house!"

Liu San replied.

"Take us over there and have a look!"

Lin Nantong said.

"Please follow me, my lords."

Liu San hurriedly led Lin Nantong along the muddy dirt road towards the end of the village, with all the detectives following closely behind.

Li Ji also followed beside him, without saying anything, just silently listening to Lin Nantong's boring questioning and investigation.

"Tell me the information about that lazy guy."

"To answer your question, the lazy guy is not from Fengguan Village. He came here three years ago, saying that he was fleeing from disaster. He usually doesn't interact with us and is silent and stays out at night..."

Liu San said this as he led everyone forward.

Soon, a thatched house near the edge of the forest came into view.

"Sir, normally at this time, the lazy guy should still be sleeping, just follow me..."

As Liu San spoke, he reached out to push open the shaky wooden door.

boom!
The wooden door that used to open with a slight push suddenly did not respond at all, and Liu San, who was caught off guard, bumped into it hard.

Lin Nantong hurried forward to support him and signaled with his eyes.

Two or three constables immediately stepped forward in tacit understanding, raised their feet, and kicked the door hard.

Bang bang bang!
A series of dull sounds were heard.

This rotten wooden door that seemed to be crumbling, at this moment, seemed to be supported by a mountain from the inside and did not move at all.

"Get out of the way!"

Li Ji was a little impatient and strode forward.

The constables quickly stepped back and moved aside.

Bang!
Sawdust flew sideways.

The rotten wooden door exploded in an instant, shattered into pieces, and wood chips flew everywhere.

They crashed into the thatched house, some broke through the walls, and some scattered on the ground.

The detectives around him were stunned and their scalps tingled. They turned their heads and looked at Lin Nantong cautiously.

A solemn look flashed across Lin Nantong's eyes, and he said with a smile, "Your Excellency has great skills!" Li Ji slowly retracted his kicked foot, without any response, and walked into the thatched house.

A foul smell suddenly swept over and filled the room, as if rotten fish and shrimp had been fermenting for a long time.

Li Ji covered his mouth and nose and looked up.

Inside the dirty thatched house, the walls made of mud and bamboo strips were covered with strange blood runes.

The table was filled with a large number of fish and shrimps, as if they had been torn apart alive. Even though they were rotten, you could still see many bite marks.

The dried black blood dyed the entire table black, and flowed down, dyeing the ground black as well as the swollen body that fell to the ground.

"Is this... a lazy guy?"

Liu San was so frightened that he screamed and staggered to the ground.

"The time of death was approximately Yin time last night!"

"The cause of death was overeating. He ate a lot of raw fish and shrimp, which caused his stomach to explode and his internal organs to scatter..."

"There was no struggle when he died, his face was calm and peaceful, with a smile on his lips!"

"..."

After examining the coroner, the detectives quickly determined the cause of the lazy man's death, and their faces all looked extremely solemn.

Death from stomach explosion is not common even in years of famine. Moreover, although this place has suffered from the disaster, the resources are still sufficient, so such a strange situation is absolutely impossible to occur.

Moreover, there was no struggle when he died, his face was calm, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth. It was very weird no matter how you looked at it, and very creepy no matter how you thought about it.

"Boss, there is some paper in his stomach, but it is blurred by blood and nothing can be seen."

A constable, his hands covered in blood, held a pile of tiny pieces of paper and placed them on the table.

Lin Nantong ignored the dirt and blood and quickly flipped through the pages, but he found no clues and couldn't even make out any handwriting.

Li Ji was not idle either. He came to the blood-stained wall covering that looked like ghost paintings. When he touched it with his fingertips, it was sticky and smelly, but he could still smell a strong fishy smell.

"This is not human blood!"

Li Ji slowly told what he had learned: "The walls are covered with weird scribbles. I don't know what they mean. I can't understand them at all."

however.

Just then, a trembling voice came to my ears.

"Sir, aren't there four characters written on the wall: [Achieve the Tao and Ascend to Heaven]?"

"Ok?"

Li Ji turned back suddenly.

Liu San collapsed to the ground, trembling with fear and speaking.

As soon as these words were spoken, the thatched hut fell silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up.

"Can you understand the words on it?"

Li Ji asked out loud.

Even Lin Nantong stopped flipping through the crumbs on the table. He looked at the blood-stained wall in surprise, then looked at the trembling Liu San.

"I... I don't know how it happened. I can't read a single word, but as I kept looking at it, I could actually understand what was on the wall."

Liu San said with gritted teeth.

Li Ji frowned deeply, as if thinking about something.

"Old Eight, come and take a look!"

Lin Nantong gave the order.

Immediately, a bald man shook the blood off his hands, stood up and looked at the blood symbol on the wall.

One second passed!
There was confusion in his eyes.

Two seconds passed!

There was still confusion in his eyes.

Three seconds passed!

In an instant, his eyes narrowed, a look of horror appeared on his face, and he spoke in fear.

"Boss, there are... there are words!"

(End of this chapter)