Chapter Seven, Panlong Mountain.

This is a hybrid Changbai pig, which grows very fast and is very greedy. Now everyone is raising this kind of pig.

Yes, the day before yesterday, I caught it in the mountains. It stole the chicken and meat that were meant for the ancestors.

Hello, is this Huasheng? This is Pingyuan. Have you investigated the matter I asked you to look into?

Moreover, the woman holding a piglet in her arms could not have come from afar.

Next to the ancient Shu Road, the pine and cypress trees are verdant, with a pool of clear water. The eaves of a thatched cottage can be faintly seen in the woods, and occasionally the barking of dogs can be heard in the village. The Songlin Hall is indeed a tranquil and natural place.

It's right here," said the old man Ping, panting heavily as he pointed to the ancient temple ruins with the iron hoe and shovel he had just brought from home. "Look, this soil is newly filled and still damp."

Clear the loose soil and reveal the dark black coffin lid. Not bad. Nowadays, people use cedar wood to make coffins. This kind of wood has never been seen before. "Hmm, it really is an ancient tomb. If that's the case, we need to inform the cultural relics department," said the plain man, panting.

Where is the black pig?

The old man named Ping shook his head after looking at the photo on his ID card. He said, "The 'male ghost' from last night wasn't him. My father saw it clearly under the moonlight. He looks to be around forty years old at most, and his appearance is completely different."

Plain was greatly surprised. This ancient tomb is very old. Surprisingly, yesterday's plane ticket appeared in the soil. It seems that it was left by the person who filled the soil last night. He casually used a shovel to dig around and uncovered an ID card in the soil. The cardholder was Wei Liuzen.

Well, it's like this, the peasant woman explained apologetically, that piglet stole the sacrificial offering and was caught, then sold to Old He.

Plaintiff supported his absent-minded father to sit under the pine tree, then he secured the coffin lid and grabbed a shovel to fill the soil. Unintentionally, he caught a glimpse of a white piece of paper seemingly exposed in the soil next to the coffin, so he jumped down the grave to dig it out, only to find a brand new plane ticket.

"What kind of case is this?" Xu Huasheng asked.

"What's wrong?" Plain was quite surprised.

Plain bite, forget it, open the coffin first and then see, if there are any cultural relics, then notify the relevant department.

Both of them were stunned.

Huasheng, this is Pingyuan... After exchanging pleasantries, Pingyuan asked for help to check the identity and ID number of a person named Wei Liuchan, as well as the ticket number. "Yes, the address is No. 4 Jing Shan Qian Jie, Dongcheng District."

"I am from the county court. May I ask if you have seen this person, sister-in-law?" Pingyuan asked.

Dad, you're right. A person named Wei Liuchan did come here last night. The only thing that doesn't match is that I didn't find the mutilated corpse you mentioned," Pingyuan apologized.

He is a widowed old man, living alone in the old house by the Black Water Pool.

How could this be...? " said Old Man Ping, his eyes wide open in shock. "I clearly saw the ghost throw the body into the coffin!"

"Sister-in-law, what breed is this white-haired pig you are raising?" asked Pingyuan casually.

Although Wei Liuchan looks different from the person my father saw last night, he is still the only suspect. He took a flight from Beijing Capital International Airport to Chengdu at 7:10 am yesterday morning and should have arrived before noon. Then he took a car to Langzhong, a journey of less than 300 kilometers, and should have arrived by evening. If we go by what my father saw, it would be quite tight for an outsider who is unfamiliar with the area to first climb Panlong Mountain, find the ancient tomb, dig it open, commit murder and dispose of the body, and then bury it. Therefore, this must have been premeditated or the person is very familiar with the local situation. Perhaps the young woman named Ke'er is a local, but it is rare to see women wearing glasses in the countryside.

Dad, don't report this matter for now, and don't mention it to outsiders. I need to investigate a person named Wei Liuchan this afternoon," Pingyuan cautioned. It seems that if we don't get to the bottom of this matter, Dad's mental state will be difficult to recover.

The nearest village to the Panlong Mountain ancient tomb is my own village. The person from last night was not recognized by my father, so he is definitely not from our village. In addition, the closest place is Songlin Hall, which is a small natural village with only about ten households. It should be relatively easy to inquire there. With this in mind, Pingyuan headed straight to Songlin Hall from Langzhong City.

During the meal, the old partner still didn't forget to criticize the old man Ping, saying, "Last night your father ran home as if he had lost his soul. He was talking about male ghosts, female ghosts, and little pig ghosts. I think he's gone crazy."

Plain sneered twice and said, "Dad, there are simply no corpses. These are all your imagination. You should quit your job as a forest ranger in the future and enjoy your retirement at home. Isn't that better? Instead of constantly having wild thoughts."

The peasant woman looked at the photo on the ID card, then shook her head.

Dad, this soil is newly turned over, but it doesn't really prove anything, does it? What does it have to do with the ghosts you were talking about?

The pine forest by the Black Water Pool is very dense, concealing an old brick house that is ancient and gives people a feeling of being in a different world.

He locked his desk, walked out of the gate of Langzhong Court, and went straight to Panlong Mountain to meet with books.

The old man was so angry that he didn't say a word. He grabbed the iron hoe and started digging the soil. Anyway, ghosts would definitely not dare to come out in broad daylight. If this matter is not clarified, I'm afraid that from now on, I will never dare to pass by here at night again.

At this moment, the farmer's face slightly reddened as she glared at the children.

The sun is already three poles high, it's almost noon.

After waiting for a while on the plain, the owner of the house was still nowhere to be seen. Helpless, he had to return to the city first. Before getting off work in the evening, he walked into the Langzhong County Court.

The old man Ping stared fixedly at the body of the large toad, as if he were in a daze, murmuring something incoherent under his breath.

It's just a clue, nothing more. Plain replied.

The coffin is empty, there is no sign of any naked corpse or cultural relics. Only a pair of black polyester pants and black three-section leather shoes can be seen... and a large gray-green toad with half of its head missing is lying quietly there.

Approximately half an hour later, a "thud" sound was heard, and the iron hoe hit something hard.

The morning sun shines on the Panlong Mountain, and white mist rises in the forest. The two old men, Ping and Lao, hurriedly climb up the Jushan Pass.

I'll take you there. Two children volunteered.

The peasant woman shook her head and said, "It has long been outdated."

Plain Thinking: "Father, the ancient tomb is empty, and there are no corpses. What should we report? Should we say we found 'ghosts' murdering and abandoning corpses? I think we should just bury the tomb first and go home for dinner. We need to think about this carefully before saying anything."

On the plain, while having a meal, I was pondering over the extremely suspicious matter. Father's words were not baseless. The plane ticket and ID card indicate that the person on Panlong Mountain last night was a human, not a ghost. His name is Wei Liuzen and he comes from the capital.

No, there is also a little black piglet. At this moment, a childish voice suddenly came from behind.

"Do you want to go to the county bureau to report the case?" Mr. Ping asked.

The plain crouched down, reached out and pinched a handful of yellow soil, carefully observing it, and even leaned in to smell it under the nose. Sure enough, there was a fresh and moist scent of soil.

After filling the grave, the two of them carried their hoes and shovels and walked down the mountain. When they turned around the mountain pass, they could see their own village. In the distance, there were farmers walking in groups of two or three on the field ridges, all heading back home to rest and have lunch.

Returning to my own home, I saw thick smoke rising from the kitchen. My child rarely comes back to the countryside, but today Aunt Ping specially made boiled fish as an offering for her son.

This Wei Liushan seems to have some issues... Xu Hua paused for a moment on the phone and then asked, "Do you know what 4 Jing Shan Qian Jie, Dongcheng District is?"

Although the half-headed corpse that Dad saw disappeared without a trace, the polyester pants and black leather shoes were indeed real.

Has none left?

Mr. He?

"The 'old coffin stuffers' are always at home, why is the door locked?" The two children looked at each other.

Look, this is definitely something from the past. Where can you find such sturdy coffins now? Dad wiped the sweat, really exhausted.

That is the Forbidden City...

Xiao Yuan, it is not too late to inform you after you see the corpse inside. Ping Lao Han threw away the iron hoe, looked at the coffin nervously, wanting to move the lid but dared not to.

Father and son looked at each other and finally made up their minds to work together. They gently moved away the heavy coffin lid.

A farmer woman is feeding pigs in the yard. When she saw a guest entering the yard, she quickly wiped her hands on her apron and warmly greeted them.

Dad and mom were sold. The child had a look of regret.

The plain shook his head, knowing well his old man's temper, but reluctantly picked up a shovel to dig the soil together.

"You said there's another black piglet?" Plain quickly asked.

The gaze of Ping Yuan's inquiry returned to the peasant woman.

In the heart of the plain, a sudden chill ran through. Hastily turning around to look, there were two little boys, aged seven or eight, standing at the entrance of the courtyard with their schoolbags on their backs, as if they had just returned from school.

It seems that this village is hopeless. The plain and dejected person's gaze fell on the pigsty, where a group of chubby little piglets were huddled together, nursing. The old sow was leisurely and contented, making "oink oink" sounds.

Where is that piglet now? the plain asked eagerly.

Wei Liushan... He murmured softly, and the flight date on it was actually yesterday morning!

The plain was puzzled, furrowing his brows. Just now, he had searched all the way and didn't see any old houses. It seems that he must have missed it.

No. The peasant woman thought for a moment and replied affirmatively.

The old man Ping silently looked at the food on the table without touching his chopsticks. He murmured something in his mouth, his eyes staring blankly ahead. He was still immersed in the shock of last night.

After returning to the court in the afternoon, Pingyuan immediately called his classmate Xu Huasheng in Beijing. Xu was his classmate when he was studying at the China University of Political Science and Law. He is a Hakka from Guangdong, intelligent and witty. Not only did he excel in his studies, but he also ranked first in military physical training. After graduation, he was assigned to work in the Criminal Investigation Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security.

Under the porch of the old house, two heavy wooden doors are tightly closed, with a large iron lock hanging on them.

Walking into the village, Ping Yuan took out Wei Liuchan's ID card and asked each household one by one. He asked the housewives who were doing chores at home to carefully identify it, but they all said they had never seen it before. He continued to inquire and finally came to a household where a big stupid dog was squatting at the door. It was the household that sold the eight-eyebrow piglets to He Zheren.