Chapter 3 Chapter 2 in Jiayuguan

The sun slowly fell into the abyss.I thought it was me, thrown into the cold darkness, and there was a net in the chaos, waiting to strangle me. Those weird novels locked with codes were not nets, they were just bait. I've swallowed it, bait and hook. This really has a feeling of... stepping into one's own novel. If it is my novel, if the protagonist wants to break the game, he can only go to the net.Hit quickly and violently.In this way, at least he can choose the time of impact. If he doesn't even know how to fight for this initiative, then he must not be the protagonist of the story.

Because he will die. "Only it is more beautiful than you." I pointed to the sunset and said to the woman beside me. The silver-white gloves reflected the afterglow of the sun. "Then teacher, you really wear gloves all the time." A man said. At this time we were in front of Jiayuguan.Zhong Yi, the planner girl who strongly invited me, walked side by side with me.A little while ago, it was a woman barely lingering at the tail end of middle age. I decided to kindly discuss facelifts and toxins with her at breakfast tomorrow. After spending a month in the scorching sun and wind and sand on the road, even more wrinkles on the face will be a kind of sexy.

Why? Because of the increased surface area, more time is required for full stroking. Whenever I presuppose dialogue, I very much expect them to actually happen. Oh, I almost forgot, is the old lady's name Chen Aiqin, or Ailing?The representative of the beverage company is responsible for supervising the value of their money.Thinking of the cost of that conversation after it happened, I suddenly lost interest. The man with glasses who turned his head from time to time while talking with the old woman was in charge of the photos and DV, and the word amateur was written all over his face.He is in the same company as Zhong Yi, and he looks fondly at Zhong Yi.This is natural, Zhong Yi is a beautiful woman with aura.His name is Fan Sicong.Yes, he was the one who interrupted me just now, and I smirked at him.

Behind us was the driver Yuan Ye, whose name was very popular for a while, just like Chen Zhaodi Zhang Ai Wang Jianjun.He has just been discharged from the Xinjiang Military Region, so in fact he is responsible for giving them a sense of security. I don't have to look at her to know she's smiling, and that's alluring to me. "It's also prettier than me." A slender white hand stretched out from the right edge of my field of vision, pointing to Jiayuguan. We walked towards Jiayuguan with the light red Gobi on our backs.There is a downward ramp in front of the pass. In the distance, only the red and yellow three-story gatehouse can be seen. Slowly, the top of the pass wall can be seen, and then the yellow earth spreads downward. Going out of the city gate, revealing the whole picture.

Jiayuguan and the surrounding world are integrated into one, inseparable.On the wilderness, lazy horses and camels form a group, walking or standing, and a train in the distance passes slowly.Many years ago, business travelers on the Silk Road left the customs and embarked on the road of wealth, and they might not return here;The wisps of imagery are inhaled from the nose like smoke and settled between the chest and lungs. Zhong Yi and I walked towards the gate along the ramp. "You mean it." I said, "It's just a tomb." "Oh, tomb?" Fan Sicong turned his head and raised an eyebrow.What an interjector who is always ready to snap up.

"We are walking down the corridor, and the roof will soon be submerged. Don't you think it looks like a tomb? There are souls living in every piece of land here. Their limbs and arms are broken, and they look up at the sky, which is better than any other in the world. big tomb." "Stop talking." Zhong Yi called out. I smiled: "So don't compare yourself with it, you are at least decades behind." "But you compare me with the sun." "That's right, that's hundreds of millions of years away." Fan Sicong said. "Day, you understand." I put my hands in my trouser pockets and walked forward slowly.

The immoral metaphor in my words was quite obvious, so there was some silence.really interesting. Walking to the gate, those few people couldn't help but look up, looking up at this huge monster weighing tens of thousands of tons.In fact, weight has lost its meaning at this moment, it is entrenched here, the chassis has taken root, and is connected to the ground. "The terrain here is really low, like Guancheng built in a big pit." It was Zhong Yi who spoke again. "Maybe it's good for defense." Fan Sicong said. I laughed. Fan Sicong was a little annoyed, but it was inconvenient for me to get angry because of my title as a master.

I looked back at Yuan Ye and pulled him up: "Tell me about it." Yuan Ye smiled foolishly and said, "How would I know. But it won't be good for defense, otherwise it should be built on a high place, so that the attacker will consume more energy and increase casualties." "You must know, don't be a fool." Zhong Yi rescued Fan Sicong. "Sinking. After the ground is lowered, the wind on the Gobi Desert is like a hand, digging up the sand under the city every day. The lower you go, the harder you dig. Year after year, it's like this." At this time, Jiayuguan got dark at 8 o'clock, and now it is almost 7:30, even if the sky is still bright, in half an hour, the sky will darken in a very short time.At this time, there are very few tourists in the pass.

"Jiayuguan has an outer city, an inner city, and an urn city. Although it faces east and west, the gates between the city walls are not in a straight line, usually at a ninety-degree angle, which also brings more difficulty to the attacker. ."I say. "Ha, the teacher is now a tour guide." Zhong Yi applauded. I smiled at her, then told the history of each school, pointed them to the bridle path on the city wall, and teased Fan Sicong again with the small question of whether the bridle path can be used for horses.what. I didn't lead them up the city wall, but walked obediently below.

After passing the Huiji gate and walking for a while, there was a lot of fun in the central axis passage on the side of the martial arts field.For example, archery, mouse carts, and strange stone shops have all closed down or are closing down now.There was only one magic trickster who laughed at us, moved a dollar back and forth quickly under the two bowls, and finally swallowed a steel ball the size of a child's fist with his mouth open, and his luck was blowing out. Even Chen Ailing could see it now Straighten your eyes, let alone those little guys. I walked forward alone. The first novel locked with a password is called "In Jiayuguan".

It was a very funny little piece, full of gore. I am in Jiayuguan. I'm about to touch that net. Out of Gwanghwamun, that is, out of the inner city, Guandi Temple, stage and Wenchang Pavilion are arranged in the shape of "pin". I went to the stage. Zhong Yi quickly chased after me, and finally caught up with me: "Teacher, you are walking too fast." I ignored her. "Is this a stage?" she asked. "Obviously." "Is there anything special, please tell me, teacher." "Do you know how to get there?" A platform as high as a person is made of bluestone bricks, and a long square log is used as the sill.Zhong Yi walked back along the high platform, because Yue Mo felt that the stairs should be in the background.I've been here before and know that there are no stairs. On the left and right sides of the stage, there are two steles engraved with "sorrows and joys of separation and joy in the past", "fools, virtuous, loyal and sycophants admit to the scene", and the wooden plaque hanging in the middle is horizontally written "Zhuanzheng Qiankun".The top of the stage is painted in five columns with twenty-five grids. I have never looked at it carefully before, but this time I discovered that the center of the nine palaces in the middle is actually a pair of Tai Chi pictures, and the eight grids surrounding the yin and yang fish are eight trigrams.The outermost circle of 16 grids contains traditional patterns of peonies and bats. I took seven or eight steps back to clear the run-up distance, then started, accelerated, jumped, stepped on the brick surface of the platform foundation, hooked the wooden sill with my hand and pulled it, and I turned onto the stage. Zhong Yi came back from behind, was shocked when she saw this scene, and said that it was going up like this. "The former actor's skill is much sharper than mine." The eight wooden doors painted with the Eight Immortals in the Upper Cave were closed, separating the backstage space, which would not be very large, at most only 30% of the frontstage.I glanced at the wooden door, turned around and smiled at Zhong Yi, and pointed to the side of the stage with my finger. "Did you see that hook? The ladder was hung there." "I really don't know which of your words is true." Zhong Yi said to me with her neck raised. I knelt down, brushed off the dust on my gloves, and reached out to her.She hesitated for a moment, then put up her hands and used her strength to get onto the stage. "This theater stage existed in the Ming Dynasty. At that time, the opera singers sang here, and the soldiers sat under the stage. Some officials watched the opera on the Wenchang Pavilion opposite." "What kind of play was it singing at that time?" "Qin opera." Zhong Yi looked around: "Standing here, it feels quite special, but if we come up like this, it doesn't count as destroying the historic site." I laughed and said that you are bored, why don't we go down. Zhong Yi walked to the edge of the stage and shook her head, saying it was easier said than done.She turned to look at me and found that I was still standing in the middle of the stage. "That night, it was also raining outside." When we first entered the customs, there were no clouds to cover the setting sun, but now it was already raining. "This stage is all alone, guarded in the ancient city gate like a tomb. It is dark all around, suddenly white, then suddenly white again. This is lightning, quiet, silent lightning. It shines There is no light, it can only let you see the darkness and various shadows in the darkness. After a long time, there will be a thunder. The thunder is thundering, and the lightning is flashing and flashing, which makes people feel some Something that doesn’t exist in the daytime. It’s like a shadow waking up, hanging on oil paint and wearing a theater robe and swimming on the stage, and the stage is dark, full of pawns watching the theater.” "Then is the teacher telling stories, or is it the idea of ​​a new novel?" Zhong Yi walked up to me. "That night, there were real people on this stage. There were two people. Two men, a pair of good friends, good brothers. One of them was standing where you are now." I speak slowly, as if remembering.It was getting dark outside, but I could still see the goose bumps on Zhong Yi's neck. "It's too dark, these two people are so close, but they can't see each other's faces clearly. One of them..." I pointed to myself, and then began to change the address: "I took out an oil lamp and lit it. Then I Said, let’s come to a section, okay. You ask, which section, I said, I’ll think about it. Then, I’ll put the oil lamp on top of your head.” I put my palm on top of Zhong Yi's head, but she didn't hide. "It's called a dome light. In the play, it's all made by clowns who made mistakes. You feel ashamed, so you don't speak, and you just stand on it like this. Then, I take out the oil paint and paint your face slowly. At this time, Yue Mo At that time, the wind was blowing and the rain was howling outside, and there were only the two of us for miles around. The lights flickered on and off, as if floating in mid-air, but they never went out." I used my hand as a pen to draw a mask on Zhong Yi's face. Of course, I didn't really touch her skin. "Who is this drawing?" she asked when I drew her lips. "Zhang Fei. However, you didn't ask me that night, you just let me fiddle with it. Of course, if I draw it, you can probably guess it. Then, I will sing." "In the full camp, the three armies hang filial piety, the wind sways white flags and snowflakes. White men, white horses, white flags, silver bows and jade arrows, and white feathers. Civil officials wear three-foot filial piety on their heads, and military officers wear white battle robes. Because of what happened, the king will wear robes. set, for Taoyuan Enyigao." The tone of the Qin Opera was intense, and with my voice, I attracted a few people who were lagging behind, and stood under the stage looking at me.Fan Sicong held up the camera and took several pictures. After I sang this short section, I stopped and said, "How about you, you just hold the oil lamp on your head and don't move without talking. Of course you know that what I sang is "Liu Bei's Sacrifice to the Spirit", and I sacrificed to Guan Zhang. If you draw Zhang Fei's face, then you are a dead person, just listen to it. I sang all the way until I sang 'I found a human head as a living treasure', or 'Crying, the second brother ascended to heaven early'." I shrugged, as if the storytelling had brought me into the play, and I really forgot which line I sang in the play to stop. "I stopped suddenly. When I stopped, although there was still the sound of wind and rain all around, there was a sense of silence, which was so frighteningly quiet. You don't know why, so you turned your head to look. You are still holding the lamp, so you must keep your head steady. Turn very slowly, so slowly that you can hear the creaking sound of your neck bone. When you finally turned your face to my side, I had already wrapped the rosin in my mouth, and just pushed you up like this When the lamp blew, 'Peng', a fire." "That fire, that light, you can't see anything. You can only close your eyes." I threw the coat I was taking off on Zhong Yi's face, and she threw her head back, closing her eyes involuntarily.Then I put my palm on her neck and gently wiped everything on her neck, and the silver-white silk was wiped across her arteries, and I could feel the pulsation of her blood vessels through this thin layer of brocade. "I cut your throat with a knife, and the blood spurted straight down the stage." Zhong Yi screamed.I took two steps back and smiled softly. "Is it fun to scare girls like this!" Fan Sicong jumped out to protect the flowers: "Zhong Yi, are you okay?" He took off his DSLR and grabbed the wooden sill to climb up the stage, but failed a few times, so he had to give up. Under the embarrassment, he weakened the momentum of accusation. Zhong Yi stopped screaming and opened her eyes, feeling a little embarrassed.First he covered his mouth, and then smiled self-deprecatingly: "Teacher, you can bring people in by telling stories, as if it really happened." "You are a good listener." I praised, and turned to look at Fan Sicong: "If you want to come up, you have to back up and run up. This is not good." He had already given up on climbing, but when I provoked him like this, his face suddenly became ugly. "You have to use your waist strength. Is your waist strong? You are young. Either I will give you a hand." I continued to tease him, and then I was very happy to see him really backing away. "It's getting dark, it's getting late, teacher, why don't we go back after a quick look." Chen Ailing smoothed things over. Fan Sicong was not stupid, he stretched out his hand along the pole and shouted to Zhong Yi: "Come down, I will hold you." "It's hard to turn it up, let me take a look at the backstage." I turned around, but I saw Zhong Yi's appearance was wrong. She stared straight at the ground, motionless, her hair hanging down, like a female ghost.She suddenly raised her head to look at me again, her face hidden behind her hair was as white as a film. "Teacher, what you just said is true?" "story." "But, look here." The floor of the stage is a long strip of floor painted with red paint.Of course, the last coat of paint was applied many years ago, and it is already mottled now. On the mottled floor, there is a large area, which is particularly faded, as if it has been scrubbed so hard that the paint is almost scraped away, showing the underlying wood color.This area starts from the center of the stage and extends outwards, covering almost half of the stage. "This is because the blood stains have been cleaned, that's why it became like this." "You think too much, it's like always looking back after hearing ghost stories at night." "If it's really like in the story, someone's throat was cut here..." "Oh, I didn't finish my story. His head was cut off and packed away at the end." I interrupted her impatiently. Zhong Yi ignored my interruption and was completely immersed in her own analysis. She raised her head suddenly and looked at the zenith. "Should be splattered on top. Yes, those dark spots, you see, are drops of unscratched blood." "Don't be stupid, it's just an ordinary stain. Don't be fooled into it." Fan Sicong said. The zenith is so high that without a ladder, it would be impossible to reach, impossible to examine, and thus nothing to prove. "Also, the blood stains on the ground can be cleaned, and the blood sprayed outside the stage can be cleaned, but this piece of wood by the stage..." As she spoke, she took two steps forward, bent down on the unpainted square wood edge of the stage, and touched and looked at it inch by inch. Then, she stopped in one place and raised her head. "This area has been sanded and sanded." She laughed, the fear just now was gone, and her eyes were shining. She stood up straight, pointed her face inward and said, "Look, this happens to be the centerline of the area that has been cleaned. Teacher, as you said, there was a man standing there with his throat cut, and blood spattered out. Totally Suitable!" I think my face must be very ugly at this time. At this moment, I didn't know what to say. I walked to the center of the wash area, right behind where I had the clock stand earlier.I looked up at the ceiling, down at the barely-painted floor, and forward to the sanded-off square timber sill. An indescribable emotion, like a goosegrass is tempting the cricket lying in my heart to open its teeth.I couldn't help laughing lowly. It seems that people have really died. In fact, did all of this exceed my expectations? "The severed head has not been found yet." The person who spoke suddenly was a tour guide in her 30s and 40s. She brought a couple of individual tourists and came over to listen to me when I sang Qin Opera. "It's been so many years, I didn't expect to hear you, a foreigner, talk about it again today." "Ha, it's actually true?" Fan Sicong yelled out loud. The couple, too, were taken aback and asked similar questions. "Of course it is true. On the morning when the dead man was found, I was standing here, tsk tsk, the naked body without a head was lying on the table, a piece of flesh was naked, and all the white bones in the cavity were exposed. I didn't vomit at that time, But when I went back, I vomited whenever I thought about it, and I lost ten catties in two months. After that, I walked around here for a whole year." As I stood there listening to her, I felt as if I had entered a state of writing, the slimy tentacles stroking the back, the sharp blades scraping the throat, the cold dead from the grave licking the genitals . No one knows what I'm going through when I'm writing, and I've talked about evil forces.There are all kinds of pain, and all kinds of pleasure. I turned around and pushed open the backstage door. In the narrow corridor-like space behind the door, various sundries are piled up.There are rotten ropes, benches, faded flags, hardware tools such as nails and hammers, and the red lanterns that used to be—now only the skeleton remains. This backstage is like a small abandoned warehouse, and the sundries have been piled up for no one knows how many years, maybe thirty years, maybe forty years. I glanced at the lanterns, then walked back to the front of the stage. There are two round wooden pillars standing at the entrance of the stage, one on the left and one on the right. I stared at them for a while, pointed to one of them and asked, "Is it here?" The tour guide narrowed his eyes and watched for a long time. In that place, there is a small hole. "Like here," she said. "You know so much." "What's wrong here?" Zhong Yi asked. "There was a lantern hanging here that day. The broken lantern I took from the backstage was later taken away by the police," the tour guide said. "A lantern? Why are there lanterns hanging here?" Zhong Yi asked. "I don't know. Anyway, at that time, the situation here was very ghostly." "The head has never been found, so the case has not been solved yet?" I asked. The tour guide looked at me strangely: "Of course it's not broken. You know so many things, why don't you know this. In the end, the police didn't even find out who the dead person was. I don't think this case can be solved. It's over." For so many years, I don’t know where the head is buried now. Maybe there are not even bones left after being gnawed by wild wolves. It’s so cruel. If the head is there, who knows who died, maybe the police will catch him .” I am still looking at the small hole, imagining a morning many years ago, when the stage was illuminated by the dawn, the headless body fell to the ground, and the broken lantern was hung on the wooden post and shook gently. Blood was all over the ground. Zhong Yi called me a few times, but I ignored her until she grabbed my arm and shook it. "Teacher, you suddenly mentioned this unsolved case, you didn't just want to scare me, did you? You always said that you are the person who knows how to kill people best, so you solved this case?" She looked straight at me when she spoke, then It's the kind of look I can't resist. "Solve the case?" I laughed and shook my head: "I know about this case, but when it comes to solving the case..." I paused and said, "The murderer stripped off his clothes and shoes and took away the dead man. For the investigators, there are too few clues. In such a desolate place, crimes are committed on rainy nights, unlike those in big cities. In a murder case, the murderer will encounter people wherever he goes, and there are cameras, no matter how careful he is, he will leave a lot of clues. But when it comes to cutting off the head, it is not necessarily to hide the identity of the deceased." "It doesn't make sense." Fan Sicong said: "Since the purpose of stripping off the clothes is to reduce clues, isn't it the same logic to cut off the head? Why is it not to cover up the real identity of the deceased?" I ignored him, nodded and smiled at the tour guide: "Look at these people, they seem to be very interested. I know a little about the situation, but you must know the details better." "Oh, but I still have to be a tour guide for these two." She was a little embarrassed. However, the two tourists said that it was all right. The attraction of this murder case many years ago seemed to be much greater than that of the Jiayuguan historic site. "Then what do you want to know?" she said. I didn't ask right away, but quickly sorted out the memories in my mind before opening my mouth. "Is this something that happened in 1995?" "Yes, July 8th, 1995, I will remember this day till the end of my life." Several people in the audience got closer, the rain was not heavy, only Fan Sicong opened an umbrella, and Chen Ailing smoked, this was the first time I saw her smoke. I stand so tall that it feels weird to have a conversation.But it certainly wasn't happy to have me climb down and stand in the rain.And I also want to smell the smell of murder on this stage more, how rare it is. Imagine the scene at that time. If I were a policeman, what would I see immediately? lantern! There were many eye-catching things at the scene, such as the headless body, which was still naked, and the blood all over the place.But I must see the lantern swaying in the wind first, and the naked body second. Of course the criminal police who handled the case also noticed the lantern. As far as I know, they should have found some traces in the lantern, but it is best for the tour guide to help me confirm this. "I heard that the man's head was once placed in a lantern," the tour guide told us. "Is it because of the blood found in the lantern, or more human tissue that can confirm this deduction?" I asked. "It seems so, it should be like this." Very loose answer, I think, but can I still expect her to list everything from blood type to bone fragments to bone marrow like a criminal policeman?With the situation I have as a comparison, this answer is enough. "Then why did they take it away in the end? Does the police have a conclusion on this point?" "Then you have to ask the police, but they all say they don't want the dead to be recognized." She hesitated, and then said: "There are also rumors that putting human heads in lanterns is an evil practice. No more, it was confiscated, maybe it was eaten." As soon as she said this, the expressions of the people around her changed. "Bullshit," I said. Maybe my disdain was too obvious, she immediately explained: "Didn't you just say what you said just now, and cutting off your head may not be to hide your identity. And I heard from relatives in the county police station that apart from blood marks on the ground, There is also the flesh, that is, the minced meat, which was found to be from the body of the dead man. But the dead man is a complete body under the neck, where did the meat come from, only the face, which was cut to pieces by many knives, Even if he stays in the lantern, no one will recognize who he is. So there must be other reasons for taking the head away. It is not unreasonable to say that it is an evil method. But you people in the city don’t know these things. It's normal too." Cutting the face of the deceased to hide his identity is a rather rough technique, and modern technology has already reached the point where facial bones can restore the face, even in 1995.Of course the murderer probably didn't know this.But in any case, this cannot be logically deduced from things like witch sacrifice rituals. I didn't intend to point out her logical error, and continued to ask for a few details. I learned that no oil lamp was found at the scene, but based on the spilled lamp oil, the police judged that there had been an oil lamp, but it was taken away by the murderer.The murder weapon was also taken away, but it was an ax that was originally in the background that cut off the head.The ax was ground on the blue bricks at the corner of the stage base before being used, and was thrown under the stage after use. The fingerprints had been washed in the rain and became incomplete. "I don't think it has anything to do with doing evil. However, after killing someone, you have to cut off the head. This action itself has a strong ritual. From this point of view, it is very similar to revenge." "That's right, my relative said that they judged the motive of the murder as revenge." "Then teacher, you know so many details. You must also know the police's analysis of motives. You must have hidden things that you haven't said. You must have thought of something that the police didn't think of. If you analyze it, it may be true. Just solve this long-standing unsolved case." Fan Sicong ran on me mercilessly. I smiled at him, jumped off the stage, and half-armed and half-hugged Zhong Yi as well. It's too easy to block him. In the drizzle, I stood in front of the place where the lantern was, and looked up at the lantern that didn't exist. "That morning, an ugly headless man's body was covered with blood, lying naked on the stage. Most of the blood in the body had already gushed out of the cavity and flowed out of the stage. And there is a lantern hanging here, and there is a bloody human head in the lantern. Assuming that the human head has not been taken away, it is in the lantern. Imagine, what kind of scene is this, how would you feel?" For the couple who met by chance, the girl had already shrunk into the boy's arms, trembling.Among the few people in the company, Chen Ailing seemed calm, the cigarette between her fingers was almost burned up; Yuan Ye was snoring, but in fact she didn't care the most; Fan Sicong looked at me with his hands folded, but the posture of his feet was very typical: one foot Aiming at Zhong Yi, the other foot retreated half a step in a fleeing state, showing cowardice, people always can't control their lower body; Zhong Yi's face was a little flushed, there was both fear and excitement in it, I think, I It was at this moment that he really became interested in her. "You will find it cruel, terrifying, and shocking, but you will definitely not find it weird. Why, because this picture is unified and coordinated." When I said this, I paused for a moment, thinking that someone must be Call me pervert in my heart. "When I say unified and coordinated, I mean that cutting off the head and putting the head in a lantern to hang it up are consistent. To be more precise, it is an emotional progression. Revenge, complete revenge. It’s not fun to cut it off, and you have to hang it up for everyone to see. He cut the face of the dead to protect himself, but at the same time, it inevitably weakened the pleasure of revenge, making him want to use another way to further vent." "So he chose to hang his head up, but why put it in a lantern instead of other ways?" Zhong Yi asked. "Because there are lanterns in the background. Human heads are not so easy to hang. In ancient times, people had long hair, so when hanging human heads, just tie the hair. Of course, there is another way to hang it." Having said that, I smiled and didn't say another way to hang it, but skipped to the next paragraph: "Lanterns are a kind of container, so they are convenient to hang up, and it is very likely that he originally planned to light lanterns. He just put the oil lamp Put it on the head of a person. Think about it, such a lantern with a human head hanging in front of the stage, the lamp is floating like a will-o'-the-wisp, dimly illuminating the corpses on the stage, in that rainy night, in the ancient city between heaven and earth, the soul Youyou, what a great show." There was silence all around.I'm used to it, it's really hard to find a like-minded person in this world.But whenever such a moment, the audience shows embarrassment with disgust, I always think, since my novel sells so well, how different are you from me in essence? "Then why did you take it away?" A voice asked quietly. This way of asking reminds me of the dialogues in "Taking Tiger Mountain Out of Wisdom" "Why is my face red", "I'm refreshed", "Why is it yellow again", "It's cold and waxy". It was the girl curled up in her boyfriend's arms who asked the question.Obviously her heart is much stronger than the outside, she is just pretending to be a little bird. "Based on my previous speculation, if he put the head into the lantern, it was indeed for further revenge. Then he took the head out again and changed his mind. From the perspective of an avenger, there is only one possibility." I glanced around at the people present, and said, "Isn't it because of the cold wind that they flinched? I chose to kill people in such an environment. I cut off my head and my face. I also stripped off my clothes and put my head in a lantern." Here, all this shows that the person who strikes is abnormal and calm. Such a person will not suddenly realize his conscience or feel fear in his heart." It's a good feeling to be on the mind of everyone on set like this.Just like when I was writing a novel. "Because... he has a better way?" Finally there was a breaker, Zhong Yi. "Yes." I smiled happily. "No." Of course it was Fan Sicong who jumped out: "If there is a better way, shouldn't it be a more conspicuous place for pleasure? How come no one has found the head for so many years? Understand a bit of psychology, if no one finds the head, how can the murderer get extra pleasure of revenge, it might as well hang it in a lantern." "One by one. Solve the better way first, and then solve the problem of missing heads. As I said just now, there are usually two ways to hang human heads in the past. Besides hair, the second is to stick the human head on a sharp object. , such as bamboo poles, fences, and wooden stakes. Such things happen to exist in Jiayuguan, and they are specially used to hang human heads." The tour guide yelled "Ah!" "You mean..." I snapped my fingers: "That's right there. Come on, take us to have a look." The tour guide was in the front and we were in the back. We were all drenched in the drizzle, and no one thought about holding an umbrella, oh, except Fan Sicong. "Jiayuguan was a place of war in ancient times. It is not uncommon for owls to show their heads to the public. There is also a special place for hanging their heads." I said as I walked. "Here it is, you see." The tour guide walked to the Wengcheng not far away, and raised his hand. Jiayuguan City is ten meters high, looking from the bottom up in the urn, it looks like you are in a well.The place the tour guide pointed to was eight or nine meters above the ground, near the upper edge of the city wall, where there were several small black gadgets. "The ones embedded in the bricks of the city wall are the iron hooks used to hang human heads," the tour guide said. Now everyone understood what I meant, and exclaimed in varying degrees. "It's not just here." The tour guide said: "There are many walls in Jiayuguan. There are two types, facing the outside of the pass and facing the inside of the pass. According to the original identity of the head, the one facing the outside of the pass is to deter the enemy, and the one facing the pass is to deter the enemy. army or civilians." It's a professional introduction, but I don't think anyone wants to hear that from her right now. "Isn't it more magnificent to hang it in this kind of place than to put it in a lantern?" I said. "style?" I smiled friendly at Fan Sicong: "Yes, style. You have to get into the murderer's head and understand his mood. Of course, you have to be crazy enough to do it. This is the difference between you and me, and it is also me who is in charge of this case. The difference between criminal police. In Jiayuguan, there is such a place to hang people's heads, I bet the murderer must think that he was really stupid tossing about the lantern after thinking about it." "But it's so high, how to hang it up, even if it's on the tower, it seems that it can't be reached from top to bottom." Zhong Yi said. "You can throw it." The one who spoke was Yuan Ye who didn't speak much: "From top to bottom, the distance is no more than two meters. "Like throwing a grenade?" I joked. He smiled. "Maybe he tried a few times before he succeeded, running up and down in the rainy night to pick up people's heads, or he has other methods. I know you will ask again, what about the heads the next day, did he hang them up? Did the head run off by itself again, or did a third person hide in the dark and finally took the head away?" "Yes, how do you explain this?" Fan Sicong asked. "I wasn't there, so how do I know? The logic can only go so far. No matter how I feel about the murderer's mood, I can't explain it. So I guess, the murderer probably didn't know it at the time, and the head would disappear. Just a little bit of imagination, um, the day, oh, I mean the next day, the day you saw the dead body on the stage.” I asked the tour guide, “Is it still raining?” "No, the rain has stopped." "When did it stop?" "I can't remember it, it seems to stop at dawn." I looked up at the sky, but it was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly. "Are there vultures in this area?" The tour guide looked at me with wide eyes, and nodded for a long time. "Yes! Not a lot." I shrugged my shoulders: "If the head was really thrown, it must not be fastened very well, maybe it was just hanging on it, and a big bird like a vulture would take it away with its claws. The head may still be there now." Some bone fragments are left in the bird's nest on the cliff. This head was put in the lantern for a while, and the blood was almost bleeding by then, and it was still raining at night, so it was hung on the city wall Afterwards, there was no particularly obvious blood stain on the ground the next day. If one of these iron hooks could be tested for blood, the matter would be clear. But it should be possible to test now, which is complicated. I don’t know where Does the police have this technology and equipment?" “那，凶手会是什么身份，你还能进一步推测，把他抓出来吗？”陈爱玲还在抽烟，一枝接一枝，像是尝试过戒烟的烟鬼刚开始复吸。她一直站在外圈，那是个审视的位置。 “这怎么可能。”我哈哈大笑：“真当我是神仙了，我如果能推出凶手是谁，现在在哪里，那只有一个可能。” 他们都盯着我看。 “那就是……其实我是凶手。哈哈哈哈。” 我向他们微鞠一躬：“好了，分析会到此结束，希望你们喜欢我对嘉峪关的解说。”