Chapter 173 Head

A headless male corpse fell out of the headrest of the bed.

On closer inspection, his right hand was crippled and three-quarters of his hand was amputated.

"Missing right hand?"

"This headless corpse is exactly the same as Zhang Jiu's crippled hand. This headless male corpse, which has obviously been dead for several days, can't be the Zhang Jiu we're looking for?"

After the initial shock, Old god stick came up to look at the body curiously.

Old god stick's job was to deal with all kinds of corpses.

The bodies of the people who died horizontally were the scariest and the most varied. Old god stick had never seen any kind of corpse before. According to what Old god stick was boasting to Fang Zheng at the moment, when he traveled all over the country, competing with traveling monks and The godmother in the countryside, such as the View of giants, the view of bones, the view of corpses and insects, and the strange corpse of the view of bones and bones because half of his body was soaked in the cold spring and half of his body was exposed in the air... He had seen them all.

The body in front of him, which had only been stinking for a few days, was nothing to him.

Fang Zheng glanced at Old god stick from the corner of his eye, giving him a look of self-awareness.

I wonder who was surprised just now.

Old god stick's mouth was hard to swallow, and he shook his robe, which was more often used as a prop, saying that it was a sudden incident that did not prepare him mentally.

"Old god stick, you said that if this headless man was Zhang Jiu, the night shift security guard in Jianshanling quarry, Zhang Jiu would have been dead for at least two or three days based on the time Zhang Jiu disappeared and the degree of decay. Then the question is, who would have been Zhang Jiu in Quarry for the past few days?"

"Why is Zhang Jiu's body stinking at home and missing a head?"

"Then where did this head go?"

"Could it be that all the Zhang Jiu people in Quarry have seen these days is Zhang Jiu's head running around all day long?"

Hearing Fang Zheng's terrifying words, Old god stick suddenly felt cold all over. The more he felt someone lying on his back, blowing a cold wind at his neck.

"The headless body is weird enough. How does the old man feel when you say that? Is it really possible that Zhang Jiu's head is running around?"

Fang Zheng: "Right, Old god stick, you think so too."

Fang Zheng had a serious expression on his face.

If it was really Zhang Jiu's head, running around, whether it was people from Quarry or Zheng Yongzhi, the new night security guard from Quarry, who had seen Zhang Jiu these days, was actually a ghost, then how could that nine-day appearance be explained?

According to the day shift security guards, Zheng Yongzhi's body was found by Zhang Jiu this morning. It was Zheng Yongzhi's body that Zhang Jiu waited until daylight and the others in Quarry found together when they came to work.

Fang Zheng had yet to encounter any ghosts that could come out during the day, except for some special little skeletons.

Like the most ferocious ghost he had ever encountered, whether it was the two zombie kings under Tongjiang bridge or the hundred-year-old female ghost in Gujing village, none of them could come out in the daytime to do anything.

"Could it be said that zhang jiu is a ghost king stronger than the corpse king and the hundred-year-old female ghost?"

"No, if Zhang Jiu is really such a fierce ghost king, it doesn't make sense. Why does he stay in Quarry as a small night shift security guard and act mechanically day after day when he was alive? And if he was the ghost king, there wouldn't be any ghosts in Quarry who would kill people every day in front of the ghost king."

"In other words, the three people killed in Quarry in succession these days were killed by zhang jiu? That makes even more sense. The ghost king still wants to kill secretly?"

"And Zhang Jiu is just an ordinary person. After being killed, he became a ferocious ghost that was even scarier than a hundred-year-old ghost. It doesn't make sense logically."

For a moment there was no clue. Fang Zheng's head swelled with thought.

"What if this headless man isn't Zhang Jiu? After all, he's lost his head. The only way to find out who he is is is through dna comparison."

"But the headless man's body appeared in Zhang Jiu's bedroom, and the degree of decay coincided with the time of Zhang Jiu's disappearance. So many coincidences gathered together, saying that it wasn't Zhang Jiu's body that I didn't believe in myself. If it was Zhang Jiu's body, then who would have killed Zhang Jiu at home? And why did they cut off Zhang Jiu's head? Who would Zhang Jiu be in Quarry these days? Was it someone who pretended to be Zhang Jiu and not the ghost that zhang jiu had turned into after her death?"

If the headless body in front of him was really Zhang Jiu, Fang Zheng felt that the person or ghost that killed Zhang Jiu should have nothing to do with the successive deaths in Quarry these days.

The other three victims all died in Quarry.

Only zhang jiu died in his home outside of Quarry.

This is a very big doubt in itself.

"Or is Zhang Jiu's death related to the cover Gao family and the person behind the scenes that I've been pursuing?" Fang Zheng combined all the clues, and the only possibility he could think of was this clue.

Even he was tracked to Jianshanling quarry.

The person behind the scenes was one step ahead of him, and it was highly possible that the person behind the Black blind forest lead was one step ahead of him to track down Jianshanling quarry.

On the timeline, it coincided with the time when Zhang Jiu was killed.

Fang Zheng connected all the clues in front of him, and it was clear that there were important clues in front of him, but he still felt that his eyes were always like a flower in the mist, covered with layers of clouds, but could not move the last layer of clouds.

Most importantly, why did Zhang Jiu die?

Where did his head go again? Why is there so much else, but Zhang Jiu's head is missing?

Fang Zheng frowned slightly, and his eyes met Old god stick, who was squatting beside the headless corpse, studying the corpse in detail. Fang Zheng thoughtfully said, "Old god stick, have you ever encountered anything more sinister than the matter of eating and eating in your business with monks and The godmother? For example... A person who died in a row like this, with incomplete bodies, could run around with his head. He lived and worked like a normal person, and no one noticed anything unusual about him."

Old god stick continued to squat beside the body and thought, "Do dead people live a normal life like normal people? Let me think about it."

"There is such a strange thing."

"But this is not my personal experience of lao dao. Lao dao just happened to see it in a miscellaneous history."

"This happened a long time ago in ancient times. A five-year-old daughter of a big family died of illness, and her family was heartbroken. In order to see her again, the big family first kidnapped five five-year-old girls of the same age, height, weight and skin color, and then secretly killed them. Take one left hand, one left foot, one right hand, one right foot, one torso, and finally cut off his little daughter's head with his own hands and sew it into a complete body like a puppet. Each body contains six souls and uses resentment to force it into a corpse."

A chill rose from the bottom of Fang Zheng's heart.

In ancient times, there was such a wicked sect that forced up the demonic sect?

"What happened after that?" Fang Zheng was surprised.

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