Chapter 1198 Grandparents

Even though everyone was an experienced old man, Lin Qianqian's words still touched their nerves. The number of heads matched the number of coffins. Obviously, there could only be corpses in the coffins, and the hole was dug from the inside of the coffin to the outside...

Combining these scattered clues, a bold and terrifying guess surfaced.

At this moment, Li Bai told a more creepy news, pushing the weird atmosphere to a climax, "On the night when the heads were washed out, Fengtou Village had a rare rainstorm, but according to the villagers' recollections, in the rainstorm, some of them vaguely heard the sound of horse hooves, and... there were also crisp iron knocking sounds."

"The sound came from the end of the village." After a pause, Li Bai added in a deep voice.

The sound of horse hooves, the sound of iron knocking... Similar descriptions immediately reminded everyone of Mrs. Su's words in the Su residence. Song Keli, who hid under the pseudonym Su Laoye, was disturbed by the mysterious sound of horse hooves and was in a state of panic all day long.

Jiang Cheng recalled the attitude of the shopkeeper of Baomozhai, and felt that the painting in his arms had a lot to say, which reminded him of the news about "Ghost Horse Picture" published in the newspaper.

He Tianhe also said frankly that the painting in his arms, like the other paintings in the study, was copied by the painter.

But since it was copied, there must be an original painting, and this original painting is very likely to be "Ghost Horse Picture"!

If this is the case, Jiang Cheng suddenly became alert in his heart. The shopkeeper of Baomozhai was willing to let them go, which might not be the intention of letting the long line catch the big fish. Perhaps now, they have been targeted. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

The three groups of people shared the information they collected. Next, everyone subconsciously looked at Luo Tianhe and the other two. This last group of people was responsible for investigating the source of the newspaper news.

"We found the newspaper that published this newspaper, but the people in the newspaper didn't know about it." Luo Tianhe took out the newspaper, and his voice revealed a subtle feeling between doubt and relief.

But it was obvious that everyone didn't buy this result. He Ping asked with a stern face: "I don't understand what Mr. Luo said. Since we have found this newspaper and confirmed that this newspaper was published by this newspaper, how could the latter not know about it?"

"They really didn't know." Another slightly old voice sounded, Yuan Shanyuan explained, "It's true that they compiled and published this newspaper, but the content on it was not entirely from their hands."

"Mr. Luo and I have read their first draft and the final draft. There is no story of "Ghost Horse Picture" on it, let alone related reports on the charred corpse case of the Roman Hotel.

"The section where these two reports are located originally belonged to two completely different news, one is that Citigroup Shipping Company has crossed the Pacific Ocean steadily, and the other is a commercial advertisement for Suji Baifeng Pills. We have read it carefully and have nothing to do with the case we are investigating. "

Yuan Shanyuan's words and tone gave people a very reassuring feeling, as if no matter how dangerous or strange the matter was, as long as it came to him, it would be properly resolved.

Bai Yu raised his hand, and his pale and slender fingers gently pulled Yuan Shanyuan's arm. This porcelain doll-like girl seemed to be very dependent on her grandfather. Yuan Shanyuan lowered his head lovingly and stroked the back of Bai Yu's hand with his broad palm, as if comforting her and giving her the strength to persevere.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a strange feeling, which made him very uncomfortable, as if... this pair of grandparents and grandchildren The feelings between them had already exceeded the boundaries of family affection. At least in Jiang Cheng's subconscious, they were more like a couple.

Luo Tianhe took over the conversation at the right time and continued: "The newspaper office couldn't figure out what was going on. They were also very distressed. When we went there, we happened to run into a few blond and blue-eyed foreigners who were angry. They quarreled very fiercely. Later we learned that these people were from Citigroup. They angrily accused the newspaper of breach of contract because they did not publish the content they needed on time, which caused the company to suffer losses, so they came to ask for an explanation."

"After these people left, we met the person in charge of the newspaper. The person in charge was injured and his office was smashed. When we asked about it, the person in charge was also full of grievances. He complained to us that these blond and blue-eyed Westerners were easy to deal with. They came to the door to ask for money and could be sent away by paying money. The deadly ones were those Japanese. "

"I don't know what those Japanese people are thinking. They came to the door with newspapers. Without saying a word, they smashed the office, caught him, beat him up, and warned him before leaving that if he dared to talk nonsense in the newspaper again, they would chop off his head, put it in a broken coffin, and bury it outside the city, and no one would find it in their lifetime."

"Lin Qianqian's eyes lit up, and it was obvious that she had thought of something. She opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped by He Tianhe with a look, "I know what you want to ask, and you are right. These Japanese people... came for the second story, "Ghost Horse Picture." "

Yao Shunyu also restrained his usual arrogance, touched his chin with his hand, and showed a thoughtful expression, "Cut off the head, put it in a broken coffin, and bury it outside the city..."

"Isn't this how the seven people died?" The fat man couldn't help but say.

"Through the various clues at present, I think I can be sure of one thing. The bodies outside the city were killed by the Japanese, and their purpose is related to the "Ghost Horse Picture". "Putting together the information received by everyone, Ding Zhenzong believed that his statement was tenable.

"Also, Song Keli heard the horse hooves, and the villagers heard it too, which means that the deaths of those people outside the city were closely related to Song Keli, and that's what he feared." He Ping added later.

"Traitor, selling out friends for glory!" Lin Qianqian seemed to have grasped the key point, raised her head, and said excitedly: "You said that this so-called selling out friends for glory, could it be referring to those corpses outside the city? Those people knew Song Keli, and they were killed by the Japanese because of his betrayal."

"It's very likely." Ding Zhenzong said in a muffled voice.

As the clues were supplemented bit by bit, the context in everyone's mind gradually became clear, but Jiang Cheng understood that the source of information was complicated, and a large part of the so-called speculation was based on the reliable source of information, which could only provide them with a rough idea.

But even if it was just an idea, it was enough. This was only the first day of the official mission. They had already obtained so much information before they had a direct encounter with the ghost. This was something they had never dared to think about before.

In terms of strength alone, these teammates in front of him are not much inferior to those in the Dahe Niangniang mission. Some of them even give Jiang Cheng a sense of danger.