Chapter 没一会 Jiangcheng and Fatty got back into the two rickshaws they had come in. Jiangcheng sat in the back seat with a beaming smile, looking very satisfied.

But Fatty secretly thought it was a close call. It seemed the Japanese had also noticed something was wrong, so they went to check outside the teahouse. If they hadn't come out, those two guys might have tried to find a way into the teahouse to investigate.

Instead of going directly back to the Su residence, they got out of the rickshaws near the Roman Hotel. Jiangcheng paid the rickshaw pullers as promised, without shortchanging them, showing that he was very satisfied.

The two rickshaw pullers showed rare smiles at the sight of the money, but the more Fatty looked at them, the more alarmed he became. He felt that these two weren't happy at all and were just holding back a stomachful of anger with nowhere to vent it.

The two walked slowly along the street, and through various traces, they could vaguely see the former liveliness and prosperity of the Roman Hotel, but after knowing that this prosperity was built on the pain of many people, Fatty felt disgusted.

Gradually, they saw some familiar faces on the street. All parties were returning to the team.

First, He Ping and Ding Zhenzong got off an old streetcar, followed by Luo Tianhe, Yuan Shanyuan, and Bai Yu. Soon after, Yao Shunyu, Lin Qianqian, and Li Bai also appeared.

Everyone gathered together and began to exchange information.

"Wait a minute." He Ping's gaze searched among the crowd. After a moment, he looked up and asked, "Where are Zhang Shiwei and Li Shanru? Where did they go?"

"They said they went to stake out near the Su residence," Li Bai explained.

"Isn't that a mess?" Ding Zhenzong, with his dark skin, couldn't help but anxiously say, "Don't they know there are Japanese watching near the Su residence? If they are discovered, they will alert the enemy."

But even though that was said, everyone didn't have a better solution now that things had come to this.

The gazes of the crowd slowly focused on Jiangcheng. Clearly, they wanted to wait for him to speak first, since the only concrete clue, the painting, was in his hands.

"The man in the Su residence is indeed not surnamed Su, but Song, named Song Keli. On the way here, I saw students marching, and the slogans they were shouting were related to him."

"Traitor, disgrace to scholars, betraying friends for personal gain." Lin Qianqian said in her usual melodious voice, "We heard it on the way back as well. The students were in a state of outrage."

Jiangcheng nodded. "Traitor and disgrace to scholars clearly refer to their cooperation with the Japanese. I think the most important thing is the phrase 'betraying friends for personal gain.'"

"That's right, do you remember how scared Song Keli was, constantly saying 'don't let them find me,' 'they're coming for me,' and things like that? He must have done something wrong! He's worried about being avenged!" Fatty said, clenching his fist.

Jiangcheng stopped there. He didn't reveal any more information, after all, these teammates hadn't shared their information with him yet.

"Next is our side." He Ping said, "Ding Zhenzong and I found the police station, but because we couldn't prove our identities, we couldn't get too much detailed information from the police station."

"So… you didn't do anything?" Yao Shunyu looked at him with a playful tone.

Ding Zhenzong snorted coldly and lowered his voice, saying, "He Ping and I discussed it. Since Su… no, Song Keli is so scared, he must have encountered something terrifying, which means people must have died."

"And the police station couldn't possibly store those dead bodies, so we inquired about the nearby hospitals. We found out that one of them is run behind the scenes by the Japanese."

"We found this hospital and secretly sneaked into the hospital morgue. Sure enough, in an inconspicuous corner, we found several strange corpses."

Speaking of this, Ding Zhenzong paused, "The corpses were covered with white cloths, and their entire bodies had a strange gray tint, as if they had been painted with a layer of lacquer. And their muscles were severely atrophied. The strangest thing was that the corpses' arms were raised, held up horizontally."

"Like zombies in a movie," He Ping added in a low voice.

"We tried it. Their arms seemed to be fixed in place and couldn't be put down no matter what. If you wanted to put them down, unless… unless you broke their arms."

"Also, all the dead people are Japanese. We checked their toes, and the clothes and shoes they were wearing were very similar to those of the servants in the Su residence," Ding Zhenzong continued.

After a moment of silence, Yuan Shanyuan suddenly asked, "How many such corpses are there in total?"

"Four," He Ping said definitively.

"Four…" Yao Shunyu stroked his chin, looking thoughtful. "Do you remember, what did that Madam Su say about Song Keli being sick for the past few days?"

Li Bai turned to look at everyone, "It's also four days."

"Could it be that one person has to die every day? Originally, those things came to claim Song Keli's life, but these Japanese acted as scapegoats?" Lin Qianqian put forward a very normal assumption, which was easy to understand.

"That's possible," Li Bai echoed.

"I think… you can listen to our findings. The word 'findings' might not be appropriate. This is all hearsay, but it's going around a lot in this area. Many people are talking about it." Lin Qianqian's expression suddenly became serious.

"Some people say that in a village nearby, in the west of the city, quite a distance from here."

"The village is called Fengtou Village. Not far from the end of the village, there is a small forest, and the forest is in a small hollow. Few people go there, it's quite secluded."

"But not long ago, several human heads were suddenly discovered there. It's strange, because few people go there, and… and the heads were buried in the soil, but that day it happened to rain heavily. The rain washed away the slope, and the heads rolled down the slope, just… just rolled outside the courtyard of a family at the end of the village, hitting the courtyard door."

"The next day, when this family opened the door, they were almost scared to death."

"Then the villagers gathered together and, gathering their courage, followed the traces and found the remaining six heads, a total of seven heads, all cut off with a sharp knife, and the bones in the neck were severed."

"And the heads were very fresh, it just happened recently."

"But there were heads but no bodies, which isn't right. The villagers widened the scope and started searching, and finally, in another remote place, about… about tens of meters away from the heads, they found several very strange earthen pits."

"It's not appropriate to call them earthen pits. They were actually just a few small holes, like something an animal had dug with its claws, just enough for an adult to squeeze into."

"Some brave people brought kerosene lamps, squatted outside one of the holes, and shone the kerosene lamp inside, and discovered… discovered that the hole led to a coffin."

"But the strange thing is that the coffin was empty, a total of seven coffins, all… all of them were empty."

"And the edges of these holes were protruding outwards, which means…"

"The holes were dug from inside the coffins," Luo Tianhe raised his head and looked at Lin Qianqian.

The latter hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.