After saying that, Zhang Guozheng suddenly stopped, as if trying to recall the events of the time, I couldn't wait to know what happened later, so I asked him: Then did you and Zeng Yaoju find anything else in that room?

Zhang Guozheng shook his head and said: No, after the call that day. We dared to look into the room, and there was little change in the rest of the room, except for the overturned coat rack, because the lights were on. I had the audacity to put the golden statue of King Jizo back in the cabinet and lock it up.

Then, Zeng Yaoju said that she was afraid and didn't want to stay here, so I took her home by bicycle and sent her downstairs, and I returned to the station alone to continue my duty.

I interrupted Zhang Guozheng again: When you sent Zeng Yaoju back that day, did you find anything wrong with her?

Zhang Guozhengdao: If you insist on saying yes, I think she was a little frightened, I talked to her several times along the way, but she didn't react, I want to say it two or three times, she just said, and the answer was not what she asked.

I was about to ask another question, but Cen Sixian interrupted me and said: In the first year of junior high school, you ask Mr. Zhang to finish the rest of the story first, and then ask together, if you disconnect the story like this, it will destroy his story thinking. It might make him reveal some details.

I had no choice but to smile bitterly and let Zhang Guozheng continue to speak first.

The story continues.

When Zhang Guozheng sent Zeng Yaoju downstairs, Zeng Yaoju said to Zhang Guozheng and asked him to help ask for a leave, saying that she was unwell and wanted to take a day off.

Zhang Guozheng felt that Zeng Yaoju was really frightened. quickly agreed, and said to let Zeng Yaoju have a good rest.

Zhang Guozheng, who returned to the cultural relics station that day, did not dare to go to the room where the cultural relics were stored. Instead, I chatted with the uncle who opened the door at the door for a night.

The next day, after Zhang Guozheng asked for leave for Zeng Yaoju, he bought an early morning to see Zeng Yaoju's residence, knocked on the door and found that Zeng Yaoju's face was pale, and he touched her forehead with his hand and found that she had a cold, so Zhang Guozheng carried her to the hospital.

After playing the hanging bottle, she stayed in the hospital for half a day before the fever on her body subsided.

After the fever subsided, Zeng Yaoju was about to go home, and Zhang Guozheng sent Zeng Yaoju back, because he was too tired after not sleeping all night, so he went back to the dormitory to rest.

Speaking of which, I have to mention the residences of Zhang Guozheng and Zeng Yaoju, they all live in dormitories, but there are few women on the cultural relics station, Zeng Yaoju lives in a single room, and Zhang Guozheng lives in a dormitory for two people in the collective.

After returning to his residence, Zhang Guozheng slept soundly for a day, and when he woke up at night, it was already more than ten o'clock, and he ran to the door of Zeng Yaoju's dormitory to take a look. When he found that the lights had gone out, he went back.

In the blink of an eye, it was the third day of the incident, and on this day, someone came here to transport the golden statue of King Jizo Bodhisattva and send it to the museum.

And on this day, Zeng Yaoju still didn't go to work.

After working for half a day, Zhang Guozheng went to the dormitory to find Zeng Yaoju during the lunch break, knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered, and the door was locked from the inside, he was afraid that something would happen and knocked the door open, and as a result, he found Zeng Yaoju who was already dead.

Zeng Yaoju's eyes were open, she leaned against the wall in the corner of the bed, the bed was full of blood, her hands drooped, her legs curled, as if she was scared before she died.

Speaking of this, Zhang Guozheng didn't speak again, I waited patiently for a while and he still didn't say, I had to ask, and he said: After seeing Zeng Yaoju's body, my brain exploded instantly, and then I fainted directly, and then I was sent to the hospital, and when I woke up, Zeng Yaoju's body had been sent to the autopsy.

Later, the police asked me about it, and then I was found out that I took pictures of cultural relics without permission, because the photos did not leak, so I was not much guilty, so I was directly dismissed.

Later, I went back to the village to farm, but after returning home, I always dreamed of the golden statue of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, and I felt a little scared, so I invited a statue of the god to offer, and after inviting this idol, I have not had a strange dream, and my luck has not been bad over the years, I think it is the Jizo King Bodhisattva who is protecting me.

Indeed, Zhang Guo offered some aura to the Buddha statue in his home.

At this point, the cause and effect of the matter are almost the same, and we finally know that the golden statue of the Jizo King Bodhisattva is indeed a little weird, and I can't say how weird it is for the time being.

Hearing this, Cen Sixian began to ask questions: Mr. Zhang, did you know that the golden statue was lost after three days in the museum?

Zhang Guozheng nodded and said: I heard about it, but it was a long time later that I went to the city and met my former colleagues, and they told me, and they said that they didn't know how to lose it, and the thieves didn't even leave a trace.

On my side, I asked Zhang Guozheng: Do you know any information about the dynasty of the Golden Buddha?

Zhang Guozhengdao: I heard that it was the Wu Zhou period of the Tang Dynasty, but I don't know the specifics, I am still doing chores there for the time being, and I can't touch it if I work too deeply.

Wu Zetian's period? Although the Tang and Li families advocated Taoism, Wu Zetian was a complete Buddhist believer, and during her reign, many new temples and Buddhas were built in various parts of the Tang Dynasty.

I asked him if he had any more information, and Zhang Guozheng shook his head and said: No, I only know so much.

When he came out of Zhang Guozheng's house, he sent us to the door, and when we were about to get in the car, he said: I always think that Zeng Yaoju did not commit suicide, but was killed by something dirty, I hope you will find out the truth, avenge her, and give her justice.

We didn't respond to Zhang Guozheng's words, but all smiled.

Leaving from here, Xiao Wu drove in front to lead the way, and Cen Sixian sat in our car, saying that she wanted to discuss the case with us.

The car left Zhang Guozheng's village and continued to drive south, and Cen Sixian said: On the first day of the new year, Ruohui, do you think there will be dirty things living in the golden statue of the Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo? By the way, there is also the age of the cemetery, in fact, I knew it for a long time, but I forgot to tell you, it is indeed from the Tang Wuzhou period, but.

I said: There must be something wrong with the golden statue of the Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo, so I won't discuss this for the time being, what do you mean by saying half of it?

Cen Sixian said embarrassedly: Because there is a discrepancy between the information I investigated next and the information in the case file, I hesitated to say it, I actually wanted to say it last night, but I still figured it out, so I couldn't help but say it.

I asked Cen Sixian to explain the discrepancies, and then we analyzed them together.

She also did not hesitate to express the doubts in her heart: There is indeed a record in the information that the golden Bodhisattva statue is from the Tang Dynasty, and the way of burial is also from the Tang Dynasty, don't we have a photo of the big coffin? I looked for someone to see it and said that the coffin was in the style of the Han Dynasty.

The coffins of the Han Dynasty buried the people of the Tang Dynasty?

I haven't spoken yet, Cen Sixian continued: And the person I was looking for also told me that judging from the color of the photo, it may be a bluestone coffin, which is very heavy.

Bluestone coffin?

The coffin was missing, still a heavy stone coffin, which made it even more certain that the coffin was not carried by those who were missing, because they could not carry it at all. Remember the blood on the side.

Cen Sixian continued to say: The person who can use the bluestone sarcophagus must be a wealthy family, according to the records, the tomb pit is very small, only enough to put down the big coffin, and the identity of the tomb pit and the coffin does not match.

Cen Sixian raised these questions, and I couldn't answer them, so I could only keep them in my heart.

With some information from Zhang Guozheng and some information from Cen Sixian, we seem to have found a lot of things, but we are still far from finding out the truth.

After walking for a while, when we stopped to rest, Cen Sixian returned to Xiao Wu's car.

It took a little time to get to Zhang Guozheng, and it was already late afternoon when we arrived at the township where the incident occurred.

Finding a small hotel in the town, we were going to rest first, and then we would go to the cemetery after dawn, and we couldn't see the reason when we got there at night.

The next morning, I didn't drive, but went straight into the mountains from a hill behind the town.

At first, we could still see signs of people's movements, but the deeper we went, we gradually found no signs of people.

Xiao Wu took a map and walked in front with Lin Sen, and the speed at which we traveled was okay.

According to the map, there should be a road in front of us, but when we walk now, there is no trace of that road at all, obviously after so many years of no one leaving, that road has long disappeared.

We shuttled through the mountains until late evening at a small ridge, the highest of the several nearby mountain packs, and there was a deep pit overgrown with weeds and shrubs.

After arriving here, Lin Sen looked around, and then pointed to the pit under our feet: The first day of junior high school, it should be here, if nothing goes wrong, this pit is the original grave pit.

I walked around, then used the wood knife in my hand to clean up the nearby bushes and weeds, and then took out the photos to compare, the pit was indeed a little similar.

It's just that after so many years of wind and rain erosion, some places have changed.

As for the aura near the grave, it has long since returned to normal, the yin and yang qi is normal, and there is no demon qi and corpse qi.

Most of our visits this time were in vain.

And we made some mistakes in the calculation of the time, we wanted to explore here during the day, but we didn't expect that because there was no road, we arrived here in the evening, and it was indeed a bit troublesome for us to return overnight, so we thought that we would stay here for a day for the time being, and then investigate the neighborhood tomorrow morning, and finally return.

As night fell, the originally peaceful atmosphere here suddenly changed a little bit.