?295: Chapter 267: Take on a Few More Cases   295: Chapter 267: Take on a Few More Cases                                   “I’ll go down and dig; you keep watch,” Wang Chuanxing said after driving for two hours and borrowing an auxiliary policeman from the local station.


    He had returned to Qi Yongbin’s house to dig the dried-up well.


    He was the kind of person with a highly functioning brain, full of thoughts, but had never really gotten his chance.


    That’s because in the provincial capital, there were many young people who relied on themselves, just like him.


    This time, Wang Chuanxing worried that involving others would share any potential credit, so he didn’t even want to ask for borrowed people.


    He only borrowed an auxiliary policeman and, without exining the situation, brought a shovel and came over.


    The auxiliary policeman borrowed was over 30 and didn’t really care what he was doing.


    Wang Chuanxing assigned him as a lookout, and he found a shady spot to sit down and y on his cellphone.


    Wang Chuanxing dug downward in the dried well, feeling increasingly guilty.


    He hade a bit too hastily, unprepared with barely a big shovel and a shlight, thinking that would suffice.


    Looking down the well from above seemed fine, but the actuality of the well was so oppressive.


    Continuing to dig downward, the distance from the mouth of the well grew further, not to mention the worsening light, and a slight sense of dread began to creep into his heart.


    This kind of well indeed made it very convenient to bury a body.


    The well had a self-cleansing ability, with its abundance of microorganisms dposing the corpse cleanly in a shorter amount of time.


    Burying a body in a well could easily cover up the smell and prevent wild animals from digging it up, which is the main reason why bodies buried in the wilderness are discovered.


    Another piece of obscure knowledge that modern people might know less about: if a body is buried more than two meters deep, it is unlikely to be dug up by other wild animals, and the smell won’t escape either.


    This is actually a tradition of the funeral industry.


    Thews in the beautiful country stipte that a body must be buried six feet under; in ancient China’s rites, the minimum depth was also six feet, suitable for a sixth-grade official.


    Higher-ranking officials could be buried deeper, but not shallower.


    Another piece of obscure knowledge that modern people might know less about: digging a hole is very tiring.


    A team of five young people, each with a shovel, would be exhausted if the goal is two meters deep—and the hole they’ve managed to dig would only be enough to bury one person.


    In other words, if five friends ying games together decide to kill one of them for whatever reason, such as consecutive losses, it’s best to have him help dig the hole first, especially thest thirty centimeters, which are typically very hard and difficult to dig.


    If they kill before digging, they likely will be drained by the time they reach a depth of one and a half to one and six meters deep.


    In the end, the shallow depth could ruin the effort.


    Burying is simpler; using the freshly dug soil to refill is easy whether there are four or five people—or even three or two people—they canplete the necessary amount of work.


    This means that as long as five people dig the hole, burying three people wouldn’t be a problem.


    The real issue ends up being the disposal of the excess dirt.


    In ancient times, people would take the opportunity to shape burial mounds, conveniently marking the final resting ce of their ancestors.


    But if burying a corpse, the excess dirt bes a burden.


    If the local soil is hard, the amount of excess soil can be quiterge, and it would be difficult to disperse it cleanly by simply throwing it away.


    This also exins why Qi Yongbin’s personal courtyard was not a good ce to bury things.


    The dried-up well was simple; push a person or something into it, and if you want to cover it up, just pour in soil.


    Even two meters worth of soil could be managed by one person, provided it was prepared in advance.


    If you’re worried the soil looks too fresh, add water.


    A few buckets of water and it wouldn’t be noticeable.


    Wang Chuanxing didn’t know how deep he should dig, and fearing that he wasn’t digging carefully enough, he asionally had to adjust the position of his shlight.


    At that moment, he slightly regretted not having brought a couple more people down with him.


    Even if it was cramped in the well, they could have helped him to see better.


    Just then, the shovel hit something with a ‘thunk’.


    Wang Chuanxing immediately moved aside a bit and, looking over in the dim light, saw a long-handled dagger.


    “Li, Li!” Wang Chuanxing shouted twice, then turned the shlight back on and took out his cellphone to take a couple of photos first.


    When Li arrived, Wang Chuanxing had him turn on thew enforcement recorder, and then he slowly extracted the long-handled dagger himself.


    Oncepletely removed, the blood groove on the dagger became visible.


    Wang Chuanxing thought to himself, could this be the reason the killer got blood on them?


    Right beside where the dagger was found, the blood-stained clothing was already visible.


    Wang Chuanxing was even more precise when digging around the clothing, and by the time the whole process was done, more than an hour had passed.


    “Pull me up.” Wang Chuanxing packed the items directly into an evidence box and, carrying it on his back, climbed out of the well.


    In the yard, the sun was shining brightly, and there was a gentle breeze.


    The itch on Wang Chuanxing’s body felt as if it had been blown clean away.


    But at this moment, Wang Chuanxing couldn’t care about that.


    He took out his phone as quickly as possible and reported to his superior:


    “I’ve found the blood-stained clothing and the dagger, with the entire process recorded…


    Yes, the clothing hasn’t been washed; we should be able to retrieve something from it.”


    “Correct, it’s in the suspect’s yard.


    Yes, Jiang Yuan’s analysis said that the suspect wouldn’t have had much time to dispose of the murder weapon and blood-stained clothing, so he deduced that the items would be discarded or buried near their own home, highly suspecting it was in the victim’s yard, especially considering the dried-up well as a priority.”


    “This…


    When Director Wan informed me, I didn’t think too much about it because it was Director Wan who called; I just came straight over…”


    By the time Wang Chuanxing finished the call, his forehead was covered in a thinyer of sweat.


    He was too anxious.