By the time Su Wei and Sun Qi arrived at Lao Dao's room, many people had already gathered at the door, and they should have been summoned by the marshal. Su Wei stretched out his hand to break through the crowd and walked quickly towards the door, and sure enough, the reason why these people did not go in and stopped at the door was because the way into the house was blocked by the corpse of Lao Dao.

As soon as he stepped forward, he could see a corpse lying on his back, the blood on the floor on the side had dried up, and it was obvious that he had been dead for a long time. Lao Dao's wrinkled face had stiffened, his eyes were wide and he was staring straight ahead, his cloudy eyes were full of surprise and disbelief, the skin around him was already a little gray, and on his right abdomen was a narrow scar about the length of a fingernail, and the large amount of blood that had spilled on the floor was caused by the wound that had been spilled on the floor.

There was also a cut in the throat of Lao Dao's jaw, and a large amount of blood gushed out from his neck, staining his entire neck with blood red. And because this knife simply cut through Lao Dao's throat, the muscles of Lao Dao's jaw have been completely cut, and the whole chin is weakly drooping, which is quite terrifying.

The young man glanced back at the crowd around him, his gaze moving slightly.

It was not difficult to find the murderer, and the moment he saw the body, he probably already knew who had done it. It's just that what makes Su Wei curious is why that person killed Lao Dao? After all, from the previous experience, it seems that the two people did not show much connection.

Moreover, Su Wei took a deep breath and glanced at the fallen corpse again, feeling that something was missing. Thinking so, Su Wei stood up and turned his head to look at Da Shuai, "Da Shuai, did you have anything else when you found this corpse?"

The big marshal raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect the youth to ask like this, and said with some surprise: "Why do you all ask that?" said with a wave of his big hand, he pointed to Yiqing, who was standing not far away, "Yiqing Daoist also asked, and now the thing is there for him." ”

Su Wei nodded, and immediately walked up, and as soon as he brought his head closer, he smelled an extremely fishy and sweet smell, and when he looked closely, he saw a soft and broken strip of bright red with green tendons on it—a tongue.

There was also a note on one side of the tray that read:

Those who tell the truth will be punished by pulling out their tongues!

That line of words revealed a strange dark red, and Su Wei picked it up and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, it turned out to be written in blood.

Yiqing took the tray back and handed it to the servant on the side, and the servant immediately took it with an expression that was worse than death, and he didn't even dare to look at it. This tongue is so long, it looks like it has been ripped out of the throat entirely. If nothing else, the opening at Lao Dao's throat should have been deliberately cut so that people could put their fingers in it and tear off Lao Dao's tongue completely.

"You don't find a problem. ”

Sun Qi whispered, seeing Su Wei's puzzled expression, he bent down and whispered a few words in the young man's ear.

I see!

Su Wei glanced at Sun Qi gratefully, thinking that he was almost about to miss it. But then came an indescribable pressure, because he understood that this meant that there was definitely more than one enemy lurking in this Dashuai Beppu.

First of all, let's look at the wound on the deceased's right abdomen, the wound is very deep, and judging from the amount of bleeding, it should be a fatal injury. Then the question arises, why does Lao Dao have two wounds on his body.

The wound in Lao Dao's throat was treated cleanly and neatly, and it was obviously done in one go. When a sharp blade cuts into a person's throat, it will cause a person to be speechless due to the large amount of air pouring into the throat, and because it cuts the upper neck artery, it is enough to kill a person in just a moment.

If the murderer can have such a level, then why did he stab Lao Dao in the abdomen before this? You must know that even if the wound in the abdomen is fatal, the speed of death is much slower than that of the neck, and there may be resistance and calls for help from the other party on the way. In other words, if you choose to assassinate by surprise, it is definitely safer to attack the area above the neck than the abdomen.

Judging from the corpse lying on Lao Dao's back, it is not difficult for Su Wei to deduce that the murderer should have knocked on Lao Dao's door in the middle of the night, and then suddenly launched a surprise attack when he was unprepared, so the corpse would fall on his back not far from the door.

In this case, it is very important to be fast, accurate, and ruthless when assassinating, so why should the murderer go far and seek the near and far, first stab the opponent in the abdomen, and then cut the throat?

But if the murderer first cut his throat and then stabbed his abdomen, it would be even more unreasonable. After cutting the neck, the person will die quickly, which means that the murderer will make up the knife after the death of the other party, but what is the point of making up the knife only once?

So Su Wei could preliminarily deduce that Lao Dao must have died from a wound in the abdomen, and as for the incision in the neck, it must have been made by another person.

After all, the method of pulling out the tongue is too punitive, and with the content written on the note, it is not difficult to deduce that the later person may be more likely to want to sue someone else for something he has done than for revenge.

But it's a pity that now that Lao Dao is dead, there is no way to know what Lao Dao has done. What happened back then is still a fog.

Su Wei felt that his whole person was in a puzzle, in a web intertwined with the tragedy that happened in the Li Mansion twenty years ago as the vertical line and the tragedy that happened in the Marshal's Mansion twenty years later as the horizontal line. If the whole thing is surging and still water is deep, then Su Wei can be said to be at the center of all the whirlpools of strife at this moment.

After all, whether it was Zhao Mingyi or the Li family, everyone else around this mystery wanted him dead. If he can't figure out what happened before he does, how can he turn defeat into victory?

At this moment, Su Wei's mind suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

Perhaps, it was time for me to meet the murderer and ask him why he did this.

At the end of the corridor, the boy stared at Yiqiē silently, and couldn't help but shake his head gently.

The daylight was faint, and after the previous stubble, everyone was deeply tired and went back to their rooms to rest. Although in the end, it was not clear who killed Lao Dao, but the thought that that person was still in this mansion made people feel a little panicked. At this moment, a burly and tall man squeaked and cautiously pushed open the door, and walked in lightly, as if he was afraid of making a slight noise.

When he silently closed the door, a sneer burst out of the darkness of the dim room, followed by a man's cold voice: "Where have you been so early?"

The man was shocked, his expression was a little shocked, obviously he didn't expect that someone was in his room. But soon he calmed down, reached out and stroked his chest, and after a sigh of relief, he said, "This has nothing to do with you. ”

As if he had heard something funny, the man sneered twice, swooped up from his seat, and said quietly: "It has nothing to do with me? Okay, then let me ask you, why did you kill the old Taoist!"

At the first glance of the old Taoist's corpse, he had already guessed that the murderer was the companion who came with him! The reason was very simple, because his companion was a left-hander! The scar was on the right abdomen, and it was produced at the moment when the old Taoist opened the door, so this shows that the murderer was holding a knife in his left hand at that time. So he didn't go back to his room, but waited here for his companion to return. Sure enough, the companion came in a hurry and was late, most likely to hide the murder weapon.

Thinking of this, he was angry, the thin man pursed his lips tightly, a pair of small eyes were full of anger and questions, his eyes were like sharp knives, cutting back and forth on the man's heart, so that the man couldn't help but be speechless, and after hesitating again and again, he was silent: "I don't know...... This is what the man asked me to do, you know, I have no choice but to listen to him to protect myself. He's dead, but he's back, he's back for revenge, looking for revenge on us! I really can't refuse him, it's been twenty years, and the nightmare has finally come!"

At first, the man remained calm, but the more he spoke, the louder he became, his breathing became heavier, and the whole person seemed to fall into a kind of horror.

In fact, when he saw that note, he suddenly felt a sense of relief. After all, for the past twenty years, that tragedy has played out in his mind every day and night, and he can't forget the bloody scene, the terrible scream, and the grief-stricken cry......

"That person?"

The thin man's eyes flashed, he took a heavy breath, and immediately reacted, and asked with a great change in his expression: "Could it be that the old Taoist priest was also involved in that incident?" ”

He quickly searched his mind for relevant memories, but found nothing.

Then why was it that the first object of revenge was not them, but the old Taoist priest who seemed to have nothing to do with the Li Mansion?

While thinking, he turned his head to look at the pale man on the side, his eyes rolled, as if he thought of something, pulled the corners of his lips, and said, "Okay, you're tired too, hurry up and rest." Otherwise, when they wake up, they will be suspicious when they see you. I'll tell them you're sick, so get some sleep. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the man's shoulder, and walked to the side of the bed with the man who looked dazed, revealing a meaningful smile:

"When I wake up, the nightmare is over. ”

He said quietly, taking a deep breath.

The daylight gradually brightened, and most of the people in Beppu, the great marshal in the early morning, were still asleep. However, a terrible scream echoed in the mansion without warning, empty and lingering, and woke everyone from their dreams, and with sleepy eyes, he walked to the window, opened it, and looked up at the source of the sound outside the window.

I saw that in the courtyard where no one was around, a burly figure was moving rapidly. The man's mouth was wide open, and from time to time he looked back behind him, but with each turn of his face, the horror on his face deepened, and he ran forward frantically.

"No, don't-"

He wailed and suddenly stepped on a sharp stone under his feet, and fell to the ground with a thud, raising a puff of dust.

Near, near, here they are!

The burly man sat down on the ground, almost crawling forward, and shouted, "Don't come here!" he shouted, but his whole body had been cornered, and there was no way to retreat.

His eyes glistened with despair and fear, and suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the stone that had tripped him up: a very sharp stone, with many uneven edges and corners, which looked very piercing.

Yes, yes, as long as you can't see it, there's nothing to be afraid of!

A crazy thought arose in his mind, and an almost eerie smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then, in full view of everyone, he crawled to the stone without hesitation and lifted it high.

"Stop!"

The first moment Su Wei heard the screams, he didn't even have time to put on his coat and rushed out, but it was still too late, the man's hand fell suddenly, and the rough, hard gray-white stone stabbed straight into his eyeballs that revealed a crazy twisted gaze!

Once, again, again.

Like a doll that doesn't know pain, and like a machine that repeats movements, the man stabbed the stone into the depths of his eyeballs with all his might, and at the moment when the blood splattered and scattered, the white liquid also flowed out, the two were mixed together, viscous and disgusting, the man's eyes quickly sunken down, and there was a blur of flesh everywhere, and from time to time there were fine pieces of flesh flying out, but the man didn't seem to feel it, and maintained a fanatical smile from beginning to end.

Finally, he stabbed the stone in his face again, and this time he didn't continue, for the sharp stone had penetrated his eyes and into his brain.

He actually beat himself to death!

Su Wei gasped and quickly rushed over, kneeling beside the man's corpse. The man was still on his knees, and the stone had been stabbed through one of his eyes, and the skin around his eyes was rotten, and in some places even the blood-red and soft tender flesh was gone, revealing the scarred white bones underneath.

"Huh?"

The corner of Su Wei's eyes suddenly glimpsed into the man's slightly open mouth, his eyes were sharp, and he quickly reached out two fingers and put them into the man's mouth, and after groping for a while, he quickly took out a small note from the man's mouth.

The young man took a deep breath, slowly opened the note with a complicated feeling, and saw that it was written in blood-red letters:

"Those who do not save themselves when they see death should be punished by gouging out their eyes!"

This is a terrifying opponent, Suvi thought to himself.

In front of everyone's eyes, killing people is invisible.

He really did, and this time, he didn't even do it himself.

It's just that Su Wei frowned slightly, raised his head and looked at the deep mansion in front of him, and his heart was a little difficult to calm down.

Things are far from over.

I don't know, who will be his next target?

Man, Yiqing, Sun Qi?

Or is it that?

Myself?