Xie Yuanwai spent the night in his house last night.

Time rewinds back to this morning, when the person who got up early to collect the dung found that the door of the Xie family's outer house was empty, the elder worker Lao Li died in the gatehouse, and there were more dead people in the front yard, he immediately reported to the official.

When Cao Zhutou of the Yamen walked into the courtyard with a cadre of errands and servants, he found that the second courtyard was entered, and the corpses could be seen every other way.

The corpses were divided into two types: one was dressed in black and masked, and the other was a dart board guard in a plain shirt, with three bodies on each side.

From the scene, it is clear what happened last night: the black-clad killers broke into the house and fought fiercely with the nursing home along the way. After paying the price of three lives, the killer finally succeeded in getting the bodyguard, and then found Xie Yuanwai in the inner house and killed him in the house.

Following the bloodstains, bs and corpses along the way, Cao Zhutou of the county government came to the inner house, and saw Xie Yuanwai lying on the ground at a glance.

Xie Yuanwai was beaten to death by someone who bleed too much on his back. His body was at the threshold, his head was facing the door, and there were pools of blood and crawling marks under his body.

In addition to the maid in the side room, there is also a dead person in the house who is the concubine Hengxiang. The young and beautiful woman died on the bed. Her body was strewn not only with blood, but also with messy jewelry and gold and silver bills.

The scene is simple and clear: after the killer broke in, the soldiers divided into two ways, one went to kill the maid, and the other first killed Hengxiang with a knife, and then the killer bsned the heart of Master Xie, who had already climbed out of bed. While Master Xie struggled to crawl out the door, the killer also searched the jewelry box at the head of the bed and took some of the belongings inside.

However, none of the above reasoning is important, because the most important evidence is at Xie Yuanwai's hand: on the smooth blue brick floor, the bloody words "Murderer Deng Hu" have brought the murderer to light.

At this moment, the person in charge of taking care of the corpses outside also reported another piece of news: the masked dead people were Deng Hu's subordinates. In fact, they were acquaintances with the officers, so they were recognized as soon as they took off the black cloth.

At this time, the truth of the case seems to be revealed.

The only thing that made Cao Zhutou a little puzzled was that when he visited the surrounding neighbors, he found that no one heard the shouting last night. But this doesn't strictly mean anything, maybe the battle ended quickly? There are many cases that go silent, and if something happens in the middle of the night, you can't ask your sleeping neighbor to hear anything.

When Cao Zhutou was visiting the neighboring house, Bian Jing, the county magistrate, had already placed all the corpses in the front yard and began to strip and examine them one by one.

Bian Jing is not very old, white and clean, and he looks only in his twenties. Bian Jing, who was born in a family of servants, has followed his father out of the scene since he was a child, so he can handle this scene easily today.

It didn't take long for Bian Jing, who was covering his mouth and nose with a white veil, to find out that in addition to the knife wounds on the three dead dart masters, there were also inconspicuous small wounds on the eyebrows and hearts. After picking up an iron needle, the next moment, Bian Jing quickly took out lead from his wound.

After seeing these leads, with Bian Jing's experience, he immediately judged the truth: these leads were the murder weapons that really killed the bodyguards. Then a dynamic scene came to his mind: the killer with the three-eyed gun first punched the lead into the dart master's body, then took out the knife and stabbed the deceased several times.

After the picture progressed to this point, it suddenly froze, and then it rewinded: "No! The three-eyed gun is not so accurate, and besides, even if it is, why do you need to do more? ”

Bian Jing is a public man, although he has no equipment for the three-eyed gun and the bird gun, he has always played with them. So he knew very well in his heart: Mo said that it was late at night, even if it was daytime, the three-eyed gun would never be so accurate, and every shot was in the center of the eyebrows and left chest.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the environment in the front yard. The observation confirmed his idea: in ancient times, in order to prevent fire, fire candles were extinguished at night. In Bian Jing's sight, there was obviously no trace of a lantern in the front yard, which showed that everything that happened last night was done suddenly in the dark.

Next, Bian Jing couldn't figure it out: even if the master killed the opponent in an instant with the three-eyed gun, why did he have to make up the knife? With such a ruthless and precise killer, isn't it superfluous to make up for the knife?

Thinking of this, he lowered his head again to check the knife marks on the bodyguard's bodyguard. The facts were guessed correctly by him again: a few knife marks were obviously cut indiscriminately, and they didn't match the steady and accurate ruthlessness of nn at all.

As far as Bian Jing's personal experience is concerned, whenever he encounters such a situation, it proves that there is a hidden story behind the case, or that there are some details that he did not discover.

"Isn't it a scene?" Standing quietly in front of the corpses arranged in a row, Bian Jing closed his eyes. The clip of the killer holding the three-eyed gun killing people in the dark reproduced in his mind over and over again, but there was always something wrong, so his film stuck halfway through: "Could it be that you want to cover up something?" ”

Suddenly, Bian Jing opened his eyes. Suddenly, a little thought made him feel that he had grasped something, but his thoughts were like a layer of paper, and he didn't know what to do.

Quickly bent down, Bian Jing touched the gun eye of the corpse with his fingers, and then slowly walked around the position where he first found a few bodyguards.

"It's hiding here." As Bian Jing walked, he found out where the bodyguards were on duty at night, and then he stretched out his arms, imitating the killer's movements.

"There is no reason to make up for the knife!" When he found a patch of brown blood in the flowers, his heart beat uncontrollably.

This moon flower bush is in the middle of the courtyard, and the area is not large, just enough for one person to hide in. The bloodstain in the center of the flower bush indicates that one of the bodyguards was shot here.

However, the reality is: the bodyguard died outside the flowers, and there was a killer corpse lying next to him, covered with knife wounds, and it looked like the battle was fierce.

"Why do you drag people out of the bushes to mend knives? What do you want to cover up? "Bian Jing is very sure at this moment, the bodyguard was shot in the center of the eyebrows first, and then dragged out of the flowers to fake. So he walked into the middle of the flowers, facing the courtyard door, slowly squatted down, and closed his eyes again.

The silent film in my mind began to play again: in the dark night, a group of black shadows walked in from the direction of the courtyard gate, and under the starlight, the first person raised his hand and shot from more than ten meters away, and the only exposed eyebrow part of the bodyguard in the flowers raised a stream of blood, and fell down in response.

The ghostly shadows then dragged the bodyguard out of the bushes, and then they drew their knives and slashed at the bodyguards and one of the shadows who came with them, then threw down the corpses and walked away

"No, no, no! is a one-shot killing, why do you want to kill your own people for a show? ”

Bian Jing's film can't be put down again when it arrives: the logic doesn't make sense. However, the next moment he jumped up from the flowers: "The killer is someone else!" The one who fought was planted! ”

Bian Jing suddenly opened his mouth at this moment. He didn't have to close his eyes to see a scene flying by in front of him now: after the man in black shot the bodyguard, he quickly brought in five gagged, bound hands, and still struggling pedestrians from outside the door.

In order to cover up the strange marksmanship, and to create the illusion that the two sides were fighting each other to death, the killer hacked all the fighters to death and threw them together with the bodyguards.

These people are veterans, and in order to prevent the wounds of the deceased from being seen as flawed, they do not hesitate to spend effort to bring the "living luck" of the fight to the scene and kill them while the blood is hot.

Bian Jing, who guessed the truth, was sweating profusely at this moment, and at the same time, a huge sense of fear also enveloped him, even during the day, Bian Jing felt creepy.

Then he hurried to the corpse: it was all speculation, and he needed proof.

However, when Bian Jing took a look at the few black clothes he was wearing, he was dumbfounded and saw that there were no traces of binding on the wrists and ankles of these people.

"Did I guess wrong?" Bian Jing fell into a myth again at this moment: the five year-old ruffians who were fighting were all strong men, if they didn't tie their hands and feet, how did those killers quietly escort this generation here in the dark night, and then ambush them to death?

"It's about nn." Thinking of this, Bian Jing couldn't help but sigh: Even if there is NN, he can't monitor it. So up to now, even if he is extremely confident in his own judgment, Bian Jing, who can't come up with strong evidence, can't report the truth to the head catcher.

Bian Jing was born in a family, and he knew too well how mediocre and dark the yamen was today. This kind of "story" that lacks evidence, once he tells it to the head catcher, it will be annoying: to check the head or not to check it?

Since there is such a powerful killer behind this, the water must be very deep. If he catches the head and checks it, kicks it to the iron plate, and turns around to do what he doesn't check if he catches the head, maybe someone has already collected the money of the mysterious killer, and he shakes it open, which is the way to die

Therefore, Bian Jing, who is well versed in the joints, can only secretly suppress the doubts in his heart before there is hard evidence, and report the case according to the normal number of ways.

In other words, the case he finally reported to Cao Zhutou was the superficial situation that everyone could see: it was the beaters who rushed in and killed people.

Ten lives died in the city in one go, and the key is to die Xie Yuan, so isn't it the case that the head catcher can call the shots, and the county magistrate got the specific news as soon as possible.

In this era, there are no secrecy regulations, not to mention the county government, even the imperial city is like a sieve. So as the news spreads, all the people who should know and don't know know know.

The Xie family made a fuss as soon as possible. Although he is not a gentleman, the Xie family also belongs to the kind of rich people who are rich and powerful, and now Xie Yuanwai has been slaughtered by thieves, and his uncles and brothers and several adult sons who are shopkeepers in the semicolon are naturally unforgiving, and they want to ask the government for an explanation. 14