The pole was slightly stunned: The meaning of Wu Erniang's words is that Yan'er should be disheveled, and it is not right to dress well. Because Yan'er came to serve Su Yuanwai to warm her feet, according to the transaction content revealed by Wu Erniang, during the process of warming her feet, Su Yuanwai's feet were comfortably stretched out in Yan'er's warm arms, and Yan'er's mind was naturally untied.

Wu Erniang didn't know that after the old knife examined Yan'er's body, the clothes on Yan'er's body were put on by the old knife for her again.

The time of Su Yuanwai and Yan'er's death became the key, if the two of them died before and after warming their feet, Yan'er would definitely be dressed neatly. If he dies in the absurd process of warming his feet, it is difficult to say.

The pole called the old knife, and the two whispered. Lao Dao said that the time of death between Su Yuanwai and Yan'er was almost the same, and it was not around three moments. According to the process of the previous days, it is to soak the feet and enter the foot warming process. There is no doubt that Yan'er's clothes were disheveled before she died.

There are more and more suspicions: Tea master Xiangzi was stupid by the bloody murder scene, and he didn't care about Yan'er's messy clothes. Lei Daopai received the report and rushed to the scene of the killing, and Yan'er was neatly dressed.

The rod is incomprehensible: After the murderer killed Su Yuanwai, he saw Yan'er, who had returned to the west with her life, in disheveled clothes and did not escape, and the husband kindly helped her tidy it up, and then calmly left the scene of the murder, is it possible? Usually after the murderer kills, the most important thing to do is to leave the scene of the murder as soon as possible, who would do more?

Only Yan'er herself is the murderer, and after killing Su Yuanwai, it makes sense to commit suicide, but what about the evidence?

"It's weird...... How...... Possible? Wu Erniang stammered and talked to herself, and her train of thought was interrupted by her.

"Speak well." The pole shouted.

"I, I saw her tears." Wu Erniang looked restless.

The pole was surprised: "Whose tears?" ”

Wu Erniang muttered: "Yan'er's tears." ”

The pole scolded: "Nonsense, people have been dead for so long, how can there be any tears?" ”

"It's tear stains, I saw her tears!" Wu Erniang's eyes were resentful.

The pole stepped to Yan'er's corpse with an arrow step and looked down. Under the dim light, Yan'er's eyes were indeed imprinted with two faint tears. The rod stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the tear stains, which had already dried.

The pole cried out in his heart, ashamed. When the case came to this point, the pole's brain was a mess. He asked Wu Erniang to take her father back to the Furong Soup House first. Instructed Lei Yi and Lei Er to assist Lao Dao and transport the bodies of Su Yuanwai and Yan'er to the morgue of the patrol compound.

The old knife wanted to speak and stopped, and in addition to his old knife, there was also a "short knife" with the head of the electric road brand. The "short knife" wears this kind of short knife with a bamboo handle around his waist. The "short knife" behaves strangely and haunts. In addition to the electric road brand catching fast, he and the chief catcher Cang'er, the wind road brand Du Sanye, the Yundao brand flat dan, and the thunder road brand rod never looked at each other. Du Sanye, Biandan, and Pole naturally don't know the "short knife", and the old knife also saw the "short knife" on the day when Cang'er and Haishang led the "short knife" to the patrol compound, and then only heard its name, but did not see its person.

After Lei Daopai quickly cleaned up the scene, Mingjin withdrew his troops.

I don't know when it rained on the street, the pole walked out of the teahouse, and a drop of rain from the eaves just hit the back of his neck, he felt a slight coldness, and couldn't stop rubbing it with his hand. Pointing to the ripples of water, silent and colorless, just like the tears that a woman silently flowed down, an indescribable resentment.

The pole was stunned: Could it be that this is Yan'er's tears, what does it want to tell me?

"Report!" A word woke up the person in the dream, and a plainclothes catcher came to meet him, and the pole recognized it as Du Sanye's subordinate Feng Wu. Du Sanye is in charge of the wind road brand to catch fast, hidden in the city, specializing in collecting intelligence and transmitting information.

When Feng Wuyi saw the pole, he couldn't catch his breath and said: "The pole is the head, and the Shen Shanren who sells wine has been killed...... The head catcher of Cang'er personally led the team to the scene of the killing. Ling Zuo Lao Dao hurried to the dead end in the west of the city. ”

※ When the Jingshi patrol was anxious about the murder case of the Golden Bud Teahouse, another tragedy occurred in the dead end on the west side of the street.

The deceased was an elderly man, who, according to witnesses at the scene, appeared to be in a state of flux and walked into a dead end with a dirty young prodigal son. After about a meal, he saw the old man and the young man sink into the sea, and there was no news. I thought that there was something strange about the dead end, and the two of them still didn't come out after so long. Out of curiosity, the witnesses ran in to take a look, and found that the elder had a short knife with a bamboo handle stuck in his chest, and he had already died of anger.

After receiving the report from the eyewitness, the chief catcher Cang'er led the remaining five arresters of Lei Daopai to quickly rush to the murder. Lei 1 and Lei 2 quickly followed the head of the brand to investigate the murder case of the Golden Tea House, and have not returned so far.

Cul-de-sac murder scene.

A few catchers quickly lit torches, and the visibility in the alley was greatly improved.

At first glance, Cang'er's heart was raised to his throat, and he recognized the victim as a mountain man who sold wine. This person once collided with Haishang in the wine pool, and the collision was not light, and the strange thing was that the jar full of unsealed wine in this person's arms did not overflow at all. Cang'er listed him and Guo Da Tailor, the peep at the Golden Bud Tea House, and a gambler in the Immortal Casino as the focus of attention.

The scene was shocking, and the deceased had a murder weapon in his chest: a short knife with a bamboo handle. Cang Er was dumbfounded, this bamboo-handled short knife was the same as the saber of the electric road brand "short knife". The bamboo-handled short knife is called the ugliest knife in the world by Haisheng.

Fat as a bucket, as tall as a bamboo pole and as short as a knife. Among the four major brands of wind and clouds, thunder and lightning, the "short knife" and his electric road brand catch seem to belong to Jingzhao Mansion, but they are actually a secret army of Dali Temple's secret agent Jiang Tao, Jiang Tao and Cang'er reached a verbal agreement in the flower boat: Cang'er has no right to interfere with the action of the electric road brand to catch fast, and keep secrets.

As the chief catcher, Cang'er and the "short knife" are in a state of old age and death in the patrol room. Cang'er has a thousand reasons in his heart not to believe that the murder weapon is a saber of "short knife".

Witnesses were brought to Cang'er.

This is a hawker who sells melons and fruits at the corner of the street for many years, lives in the countryside, sometimes closes the stall late, is reluctant to stay in the guest house, and spends the night under the eaves of any house. Today's business was good, but the stall closed late, so he was too lazy to go home, so he found a secluded place and laid a straw mat to rest. After sleeping for a while, I felt a slight chill on my body, so I prepared to go to the street to buy a bowl of noodles to warm up. Abu, the stall owner at the corner of the street, is a cute girl, although she is young, the hand-made noodles are quite authentic, and with the crisp pickled radish, it tastes unique. It's nice for poor people like them to be able to eat noodles like this. Just as he got up, two men walked to the opposite corner, one after the other. Through the faint night light, he saw that these two people were preoccupied, and the elder who walked in front of him recognized that it was Shen Shanren who wanted to sell wine into the wine pool but repeatedly ran into it. The two of them bent into the dead end next to them in the blink of an eye, and he noticed that the prodigal son, who was walking last, was holding a bamboo-handled short knife in his right hand, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart. Sure enough, after the two of them walked into a dead end, they never came out. He was so strange that he tiptoed into a dead end. In the darkness, it was found that the blood on the ground was flowing like a river, and the corpses of Hu Dashan were in a pool of blood, and the prodigal son had long since disappeared. He screamed and ran back and forth with all his might, only hating his father and mother for missing two legs.

After the peddler finished what he had seen and heard, he was shocked, and his face was still blue and white. Cang'er's eyes were like torches, and he stared at him and said, "Are you sure that the prodigal son who walked behind has never walked out of the alley?" ”

The peddler kept nodding: "At that time, the small one was also very strange. But the little one vouched for his own life, and the young prodigal son really didn't come out. ”

The hawker swears, and the ears look at the face, and know that it is the truth.

Isn't the dirty young prodigal son exactly the "short knife"? The ears were suddenly disoriented.

The old knife arrived and began the second round of autopsy.

The old knife was stunned: the murder weapon was a bamboo-handled short knife. He stole a glance at Cang'er, who was staring at the bamboo knife. Knowing that the chief catcher had become suspicious of the murder weapon, he didn't say anything more and did his own job.

Peeling off the shirt of the deceased, there is a dense hole in the chest, this is not murder, it is the devil who is committing murder.

"One, two, three...... Eighteen knives, nineteen knives, twenty knives. The old knife finally counted the knife wounds on the deceased's body, and he was sweating profusely, as if he had exhausted all his life's strength.

"Twenty dollars again." This number is too terrifying, and the old knife has no strength to speak.

Looking at the flesh-and-blood corpse of Shen Shanren, Cang'er is also the owner of the six gods, where has he seen such a tragedy.

As the chief catcher of ancient times, he can't be panicked and chaotic at the moment. Cang'er tried his best to control his emotions and clean up his messy thoughts.

"Knife head, there are also twenty knives over there in the teahouse?" Cang'er asked.

"No more, no less, just twenty dollars!" The old knife gasped and replied.

A full twenty knives, gathering the curses of heaven and earth, and gathering the evil of the devil. Each knife is filled with the wrath of the Thunder Court, and every knife goes deep into the bone marrow.

Cang's scalp was numb for a while, isn't today a good day to kill people?

"Brimstone." After the old knife said these two words, his face changed.

Shen Shanren was stabbed twenty times, and Su Yuan was stabbed twenty times. The number of knives is the same, the parts are the same, the murder weapon is the same, the murder method is the same, and the two tragedies were committed by the same person.

There was sulfur hidden in the depths of Su Yuan's external wound, but fortunately, it was treated in time that the human body was rescued. In the same way, there is also sulfur buried under the body of the Shenshan people.

The old knife immediately bent down, held his breath, and carefully examined the wound on Shen Shanren's skin.

The wound emitted a putrid stench, mixed with the smell of sulfur, and a trace of blood bubbled up from the depths of the flesh, and it was obvious that the wound of the Shen Shanren was beginning to fester.

Although the old knife felt disgusting at a glance, he experienced the same scene as the Golden Bud Teahouse, and the fear in his heart was fleeting. Cang'er was different, and he had to turn around and cling to the wall.

The old knife concisely reported to Cang'er the autopsy of the teahouse, and then buried his head in treating the wound.

Cang'er's thoughts fluctuated: The murderer was so anxious that he wanted to destroy the skin of Shen Shanren and Su Yuanwai inhumanely, and it goes without saying that there are ulterior secrets on the corpses.

Cang'er asked for a torch, and under the reflection of the firelight, the criss-crossed, fine and dense patterns crawled in the middle of the Shen Shanren's terrifying wounds.

"Tattoos!" Cang'er blurted out.

It's another bloody remnant.