Chapter Seventy-Two: Fireworks in the World
"Who the cares what your name is today......"
In the distance, my sister fell into the silence before she went crazy, she lowered her head slightly, and the shadow of the bangs on her forehead covered her eyes.
The twin sister next to her calmly plugged her ears at this time.
"Don't delay any longer——!"
The roar startled the birds in the jungle, and the dead leaves that were barely hanging on the trees nearby were shaken off by the lion's roar.
"Give me - hurry——!"
……
At dusk, a scavenging eagle hovers over the deep forest, hissing bitterly.
Ji Ran and Feng Yishu took their respective subordinates at the same time to this land full of corpses.
Although they had made preparations on the way here, when they really saw this tragic scene, the hearts of the two people suddenly tightened.
There were a total of 216 corpses, all of which were convoys of people hired by Mustard Seed Garden, the largest bookseller in Jinling.
Among the dead, the elderly were gray-haired, and the younger ones were no more than four or five feet long, and the longevity locks around their necks were not removed—this custom was found in many places in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and silver longevity locks were worn on children shortly after they were born, hoping to ward off evil spirits for the children, prevent disasters and prevent disasters, and only after they passed their twelfth birthday safely could they take off the silver locks.
Ji Ran leaned over and stuffed the longevity lock that had fallen outside the little boy's body back into his underwear.
The dead boy looked up at the sky, his eyes were like those of a dead fish, and the terrified expression before death still stayed on his face.
Ji Ran stretched out his hand and closed his eyes for him, his heart was full of grief and indignation.
There were a few newcomers on the side of the Ping Demon Department who followed the chief to the field for the first time, and they shed tears while carrying out the order.
The vision is like a hell on earth, so how can people not hurt it!
"There were two hundred and sixteen dead, and it is not known if they were all the number of the caravans...... The location and marks of the fatal wounds are strikingly consistent, each of them has been cut by a sharp object, and there are signs of poisoning on their bodies, the perpetrators should have somehow completely deprived them of the ability to resist, and then attacked in turn, taking people's lives.
"This batch of goods is the original engraving of a new batch of new books in the mustard seed garden, it looks like it should be sent to Luoyang's sub-shop to make books, we have checked, the engravings in the car are all intact, the sealed fire paint has not been opened, and the property brought by the deceased has basically no signs of being looted, it does not look like an ordinary mountain bandit."
"Brute......" Feng Yishu scolded in a low voice.
"Lord Feng," Ji Ran suddenly called out to him, "You come here to have a look." ”
Feng Yishu frowned and approached, "What's wrong?" ”
Ji Ran held a chopped hat in his hand and handed it to Feng Yishu without saying a word.
Feng Yishu was about to stretch out his hand, but he was suddenly stunned the moment he touched the hat, and he only felt that the blood on his body was boiling from head to toe-
There is a demonic spirit.
It's light, but it's ...... There is a demonic aura on this hat.
"Although it seems to be a case from the Ping Demon Bureau, if you need help, you can just ask." Ji Ran said softly.
"Hmm." Feng Yishu solemnly took the hat from Ji Ran's hand, he still had a tense face, and the moment he turned around, he dropped a sentence, "I'll inform you of any progress." ”
Ji Ran turned around and shouted an order to his team, "Close!" ”
……
On the way back, Ji Ran and his party didn't say a word the whole time, most of them were still immersed in the tragic scene of Fang Cai, but Ji Ran was thinking about another thing.
Judging from the traces at the scene, the incision of the hat matched the blade of the dagger in the hand of a deceased nearby, and it was very likely that it was accidentally knocked down by the deceased's last resistance and fell to the ground.
But the murderer didn't take the hat with him - why?
What is even more surprising is that there is no demonic energy on the wounds of more than 200 corpses, only a few wisps of the left hat are stained.
Is this the murderer in doubt...... Is it a good idea to make people associate this case with monsters?
Thirdly, all the dead died from fatal wounds left by sharp weapons, and there were no traces of curses or aura at the scene, which shows that the murderer took the trouble to kill everyone in the most primitive way.
But doesn't he feel troublesome?
Since he used some means to make everyone incapacitated, why didn't he directly attack them with more lethal poisons?
The money and engravings at the scene were not moved, and the way of committing the crime was indiscriminate slaughter, and the love killing and seeking money could basically be ruled out;
If it's an ordinary person's vendetta...... What kind of hatred is that would make people so brutally kill everyone, from the old man to the child?
Or...... This murderer, is he enjoying the killing?
Several possibilities were entangled in Ji Ran's mind.
Today, he did not compete with Feng Yishu for this case on the spot, on the one hand, because under that situation at that time, he really didn't have the slightest mood to fight for merit and life; Second, his intuition in handling cases in the past few years told him that this case was probably not an isolated case.
In this panicked autumn day, it is likely to only mean that a certain prologue has been opened, and in the end, sooner or later, all parties must cooperate together to push things forward, just like the case of the Linghe River on Daizong Mountain.
"Boss." Qingshi suddenly shouted Ji Ran.
Ji Ran turned around, "What's wrong?" ”
Qingshi's face was pale, and his eyes were slightly red, "Are we going back to the official office now?" ”
"Yes."
"Is there anything else after that?"
Ji Ran shook his head.
Qingshi's throat moved slightly, "I want to ...... Go back and rest. ”
Ji Ran frowned, pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice, "...... Go ahead. ”
Sunny rode away from the group, and almost as soon as she turned around, she raised her hand to wipe the tears that overflowed her eyes.
Li Sen grabbed the reins, "Boss, I'll go first, okay...... I'm going to see her. ”
"Hmm." Ji Ran nodded, "It's hard work." ”
After Qingshi and Li Sen left, Ji Ran looked back at the few people behind him, "Let's disperse here, you all go back and have a good rest, don't be late tomorrow morning." ”
The faces of the subordinates were a little tired, but they still replied loudly, "Yes!" ”
Ji Ran stood in place, watching the backs of his subordinates leaving.
He dismounted and walked step by step on the way to Dali Temple.
There was no more urgent business to be resolved tonight, but he still wanted to go back to the official office to have a look.
At least in the official office, he still has a bunch of paperwork to sort out, and when he returns to that empty courtyard, what will he do alone?
As night fell, the lanterns on the streets of Luoyang gradually lit up.
Everything is bustling in the night market, with the smoke and fire of the wonton shops and the white air coming out of people talking and laughing slowly rising and dissipating in the night sky.
On weekdays, he only thinks that these people are noisy, and he can't understand why there are so many idlers in the world, singing and dancing every day and night, and they are not tired?
However, at this moment, he suddenly became nostalgic for everything in front of him.
This ordinary night alley, the lights of the world, seem to have become the most precious wonder in the world.
Ji Ran walked in a daze, and was suddenly bumped on the shoulder by a few girls who came out to visit the night market together, and the other party said a few words "I'm sorry" with apologies, he patted his clothes and dropped a sentence of "It's okay".
Ji Ran led the horse and walked through the lively street market alone.
As he walked, he suddenly remembered a person—
…… I don't know what Miss Seven is doing tonight?