Five-three-one, town guard

Shi Bingyan turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw several officers wearing general's uniforms walking in from outside, and two other middle-aged men in civilian clothes, but walking with a rather imposing attitude.

Seeing the person coming, the chill on Shi Bingyan's original face melted away, and was replaced by a somewhat flattering smile.

"General Han, City Lord He, why are you here too?"

He was also a little surprised in his heart, it stands to reason that although this case involves the transcendent realm, it will not alarm a big man like Admiral Han to come forward in person. Han Shixiang is the envoy of Qingtang Town, responsible for the defense of the southwest of the Western Qin Mansion and the junction of the Barbarian Domain, and his headquarters is in Qingtang City, and he rarely cares about local affairs.

"Envoy Han Zhen happened to be inspecting Wushan Guancheng, and he heard that this case involved demon cultivation, so he came over to take a look." He Mingfeng, the city lord of Xiahe Prefecture, explained to Shi Bingyan.

"Director Xu, you can confirm again." Han Shixiang nodded at Shi Bingyan, ignored the other party's action of wanting to shake hands, and said to a major general beside him.

"Yes." The young general, who looked to be only in his thirties, agreed, and then walked over to the corpses that had just been carried out, leaned down and examined them carefully.

"What's going on?" Han Shixiang raised his chin and gestured towards the dazzling blood words on the wall of the shadow wall.

"That's right, the murderer's name is Hu Wenxue, and he turns out to be the son of a pioneer farmer in Huaiqiangbao. It's just that eight years ago, because his father Hu Fengnian was discovered for stealing several precious medicinal materials from the Bai family, Bai Chengyin of the Bai family accidentally beat Hu Fengnian to death when he arrested the other party. For this reason, Bai Chengyin was sentenced to five years in prison for manslaughter. Shi Bingyan hurriedly explained to Han Shixiang, "This Hu Wenxue disappeared after Hu Fengnian's death, who knew that he would take refuge in the Demon Sect ......."

"Humph!" After hearing this, Han Shixiang snorted noncommittally: "Over the years, business travelers have been defrauded and robbed in Xiahe Prefecture from time to time, and there have been many complaints received above. Xiahe Prefecture's economy has not been able to develop, which is also related to the poor public security environment and the reluctance of foreign merchants to invest and operate here. There are some things that the above is not not known. ”

This case is obviously a bit boring, but Xiahe Prefecture is under the jurisdiction of Qinzhou Prefecture, and he can't interfere in some local matters, so he can only beat He Mingfeng with words.

He Mingfeng's face turned red after hearing this, and he said in his mouth: "Xiahe Prefecture borders the Wild Domain, is located in a remote area, and there are many sect members, so it is indeed difficult to manage. ”

"Only when the society is stable, the economy can develop, the people's lives will be better, and the number of public security cases will be reduced, which is a virtuous circle......" Han Shixiang didn't want to say more, the He family was very powerful in Qinzhou, and some words were not easy to say, so they could only be pointed.

"Yes, Han Zhenshou is right, we will work hard in the future to improve the law and order in Xiahe Prefecture." He Mingfeng could only listen to Han Shixiang's accusations obediently, after all, the other party was a figure on an equal footing with his own ancestor.

At this time, Director Xu stood up and said to Han Shixiang: "Town Guard, there are four people who still have a small amount of demonic qi remaining, and the other is this ......" There was a transparent glassware in his hand at some point, and there was a black needle as thick as a hair, stained with blood, and the surface was glowing with blue light.

"Black Blood Demon Needle...... Han Shixiang squinted at the black needle in the glass plate, and whispered in his mouth, "It seems that it is the work of the Netherworld Sect, can you trace the clue?" ”

Director Xu shook his head, "I have already checked just now, although the other party seems to be arrogant, he has a strong anti-tracking and reconnaissance ability, and the smell and other traces have completely disappeared after crossing the Nanchuan River." ”

"Well, it should just be the Transformation God Realm, not a big fish, you stay for the time being, and bring a few people to assist City Lord He and Director Shi in investigating the case. This case involves the Demon Sect and needs to be taken seriously......"

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This Ningchuan City is not far from the Hongchi Mountain Range, which obtained the inheritance of the Vega Qingxuan Star Mansion and the ancient blood bat dragon space, and after the inheritance of the secret realm space was shattered, the lake formed was used as a void source qi node. The concentration of light qi in this Hongyanchi Lake is much higher than that of other places, and there are many other sect ruins in this ancient blood bat dragon secret territory, and there are still a lot of treasures, even immortal weapons, and it has become a popular treasure hunting location.

But if you want to hunt for treasure, you have to dive into the bottom of Hongyan Lake, the depth of the lake formed by the deep valley reached nearly 500 meters, and it is not easy to dive into the bottom of the lake to hunt for treasure.

The biggest benefit of this Hongyan Pond Secret Realm was actually obtained by Ling Li, and he also got a lot of benefits in the Wuxingmen Ruins at the beginning, and even snatched a half-finished inferior immortal weapon-Longyuan Spear. Therefore, Ling Li was not very interested in the treasures at the bottom of Hongyanchi Lake.

When Ling Li arrived in Ningchuan City, it was half an afternoon.

He did not contact the local authorities, but went directly to a hotel and rested in his room.

Ling Li took a nap for a while, and it was almost dusk before he got up.

Coming out of the hotel, he inquired, and then came to the more lively pedestrian street, first entered a prosperous and lively restaurant, asked for three kinds of snacks in the hall, and listened to the local diners chatting while drinking slowly. The population of Dingchuan County is not large, only more than 300,000, and such a major homicide case in Huaiqiang Fort is naturally the main topic of conversation when people chat.

When most people talk about the Bai family, they have a schadenfreude attitude, saying that they will be punished for doing too much injustice, and even many people applaud. It seems that the image of the Bai family in the minds of the people of Nanchuan is not very good, and it can be regarded as a local tyrant, not only Huaiqiang Fort, but even many people in the county have been oppressed by the Bai family.

After listening to it for a while, Ling Li probably understood a little that the two sons of the Bai family were both transcendental, serving in the government, and they had some power in this Dingchuan County.

He felt that the case itself was not simple.

Ling Li decided to personally go to the scene of the crime in the evening.

Although the Western Qin Prefecture is a military government and its management of local officials is relatively strict, it is inevitable that some local officials will collude with local tyrants to form underworld forces.

To tell the truth, without an official background and network, it would be difficult for the evil forces to form any climate.

There are some things that I have encountered, so I naturally want to find out.

This is not out of righteous indignation, but the current situation is relatively grim, and Ling Li also hopes that the high-level officials can clean up the ranks of officials before the catastrophe comes.

Prevent microaggressions.

Otherwise, at a critical juncture, these unpleasant unhappiness that seemed to be insignificant are likely to cause a big mess.

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