In the early morning, the mist had not cleared, and the heavily guarded convoy slowly drove towards the Marshal's Mansion.

When passing by the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Guild Hall, a black crowd suddenly appeared in front of him.

There were two or three hundred people, blocking the passage in front of the marshal's mansion, and some people climbed directly onto the tung tree on the side of the road, looking in through the fence surrounded by pink roses.

On the side of the road, officers from the Garrison Department were struggling to drive away the crowd of onlookers with batons.

The entire road was almost crowded.

The convoy had to slow down.

Xue Shao glanced up and lowered his head again.

Guards armed with machine guns began to forcibly disperse the people blocking the middle of the road, but in a few moments, the road was cleared.

The car had already driven some distance, Xue Shao put down the document in his hand, thought for a while, and said in a low voice: "Go back, go over and take a look......"

The driver understood, immediately stopped the car and honked his horn.

Sun Liangping saw that Xue Shao's car turned around, and hurriedly ordered the driver to follow.

The police officer guarding at the door saw that it was Xue Shao's special car driving in, hurriedly removed the guard, and gave a military salute with a snap.

The convoy drove into the courtyard and slowly drove along the corridor on the east side of the Western-style building into the single small building where Fan Qiming and his family usually lived.

The car stopped at the bottom of the steps, Sun Liangping ran up in a few steps to open the door for Xue Shao, he looked around, and asked in a low voice: "Da Shao, what are you ......?"

Xue Shao bent down and got out of the car, and Wu Xingyan, the inspector of the Garrison Department, hurriedly walked over, and when he saw Xue Shaoxian, he saluted a military salute: "Big young ......"

Xue Shao looked at the police officers with masks and white gloves who kept coming in and out of the hall and asked lightly, "What's the matter?" ”

He said as he walked inside.

Wu Xingyan followed behind him: "At about four o'clock in the morning today, seven or eight outlaws broke in and burgled the safe in Fan Qiming's bedroom, and the jewelry and gold bars in it were looted......

Xue Shao glanced at him, nodded, and asked slowly, "Are they all dead?" ”

Wu Xingyan hurriedly said: "There is also a girl in the flower hall next door, who has been scared and fainted......"

As soon as Xue Shao stepped into the hall, a bullet in the air passed through the flesh and the smell of burnt flesh mixed with the smell of whistle smoke released by the bullet out of the chamber.

The aftertaste is not yet gone, and it is clear that it has just happened.

Xue Shao frowned, Wu Xingyan hurriedly lowered his head and said: "The gangsters' methods of murder are clean and fast, almost all of these thirteen lives are killed by one shot, either in the head or in the heart, and their goal is very clear, almost straight to Fan Qiming's safe......"

The hall was a mess, a bloody corpse mingled with crushed roses, and a fine crystal vase was lying aside, still dripping with water.

Looking at the appearance of the nightgown, this man should be Fan Qiming, but his whole face is beyond recognition.

The cavity effect caused by the bullet's rapid passage almost shattered half of his face, and the star-shaped wound resembled a blood-red flower blooming on his face.

Xue Shao slowly stepped forward, glanced down, and said lightly for a while: "Bury ......"

"But ......" Wu Xingyan was just about to speak, looked up at Xue Shao's expressionless face, hesitated, and swallowed back.

Xue Shao turned around and slowly walked into the flower hall.

In front of her eyes, Fan Yanqiao was wearing a white cotton nightgown, lying barefoot on a green satin sofa, the sofa was covered with a Malay mat with emerald green woven flowers, which made her skin even paler, and her slender snow-white ankles were covered with a gold wire sapphire anklet.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her face was still stained with tears, her lips were red with blood, which should have been bitten hard when she was forced to cry, and her long black hair was scattered on the sofa, but she had a thrilling beauty.

Xue Shao stared at her face and said in a low voice: "Lock off the scene, all the corpses will be buried immediately, and ...... Send another battalion to surround the Oriental Iron Works......"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out, and when he walked outside the hall, he paused and was silent for a while, and whispered to Sun Liangping: "Take Fan Yanqiao away......