Zhang Jiao deliberately eavesdropped, and easily heard the scene of the crime described by the SWAT team members through his ear perception ability.

couldn't help sighing, and whispered to Hong Tianbao: "Uncle Tianbao, the SWAT team member who went to Qian Town to guard the house just now said that there is no living person in the house.

Including his son, who had just turned 5, more than 20 people had their heads cut off and placed on the offering table.

There was also writing on the wall in blood, which the SWAT team member didn't say, but I guess it was a warning like 'death to the traitor'.

All things are foreseen, and those who are not prepared are wasted.

Thinking about it now, when the news of Du Sindeng's extremely long position came out a few days ago, Qian Zhenshou should have hurriedly hid incognito.

Or simply run to the Central Continent and the Western Continent. ”

Hong Tianbao became stunned when he heard this, was silent for a while, and suddenly took out his mobile phone and made another call.

Soon, on the grounds that he was familiar with the victim's situation, he helped himself and Zhang Jiao obtain the status of a temporary consultant to the police station, and the right to enter the scene of the Qian Yulong murder tragedy.

As a result, the two were able to enter the money house.

As soon as I entered the living room, I smelled the smell of blood.

And the source of this blood is the more than 20 headless corpses lined up on the carpet in order from low to tall.

However, the blood in the corpses did not gush everywhere, but coagulated and sealed in the cavities.

Only the bloody scab from the fractured skull exuded a strong fishy smell.

As for those severed heads, they were all placed on the offering table for ancestors arranged by Qian Yulong against the side wall of the living room according to the habits of the Jiang Chu people.

Because the table is small and has many heads, the heads are placed in the shape of a pyramid like peaches, a traditional offering of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The gray-white faces at the bottom grinned next to each other, and they looked vacantly ahead with dead fish-like eyes.

There is only a child's head on the top, and I don't know why it died with a smile.

With an innocent smile on his face and his eyes wide open with satisfaction, it makes people shudder even more.

Ren Hong Tianbao was well-informed, and when he saw this situation, he couldn't help but have hairs standing on his body, and his body couldn't stop trembling slightly for a while.

Actually, it's not just him.

Even the policemen who have seen a lot of murder scenes are expressionless at this moment, trying to suppress the fear in their hearts and the desire to vomit.

Only Zhang Jiao's face was as usual, and after his gaze swept over the confession table, he turned to the wall with blood written on it.

I thought silently in my heart: "Trick traitor, heaven and earth do not tolerate, use the head of the slave to sacrifice to the ancestors, and the police will follow!"

Judging from these messages, it is really the son of Du Xin who sent someone to kill Qian Yulong.

And it seems that this new Chu Hou has seen through all the tricks that Qian Yulong has used before.

Combined with the unfinished words that my mother said when she came to Nanyang to see me, Du Xin's person is likely to be diametrically opposed to my previous speculation, and it is not simple.

It's just that the heart is not very big-minded, otherwise it wouldn't have killed the servant that Qian Yulong had just hired in Nanyang.

But it could also be the killer he sent, cruel and bloodthirsty who didn't leave a living mouth. ”

After all, Hong Tianbao on the side had seen countless big scenes, and soon calmed down, and found Zhang Jiao standing dumbfounded, and said with concern: "Zhang boy, how are you, are you okay?"

"It's fine. Zhang Jiao came back to his senses and shrugged, pointed to the blood on the wall and said, "I just thought that as I guessed before, these 20 or so people died in vain." ”

When the words landed, a female police officer in his early 30s, wearing a slim leather coat, with a good face and a capable temperament, with a group of plainclothes police officers and forensics, strode into the murderous house, came straight to Zhang Jiao, stared at him and said, "This gentleman, what did you mean by what you just said?"

"May I ask who you are?" asked Zhang Jiao with his mouth open.

The female police officer reported her identity, "Chief Inspector Jian Ning'er of the 1st Serious Case Division of the Xiangbeixi Police Station."

Specifically, he is responsible for the inspection of the 'No. 31 front road in Warsaw'. ”

Zhang Jiao combined her identity, age, image and temperament, and the style of her speech, and guessed that Gu Ning'er was the kind of pretentious person with a good family background, a high education, and a young man.

In order to prevent trouble, he smiled and praised first, "Madam, you have been promoted to chief inspector at such a young age, which is really amazing." ”

After that, he said the truth of the incident with emotion, "That's right, the victim, Mr. Qian Yulong, used to be a town guard in the zero area of Shennongjia, Jiangchu.

Because of the battle for the throne of the princes some time ago, he came to Nanyang in exile.

It's a pity that the tree wants to be quiet and the wind doesn't stop, and the son Du Xin, whom he used to be loyal to, has become Chu Hou.

Unable to tolerate his betrayal, he sent men to kill his entire family, including the children and the servants.

And with the power of Chu Hou, unless the three countries of Nanyang start an all-out war with Jiang Chu at all costs, this case can only hang forever..."

"Is this your speculation, or is it information obtained from some source. Jian Ning'er suddenly asked.

"Of course it's speculation," Zhang Jiao was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "But these conjectures are based on facts."

Qian Yulong Zhenshou himself was a high-level martial artist, and there were many middle-level transcendents among his dead soldiers.

Unless it's a big man like Chu Hou who sends a legendary powerhouse to make a move, otherwise..."

"It may indeed be difficult to defeat a high-ranking martial artist head-on on the battlefield.

But in daily life, it is not so difficult to master certain skills.

So it's not necessarily the work of some legendary powerhouse. Jian Ning'er interrupted Zhang Jiao's words again, "By the way, since you are friends with the victim."

How could he still laugh when he and his son had their heads on the altar altar offering table?"

"I'm also an extraordinary person," Zhang Jiao said with a smile: "I once traveled thousands of kilometers alone in the wilderness in order to make a living in Shennongjia District Zero, and I have seen any terrible scenes.

In comparison, killing people and decapitating them is comparable to watching a living person being caught by an ape-like monster and tearing off strips of meat alive on the body with his fingers and eating them raw.

Little by little, the skeleton frame that has become a blur of flesh and blood is not dead, and it is much more pleasing to the eye. ”

A detective next to him, who was already with a shallow stomach and was about to vomit because of the tragic situation at the murder scene, heard Zhang Jiao's vivid description, and finally couldn't help but 'vomit...' and rushed out of the door.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiao pouted and said, "Madam Gu, now I understand why you had such a question just now.

The flowers in the greenhouse really don't know the suffering of the world, they are innocent and enviable. ”