"Save ...... Save...... Life! Jin Zhao finally shouted.

I was about to step forward, but Ding Fat grabbed me and shouted, "You are crazy! This guy chops off his head like a melon! ”

As soon as I heard it, the two looked at each other, turned around and went out, walked to the door and shouted for help.

……

Around midnight, Fat Ding and I walked out of the police station. The situation at that time was so clear that the police didn't even ask much, Jin Zhao stood beside Shi Zhiyang, carrying a katana in blood, and there was no one else next to him, as if one plus one equaled two, if Jin Zhao was not a murderer, pigs all over the world would laugh.

When I got home, I took off my robe and threw it on the sofa, took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, threw one can to Ding Fatzi, drank more than half of it in one go, burped, turned on the fan, threw myself into the sofa, and looked at the ceiling in a daze.

"It's hot!" Ding Fatzi drank the beer in one go, took off his robe, revealing a trembling pork belly, shouted hot, walked to the fan and blew it for a while, took out half a watermelon from the refrigerator, sat next to me, and said with a smile: "Do you say this Jin Zhao is crazy?" Kill in front of both of us! ”

I didn't say anything, because I had a vague feeling in my heart that something wasn't right, as if something I had overlooked, but I didn't know what it was.

Ding Fatzi put the watermelon on the coffee table, took out a watermelon knife under the coffee table, put it in front of his eyes and blew it: "Brother Ghost, have you ever cut people with this knife, there are blood stains on it!" ”

"It's Kui, not a ghost! You illiterate! Besides, Lao Tzu's name is Zhong Zhengnan, can you call me Brother Zhengnan? I was bored for a while, and I couldn't help but scold.

"Brother Zhengnan? Hehe, why don't you call Brother Haonan? Hong Kong's Troubled Boy, Causeway Bay is more majestic! Ding Fat Man squeaked and laughed: "I'm still Brother Pheasant!" ”

"You pheasant? You're a mountain boar at best! "I can only laugh and curse.

Zheng Haonan, pheasant, banana peel, the eldest second child, this series of movies of the Crazy Boy series was all the rage, and I started to mix it up because of their poison, otherwise, I must be a civil servant now.

"I say, why is your knife bloodstained?" Ding Fatzi took a few napkins and wiped them carefully.

I just glanced at my watermelon knife, the blood stains on the knife were a few days ago on WeChat about a beautiful woman to go home, after the mixed figure wrestling competition, the beauty leaned on the sofa lazily with a knife to cut the apple, accidentally cut the blood left by the hand. At that time, I didn't pay attention to it, and I was about to explain the reason to Ding Fatzi, but I suddenly felt that something was about to come out of my mind, but it was just a little bit close.

What exactly is it?

"Brother Haonan, how many people have you slashed with this knife? Look at the blood...... "The fat man was still teasing.

Oh, I thought, bloodstains!

In Jin Yang's room, we turned around and watched Shi Zhiyang's headless body fall towards Jin Zhao, when Jin Zhao reached out to help, the knife in Jin Zhao's hand almost cut Shi Zhiyang's hand, although Shi Zhiyang had no chance to complain, but at that time Jin Zhao had a subconscious hand retraction reaction, at that time, the knife in his hand was clearly shaking, and there was no trace of blood on it.

Yes, it's bloodstains, I finally found the reason why something has been wrong, the bloodstains on Jin Zhao's knife were contaminated by Shi Zhiyang when he fell on him, that is to say, it was not Jin Zhao who killed Shi Zhiyang, at least, the murder weapon was not this katana.

I immediately told Ding Fatzi, and Ding Fatzi also frowned and recalled: "Yes, I really have a little impression when you say it, Jin Zhao's knife was on the ground at that time, and when he went to help Shi Zhiyang, there was indeed no blood on the knife." ”

Immediately, Ding Fatzi said with a sneer: "Could it be that Jin Zhao is a martial arts master, the kind of person whose head falls to the ground with a flash of sword light, when the speed is fast enough, it will not be stained with blood, such as the ancient swordsman Ximen blowing snow......" seemed to feel that what he said was not reliable, so he stopped.

The thought in my head was racing, if Jin Zhao didn't use this knife, then what kind of weapon did he use? The police report made it clear that the deceased's head had been cut off with a sharp knife, and the sharpest weapon at the scene, except for Jin Zhao's katana, was the nail clippers in my pocket.

"Be bold and be careful! That's what my teacher told me! Let's start with bold assumptions. "Fat Ding seems to know what I'm thinking.

"Didn't you say you were from the Shaolin Temple? Shaolin Temple still teaches philosophy? I said disdainfully.

"Cut, don't you understand? We are full-time, even physiology! Ding Fat Man was ashamed, and seeing that my face was not good, he hurriedly changed his mouth and said: "Let's assume that the murderer is not Jin Zhao, of course, it is not the two of us, there are only four people in the room, could it be that Shi Zhiyang committed suicide?" ”

"Nonsense, who can kill themselves and cut off their own head with a knife? There's a cervical vertebrae in my neck! Why the executioners who cut off their heads in ancient times were all people with big shoulders and round waists, it is because cutting off heads is a hard work. It's impossible to cut off someone's head cleanly without extreme speed. I pointed to the neck of the fat man and said.

"Uh, what if Shi Zhiyang is talented?" Ding Fatzi argued with himself.

"Well, even if Shi Zhiyang is talented and can cut off his head with one knife, then, what about the knife he used to cut his head?" I sneered, "Don't tell me he used an ice blade that melts into water when he cuts off his head!" ”

Ding Fat scratched his head: "That's not impossible, hehe, they were standing next to the window, Shi Zhiyang cut off his head, and threw the knife out of the window!" ”

"You're! Your head is gone, and you can still see the window throwing the knife out of the window? I was about to continue to scold Fat Ding angrily, but I thought of something and suddenly stopped.

Window?

Window!

Yes, could it be that the murderer was outside the window, cut Shi Zhiyang's head with a knife, and then quickly escaped, in terms of time and space, this possibility is very high.

I carefully recalled, although Jinyang's house is the second floor, but it is only the second floor, for a person with quick skills, it is effortless to climb to the second floor, and Ding Fatzi and I can climb to the second floor without using any tools.

However, at that time, Jin Zhao and Shi Zhiyang were almost two meters away from the window, how long did this person's knife have to be? Could it be that he was holding the Green Dragon Glaive Knife?

There was a confusion in my mind, and it seemed that I had to go to the scene again to see what the specific situation was.

After discussing with Ding Fatzi for a while, he called Daoist Qingfeng again, saying that he had stabilized in a state of panic and wanted to continue to be a Taoist priest to earn living expenses.

Qingfeng Dao Chang smiled: "You two really want money and don't want to die, then come on, it just so happens that I have no one to replace you!" ”

Changing into robes, we went out and called a taxi, and the car soon arrived in Chaoyang City.

In the mourning shed, Jin Zhenzhong, Lin Xuan and Jin Xinghua sat in front of the coffin, especially Jin Zhenzhong and his wife, not to mention the death of their father, and the two sons were imprisoned one after another, which is really sad, I can't help but sigh in my heart.

When the Qingfeng Daoist saw us, he asked the two of us to go one person to replace the Taoist priest who was doing the law in the field, I kicked Ding Fatzi and motioned him to go, Ding Fatman lowered his voice and said, "Damn, I won't!" ”

Qingfeng Daoist smiled strangely, pointed at the Taoist priest in the field and said, "He won't either!" ”

"And what words are still in his mouth? Take a wooden sword and throw it around? Ding Fat Man was stunned.

"Whatever you read, whether it's the three-character scripture, or love trading, don't read it out loud, just let others see your mouth moving!" Qingfeng Dao said with a smile: "As for playing with the wooden sword, tsk, Zhong Ghost usually plays whatever you want, I think you have seen a lot!" ”

Hearing this, Ding Fatzi still didn't understand: "Isn't it just a trick?" Who wouldn't? "Walked forward, replaced the Taoist priest, his lips moved, his hands danced, and a peachwood sword played so smoothly that he was stunned, and praised Ding Fatzi as a manufacturable material.

Seeing that the fat man was playing energetically, I smiled and walked towards the Jin family villa. I'm going to see what clues are under the window of Jinyang's room.

There is a villa about fifty meters opposite the window of Jinyang, there is a window in the villa with a light on, at this time it is already more than two o'clock in the morning, most of the people in the community are sleeping, and the lights are still on must be the mourning music of the old man Jin's mourning hall to sleep, although the sound of mourning is already the smallest, but in the dead of night, it is still so harsh.

Between the two villas is a meadow with several one-man tall green trees, trimmed into a spherical shape. The grass is very well manicured, and I am standing on this grass now, feeling the softness of my feet, and if I run on this grass and pedal up the second floor, I will definitely leave footprints or something.

I squatted down and carefully inspected the grass, and found a deep footprint for me near the window of Jinyang, after finding the footprints, I estimated the strength of my jump, and walked to the same position in front of the wall to see, sure enough, there was a very shallow trace, the outer wall of the Jin family villa is the kind of granite-like material, if I could not determine the location, this trace I would never find at night.

Looking up at Jin Yang's window, he sketched the picture of that night in his heart, the murderer ran one by one, then kicked on the wall, flew up to the window sill, cut off Shi Zhiyang's head, and then turned over and jumped down, and walked away.

According to my speculation, Jin Zhao is innocent. But Shi Zhiyang is just a housekeeper, why did the murderer kill him? Could it be that this housekeeper knows something that others don't know, and the murderer is going to kill him?

I was found by Jin Yang to help him clear his name, and the matter actually developed to the point where I wanted to help Jin Zhao clear his name first, I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly, am I owed the Jin family? To toss me like this. Supposedly, we don't have a conflict, gold and bells, together they are still golden bell jars.

Just as he was thinking about it, someone next to him suddenly whispered, "What are you doing here?" ”

Stunned, I turned around, and a pure and beautiful face appeared in front of me.