When Xichang heard this, he shook his head decisively.

"Yang Gong is too worried, this kind of wound can't be an animal bite."

"The location of these wounds is a little off. Doesn't meet the estimate of animal size. ”

"Even if we let this go, let's say that there are many animals attacking the Xu family, but this matter still doesn't make sense."

After he finished speaking, he pointed to another corpse and spoke:

"Yang Gong, please look at this corpse, if you look closely, his wounds are almost exactly the same as the previous corpse."

"Look at this ...... again"

"Obviously, their wounds are about the same size and depth, but they are in different locations. The subordinates still feel that they have encountered the same kind of secret weapon. ”

When Yang Dong heard this, he bowed slightly. I chose to accept the explanation.

After all, he doesn't know how to conduct an autopsy, and professional matters should still be handled by professionals.

The reason why he asked more questions was also influenced by the movies of his previous life.

Yang Dong bowed slightly, but a trace of loss flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, this clue is broken again. If you want to continue the investigation, I am afraid it will be difficult this time.

"Well, in that case, let's get out of here first."

After saying this, he turned around and wanted to leave, but just as he was about to leave the dungeon, his eyes were slightly fixed.

He pointed to the side of the dungeon, where the garbage was piled up, and asked:

"When did you put all this garbage here?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Zhao Sanfeng and Ming Xiu were stunned, but even Yu Xiaoyu was also stunned.

Good and decent, what is the same pile of garbage Master?

But then, he realized that something was wrong. How shrewd a person his master is, how could he keep an eye on a pile of garbage?

He subconsciously looked at the pile of garbage, and after a moment, a serious flash flashed across his face.

"Didn't you hear Yang Gong's question? What about people! ”

Ming Xiu and Zhao Sanfeng glanced at each other, although both of them felt that this matter was a little strange. But I still called the steward of the dungeon.

The steward of the dungeon is a fat, sinister fellow.

As soon as he saw the chief official and general judge of Wuzhou City, they all followed Yang Dong silently as a small follower, and immediately guessed that Yang Dong's identity was extraordinary, so he respectfully walked over and saluted, and then said:

"Dare to ask this lord, when do you have it?"

"When did this pile of garbage end up here?"

Yang Dong asked slowly.

"This ......"

The steward's cheeks showed a hint of doubt. But soon he raised his hand and beckoned a jailer and asked:

"What about Lao Liu, who is in charge of cleaning up the garbage, why didn't he come today?"

The jailer, too, looked around for a moment before he continued:

"It's strange, Lao Liu is usually very punctual, why is there no one today?"

When Yang Dong and Yu Xiaoyu heard this, they glanced at each other, and Yu Xiaoyu immediately asked:

"Do you know, where does this old Liu family live?"

The jailer nodded decisively and said:

"You come with me!"

Wuzhou City, in a dilapidated alley.

Yang Dongyu Xiaoyu, with the chief official and general judge of Wuzhou, was recorded in a small courtyard.

At this moment, the wooden door of the small courtyard was being knocked on by the jailer.

However, the decaying wooden door did not move.

The jailer frowned and shouted into the courtyard.

"Lao Liu, the adults are coming to find you for something, open the door quickly!"

"Bang bang bang!"

However, in the small courtyard, there was still no response.

It's strange that Lao Liu stays at home on weekdays and doesn't go out much. What's going on today?

The jailer muttered quietly, hesitated, raised his foot towards the goalpost, and kicked it hard.

With a "bang", the rotten wooden door fell.

In the small courtyard, there is a patch of weeds and dilapidated.

"Lao Liu, Lao Liu?"

However, the jailer just shouted in his throat and received no response.

At this moment, a faint smell of blood came from the location of the small house in the southwest corner.

The jailer's face changed, and he was naturally familiar with the smell of blood after working in a place like the dungeon for many years.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that this smell actually wafted out of Lao Liu's house.

Could it be that something happened to Lao Liu?

His expression changed, and he subconsciously pulled out the saber on his waist and walked cautiously towards the position of the small room.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the entire courtyard began to become tense.

And Zhao Sanfeng and Ming Xiu were almost behind Yang Dong, their faces full of nervousness.

After all, although the two of them were high-ranking officials, they had never personally dealt with similar incidents.

The jailer was a bold man.

He crept out of the room and attached his ears. After making sure there was no sound inside, he raised his foot and kicked open the door of the small room.

The next moment, the scene in front of him made everyone present look different!

I saw that in this small room, a layer of dark red blood was filled with the ground.

There was still a faint heat left in the blood, and it looked like it had just flowed out.

The jailer's face changed drastically, and he glanced around the small room vigilantly.

It's a pity that he didn't find Lao Liu.

But what is the matter with so much blood on the ground?

Just when he was extremely nervous, he suddenly heard a slight sound of the door opening the door!

The jailer's face changed wildly, and almost immediately, he stopped in front of Yang Dong.

He knew that this young man's background was terrifying, and even the chief official of Wuzhou was the only one to follow.

"What people!"

He let out a loud shout, and the tip of his knife went straight to the gate.

The next moment, a hoarse voice sounded from outside the door.

"Who are you? Why did you break into the old man's house? ”

As soon as the words fell, the man seemed to sense that something was wrong, and continued to ask:

"Lao Zhang, is that you?"

"Lao Liu, where have you been, why aren't you at home!"

When the jailer heard Lao Liu's voice, he breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he turned the long knife in his hand and withdrew the scabbard.

Lao Liu carried a plucked big rooster and walked into the small courtyard unhurriedly.

He was slightly puzzled at first, looked at Yang Dong and the three of them for a while, and then stopped his gaze on the jailer.

"Lao Zhang, you are not on an errand in the Yamen, what are you doing at the old man's house?"

"Also, are these three your friends?"

The jailer smiled easily, and then said with a straight face:

"Lao Liu, have you forgotten what day it is?"

"You're going to the yamen to clean up today, why don't you go?"

When Lao Liu heard this, a touch of unnaturalness flashed on his face. He thought for a moment and said in a low voice:

"Lao Zhang, did you forget that I asked you for leave before?"

"A few days ago, I said I was going to play in the kiln, and you agreed at the time."

"But ......"

The jailer opened his mouth, a little speechless for a moment.

I promised you to play, but I didn't let you play all night!

Don't want this old bone?