Pei Ye turned over and got off his horse and jumped into the forest.

There were angry shouts from several public servants behind them.

"What for?!" Several of the men chased after them, but they did not draw their swords for a moment, for they were even a little dazzled by the skill with which the young man had just rushed in.

"I'm sorry, but I know the deceased." Pei Ye turned his head and said, "Let me take a look at the scene." ”

The head catcher strode over at this time, frowned, and said, "Who are you?" ”

Pei Li truthfully informed him and showed him the Wubi document and Bai Sibing's recommendation letter. After reading them one by one, his face soothed: "It turned out to be Pei Shaoxia, how did Pei Shaoxia know the deceased?" ”

"Let's stay together at the town inn."

Catching the head and head: "Okay-Zhao Xin, you follow Pei Shaoxia for a walk, and record any findings." ”

A young man holding a pen next to him immediately looked up: "Eh!"

Pei Ye took the paperwork from the head catcher and put it back in his coat, his eyes firmly fixed on the corpse.

He walked over slowly, lowered his head, and for a moment seemed to return to the heavy rain forest in the early morning of the fourth day of the eighth month.

The same man, the same posture of leaning against the tree and dying, the same dead without blinking his eyes.

But in the end, it was just an illusion, this was not a deep mountain called the heavens, and this corpse was not so tragic, only a penetrating wound on the shoulder and a fatal wound in the throat.

Cheng Jianghong's warm eyes were open, there was no surprise or anger in them, there was no expression, just godless, completely godless.

Pei Ye took his head off his head and walked up the tree, stopping at about the height of his chest. There was a sword hole running through the trunk of the tree, and the edge of the hole was slightly stained with blood.

This hole was in line with the wound on Cheng Jianghong's shoulder, apparently he was nailed here by the enemy's sword first, and when the opponent's sword was drawn, he collapsed.

But there is a strange thing here: being pierced in the shoulder is not a fatal injury, it will only temporarily limit Cheng Jiang Hong, when the other party pulls out this sword, he should immediately counteract, how can he collapse down the tree?

Was the sword that cut his throat too fast, or did Cheng Jianghong lose his ability to resist before the sword was pulled out? Did the other party first cut his throat with another blade before pulling out the sword?

"It's the mind." The black cat said suddenly.

"What?"

"His mind was destroyed, and the sword that cut his throat was only for the flesh."

Pei Ye understood, and the other party nailed Cheng Jianghong first, then destroyed his mind, and finally pulled out his sword and cut his throat.

Comprehending this, Pei Ye looked down again, this time his gaze fell on the iron sword in his left hand.

This hand is held in the middle of the scabbard, which is joined to the hilt.

He used the [Wedding Branch to the Banquet], and this time it must have been filled with true qi with all his strength, but there was no blood on the blade.

The hilt of the sword did not leave the scabbard, indicating that this was his last move, and after this move, the opponent nailed him to the tree.

Pei Ye looked down at the direction of the sword - straight ahead, with no traces of being missed.

The opponent hit him in the right shoulder, and his left hand was still able to continue to draw the sword, but the result was that the opponent's sword pierced his shoulder, and his more "long" sword did not touch the opponent.

Pei Li tried to recreate the scene at that time, but he had no clue for a while.

This has nothing to do with the gap in martial arts, even if the opponent's martial arts are high, this sword can be unloaded with a flick of the fingers, so it has to be snapped of the fingers, right? There was no trace of interference with this sword at all, and the other party didn't care about his sword at all.

As for hiding, the sword is stuck on Cheng Jianghong's shoulder, how can people hide?

Even if he dodged this stab sideways, Cheng Jianghong could still swing and slash - in short, as long as the opponent's hand was still holding the hilt of the sword, the person must be within Cheng Jianghong's attack range.

Why didn't Cheng Jianghong try to continue the attack?

Unless he is faced with a helpless situation - there is no point in continuing to move.

Pei Ye suddenly thought of the Heart-Cutting Glass, if it was this kind of flying sword, the enemy would indeed not have to get close, and the person who was nailed would indeed be desperate not to draw the sword again.

But he quickly gave up this idea, as soon as he attributed the problem to people like the famous sword master, it was equivalent to not solving the problem, the famous sword and thaumaturgic menopause are the universal answer, as long as you encounter something you don't understand, you can lean up, but countless strange things happen in the world every day, and there are only a few famous swords and thaumaturgy.

They're really too busy.

Second, if it was a flying sword, Cheng Jianghong didn't have to try to stab this sword at all. Because at least when he came out with this sword, he thought that he had a chance to stab the enemy, which means that the enemy was indeed in front of him at that time.

Pei Ye frowned and thought for a while, but did not find an answer for the time being.

Suddenly, on the ground at the edge of the field of vision, a subtle reflection flashed with the movement of the sun.

Pei Ye immediately walked over and leaned over to pick up a thin chisel that was the length of his middle finger and the thickness of chopsticks.

Hidden weapons.

He immediately got up and looked around, and then found five more in turn on the ground of the surrounding tree trunks, and the trappers also found two. In this way, there are a total of eight fine drills, and their landing points are roughly circular.

Pei Ye wrapped these fine drills in his hand with a cloth, they seemed to be launched from the direction of Cheng Jianghong, he walked to Cheng Jianghong's corpse and looked at it carefully, and sure enough, there was no trace of the hidden weapon.

After squatting and thinking for a while, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, turned around and picked up the iron sword again.

Pulling out the scabbard, the sword hung down from above at the hilt - a hollow.

The seal on the top of the hilt of the sword is gone.

Pei Ye put these eight fine chisels one by one, and they were tightly sealed, leaving only one gap.

An ingenious mechanism, the thick circle of the hilt at first glance seemed to fit the wide palm of the master's hand, and it was only when the fight was in full swing that it was meant to engage with the scabbard. And only when it comes to the tragic situation of life and death can the enemy see its true face in the end.

This is Cheng Jianghong's hole card in a life-and-death fight, if you really can't find the last fine drill around, it may be left on the murderer's body.

Pei Ye told all these speculations to the recorder next to him, and he nodded quickly and remembered - before Pei Li came, he had been taking this small book for a long time and only writing three or five lines, but now after a while, he has turned two pages.

Pei Ye walked next to a few dukes, who were still rummaging through Cheng Jianghong's package. Seeing him coming, the head catcher raised his head and said, "Little brother, can you tell me more about your acquaintance with this deceased?" ”

"We, in fact, also met in Pingshui, and we met one in the inn last night—"

Pei Li's throat suddenly choked, and the memories of last night came flooding up, and at the same time, the ground was spread out and wrapped in a clear view.

A coldness suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart to my throat.

Pei Ye pursed his lips and said in a dumb voice: "Isn't there a small porcelain bottle in this package?" ”

"What little porcelain vase?"

“.”

There is no evidence, and there is no complete chain of speculation.

But the creepy thoughts came back irrepressibly.

- In their battle last night, did they choose the winner or the dead?

(End of chapter)