Halfway through the night, the crowd dispersed.

Hong Fan sat facing the window and saw the moon sinking under the roof little by little.

The night sky became a solidified shell of asphalt.

The stars are connected in a line, like a gap in the shell, revealing a little light from the outer world.

After sitting for a long time, Hong Fan had no idea.

Until the sound of the four watches came from far away outside the house.

Even in the middle of the festive night, the husband still has to walk the streets and alleys.

Those who are also sleepless will inevitably have sympathy for the same disease.

The sound of bangzi is far away.

Hong Fan's grouped thoughts loosened slightly, and they were clear again.

The first thing that surged was grief, and when he saw Zhan Yuanzi's body, he smashed it on the head like a hammer.

The buzzing dizziness left behind was not diluted until Wu Ruyi, Gu Taining and the others left.

Sadness is followed by anger.

Hong Fan, who returned to Xijing, was full of ambition.

Shang is on the right track, and martial arts are progressing smoothly.

The personal relationship network has been broadened little by little, and the foundation of the Jin Haihong family has been slowly consolidated......

Everything in the New Year should have been new.

But Zhan Yuanzi's death, as a fact, is as true and hard as iron, and when Hong Fan was caught off guard, he slapped his face.

The unchangeable life and death stand in front of you like a high wall, setting off everything small.

The feeling of powerlessness piled up like firewood, burning the fire of anger.

At this moment, Hong Fan wanted to cry like Wu Ruyi, trying to get rid of excess emotions as much as possible.

But he couldn't shed a single tear.

There is anger under sorrow, and there is powerlessness under anger.

What is powerless?

Hong Fan couldn't suppress the heat all over, got up and took off his robe.

On his arms, the hairs stood upside down.

In an instant, he understood the emotions he had hidden deep in his bone marrow.

Fear.

Hong Fan was able to think for a moment.

It is a pity that reason still brings frustration.

[Who did the planning?] 】

[What is the purpose?] 】

Why this time? 】

It's still a dry sitting.

The fruitlessness of thinking made Hong Fan numb.

Until there was a movement of people in the front yard.

[Is the person investigating the case here? 】

Hong Fan thought about it, and when he looked up, he realized that the starry night had already retreated.

But I don't know when, the day dawned.

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On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, it was warmer than the day before.

It's about the time when the snow will melt.

Hong Fan was still in the same clothes as when Jin Hai came all the way, and went to the front yard to see that the new servants were already busy in the side compartment and garden.

He was then driven.

Back in the backyard, Hong Fan fetched water from the well and washed his face three times until his face was painful, and he finally felt refreshed and sober.

As always, the things that should be done in the current situation are automatically listed in his mind.

Hong Fan first went to the kitchen to boil hot water for later use.

Then he dismantled two cakes of top-grade old white tea sent by Zhuang Liren and brewed a large wooden barrel for hospitality.

In the end, he collected the broken silver, went out to buy a hot breakfast, and brought it back himself.

Wu Ruyi and the two arrived quickly, and then Jian Siyuan

The latter was already old, and obviously didn't get much sleep last night, and he looked very old today.

In the end, professional things have to be done by professional people.

The messengers of the castle guard were grouped in order and surveyed in great detail.

The thickness of the ice in the pool, the integrity of the shrub branches, the traces of the root corners inside and outside the walls, the force shift of the roof tiles......

Not to mention the impact of the fights between the two sides, not to mention the condition of the remains.

By the end of the month, the case had a preliminary result.

"Hong Gongzi, according to our speculation, the case occurred around the thirteenth hour of the first lunar month."

The head catcher in a navy blue soap coat said.

This person's name is Jiang Lechi, his forehead is full of knife marks carved by time, and he is very famous in Xijing Bank.

"There were five of them."

"We checked the thickness of the ice surface in the pond in the garden, and the right third was thinner."

He led Hong Fan and the others to the side of the garden pond pavilion.

"At that time, the victim was painting in the pavilion, and the first person hid under the water, and suddenly fired a cold arrow through the ice."

"The last stroke of the painting has a long pause, and we estimate that this blow was detected by the victim early - the Tianxin Induction chapter he practiced has this effect."

"The dark arrow was dodged and hit the pavilion pillar."

Jiang Lechi stepped into the pavilion and pointed to the breach in the pillar.

"The blow was a terrible blow and powerful, and the shards cut off new branches of the shrubs outside the pavilion, but we couldn't find the remnants of these shards."

"There are two inferences."

"First, the dark arrow is sent by condensing water into ice."

"Second, combined with the Turtle Breath Subduing Water Technique required for latentness, this person should be practicing the Water Walking Martial Arts."

This analysis is interlocking, and Hong Fan and the others couldn't help but nod after listening to it.

"The victim was an experienced horseman, and he did not panic after the assassination sudden, and he withdrew to the house as soon as possible."

Jiang Lechi looked to the east and spoke again.

This is because he was good at swordsmanship, but he did not carry a weapon when he painted; Before the killing machine appeared, the first thing that the swordsman thought of was naturally to take the sword. ”

As he spoke, several people walked back to the eaves.

On the side are windows that have been slammed inward.

"The victim crashed into the house and retrieved the saber."

Jiang Lechi jumped lightly into the house.

The crowd also followed.

After taking the sword, he turned around and slashed continuously, shattering the four ice arrows that were being shot outside the window, leaving traces on the flying ice chips.

In the dark, the catcher stood under the beam and slashed at the window several times, and then pointed out seven or eight places around without looking.

Hong Fanyun had enough eyesight, and sure enough, he saw that these places were all damaged by impact.

"But the real killer is not outside, here!"

Jiang Lechi suddenly raised his hand and pointed upward.

Hong Fan's heart was like a tug.

Directly above where the headhunter was standing was the beam of the house.

"One person has long been lying in ambush on the beam, and when the victim responds to the ice arrow, he will shoot silently."

Jiang Lechi's tone was low, as if he had seen that scene.

"This palm was condescending and powerful, and the victim jumped back urgently, although he barely took the palm with his palm, but he still couldn't bear it, and was blown upside down and knocked out of the front wall of the wing."

"By the way, there are half footprints left by the assassins on the main beam, and the position of the opposite palm is seven and a half feet above the ninth brick under the window."

He added.

"How do you determine the position of the right palm?"

Wu Hongyan was confused.

"Wu Siye can go and get a ladder and take a look at the offset distribution of dust on the vertical beams of each beam."

Jiang Lechi glanced at her and replied.

"Not only can you know where the palm is, but you can also know that the wind is shifting from west to east - the second Assassin has a higher palm than the victim."

This is also confirmed by the contusion on the left wrist on the latter's body.

Wu Hongyan nodded and said no more.

"Anyway, this palm knocked the victim away, smashed the door and fell out."

Seeing that no one asked, Jiang Lechi passed by the two broken doors half-hung on the door axis and walked into the depths of the courtyard.

"And then there's the third person."

"This man is standing here, with a very large physique, and when he exerts his strength, he tramples off all the two grasses between the bricks."

"Seeing the target come out, he set off to meet him, and he should have slashed out horizontally with something like a big knife."

"The knife was barely blocked, but it cut off the sword that was on the mat, and left a compressive wound in front of the victim's body."

(End of chapter)