It is the same afternoon, the same blue sky, but some people are happy and some are sad.

In the backyard of Bishui County, several verdant cypress trees stand straight, and the figures are shaking, and people are constantly coming in and out.

"Know~~Know~~", one knows that regardless of the owner's troubles, he can't stop barking on the cypress tree. The silver light flashed in the room, and the noisy chirps suddenly lost their voice. Upon closer inspection, a very thin flying needle was impartially pierced into Zhi's back, nailing it to the tree.

Inside the house, a person is standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking at his outfit, he should be a catcher.

"May I ask if Liu Mingzhu still needs to serve in the next place?" Cha Zhi County of Bishui County asked cautiously with a pale face.

If ordinary people see this scene, they will inevitably be surprised, a dignified county magistrate is actually respectful to a fast catcher, but Cha Zhi County is suffering. A few days ago, a large-scale battle broke out in Bishui County, which he administered, and all the people present died. This is a serious case that has not happened for more than ten years, and the matter is so big that it has been heard by the emperor. This Liu Mingzhu came from the capital and was specifically responsible for this case. Although his official position is not high, because he was fully authorized to accept the case, the magistrate of Bishui County also had to listen to his dispatch. What's more, such a big case actually happened in the county under his jurisdiction, and the county was really unpleasant and couldn't sleep at night, and all hopes were pinned on this famous arrester from the capital.

Liu Mingzhuo, who was standing by the window, heard Cha Zhixian's question, and slowly turned around. He has thick eyebrows and a square face, is about thirty years old, and has been investigating the case tirelessly for several days, which did not make him sluggish, but full of energy.

He looked at Chazhi County and comforted kindly: "Not for the time being." Lord Zhixian has worked hard these days, so let's go down and rest first. ”

"Then I quit under it. Cha Zhi County respectfully retreated. As he walked out of the house, he let out a long breath and wiped his forehead, only to realize that he was sweating profusely.

I heard that this Liu Mingzhu detective is like a god, so he has the reputation of "God does not leave ghosts, and the famous arrest remains" in the capital, which means that no matter how vicious and difficult the gangster is in the hands of Liu Mingzhuo, he will stay and arrest him. From the bottom of his heart, Cha Zhixian hopes that he will live up to his reputation and be able to quickly investigate the case. Otherwise, the black gauze hat on his head would be lost.

"Report!" "Shortly after the magistrate left the house, a detective came to report.

"Speak!"

"Lord Qiyu, a corpse was found on the mountain road of Chewa Mountain in Linxian County. It was found that this person should be a Jianghu person, named 'Flywheel' Cheng Jie. ”

"How did he die?"

"He was killed by a cut in the chest with the Kim Il Flywheel he used. ”

Killed by his own weapon? Liu Mingzhuo frowned, paused, and continued to ask, "Does he have other wounds on his body?"

"It doesn't seem to be. ”

"Send a servant to find out at once. ”

"Yes!"

"Wait, what relics does he have?"

"Nothing special was found. ”

"Alright, you go down. Liu Mingzhu waved his hand.

After the report came out of the house, Liu Mingzhu took his hands and kept pacing in the house.

"Thirty-six?" he muttered as he frowned, feeling intuitively that "Flywheel" Cheng Jie was likely to have something to do with the case. So how did he escape the scene of the crime? Why did he die in Linxian? Committed suicide or did he kill him? Liu Mingzhuo's eyes seemed to be shrouded in a fog.

This time, a total of 35 corpses of Jianghu people were found in Humopo of Daque Mountain in Bishui County. Among them, there are seven first-class masters and 28 experts from various factions. If the "Flywheel" Cheng Jie is also related to this case, it is the 36th person who died.

The seven first-class masters who died were the Shaolin School Dharma Academy's deputy seat "Fu Knotweed" Zhitong Zen Master, the owner of Zhanhong Mountain Villa "One Sword Flying Rainbow" Ye Piaoling, the great elder of the Kongtong School "Long Arm Tongshen" Yuan Shufei, the Diancang School retreat master "Blossom Smile" Li Zide, the second master of the Qingcheng faction "Iron Horse Jinge" Zhang Zhongyuan, and the Qingyuan faction known as the Qingyuan Seven Gentlemen Fu Shouci and the letter gentleman Guo Hui. In addition to these seven masters, there are more than 20 good players from various factions. This case involves a wide range of sects and involves a large number of people, which is really rare in more than ten years!

For a long time, the imperial court has turned a blind eye to the arms fighting on the rivers and lakes, but such a large-scale weapon fight has attracted the attention of the imperial city, and Liu Mingzhuo came from this.

A day ago, he had personally gone to Humopo to check, each of these dead Jianghu people was scarred, and according to the scars on their bodies, Liu Ming came up with an inference that even he himself could not believe: these people actually killed each other to death!

Continuing to investigate carefully, although these Jianghu people are involved in many sects, most of them have no grudges, and even many of them are relatives and friends with each other. So, what exactly happened on the Humo Slope? Why did so many masters of the rivers and lakes suddenly turn against each other and kill each other to death? Could it be that they suddenly went crazy collectively? Liu Mingzhuo shook his head incredulously.

"Report!" the herald reported outside the door: "Jin Yuchun, the chief director of Zhanhong Villa, has arrived!"

"Please!"

Liu Mingzhu originally wanted to invite the representatives of the seven masters who died in Humopo to discuss the case, but first, the distance was far away, and secondly, the people in the rivers and lakes had never liked to deal with the government, so Zhanhong Villa, which was closest to this place and had no independent sect, was the first to send people to come.

Footsteps rang out hurriedly, and a man walked in outside the door, he was slightly chubby but agile, and his eyes shone with shrewdness. He is Jin Yuchun, the chief director of Zhanhong Villa.

At this moment, he was not as calm as usual, and his fat and fat face showed a little panic. The owner of the village has a wide range of friends on weekdays, and all friends are friends in the world. He often travels, often going for a month or two and not returning, sometimes even for a year and a half, so he went for more than ten days and did not return, and did not attract the attention of the people in the village. But the day before yesterday, an official suddenly came and informed him that the owner of the village was dead, which made him how not to panic.

"Director Jin, you don't have to panic, I ask you something, and you answer slowly. Liu Mingzhu invited him to sit down and said soothingly.

"Yes, yes, the villain must know everything, and he must say everything. After all, Director Jin is a person who has followed the owner of Zhanhong Village for many years, and he sat down with his body, and it didn't take much effort to stabilize his mood.

Liu Mingzhuo waited for him to settle down, and then asked, "Does your owner have enemies on weekdays?"

Director Jin replied respectfully: "Back to the adult, the owner of the village treats people very well on weekdays, and the villain has followed the owner of the village for thirteen years, and I have never seen him grudge with others." ”

"So what special happened before he went to Humopo?"

"Nothing special happened. ”

Liu Mingzhu said inducingly: "If you think about it carefully, you can talk about anything." ”

Director Jin thought for a while and said, "If there is something to say, it is that the owner of the village set up a big banquet in the village before going to Humopo. After a pause, he added, "But that's what happens all the time." The owner likes to make friends with people, and as long as the owner is in the village, there will always be several large banquets and small banquets to entertain guests every month. ”

Liu Mingyu pondered for a moment, and then asked, "How many people went to that banquet?"

"Thirty-six people must have come. "As the chief director of Zhanhong Villa, Director Jin has a very good memory.

Thirty-six people! Liu Mingzhu nodded secretly, if the "flywheel" Cheng Ju is counted, then it will coincide with the number of people on the Humo Slope. "Why are you so sure?" he asked.

Director Jin said calculatedly: "Because I remember that a large table of eight people was arranged, and a total of five tables were set up, one of which was not full, and there were only five people. A total of seven first-class masters, twenty-nine Jianghu people, etc., went to that banquet, a total of thirty-six people. ”

Seven first-class masters! Liu Mingzhu nodded again and asked again, "Why do you know that there are seven first-class masters?"

Director Jin replied: "Because the owner of the village ordered these seven people to be at the same table with him, and said that these people are all first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and they should not be neglected." ”

Seven people at the same table with the owner of the village? Liu Mingzhuo was suddenly surprised: "You mean, in addition to your owner, there are also seven first-class masters?"

"Exactly. Director Kim replied.

Then with the addition of the owner of Zhanhong Village, it is not seven first-class masters who go to Humopo, but eight! Liu Mingzhu seemed to have grasped a clue and hurriedly asked: "Do you remember the appearance of those seven people?"

The villain remembers. Director Jin recalled: "The seven people were: a monk, an old Taoist, two middle-aged swordsmen who came together and looked kind, an old man who was drunk and smoked before he drank with flowers on his head, a strong man who was two heads taller than others, and a young man who looked cold. ”

"A young man who looks cold?" Liu Mingzhu immediately grasped the point, this is a figure that is not on the death list.

"Yes, I don't know how to describe it," Director Jin thought for a moment, "that young man's body is exuding cold all the time, and his eyes are even more frighteningly cold, as long as he stares at you, you will feel chills all over your body for no reason. ”

A cold young man? Liu Mingzhuo asked again: "What are the characteristics of this young man? Does he have a weapon on him?"

"He wielded a sword, and his right hand held the hilt of the sword except for eating. Director Jin is very sure. He was very impressed with this man.

Liu Mingzhu carefully considered: There are many young masters with swords on the rivers and lakes, but there should be only two people who can give people such a cold feeling. One is the fourth son of Wen of Junan Villa, Wen Haowu, who is known as the "Frost Sky Swordsman", and the other is Xu Shaofeng, the fourth-ranked "Cold Sword" of Kunlun Wujiamen.

After sending Director Jin away, Liu Mingzhu ordered his subordinates:

"Pass the order to go down and expand the search range around Daque Mountain, find the whereabouts of 'Frost Sky Sword' Wen Haowu or 'Cold Sword' Xu Shaofeng, live to see people, dead to see corpses!"

"Yes!"

Liu Mingyu pushed open the window and looked out, the sky was blue and white clouds outside the window, and the cypress was in the wind.

Since this chilling young swordsman had participated in the gathering of Zhanhong Villa, it was likely that he had also participated in the Battle of Tiger Slope. However, his body was not found on Humopo, and it seems that he was a crucial figure in the case. Kunlun Wujiamen is a long way from here, and the Wen family's Junan Villa is only three or two days away. It seems that we have to go to the Wen family's Junan Villa first.