"And Master Lin has no traces of struggle, he is on the bed, and his limbs are cut off in an instant......"

Speaking of this, Yang Zimou looked at the two servants and hesitated, and asked, "What else did you find that you didn't say?"

The older man said: "Lord County, it stands to reason that when ordinary people encounter this incident, even if their limbs are cut off instantly, they will immediately wake up in pain and struggle, and they should not die immediately, but Master Lin has no signs of struggle, as if he is ...... It was as if he had died just before his limbs were cut off. ”

"And what else is this? Can you two see who did it?"

Yang Zimou was impatient.

"Lord County, this matter is probably going to be investigated by Song Zhutou. ”

Yang Zimou also knew that he was sick and rushed to the hospital, so he turned around and ordered Ma Qiao: "Go, call Song Zhutou back." ”

"Yes. ”

Ma Qiao, as the leader of the Zhuang class, although his status seems to be on the same level as Song Zhutou, but the Zhuang class only arrests bandits, but in fact only goes to the countryside to collect grain taxes, arrest robbers and murders, and hand them over to the fast squad to deal with.

Therefore, in terms of status, Song Zhutou is half a level higher than Ma Qiao.

But Ma Qiao didn't envy Song Zhutou at all, not to mention being so tired all day long, and he had to face the responsibility of not being able to find out the case, and the oil and water were even less pitiful, and he was still the leader of the team.

It's just that Song Zhutou actually came to work this time, put on the immortal horsetail, and was valued by the county lord, so he obtained the repair work of "Fang Cun Guan", which was too big for him, which made him a little unhappy.

It's just such an unhappiness, and now it has turned into schadenfreude, Master Lin's death is bizarre, the county must personally ask, if Song Zhutou can't find out the real culprit, the current favor is tomorrow's disaster.

He walked out of the courtyard wall and told Zhuangban's subordinates to hurry up and call Song Zhutou back.

Over there, Yang Zimou didn't dare to look at Master Lin's corpse anymore, so he ordered someone to collect the funeral, and returned to the yamen to sit down.

After dealing with the county and the master bookkeeper who came in a hurry, Yang Zimou finally cleared up, and sat alone in the study.

"Why is this happening?"

He was a little dazed, looking at the teacup without saying a word.

Suddenly, Yang Zimou had an idea, should he beg the Immortal Elder to resurrect Master Lin?

But immediately after, he knew that this was a delusion, even King Ning and Princess Ning begged for more than ten days in exchange for the immortal chief to save the life of the son, did he also have to kneel and beg for ten days?

No, even if he went to kneel and beg for more than ten days, the corpse would be cold!

Ay.

It can only be said that Master Lin's life is very bad, the last time he was in the county prison, Master Lin ran second only to him and escaped a catastrophe, but he didn't expect to be unable to escape this catastrophe, so he can only say that he is also dead.

But the murderer must be caught! Who is the murderer of such cruel means?

He hadn't heard of Master Lin having a grudge with anyone in the past?

Song Zhutou estimated that he hurried back, and as soon as he arrived at the Yamen, he immediately came to see Yang Zimou.

"Lord County, please rest assured, the lowly will definitely arrest the murderer. ”

Song Zhutou showed great anger as soon as they met, and mourned: "Master Lin also takes care of his humble duties on weekdays, but he didn't think that a good person like Master Lin would also encounter accidents, which is really unfair. ”

Yang Zimou's eyes were also red and swollen when he heard this, and he wiped away his tears, "Song Zhutou, what do you need, just tell the official with you, the two classes of the fast class and the strong class, are also at your disposal, and the official has only one request, to catch the murderer who killed Master Lin as soon as possible." ”

"Yes, Lord County, I will be commanded by my humble position. ”

Song Zhutou clenched his fists and agreed.

"Hey......"

As soon as Song Zhutou left, Yang Zimou sighed again, thinking that his friend was lonely, and now that he was dead, he had no family to inform, which was also sad.

Thinking about it, he was a little tired, lying on the chair and falling asleep unconsciously.

"Master, master......"

In a daze, Yang Zimou seemed to hear someone calling for him, he barely opened his eyes, and was surprised to see Master Lin standing at the door of the study, it was actually him shouting to himself.

He always felt that something was strange, and he couldn't tell where the fault was, "Ziqian, what are you calling me to do?"

"Master, why are you resting during the day?"

Master Lin asked.

"I'm because ...... Huh?"

He was a little confused, a little puzzled, and when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.

"Someone's coming...... Sir, I'll come back to you in the evening. ”

Master Lin glanced out of the door, turned around and pushed the door out in advance, and then closed the door.

What does it mean to come to me at night?

Yang Zimou was taken aback, and was about to call Master Lin to stop, but was shaken awake.

"Master, why are you resting during the day? Are you too tired?"

When he opened his eyes, Yang Zimou saw his wife looking at him worriedly.

This is a familiar statement......

He was stunned and shook his head, "It's nothing, just tired." ”

"Master, the concubine heard about ......"

Madame stopped talking.

"Needless to say, I still have to take care of business, you go out first. ”

Yang Zimou waved his hand and motioned for his wife to go out.

There was nothing to do, but the lady sighed and walked out.

As soon as the others left, Yang Zimou was stunned for a long time, even if there was no Master Lin, he still had to deal with the accumulated business.

He was so busy until the evening, he was not in the mood to eat, hastily ate something, and began to deal with business again, and only returned to his room to rest with his tired body in the middle of the night.

As soon as he lay on the bed, almost instantly, Yang Zimou had fallen asleep.

Confused again, Yang Zimou heard someone shouting to himself, got up blankly, put on his clothes, pushed the door out, and saw Master Lin in the courtyard.

"Ziqian, why are you calling me at this time?"

"Master, come with me. ”

As soon as Master Lin shouted like this, Yang Zimou didn't feel that there was anything wrong with going out in the middle of the night, and followed Master Lin out of the yamen and walked on the lonely and empty street.

"Ziqian, where are you going to take me?"

"Master, it's not far from here, it's almost there. ”

It was indeed not far, but when it arrived at the place, Yang Zimou was horrified.

"That'...... Ziqian, why did you bring me to this place?"

This is the City God Temple that has been cordoned off!

"Sir, get on in. ”

Master Lin unceremoniously pushed Yang Zimou and pushed him into the City God Temple with the gate open.

This time he entered, Yang Zimou's eyes were suddenly attracted by the courtyard and the well that should have been sealed.

The large stones that had been piled up and pressed disappeared, and bursts of smoke came out of the bottomless well, and a fishy and disgusting smell came to the nostrils.

"Ziqian, what the hell is going on?"

Yang Zimou turned his head and was immediately frightened, only to see Master Lin, who was still fine, his limbs fell suddenly, and he fell to the ground with his head standing up like a human being, with blood in his eyes, and shouted loudly: "Master, go and come back from the immortal elder, if it's too late, everyone will die without a place to be buried!"

"Whew!"

The sky turned, and Yang Zimou was awakened in a cold sweat.