Yang Wenchang felt really unbelievable: "General, you won't admit that you are mistaken, are you? Are you sure what you saw was indeed the Tan family?"

Fu Zheng's expression made people feel that he didn't believe all this: "General Ben has worked with General Sun in the army for many years, how can he not know his wife? Besides, even if General Ben is dazzled for a while, can these generals who attended the banquet also be wrong?"

The generals of the Tiance Department behind him all said that what everyone saw was indeed the Tan family, which made Yang Wenchang feel incredible. These generals are all old subordinates who have followed Sun Dianchen for many years, of course, they will not recognize the Tan family, and it is even more impossible to collude with Fu Zheng to lie.

Yang Wenchang felt a little chill on his body, he cleared his throat and asked, "Then what happened next?"

Fu Zheng's voice trembled a little: "Then the Tan clan walked up to the hall with blood in his eyes, stared directly at General Sun who was sitting on the main seat, and said that he would return my life, and walked straight towards him step by step. General Sun was as shocked as we were at the moment, unable to move, and could only sit down in his seat. When Tan walked up to him, he suddenly had a pale red short knife in his hand, and with just one slash, General Sun's head rolled to the ground, and blood splattered everywhere. ”

Yang Wenchang thought of the blood that had been sprayed on the table, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Fu Zheng's voice was a little hoarse, and it was obvious that he didn't want to recall that scene: "Then Tan leaned over and picked up General Sun's head, smiled, held a knife in one hand and a human head in the other, without even looking at us, and slowly walked out of the hall step by step and came to the courtyard. To be ashamed, Ben Jiang and everyone present were dumbfounded, paralyzed, unable to move, and could only watch her pass in front of them. Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the courtyard, and the dust was flying, and it was impossible to see. By the time the wind subsided, the Tan clan had already disappeared with General Sun's head. ”

Fu Zheng finished speaking in one breath, cold sweat was already on his forehead, and he took a long breath and wiped off the sweat. The generals of the Tiance Guard behind him also bowed their heads and remained silent, which clearly confirmed that what Fu Zheng said was indeed the truth.

After hearing this, Yang Wenchang only felt cold sweat and chills all over his body.

The ghost that has been dead for two years appears in the middle of the night, kills people in public, beheads them, and then disappears in front of everyone's eyes with their heads. Who will believe this?

But the one who died was a three-rank military general of the imperial court, and the one who told this ghost story was also a three-rank general, or a close general by the emperor's side, not to mention that there was a group of deceased generals who witnessed it with their own eyes, so no one could believe it.

It's just that how should we investigate this case ourselves? If it is a murder committed by a person, there will always be some clues to be found, but the murderer is a ghost who has been dead for two years and has disappeared without a trace, how should this be investigated? How should this case be written?

Yang Wenchang thought of the yamen of the Criminal Department, the iron-faced and ruthless face of Zheng Ci, the secretary of the Criminal Department, and the deep eye sockets and poisonous snake-like eyes of Chang Wuyi, the chief head catcher, he felt that these were even more terrifying than the ghosts that snatched their heads in the middle of the night.

No, this case must not be stabbed to the Criminal Department, and these old men must not be alarmed, and they must find a way to suppress this case in their own hands.

Yang Wenchang felt that his head hurt, what should he do?

Suddenly, I heard a commotion outside the courtyard gate, and when I looked up, I saw two horsemen wearing vermilion brocade guard uniforms pushing away the yacha he had arranged outside the door, and a man in civilian clothes with a dignified demeanor was striding into the courtyard.

As soon as Yang Wenchang saw him, he cried out in his heart, it seemed that this time it was really unsafe. He recognized this person, this person was the real emperor's henchman, the famous Jinyi Guard commander in the Beijing Division, Lord Ye Zhiqiuye.

Thinking about it, after all, the one who died was a military general of the imperial court, and he was also the commander of the Han Dynasty's palace, and the Jinyi guards were all over the Beijing Division, so how could he hide it from them? It's just that he originally wanted to hide it from the Criminal Department and think of a way to solve this case, but he didn't expect that now there is someone even more difficult than the Criminal Department.

Yang Wenchang hurriedly tidied up the official uniform on his body, and stepped forward to salute: "Why is Lord Ye here?"

Ye Zhiqiu ignored him, but walked straight over to greet Fu Zheng, the commander of the flag guard, and directly began to ask about the situation last night, so Fu Zheng said what he had just said again.

Ye Zhiqiu was obviously a little stunned after hearing this, he still ignored Yang Wenchang, but turned around and went directly into the hall of the murder scene.

Yang Wenchang wanted to follow up, but was blocked by the brocade guards who followed Ye Zhiqiu, and he was a little overwhelmed for a while, so he could only rub his hands and paced back and forth in the courtyard.

After a long while, Ye Zhiqiu walked out of the house with a calm face and lowered his head in thought, and raised his head and called, "Lord Yang!"

Yang Wenchang hurriedly stepped up to meet him, and replied respectfully, "What do you want Lord Ye to order?"

Ye Zhiqiu asked, "Where is General Sun's head?"

Yang Wenchang wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and replied: "I searched all around, but I didn't find anything." ”

Ye Zhiqiu thought for a moment, then raised his head and summoned the servant of the Sun family and asked, "Where is Mrs. Sun's Tan buried?"

The servant replied, "Two years ago, I was buried in the mass grave mountain in the eastern suburbs of Beijing. However, it is not easy to find, and the general has not been there to pay homage in the past two years, so we can't remember the exact location. ”

Haven't you been to worship in the past two years? Ye Zhiqiu frowned unconsciously.

He turned around and said a few words to the brocade guard behind him, and the brocade guard bowed down and took the order. Yang Wenchang guessed that he must have gone to find the tomb of the Tan family, but what does the tomb of the Tan family have to do with the affairs here? Could it be that the head of Sun Dianchen will be in front of the tomb of the Tan family?

Thinking of this, Yang Wenchang couldn't help but shudder again, the evil ghost asked for his life, and the ghost took revenge!

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Yang Wenchang, whose face had changed greatly, and understood what he was thinking, so he couldn't help but ask a little sneeringly, "Lord Yang, you are nothing, right?"

Yang Wenchang woke up like a dream, and hurriedly bowed down and responded: "Xiaguan is fine, it's okay." Lord Ye came here this time, but he wants to take over this case?"

Ye Zhiqiu understood Yang Wenchang's eagerness to shirk responsibility, and secretly sneered in his heart, but said in his mouth: "Lord Yang is too worried. Lord Yang, as Jing Zhaoyin, is the parent official of the Jing Master, and if there is no holy decree in the affairs here, of course, it will be decided by the adults. Although Jinyiwei is responsible for supervising the officials of the DPRK and China and all criminal cases, he is only assisting from the side, so this official came in civilian clothes today. This case, of course, is investigated by the adult. ”

When Yang Wenchang heard this, a big bitter word seemed to be written on his face: "Investigate? How should this terrible ghost ask for his life to be investigated?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Yang Wenchang who bowed his head and sighed with disdain, he really didn't know how he managed to achieve this position of Jing Zhaoyin, such a stupid person would actually believe in such a thing as a ghost killing people.

I'm afraid there are quite a few ghosts hidden behind this case.

Ye Zhiqiu looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, and the warm morning light sprinkled on his face, but the wind and rain were probably coming, he couldn't help but think to himself.