Chapter Twenty-Eight: My Son

Zhang Ya'er was lying on the ground, two eyes were round, one face was pale, wisps of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, a big hole was opened in his heart, and bright red blood gushed out.

It flowed down the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the red stained the soles of the big man's shoes.

"Blood! my mother, there is a lot of blood, murder, murder. A gambler stumbled to the curtain, and before he could enter, he saw bright red blood flowing out from under the curtain.

Immediately frightened, he turned around and ran.

Along the way, he used his hands and feet at the same time, looking terrified.

People who linger in casinos and other places all year round have a lack of spirit and a very poor mental state.

The gambler was as timid as a mouse, and after this fright, the three souls and seven spirits went to two.

The stout man, standing behind the curtain, looked at the tragic situation in front of him, and felt that his hands and feet were as cold as falling into an ice cave.

I think he is also a seven-foot man, with tendons and flesh, and he fights a lot on weekdays, but he is still shocked by the sight.

Just one word, ruthless.

It's too ruthless, what kind of hatred will kill people like this.

At the gaming table not far away, you can faintly hear through the door curtain: "Open open open ......"

"Oh my God, leopard, it's really a leopard, that tooth guessed right......"

His feet moved back a little, and his cloth shoes made a sticky clatter in a pool of blood.

When he opened the curtain and walked out, he was blown by the hot wind of the casino, and his back was cold, and he was already soaked with sweat.

With his right hand, he stroked his forehead, wiped off the beads of sweat, threw it on the ground, and walked out slowly.

A semicircle had been emptied in front of the door curtain, and the matter was so big that the people at the door had run away.

In less than a pillar of incense, everyone in the casino knew that there was a dead body behind the curtain.

The one who died was Zhang Shijia, the son of the Dongjie rice shopkeeper, who pretended to be extremely miserable, his heart was taken out, and there was a big hole in his upper body.

On the main street, there are three classes of officials patrolling the streets, and people who run out of the casino frantically scream in their mouths.

Soon the entire Canglan gambling house was controlled, including those who had not had time to leave the casino and go far.

......

Stuffing the last bite of steamed buns into her mouth, Li Lanxin slowly walked to the wall on the right side of the kitchen.

I vaguely remember that the swallowing sound came from here, but it was empty and unobstructed.

It's impossible to hide people, put your ear to the wall, next door is the idle guy's room, there is no movement.

After that, I walked through the whole kitchen again, and when I was about to open the lid of the rice jar to take a look, I heard a chaotic sound from the direction of the lobby outside the house.

As soon as his right hand was released, the lid of the rice cylinder fell back again, and Li Lanxin wiped his hands and ran out of the door.

The rice bowl that had just opened a gap was completely closed, and after the kitchen was completely quiet, a pair of eyes were silently revealed under the lid of the rice cylinder.

"Yo, Lin Zhutou, why are you here, do you also want to eat boiled fish with seven spices?" Liu Yuan stepped forward.

But the look on Lin Zhutou's face was wrong, and he was extra serious compared to before.

"Xiao Liu, something is wrong, I'm here to ask about the case. Lin Zhutou sighed and said slowly, sat down on one side of the long table, untied the scimitar at his waist and put it on the table.

"What's the matter?" Liu Yuan followed and sat down.

The guests in the house all left after eating, and the Lei brothers and sisters also went out again, and they didn't know what they were busy with all day.

At this time, there were only three people in the entire lobby, he and Zheng Dongxilin.

It is worth mentioning that since the first time the satisfaction value was triggered, the pendant no longer vibrates when the satisfaction value is increased later.

"But that master of the Seven Star Cave has already caught it?" Liu Yuan asked, leaning forward a little with a twisted expression.

"Alas, this man has not been arrested yet, and a new case has come. Lin Zhutou shook his head, showing in disguise that the master of the Seven Star Cave was still on the run.

Without waiting for Liu Yuan to ask again, Lin Zhutou said directly: "The son of Zhang Yuanwai of the rice shop next door to you is dead, and he died in the gambling house." ”

"Dead!?" Liu Yuan was surprised, the person he had only seen in the morning, a living person, was dead?

Soon, Li Lanxin lifted the curtain and walked out.

Lin Zhutou glanced at it and nodded, and continued to say with a solemn expression: "Yes, and the death is extremely miserable."

Saying that, Lin Zhutou stretched out his hand and drew a circle in his heart, "Here, it's all gone, and it's become a big hole." With that, he clenched his fists, and his face was twisted together.

Li Lanxin, who had just arrived, exclaimed in surprise, covering her small mouth with one hand, and the frightened emotions were still revealed from her eyes.

The hand is really ruthless, even if Liu Yuan has been in the Yuan Imperial Pavilion for so many years, it is rare to see such a situation, of course, there is also the reason why his strength is too poor, and he can't understand the reason why there are too many files in the Yuan Imperial Pavilion.

"Okay, now let me ask you, when was the last time you saw Zhang Yuanwai's son. Lin Zhutou took out a pen and paper.

"I ......," Liu Yuangang said one word.

I heard the sound of crying from next door, and then Zhang Yuanwai's figure appeared outside the door of the inn.

He stumbled in, his feet floating, his toes almost falling on the threshold.

Liu Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and helped Zhang Yuanwai to sit down at the table.

"Lin Zhutou, is it really my son who died......" Zhang Yuanwai's hands trembled, and his eyes looked at him in a daze.

"Alas......" Lin Zhutou nodded lightly: "Mourning, we will do our best." ”

Two lines of tears slipped from Zhang Yuanwai's eyes, and then he coughed violently, slapping his legs with both hands: "Even if he is not in a thousand ways, he is also my son, my son, ......"

At this time, no one could help him, and he didn't know what to do, so he just looked at Zhang Yuanwai with sympathy or pity.

It didn't take long for Zhang Yuanwai to stop crying, looking at Lin Zhutou with a blank face, his lips trembling and muttering: "I want to see my son......"

"This ......" Lin Zhutou hesitated a little.

First, he was afraid that Zhang Yuanwai would be too emotional and destroy the scene, and secondly, the deceased was too miserable, and he was afraid that Zhang Yuanwai would not be able to bear this blow.

But looking at Zhang Yuanwai's eyes, Lin Zhutou finally nodded: "Okay." ”

"Xiao Liu, come with me, I still have something to ask you. After Lin Zhutou finished speaking, he led the way out of the inn gate.

Liu Yuan instructed Zheng Dongshi and Li Lanxin to stay in the store and look at the inn, and he followed the two of them to the end.

Thinking that the world is changeable, the three of them came to the gate of the Canglan Gambling House.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary inn, but inside it is different.

The three of them didn't communicate a word along the way, especially Zhang Yuanwai was particularly deep.

Entering through the porch, I came to the depths of the inn, where the gambling tables were messily placed, and the dice cups were thrown everywhere.

Peeking to the side, a few catchers were interrogating a sturdy man who was more than seven feet tall.

Liu Yuan vaguely listened to two sentences:

"Name?"

"Wang Wenshan......"

He walked to the bottom, and the blood-red ground under his feet was under his feet, and Lin Zhutou opened the curtain with a saber.

In addition to no longer bleeding, Zhang Ya'er was still the same as before, with two round eyes, as if silently telling something.

A burst of dizziness hit, Zhang Yuanwai fell to his knees with a thud, and fainted in front of him.