In front of the prison, Zi Donglai and Du Wenxing happened to meet Wei Yiqing, who came to check on the cell.

I was chatting with Du Wenxing about the topic of the Son of Heaven before, but when I saw Wei Yiqing at this moment, Zi Donglai put away the habits of the rivers and lakes on his body, and gave Wei Yiqing a very respectful salute.

"Lord Wei, you're here too. ”

Wei Yiqing, who had a gloomy face, showed a smile on his face after seeing Zi Donglai, "Donglai, you are here too." ”

"Well, I want to see if I can find out the whereabouts of that man from the mouths of these bandits, I suspect that the cloaked man is the Blood Bat Demon. ”

Then I saw Wei Yiqing shaking his head and saying, "You are a step late, and those bandits were all killed in the early hours of the morning." ”

"What!"

Zi Donglai and Du Wenxing exclaimed at the same time.

Zi Donglai hurriedly took two steps and went to the prison.

Seeing this, Wei Yiqing smiled bitterly, patted the head on the shoulder, and said, "Don't go and open the door yet." ”

Only then did the cell boss react, and hurriedly grabbed two steps and slapped the big cell door.

The face of a jailer peeked out of the small window of the door.

Then there was a creak, and the door opened.

"I'm tired, man. Zi Donglai said politely to the cell leader.

This cell boss and Zi Donglai also knew each other, after Wei Yiqing took office, Zi Donglai deliberately got acquainted with a group of officials in Taizhou as Wei Yiqing's disciple.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have just come to the cell for interrogation.

The prison door was opened from the inside, and a musty smell came over my face.

The cell leader led the way, Zi Donglai and Wei Yiqing were in front, and Du Wenxing followed the two into the prison.

It's like a forgotten and spurned corner of the world, separated by a wall, bright outside the wall, rotten in the prison, and occasionally a trace of wind blows in through the cracks in the wall, rubbing out "woo...... The wail of "Woo ......" blew up the dust and floated in the air, filling the entire prison, mixed with the smell of sourness, decay and decay.

"Made, this place is so infiltrating!"

Du Wenxing shrunk his neck.

"Wronged, adult, I am wronged!"

"I'm wronged too!"

"Let me out......"

There were screams from the prison.

A few jailers who were around the group hurriedly banged on the bars of the cell and shouted, "Shut up, shut up." ”

Wei Yiqing seemed to be a little unable to stand such an environment, so he quickened his pace and soon came to the cell where several bandits were held.

Because of the large number of bandits, a total of more than a dozen bandits were arrested, among which the black-faced man was detained in one room alone, and the other dozen or so bandits were detained in another room together.

At this moment, there were corpses lying on the ground in the two rooms.

"Has the corpse ever moved?" Zi Donglai asked.

"My lord, these corpses have not been touched by the little people. The villains all know the rules, and before the pretense arrives, we will never touch these corpses. The cell boss hurriedly replied.

"Well, open the door!" Zi Donglai nodded.

"Open the door!" the cell boss looked at Wei Yiqing, and Wei Yiqing said lightly.

The doors of the two cells were opened, Zi Donglai walked in, and Du Wenxing hesitated for a moment and followed in.

Wei Yiqing glanced at the young man and did not speak.

Zi Donglai first walked towards the body of the black-faced man, who was lying on his back, his heart was pierced by a sharp blade, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Then he went to another cell and looked at the other corpses.

Du Wenxing silently followed behind him, silent.

Zi Donglai's face was calm, but he was surprised in his heart, although these people had different wound locations, they were all killed with one blow, and they didn't even have time to scream before they died.

What a sharp technique!

And looking at the shape of the wound, it should have been killed by the same sharp weapon, then the murderer is likely to be just one person.

In Zi Donglai's judgment, the murderer should have sneaked into the cell in the early hours of the morning when everyone was asleep, secretly opened the cell with the help of Nei Ying, killed the person and left calmly.

"Can I touch the wound?" a clear voice interrupted Zi Donglai's musings.

"Aren't you afraid?" Zi Donglai asked in surprise.

"It's just a dead person, what's so terrible?" Du Wenxing was also surprised, in the years he wandered the streets, he saw a lot of dead people, frozen to death, starved to death, drowned, beaten to death, this person is honest after death, and the terrible should be the living!

"Go ahead, don't spoil the wound. ”

Zidong looked around, there were no traces of footprints and handprints, and there was nothing strange about the scene, so he said.

Wei Yiqing's eyes flashed, and he looked at the young man again.

Donglai seems to have a different view of this!?

He is familiar with Zidonglai, and knows how proud this Jianghu tycoon is, and ordinary gangsters will not be taken seriously by him at all.

He suddenly became a little interested in Du Wenxing and looked at it carefully.

Yesterday, when the other party reported the case, he was discouraged, and his mind was all on the bandit, but he didn't observe this young man well, but now he suddenly feels different when he looks at it.

The boy was dressed in the most ordinary coarse cloth garments with patches, but the pulp was extremely clean, his black hair was unevenly cut, but it was no less clean, and it was neatly combed behind his head and tied together with a rope, his face and hands were not stained, and his nails were cleanly cut, and his appearance was quite delicate, and his eyes were particularly bright.

Although Du Wenxing is a gangster, he loves cleanliness by nature, he fell asleep last night, and when he got up early in the morning, he couldn't help the stains and sweat on his body, so he took a shower with cold water, combed his hair again, changed into clean clothes, and made a basin of water to soak up the dirty clothes.

There was also a deep well in his house, which was much easier than ever.

If this young man changes his clothes, some people will believe it if he is a son of a family!

Wei Yiqing secretly thought that it was because of Du Wenxing's temperament.

is neither humble nor arrogant, even in the face of himself, there is no sense of panic and cowering.

Born with a big heart!

Du Wenxing didn't know that the governor of the prefecture was observing him.

He cautiously bypassed the puddles of blood on the ground, came to the corpse of a black-clothed bandit and crouched down, and felt his hand around the wound.

It is slightly cool, which is not the cold when a person loses his body temperature after death, but it is a little colder.

And the muscles in the wound are stiffer than the muscles in other places.

Of course, this difference is very subtle, and if it weren't for Du Wenxing's carefulness, it would be difficult to notice.

Du Wenxing touched a few more corpses, most of them were in the same situation, he stood up and looked at the cell.

The black-faced man and his comrades were locked up in basically the same cell, about five or six paces long and wide, with a thick wooden fence in front of the door, three walls, and a window the size of a human head above the back wall, which was blocked by an iron bar.

This pattern basically excludes sneaking in from the outside, and there is only one way to enter the main entrance of the prison.

But what if the murderer didn't go into the cell?

Du Wenxing touched his chin and fell into deep thought.