Chapter 218 Flying Head (Ask for Subscription)

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Then there was a commotion, and then many men and women rushed out of the building, many of them disheveled and white. The business in broad daylight is so good, it can be seen that this drunken sound shop is really worthy of its reputation.

The Chu River went against the flow of people and quickly rushed into the attic.

grabbed the old bustard who was standing at the door with a pale face and jumped in a hurry and said, "I'm Dali Temple, tell me what's going on here?"

Shaking the waist card in front of the old bustard, the old bustard suddenly collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been removed, and howled like a pig: "This lord! This official! I really don't know anything! We are all serious businessmen here, and we never thought that there would be a lawsuit!"

Chu He raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense! Don't be clever for me! Tell me, which room is the corpse in?"

The dry howl in the old bustard's mouth stopped abruptly, and he pointed to the door of a room on the third floor and said, "It's in Liu'er's room on the third floor!

Chu He directly exerted force under his feet, and Zhenyuan was agitated, and he flew up and landed at the door of the room.

The door was ajar, and there was a pool of blood stains inside, and a corpse was lying in a pool of blood, the head was next to the corpse, and its eyes were bigger than a copper bell, as if it was still unbelievable before death, some kind of fact.

Chu He grabbed the hair from the head, ignoring the dripping blood that stained his boots red.

"It's the thief king of the night! someone found him before me and cut off his head!"

Chu He was still observing the scene, and the sound of hurried footsteps came from downstairs.

"The Criminal Department is handling the case! The idle people left quickly. A criminal department official with a mustache strode in, followed by more than a dozen criminal department officials who were all cultivators.

Chu He put down the head of Ye Wuyi, took out his waist card, and signaled to the official of the Criminal Department: "Dali Temple handles the case! This person is related to the theft of the Tianhou Fengchai, and his body is also asked to help transport it back to Dali Temple." ”

Of course, Dali Temple can't control the Criminal Department, but the case of Tianhou Fengchai is very important, and the officials of the Criminal Department with a mustache heard that it was related to this case, so they were already a little intimidated, and when they heard Chu He say that Dali Temple was fully managed, they hurriedly nodded and said: "Since it is a case of Dali Temple, we should cooperate." ”

"A few people will wrap up the corpse and send it to Dali Temple!"

There was no hesitation at all, and I wanted to get rid of it immediately.

Chu He looked at the scene that had been made a mess because everyone from the Criminal Department came in, frowned, glanced at the official of the Criminal Department with a mustache, and asked Lao Bustard to mention a few women who were responsible for serving Ye Wuyi at that time, and returned to Dali Temple together.

The matter of interrogating those fireworks women is naturally handled by the prison officials of Dali Temple, and there is no need to worry about Chu He.

What these women can know, these prison guards who are experienced in interrogation will definitely be able to pick them all out.

Chu He is now in the dossier to find more information related to Ye Wuyi.

From Dali Temple to Zuiyin Fang, in less than half an hour, Ye Wuyi just died, and his head was cut off with a knife. No matter how you think about it, it seems to be deliberate.

And in Dali Temple, there must be each other's eyeliner.

So what is the purpose of the other party?

Assuming that the person who put the phoenix hairpin is really nothing more than night, this is a simple murder, then this time is too coincidental.

"It's as if someone really wants to put this black cauldron on Ye Wuyi's brain, and then come to death without proof. ”

Of course, it is not excluded that reverse thinking is used. ”

"This is the real trouble, making what was originally a simple thing complicated. What was originally just a simple investigation of some clues has now turned into solving a murder case. ”

"Although, the more you do, the more flaws you will expose. But if it is just to muddy the waters and deliberately delay the case time of Dali Temple, it is just right to do so. ”

"It's just Dali Temple, if you can't solve the case within seven days, who is it good for?"

Countless questions flashed in Chu He's mind at once, but he kept looking at some specific information about Ye Wuyi.

This guy is worthy of the name of the king of thieves, and he has stolen a lot of good things over the years, but he has never been caught. Many times, he didn't even know how he got into the secret room and stole the treasure.

You must know that even the so-called stealth technique does not really hide the traces of existence, it just disappears under the nose of people.

There are many ways to break the invisibility, the most common being sprinkling black dog blood or spreading flour on the ground.

And these methods, which have been used against the theft of the night, have no effect.

"But... Why are all the stolen small objects? The biggest one is just a calligraphy of Wang Youjun. Chu He put down the dossier and walked out of the dossier vault.

The night is deep, and it is pitch black in Dali Temple.

As the department in charge of the trial of criminal and prison cases, Dali Temple has much less manpower than the criminal department.

In the dead of night, there was hardly any sound to be heard except for the footsteps of the patrolling officials.

Chu He, however, felt a slight movement because of his strong spiritual power and his soul touch.

There was no sound under his feet, but the man had already flown quickly to the morgue.

I saw that on the bed board where the corpse of Ye Wuyi was originally placed, the headless corpse suddenly sat up.

There was a strange handprint in his hand, and there were no sounds, but the frequency of the true element fluctuations was extremely high, oscillating out of the abdomen of the night, as if to convey some kind of message.

After a while, the head, which had been left alone in the autopsy room and waiting to be examined for wounds, slammed open the window from the outside and flew in.

The headless 'corpse' grabbed the flying head and placed it around its neck.

At the wound between the head and the neck, the flesh buds spread up quickly like dense worms, and the wound was quickly healed.

In almost a few breaths, the original scar that had been cracked was gone, and only a shallow red mark remained.

And Ye Wuwu twisted his head, opened his mouth, rolled his eyes, and then took a deep breath, and stepped out, the person had already passed through the wall and appeared outside the morgue.

"This is... Flying Head Technique!" Chu He was surprised.

This kind of flying head technique originally belonged to the witchcraft technique, and Chu He didn't know what the specific principle was. Because when Chu He was the king of Chu, although witchcraft was prevalent in Chu, witchcraft could only be regarded as a partial and unpopular one, and more people practiced barbarian witches and soul witches.

Roughly speaking, Chu He just guessed that this should be a kind of magical and weird witchcraft that fosters Gu worms on his body and uses the human body as a nest for Gu worms, thereby changing the structure of the human body.

Seeing that the night was nothing more than fluttering, floating out of Dali Temple like a gust of wind, Chu He did not stop it, but followed it from a distance.

The thief's tracking technique and concealment technique were activated at the same time, and for a while, he didn't seem to be aware of it.

In the dead of night, even the bustling Shendu will inevitably fall into rest, like a giant beast dormant in the night, and a small noodle stall in the west of the city, the residual lights are muddy, and only a deaf old man is busy in front of the stove.

Of the only two tables, one person already occupies one of them.

Looking at the man's appearance, isn't it the man who slashed Ye Wuyi's neck with a knife, and who is it?