The husband who pretended to be the murderer was still alive, but the real murderer who was arrested together died in prison. When Zhao Wu'an and Dailou Sangyu arrived, Hu Buxi was already standing at the door of the cell, scratching his ears and cheeks. Hoarse cries were heard from the prison.

Seeing that Zhao Wu'an was coming, the jailers politely gave way to it, and Zhao Wu'an and Hu Buxi glanced at each other and walked in. The woman's body was still lying behind the cell door, while her husband clung to the railing with his hands and wailed loudly.

"Biting her tongue and committing suicide, I thought I committed suicide in fear of sin, so I let her husband go. Hu Buxi pointed to the man who was kneeling in front of the cell door and crying silently, "It's quite infatuated to be harmed like this by my wife." I really haven't seen much of this kind of person, Lao Hu. ”

"Isn't it what you're best at dealing with this kind of person?" Zhao Wu'an said, "Anyway, I haven't seen anyone more undisciplined than you. ”

"You can't say that, Qiao Xi is in the backyard, what should I do if I hear it. Hu Buxi crossed his waist and was serious, and as soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward and kicked the man lightly, "Get out of the way, the two Zhejiang chief arresters are going to investigate the case, what are you crying and crying here in broad daylight, if you don't leave, I'll lock you up." ”

The man wiped tears on his face and said, "I just want to be buried with my mother!"

"Bury your head. Hu Buxi had no patience, the handle of the Hu knife hit the back of the man's head at once, and the force was just right, and the man who was already crying and fainting was knocked unconscious at once, and was dragged out of the door by two jailers.

Zhao Wu'an didn't say a word from beginning to end, and waited for the unconscious man to be carried away before he stepped forward. A jailer opened the cell door, and Zhao Wu'an walked in and looked around.

The cell was very ordinary, a square place, with a window of light above the head, the floor was piled with straw, and in the corner a slightly thicker piece, covered with a cotton cloth, where the prisoners slept. The woman fell to the bars of the cell door, her face distorted, blood spilling from her mouth in a chilling way.

Zhao Wu'an stepped forward and unceremoniously opened the corpse's mouth, and nothing foreign fell out, only a blur of flesh and blood.

"It shouldn't be this time to bite your tongue and kill yourself. Zhao Wu'an said, "If she really had the guts, she should have killed herself by biting her tongue last night." ”

Hu Buxi propped up the railing of the cell door with his hand, and said disapprerovingly: "But your tongue has been bitten out, right? The teeth were clenched so tightly that it was like biting his tongue and dying. ”

"Wrong. Zhao Wu'an smiled faintly, "After the root of the tongue is broken, it enters the trachea, which may lead to suffocation, but in this process, the teeth must be open, and the probability of death is very low." If you don't believe you, bite your tongue and try it yourself?"

Hu Buxi shrunk his neck: "Believe in it, believe in it, what the boss says, how can there be any reason not to believe it." ”

Zhao Wu'an stood up: "So he killed." ”

This time, not only Hu Buxi, but all the jailers made surprised voices: "Huh?"

Hu Buxi is straightforward, and there are few people in his subordinates, so the prison head immediately said solemnly to Zhao Wu'an: "These two prisoners, I have listened to the words of the chief arrester and strictly guarded them, and recently there are plenty of manpower, and the brothers who work in shifts for four shifts can be said to have never let go of them. There were also people patrolling outside, and Hugh said that it was a big living man, even a fly, and I am afraid that he had not been able to fly in through this window for the past few hours. ”

Truly. The cell door is not a secret room without holes, but there are jailers in front and guards in the back, and even if you enter through the window to kill, you will definitely be discovered.

"Then there is only the possibility of poisoning. ”

Hu Buxi nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll go and order you to prepare, and before dusk, the results will come out." ”

After speaking, the resolute Hu Buxi wanted to turn around and go out, and when he stepped out of the prison door with his first half of his foot, he heard Zhao Wu'an sigh: "This is the seventh." ”

Hu Buxi was stunned.

Zheng Rong did not carry anything on him and died, but his bronze mirror was in the woman's hand. I was wrong last night. Zhao Wu'an turned around, "Shi Huan's token is not a wine cup, nor is it a bronze mirror." The bronze mirror is a token of Zheng Rong, representing that this woman is the next deceased. In this series of deceased, everyone has objects closely related to the latter person, but from Shi Huan to Zheng Rong, this link is broken. ”

This missing link is likely to be the most critical part of the whole case.

The key is, what is Shi Huan's token?

"Could it be a ritual?" Inspired by Zhao Wu'an, Hu Buxi also suddenly proposed a possibility, "The connection between them, such suggestiveness, is too obvious. I think it's quite possible that the latter person killed the previous one, took his token, and then was killed by the next person. ”

Hu Buxi's conjecture is very reasonable. In any case, this way of killing people and taking tokens is too weird, and the murderer of Zheng Rong is very likely to be this woman named Jiang Xinzhu who died here. Pushing forward one by one, Shi Huan's death, Zheng Rong, who lives on the lonely mountain, is also very suspicious, Guo Feng, as a boxer, also has enough strength to move Pang Hai down the embankment, Shi Huan is a weak scholar, but a stone, with a little effort, can still be lifted, and it doesn't seem too difficult to smash an unsuspecting little monk on the head.

"There are two places that can't be explained. First, after the incident, the government did not inform the people on a large scale, but they all had the intention to go to Hangzhou. Zhao Wu'an said, "The second point, although the suspicion of Zheng Rong and Jiang Xinzhu is very obvious, Deng Lei and Guo Feng do not seem to have the time to commit the crime. ”

The two places pointed out by Zhao Wu'an were very to the point, and Hu Buxi also fell into deep thought for a while. When the guards saw two people standing in the cell discussing the case, they couldn't stand or leave for a while, so they had to look at each other.

Suddenly, Hu Buxi patted his head, Zhao Wu'an looked over with a little curiosity, but saw Hu Buxi straighten his clothes and said seriously: "I should go to Qiao Xi to get medicine." I don't believe that she can still chase me away if I am so persevering. ”

Zhao Wu'an said helplessly: "Bullied her and didn't want to go back to Gushan, but detained her in the mansion? ”

Hu Buxi grinned: "A name is just a title." If you think it is, Sang Yu also thinks it looks alike, then it's no problem. Since she said that her name is Qiao Xi, then Lao Hu I will make an oath not to marry that moth He Yanshan, but to marry this living Qiao Xibei. ”

He said with a spring breeze on his face.

Zhao Wu'an's face moved slightly, and he couldn't bear to point out that Hu Buxi was hiding in the dark, and the hand holding the knife trembled. The knife in Hu Buxi's hand has never trembled in his memory.

"Then I'll wish you success. Zhao Wu'an folded his hands.

"Thank you, Boss. Hu Buxi smiled, and ran out to buy medicine. Zhao Wu'an looked back at Jiang Xinzhu's corpse and said to the prison head: "Shouting, I have experienced the corpse." When the result came out, it was sent to Hu Zhutou's court. ”

The head of the prison answered, and Zhao Wu'an slowly walked out of the dungeon. The sun outside was just right, shining a little hot, but Zhao Wu'an felt relieved. has been staying in a depressing place, and his heart is also quite heavy.

Jiangnan Road was hunted down, Liangzhejiang Road was surging, and people died one after another, and behind all this, the shadow of the ten-year bitter battle between the Great Song Dynasty and the Ye-making Kingdom faintly emerged.

Zhao Wu'an felt that if he continued to investigate, he would probably involve some great people, but the closer he got to the truth, the more excited he became, every time. Although behind these dead people may be an open and secret struggle between the two kingdoms, Zhao Wu'an is still not afraid and moves forward brazenly.

After walking a few steps in the palace, a great murderous aura suddenly rushed in front of him.

Zhao Wu'an hadn't felt such a strong momentum for a long time, and it was obvious that the strength of the comer was not low. At the end of the long green brick road, a man in a dark robe wearing a crown of hair and a purple and gold hairpin swayed over, walking slowly, but moving at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two of them had almost shortened by thirty paces.

The path leads straight to the side gate of the Hangzhou Mansion, a full 200 steps, there is no fork in the road, both sides are blue tiles and white walls, painted with light red paint, to show that it is a public place.

The other party's friend or foe is unknown, Zhao Wu'an shouted from afar: "Trespassing on public territory, where are you?"

The man suddenly told a cold joke: "I can't swim." ”

Zhao Wu'an was speechless. He has been choking people with cold jokes for so many years, and he was finally choked by others.

The distance between the two shortened to twenty paces, and the man suddenly accelerated. Zhao Wu'an, who knew that the comer was not good, didn't dare to say more, kicked the ground, and in an instant, reversed backwards to open up the distance, and picked mulberries and the Bodhisattva out of the sword box.

Among the six flying swords, only these two swords have the most murderous intent, and they are the most suitable against the awe-inspiring killing intent of the man's whole body.

When the sword came out of the box, Zhao Wuan's face was obviously a little gray. The art of sword control has never been an easy trick, and Zhao Wu'an has worked hard to this day, and he can only support five flying swords out of the sheath at the same time.

Picking mulberries and bodhisattvas is the most suitable way to deal with the enemy.

The man approached quickly, with his bare hands, but with a large sword behind him. Zhao Wu'an's retreat was obviously no match for the speed of his advance, and by the time he was still seventy steps away from the open ground at the entrance of the path, he had already reached the point of hand-to-hand combat.

Two flying swords slashed in front of the man, one after the other, briefly halting his advance. However, before Zhao Wu'an could catch his breath, the man stretched out two fingers and shook his back, and a blue light slid out of the scabbard.

Reaching out to hold the big sword, Zhao Wu'an suddenly fell into the man's attack range again, the giant sword swept, and the sword wind tore through a piece of air, exuding a scorching aura.

Zhao Wuxin moved. He hadn't seen this sword before, but he had seen its description not so long ago.

Drink the greedy spring and feel refreshed, and be happy when it dries up. It is about one and a half palms wide, four feet seven inches long, and the person who cast this sword has been an official to the three-grade feudal official, although he is a civil official, but he has great ambition and pride, and makes a giant sword to show his own courage and loyalty.

It's a good drink.

Zhao Wu'an took three steps back, and another poppy came out and hung in front of him.