The first cause of all realms

Chapter 9
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Thunder Snake streaked across the sky, and rain fell.

A young policeman in a saponin suit came out of the courtyard and opened his umbrella to shield the middle-aged man who looked like an iron tower from the raindrops.

"Wang Tou, there are two dead people. The male is Wang Liu, a rascal on the street, and the female is Wang Yunhua, his concubine."

The young policeman reported the case concisely:

"The assailant must have a background in martial arts. The woman's neck was slashed open, and the man's head was chopped off from behind...

The murder weapon should be a dagger..."

Wang Fobao walked into the courtyard with a stern face and said nothing. Several police officers carefully searched for clues, and Wu Zuo was doing an autopsy.

"Wang Tou, the murderer was very cautious, and the rain came so fast that there were no traces in the courtyard... The perpetrator should be a veteran, with neat techniques and extremely cruelty."

Another policeman came forward to report: "The deceased's body has been turned over, and there is no softness in the house. Maybe he is asking for money?"

"Do not."

Sweeping lightly across the courtyard, Wang Fobao pointed to the only footprint in the courtyard that had not been washed away by the rain, and said:

"The murderer should have smashed open the wooden door here. Judging from his figure, he should be a little thin. He may have a foundation in martial arts, but his methods are not very clever."

Several policemen also looked at the footprints in the yard.

"The wound on the corpse seems to be caused by a short knife, but its shape is more like the standard waist knife of the Yamen. As for the wound that looks like a short knife, it may also be..."

Wang Fobao kept silent, but there were ripples in his eyes.

"Look for someone to collect the corpse. If there are no relatives or friends, wrap it in a mat and throw it to Xishan."

Reaching out to take the oil-paper umbrella from his subordinate, Wang Fobao didn't say much, turned around and left the place, walking into the wind and rain.

"Yes, I have to pay for another mat."

Seeing that Wang Fobao was far away, the several arresters looked at each other quickly, feeling a little pained.

They had investigated it before coming here.

These two people, one widowed and the other widowed, rented someone else's yard, and it was ransacked. Even if they had relatives and friends, they might not collect their bodies.

That's all money...

……

Swing the knife!

Swing the knife!

Swing the knife!

In the cauldron of gluttony, Yang Jue completely forgot himself, swung a broken knife impenetrably, completely immersed in practicing the knife.

It expresses the fear and restlessness in the heart after the murder.

Hey~
I don't know how long it took until the progress bar on the cauldron wall changed again before he slowly retracted the saber.

Opening his eyes again, looking at the familiar roof, Yang Qiu was a little dazed.

After venting overnight, his heart has calmed down, but for a while, he still feels a little uncomfortable.

This is not the fear after the murder, but the panic brought about by overthrowing the worldview established only 20 years ago in his previous life.

I am a law-abiding person...

"Wei He, is he really just an executioner? Or..."

Sitting up with his clothes together, Yang Qiu was still a little dazed.

Recalling Wei He's understatement of human life, he was still at a loss.

dong dong dong~
There was a gentle knock on the door.

There was an angry voice from outside the door: "Sister-in-law, are you home? It's me, Buddha."

Buddha treasure?

Wang catches the head!
Yang Yue's heart tightened, his spine felt cold, and a layer of goose bumps couldn't help but appear on his body.

After all, he worked in the Yamen, so he naturally knew Wang Fobao.

This king catcher is ruthless, very skilled in capturing prisoners, and his methods are ruthless. He is a well-known cruel official in Heishan City.

It is even bigger than the name of the one-county parent 'Sanchi Liu' who may not be promoted once a month.

"Didn't it mean that he was seriously injured on the way to escort the prisoner to Qingzhou? Is that all right?"

The cruel official came to the door just after killing someone, and Yang Qiu couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

Granny Yang has already opened the door, wiped her hands, and took the wine and meat handed over: "Here you are, what do you bring?"

"It's getting cold, sister-in-law remember to add some clothes."

Wang Fobao entered the courtyard with an umbrella, and while greeting Granny Yang, he lifted his eyelids, and his cold eyes passed through the window and hit Yang Qiu.

"What a sharp gaze..."

Yang Jue's heart trembled, his expression remained calm, but the hairs on his back exploded.

"Remember, remember."

Granny Yang forced a smile on her face, and said that she had to attend to the funeral of her old man tomorrow, and told him to come.

"Brother Yang..."

Wang Fobao's tone paused, his complexion softened a bit, and there was a look of shame in his eyes: "Brother Yang, he just disappeared..."

Looking at the old woman who was much more haggard than before, Wang Fobao's tone was choked, and he could not continue.

The jailer didn't have the duty of escorting the prisoners, but he asked them to pass because he killed and injured a lot of them.

did not expect……

"Even if he disappears, making a memorial tablet is just a thought after all, isn't it? If he can't come back..."

The old woman's expression was gloomy, and she summoned Wang Fobao into the room with force, and went to the kitchen to prepare meals.

"Wang catcher."

Yang Ju suppressed the panic in his heart, stepped forward to salute, and thanked him for approving his leave these days.

"A great job."

Glancing at the empty house that was almost sold out, Wang Fobao spoke coldly and bluntly:
"The knife is good, but it's too immature."

"what?"

Yang Ju's face was blank, as if he couldn't understand: "Wang catcher, but what happened in the city?"

Killing people may be due to a moment of anger, or it may be the request of Old Man Wei.

But Yang Qiu is not a stunned young man. When he went, he covered his face to avoid any possibility of being discovered, and quickly cleaned up after the murder.

I thought to myself that even if I had a motive and no evidence, the yamen would not be able to hold me.

"Two people died in the west of the city. Coincidentally, one is Wang Yunhua who came to the door before, and the other is Wang Liu who was trying to intercept you at the city gate."

"What's more coincidental is that both of them were killed by a broken knife, and judging from the angle of the knife wound, the perpetrator's height and build are about the same as yours."

Wang Fobao stared deeply at Yang Yu: "Do you think it's a coincidence?"

"Ah? Was Wang Liu killed?"

Yang Yu was nervous, but anger flashed across his face: "Good death! I don't know how many people have been bullied in this Wang Liu rampant street, maybe they were killed by a passing hero!"

There are many kinds of people.

Some people become incoherent when they panic, while others become calmer when they are nervous.

Yang prison is the latter.

While he was replying, he was recalling what he did last night, thinking that there were no traces left.

Then, kill him and deny it!

"Wang Liu deserves to die."

Wang Fobao nodded, seeming to agree.

Yang Qiu was taken aback for a moment, and saw the cold-faced official walking to the window, reaching out to take the broken knife on the window sill in his hand.

"You washed it very well, but it's a pity that the smell of blood is not so easy to wash off."

With his back to Yang Yu, Wang Fobao looked at the wind and rain outside the window, and seemed to have a feeling:
"Perhaps a rascal like Wang Liu really deserves to die. But if everyone in the world is like you, what will it be like?"

At this point, Wang Fobao shook his wrist, and the broken knife sank into the wind and rain with a 'buzz' sound, and plunged straight into the yellow mud, so deep that the handle could not be seen.

"This is Brother Yang's pension. Take your mother-in-law and go find a place to live in the inner city!"

Wang Fobao took out a cloth bag from his arms, and patted it on the window sill with a 'snap'.

Turn around, open an umbrella, and go out.

Yang Jue stared blankly at the figure in the rain drifting away, but there was still a voice echoing in his ears:
"You, do it yourself!"

(End of this chapter)