God catches no trace

Chapter 116 Nosha... Town
Book Six: Nosha
Chapter 1: Town

Ping An Town.

night, black.

Bring a little rain.

floating.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is slightly chilly.

The light from the business facades on both sides makes people feel a little courageous.

In the center of the street, the road is not wide.

Occasionally, people with umbrellas pass by in a hurry.

"Listen to the flowers while serving wine, but you can't see the breeze dancing. Find the worldly dream quickly, and you will find nothing is empty."

At this time, a person was holding a jug, shaking his body, walking staggeringly, with messy and uneven lines in his mouth, slowly heading west from the east side of the street.

Suddenly, he staggered and fell.

"This is him, what the fuck is the way, let me stand on my feet, I can't stand still." He cursed, as if he didn't have the gentle mentality that Lingshi just had.

scold to scold.

But there was still a way to go, and he stood up unsteadily.After belching, he took a serpentine step.

One step, two steps, move forward.

About a minute or so.

He felt his head hit an object, why is it so soft?Very comfortable.

Immediately, a woman's scream was heard.

Immediately afterwards, a voice said, "You don't have eyes."

What?I don't have eyes?

"You, you are, you are..." He was tongue-tied, and he tilted his head and glanced.

In front of him, there were two young women holding umbrellas.

One of them looked at him angrily.

"Sister, forget it, this is the famous alcoholic San in the town."

The woman next to him dissuaded.

"I'm Ah, Ah San? You, you are Ah, Ah Si?" Ah San waved the wine pot, took a step sideways, and avoided them. "I'm lazy, lazy, I have to tell you. Go home and sleep."

Family?
Where is his home?It must not be far away.

Ah San walked through the street in a daze, then turned into a secluded alley.

Fortunately, there are still candle lights from the residents' windows, so it is not very dark.

Just a few steps away.

A figure came rushing from a distance.

The alleys are narrow.

Ah San was startled, and her brain instantly became a little clear.

Hastily flashed.

"thump"

The figure fell face-on to the ground.

"Yes, who is it, why are you in such a hurry."

He quickly bent down to help the man up.

This support made him a little scared, the other party's head seemed to fall, leaning against his right shoulder

Ah San glanced at it, but didn't even see it clearly. She let go of her hands and stood up, shaking her brain.

Then he bit his lip with his teeth and found that it was not a dream.

"Someone just laid a murderous hand"

In other words, while running, someone cut his neck with a sharp weapon.

He suddenly raised the flagon, took a sip, and looked around, but found nothing unusual. He knew in his heart that the murderer had already gone away.

Alas, bad luck.

After drinking once, I encountered such a thing.

He glanced at the dead man's face inadvertently.

Hey, why does it look familiar?

The eyes gather together again.

Isn't this the talented Hu Qiba who came to live here three years ago?
Who would be so cruel to kill a poor scholar?

It's really confusing, if you can't figure it out, don't think about it, what does it matter to me?Tomorrow, the Pengzhou Yamen will come and think about it.

Ah San took a few steps forward, stopped and came back.

As long as I don't wander around the scene and take a look, it should be fine.After thinking about it, he squatted down.

I began to look at the neck of the deceased who was cut by a sharp weapon: I found that it was very neat, more neat than a one-size-fits-all one, and the only thing connected to the head was a little skin on the neck.

When I touched it carefully with my hand, except for the sticky blood, it was basically smooth.

He has seen a lot of swords, knives and other wounds, and they will never be so delicate.

What sharp weapon caused it?It seems so strange.

Sigh, forget it, I have a headache thinking about it, I definitely don’t know it now, since that’s the case, let’s keep it in my heart.

After thinking about it, his eyes moved down, and he saw something in his pocket.

So, I stretched out my hand and took it out. It was paper that was squeezed into a ball.

It is extremely normal for a scholar to have such a thing in his pocket.

Ah San let out a long breath and wanted to throw it away.

No, scholars generally cherish pen, ink and paper, and it is impossible to squeeze them into balls and put them in their pockets.

have a question.

Open it if in doubt.

He stretched out the paper with both hands.

It may be careless, or it may be too careless.

Just halfway there, I saw a shiny little thing falling straight to the ground, making a slight noise.

Ah San bent down to pick it up, put it in her hand, and took a look: it was a little thicker than a needle, the same length, and made of pure gold.

Strange, what?Could it be for this that he died?If the guess is right, then it's a clue.

He smiled and said to himself: "Tomorrow there will be a reward, and I can drink for a few more days."

.........

Dawn is coming soon.

Early in the morning.

The news that the scholar Hu Qiba was killed quickly spread throughout the street.

Even Sang Wuhen, Shui Sheng and Li Qiuyu who were about to pass by on horseback.His ears were also filled with the words that a strange and terrifying murder happened here.

When they saw the alley with crowds on the street.

Shui Sheng couldn't hold back her curiosity anymore.

"Brother Wuhen, do you want to go down and find out?"

"Okay, anyway, it's not far from Wuhu Town, and it's still a few days away from Chongyang."

Sang Wuhen got off his horse.

In the alley, several people were maintaining order, but no one in arresting clothes was seen.

Presumably the arrester didn't arrive soon, and the chief of the town and the like were here.

Sang Wuhen, Shui Sheng, and Li Qiuyu walked through the whispering crowd to the murder scene.

Just as he was about to speak to the chiefs who were maintaining order, he accidentally glanced across and found a familiar face.

"Cong three."

Hearing that, the man turned his head and ran into the depths of the alley.

Seeing this, Sang Wuhen slapped an old village chief forcefully, and jumped.

Then do a few somersaults in mid-air, blocking the front all at once.

"Sang, Sang." Qu San's face changed slightly, he didn't know how to address him.

"What did you call me before?"

"Sang, brother Sang."

"Just remember." Sang Wuhen looked at him with pity. "If I hadn't handled it impartially back then, you wouldn't have been dismissed."

"Sang, Lord Sang, the villain has no grudges, should, should." Qu San was a little panicked.

"Brother Wuhen, do you know each other?" Shui Sheng who came after him asked.

"His name is Qu San, and he was also a head catcher six years ago."

"Oh, why is it so...?"

"It's a long story, I'll tell you when I have time." Sang Wuhen obviously didn't want to mention the past at this time.

Shui Sheng smiled slightly, expressing her understanding.

"Master Sang, why did you appear here?"

"Passing by, I heard that there is a horrible murder, come and take a look."

"The murderer's sharp weapon is indeed incredible."

"Have you checked it carefully?" Sang Wuhen was a little surprised, and then he was relieved: Well, I used to have occupational diseases, so it's strange not to look into such things.

Qu San nodded, and told the truth about what happened to him last night.

"I didn't expect that you were a witness."

"Judging from the situation last night, whether the murderer is light work, or killing methods and sharp weapons, I have been a catcher for many years, but I have never seen it." Qu San seemed to have the enthusiasm of the past, and began to have a taste of analysis.

(End of this chapter)