Ex-wife villain

In the center of the Taoist temple is a dilapidated altar. There are cracked incense burners and smoky incense ash remaining on the altar, exuding a rotten smell.

Some tattered lanterns and faded flags hung on the walls on both sides.

The statues of gods enshrined in the temple have long been changed beyond recognition.

And at the foot of the statue, there lay a corpse, disemboweled and in a horrific state of death.

The heart inside has been ripped out.

Coupled with the lingering wisp of evil spirit surrounding it, it was obviously the work of a demon.

The owner of the corpse was a man, about forty years old, with a thin build. There was a fatal wound in his throat, which looked like he had been cut with a sharp weapon. Large stains of blood were scattered on his clothes and chest.

Facing Yuan Anjiang's questioning, Jiang Shouzhong, who had already had a clear view of the scene, said:

“Currently we don’t know where the murderous demon is, we only know that the victim came from the Yunchu Gambling House last night.

Yunchu Gambling House is quite far from Wufengguan, at least two sticks of incense walking distance, so the victim must have come all the way here to meet someone.

And I also concluded that he and the murderous demon... must have known each other. "

Jiang Shouzhong's words stunned everyone present.

Lu Renjia and Zhang Yunwu were even more confused.

What are you talking about?

Although I know that Jiang Shouzhong is very smart and plays the leading role in Fenglei Hall. But everyone knows that you just came to the scene, what are you talking about?

Yuan Anjiang asked coldly: "Why are you so sure that the victim came from a gambling house?"

"This man is an old gambler and hangs out in gambling houses all year round."

"How to prove it?"

Jiang Shouzhong pointed to the corpse on the ground and said:

"This person's right index finger, middle finger and thumb all have calluses, which is unique to old gamblers. And because he often rubs the dice, there are obvious dark frosted marks on his hands, which are different from other skin colors.

Secondly, the first fingertip of his ring finger was deliberately cut with a knife to have straight lines.

This kind of straight pattern is called gambling luck pattern, which means good gambling luck, winning more and losing less. Only gamblers believe this and do such self-deceptive behavior in order to increase their luck. "

Yuan Anjiang carefully observed the corpse's right hand and asked: "There are so many gambling houses in the capital, why are you sure he came from Yunchu Gambling House?"

Jiang Shouzhong pointed to the soles of the corpse's shoes again.

I saw a few petals stuck in the soil on the soles of my shoes.

"This flower is called Zitang Feixue. It was introduced from the West Pansy Country. It blooms differently in four seasons. The flower pieces are in the shape of six petals with a lavender circle around the edge."

Jiang Shouzhong spoke slowly and calmly, "In the entire capital, only the Yin Yue Tower is planted. And the nearest gambling house on that street and the only one that exists is the Yunchu Gambling House."

An official from the Yamen Governor's Office took a petal from the sole of his shoe, looked at it carefully, and nodded lightly to Yuan Anjiang.

At this time, a county police officer hurried over.

He held an investigation handbook in his hand, saluted Yuan Anjiang, and said respectfully:

"Sir, the investigation has been clear. The deceased's name is Ge Dasheng. He lives in Antai Lane. He loves gambling on weekdays. He has no wife and children. He is a bachelor. Someone saw him leaving the Yunchu Gambling House last night, and he has not been seen since. .”

As the policeman finished speaking, the atmosphere in the audience suddenly became delicate.

Lu Renjia's anxious heart finally dropped.

You are still awesome, Xiao Jiang.

Secretly giving Jiang Shouzhong a thumbs up in his mind, Lu Renjia squeezed out a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum on his shoehorned face and said to Yuan Anjiang:

"Sir, we are indeed investigating Yunchu Gambling House, and I believe there will be results soon."

Yuan Anjiang ignored him, looked at Jiang Shouzhong with a look that was no longer contemptuous and scornful, and asked again: "Then why did you say that the murderous monster knew the victim?"

Jiang Shouzhong said: "Judging from the condition of the body, the victim was dead for about three hours. In other words, Ge Dasheng was killed around 2:00 a.m. last night.

For an old gambler like Ge Dasheng, he should be hanging out in the gambling house at this time, but he has traveled so far to come to Wufengguan in the middle of the night, most likely to meet someone, who should have made an appointment with them in advance.

In addition, Ge Dasheng's fatal wound was to his throat, which was obviously cut by a sharp blade, but judging from the wound, it was not as clean and sharp as a master's. "

Jiang Shouzhong slightly raised the chin of the corpse to show it to everyone, and then raised Ge Dasheng's left arm.

"His left hand was stained with blood, especially the index finger and ring finger which were completely smeared with blood. It was obvious that after his throat was cut, Ge Dasheng subconsciously used two fingers to clasp his own trachea.

Because after most people have their throats cut, they do not die from excessive blood loss, but from choking on blood.

The blood flowed out like a warm current along the neck, and the trachea was full of blood. It was impossible to speak, and it was difficult to cough if it was flooded. In this case, people will feel itchy in the trachea, and then subconsciously pick it up with their hands. "

Jiang Shouzhong stood up and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and said slowly to Yuan Anjiang,

"Such a throat-slitting technique, coupled with the fact that there are no traces of struggle in the temple, slit the throat from the front. Only the unexpected action of an acquaintance can achieve it."

Yuan Anjiang narrowed his eyes and gave a conclusion, "So this demon is not very powerful and knows Ge Dasheng."

Just as Jiang Shouzhong was about to nod and speak, Lu Renjia quickly flattered him and said, "Your Excellency, you are really insightful and full of wisdom, which makes people in this humble position admire you."

Jiang Shouzhong rolled his eyes.

Flatterer!

Yuan Anjiang raised his shining eyes and stared at Jiang Shouzhong, "What's your name?"

"Jiang Mo, a humble man."

"Jiang Mo..."

Yuan Anjiang muttered to himself and winked at an official beside him.

The official nodded clearly and secretly wrote it down on the list.

"Hey, isn't this a kohlrabi? I heard that I recently got a job as a supervisor of the Yamen Governor's Office, which is pretty good. When are you going to treat us to a drink?"

At this moment, a delicate and charming female voice suddenly floated from the door.

As the teasing voice with a lazy accent drifted into the audience, a huge black sword swayed into everyone's eyes.

The visitor is a young girl who carries a knife.

The girl has a high nose and fair complexion, like a jade and ice sculpture. The petite and delicate face is more slender than the round oval face, and the figure is quite slender.

Although the waist is delicate and thin, the skirt of the clothes is bulging.

There was also a wine bottle slung around his waist.

But the most eye-catching thing was the big knife she was carrying.

The blade is as black as ink and extremely broad and thick. It is about five feet and one inch long and more than forty centimeters wide. It is far larger than ordinary knives. The blade surface is broad and serrated.

The handle of the knife has a black keel-shaped design.

The blade has no carvings on it, and it is simple and unpretentious, but it exudes a powerful power.

At first glance, it looks more like a tombstone.

That’s why it’s also called the “Tomb Knife”!

Such a heavy broadsword would seem too inappropriate to carry on the back of a rugged swordsman, let alone a petite and delicate girl.

However, the girl's strong and heroic aura mixed with laziness and femininity in her gestures seemed inexplicably consistent with this tomb knife.

One look at him and you will know that he is a master who is not easy to mess with.

Li Nanshuang!

The youngest hall master among the twelve halls with six doors, he is also the most capable boss.

Some people even jokingly called her Uncle Li.

He sleeps until he wakes up naturally every day, eats and drinks and enjoys leisurely life. Sometimes he walks birds and plays crickets, sometimes he goes fishing and plays chess. He has just joined the job at a young age and is already a retired man.