Cold-blooded Marshal Evil Charm Military Doctor

The knife wound is deep, but the knife mark is not big, excluding the kitchen knife and Japanese knife, who did it?

Dahu is not a fool. He can perceive that this matter is not simple. Due to psychological effects, he should be cautious: "Dachun, go to Widow Li's house and bring her over to ask for clarification. Can't wait any longer."

Dachun responded, raised a torch, took a brother and left, and went to Widow Li's house.

With such a commotion outside, Zhan Qingcheng can guess all kinds of things here, and it is very likely that he killed the person.

The old woman was very upset, but there was nothing she could do, she could only pretend to be calm.

At this moment, Du Hu was upset and irritable, he kept walking up and down, waiting for the result, sang empty city tricks in his belly, and impatiently went to find someone to make hot soup himself.

The door was slapped. The wooden door was not strong in the first place, and it would inevitably break if Dug slapped it like this. "Open the door, open the door!"

Zhan Qingcheng has already woken up. He has always been a light sleeper. He has been feverish in such a cold day. If he doesn't drink medicine to keep warm, he may have to go to the west in three days.

The old lady and Xiaohui woke up from the dream, and opened the door frightened.

"Gaha, you dawdling bitch, I'm hungry, make me some hot soup."

The two nodded, and the next second, Duo poked his probe inside, found nothing, touched his nose and left.

The hot soup was served on Dahu's table, and Dachun also brought her here from Widow Li's house, panting.

"Boss, when I took my brother to her house, I asked her to come with us, but this woman wanted to escape."

Widow Li has been crying all the time, she really doesn't know anything, who is not afraid of being called to the bandit den?

Dahu became impatient with her crying, and asked ferociously, "Say, did you kill Da Meng?"

Widow Li cried again and again, yelling for injustice, "I didn't kill it, I didn't have the guts to kill Dameng, and I, a woman, didn't have such strength."

Dahu thinks so, Widow Li and Da Meng have been together for so long, she would have killed her long ago, and Widow Li still has a son waiting for Da Meng to raise, Widow Li can't act rashly.

But Dameng didn't offend the Japanese, so it is very likely that he killed him!

"Let's go to the cooking lady."

This woman does not have the strength to kill Dameng, but it is inevitable that she will cover this man.

A group of people rushed to the thatched cottage, Dug kicked it away, those torches could almost set the thatched cottage on fire.

Xiaohui stood aside very scared, the old woman patted her on the shoulder silently to comfort her.

"Did you see the stranger? It should be a man."

The old woman shook her head, and the tiger stared at her suspiciously, narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

"Search for me."

It can be seen at a glance where the beans are bigger, but they cooperated with the search but found nothing.

Things that were originally neat were messed up, and some broken bowls were smashed to the ground.

The person on the east side of the search said: "Boss, I didn't find anything."

The person who searched the west said: "Boss, there is nothing here."

Dumb had no choice but to take the man away, making a false alarm.

Dachun was puzzled, "Boss, why do you suspect Mrs. Cooking Vegetables?"

"I'm not suspicious of her, but this woman likes to meddle in other people's business the most, and she's most afraid of people being hidden by her."

Dachun has always been big-hearted, and said bluffingly: "No way, there is no way to hide people in this big place, boss."

Du Hu thought that maybe he was too vigilant. Dameng was a good gambler, maybe he would not pay back if he lost the bet, because others were afraid of his power, so they secretly got rid of Dameng.

Thinking about it like this made me feel a lot better, and I took the person back to sleep. Be careful if you have a fever if you don't pay attention today.

On the fifth watch, Zhan Qingcheng was woken up, and Xiaohui looked on in a daze, the old lady packed up her things and gave them to Xiaohui to take.

I don't know when the pair of red candles were lit, and they emitted a yellowish light. The snow outside was so heavy that I could only vaguely see a little way.

Pulling Xiaohui to Zhan Qingcheng's side, the old woman pointed at the door and signaled him to leave.

Zhan Qingcheng responded, packed everything up, and held Xiaohui's hand tightly.

The child of a poor family has long been in charge of the family. She knows that her mother-in-law has been looking for someone to adopt her. Even if she doesn't want to leave, she can't let her mother-in-law down. She can come back to save her mother-in-law after she escapes.

With tears in his eyes, he followed Zhan Qingcheng, step by step, Zhan Qingcheng only followed Xiaohui in unfamiliar places.

Zhan Qingcheng walked a few steps, Xiaohui's tears dripped a few drops, ran back and said with difficulty: "Mother-in-law, don't worry, when I make arrangements for Xiaohui, I will come to pick you up in person. "

The mother-in-law shook her head. With Zhan Qingcheng's serious appearance, I believe he will take good care of Xiaohui. She, an old woman, has nothing on her mind.

These bandits have a lot of evil things, she has secretly hidden the poison long ago, and will cook to poison them all tomorrow.

She won't live long at such an old age, so there's no need to be so troublesome.

Zhan Qingcheng seemed to have guessed something, sighed, and walked forward with Xiaohui who was crying.

"All this is fate, Xiaohui, I will take care of you."

This was the first time Xiaohui heard such words, and she cried even harder.

Zhan Qingcheng didn't comfort her. Sometimes crying is also a way of venting. She doesn't feel right until she doesn't cry.

The sky gradually became brighter, and the wind became stronger. Zhan Qingcheng had a fever, but now he choked on the wind and coughed uncontrollably.

Zhang Tianfei is wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses. He is a tall man with a steady horse gait. He holds a gun in one hand and the handle in the other. It's already landed.

It was a young eagle, the eye was partially pierced by a bullet, and the eyeball was gone.

Zhang Tianfei scratched his head, there were still people wandering around in such a cold day, the younger one's lips turned purple from the cold.

Zhang Tianfei said dissatisfiedly: "Where is Gaha? It's so cold today, you two are here to Gaha?"

Zhan Qingcheng's hat was blown away by the wind when he came here, Xiaohui still wanted to chase it back, Zhan Qingcheng shook his head and signaled that he didn't want it, and it was really unnecessary to take this risk for a hat after finally getting here .

Zhan Qingcheng has a shawl in his hair and a little girl with him. If he still wears a hat, he looks like a man, but now he looks like two sisters who are fleeing.

If Zhan Qingcheng hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't believe it. His marksmanship is so powerful, and he can hit the young eagle so accurately in such a strong wind. If he can use it for him, he will definitely achieve great things.

"What's your name?"