Nongmen Shenjue

Song Qicai!Wan Peng's master.

Song Qicai died on the Double Ninth Festival last year. The custom of the Double Ninth Festival is to climb high. Song Qicai had an appointment with a friend. Unexpectedly, his friend hadn't seen him for a long time and thought there was some delay. The clinker Song Qicai had already fallen to his death at the foot of the mountain.Judging from the condition of the corpse, it was face down, fell from a very high place, and fell very badly.

There was no mention of the existence of the blue-skirted girl, and everyone thought it was an accident.

Wanpeng also gave the Song family a sum of funeral money and Cheng Yi, and Song's wife and children took Song Qicai's coffin back to his hometown for burial.

From the facts of the case, the master has no sense of existence, but Song Qicai's advice must have been indispensable for Wanpeng's actions.Now that Master Song Qicai is doomed to die, what about Wan Peng, who is the presiding judge?

Tomorrow night is Qixi Festival, which day will the murderer choose to attack?

Mu Qingyan immediately got up and went to the county office.

As soon as he walked to the door, the door suddenly shut silently and automatically.

Mu Qingyan was startled, quickly took a few steps back, and scanned the room vigilantly: "Who is it?"

In fact, in the next second, he had already realized that this investigation was forced, and someone was secretly watching.His eyes fell on the paper on the table, the words "Song Qicai" were very prominent on the white paper, so the people behind the scenes wanted to stop him from notifying the government?

Even so, he is not surprised.

The other party only asked him to find answers, but never said to rescue potential victims, let alone make the case clear.The other party is not a "violent policeman" or a "scavenger", but just a bystander watching the show.Now, the other party feels that his actions may affect the "viewing of the show", so he acts to stop him.

Mu Qingyan relaxed slowly, and no longer insisted on going out.

He remembered that Yan Lang should take someone to Shipo Village to arrest people tonight, not in the city.

In addition, he remembered Song Qicai's death.

Unlike others, the murderer did not choose to kill the rest of the Song family to make Song Qicai suffer, but chose to kill Song Qicai himself.Song Qicai was also different from the other deceased in terms of class, at least as a master, Song Qicai decided to a certain extent the outcome of the case seven years ago.

Then, correspondingly, the murderer must also regard the prefect Wanpeng as the target of revenge, and it is very likely that he will choose to kill Wanpeng directly.Wanpeng is the magistrate after all, and it is not easy to kill him.

It was already late when Yan Lang got the news from Liu Tong. By the time he gathered his men and drove them out of the city, it was already dark.When the group arrived at Shipo Village, there were too few people in the village who were willing to stay up all night with lights on, and every house was pitch black, but some villagers chatted under the old trees at the head of the village.

After finding out the location of Meng Bin's house, they surrounded and searched, but no one was found.

"Boss, no one, the house is empty."

Yan Lang questioned Meng's neighbors.

"Meng Bin? I saw him at dinner. Every family was eating at that time, so I didn't know about it after that."

"Light up the lights!" Yan Lang didn't leave immediately, planning to search first.

The policemen lighted the oil lamps, and the room brightened up.

The Meng family is an ordinary farmer, with a small yard made of yellow mud. Even though he is just a big man, he keeps it clean and tidy.There are two half-brick and half-timber tile houses, some years old, with a stove and a thatched shed for raising livestock and stacking firewood.

Yan Lang saw the room where Meng Bin slept, a simple bed, an old wooden box in the corner, a big wooden table by the window, and a big wooden box with a lock under the table.

Yan Lang asked someone to break the lock of the box, opened the wooden box, and the things inside made his pupils shrink.

Inside are neatly placed rice paper, silk yarns of various colors, coils of iron wire, paint brushes, and various tools.In addition, there are silk figurines of various colors in the bamboo box. Although their identities cannot be identified, judging from the gender and age of the silk figurines, they should be Meng Bin's parents or elders.

Now with these, it can be said that Meng Bin is basically the murderer.

only……

"There is no blue skirt girl."

Every time Meng Bin kills, he will leave a blue skirt girl behind, which means that he has made a lot of them. Now there is no blue skirt girl in the wooden box. Could it be that he has killed all the people he wants to kill?

Yan Lang had an even worse guess, and immediately ordered: "Come here, carry the big wooden box up." Then he asked: "Where is this village?"

"This old man is here, what orders does the catcher have?" Li Zheng hurriedly stood up.

"Meng Bin is a murder suspect. If Meng Bin comes back, report to the government immediately, otherwise he will be punished as an accessory!"

"Yes, yes, catcher, don't worry, our village will not dare to harbor murderers." Li Zheng repeatedly agreed.

Yan Lang left two more police officers to guard, and rushed back to the city with the others.

At the same time, in a certain family in Zaohua Lane in the city, orange oil lamps illuminate the bloodstains in the house, and the air is filled with a thick smell of blood.There was a woman in the kitchen, a young couple by the table in the main room, and a man of about forty with a beard in the yard.

The man was cut in the neck, and the wound was bleeding, but he was not dead.

He is Gao Yi, the secretary of the county government office. He opened his mouth to speak, but he was like a fish paralyzed on the shore, only lingering on his last breath.

In front of him stood a tall man in a black cloak, holding a beautiful girl in a blue skirt in his hand, approaching his eyes.

Gao Yi's eyes widened, full of horror, but he still swallowed his last breath unwillingly.

The black cloak left Gao Yi's house, but the door was only ajar, allowing the smell of blood to lure away the prying eyes.

As soon as Yan Lang returned to the city non-stop, he heard that there was a murder case in Zaohua Lane.After learning the identity of the deceased, his eyelids twitched, and he rushed to Gao's house while thinking about how to deal with it.In Yan Lang's view, the death of the magistrate and others is not unjust, but his wife and children are innocent. If it is not a serious crime of treason, the crime is only on his own body, and his family members are not involved.

Furthermore, no matter what the reason for Meng Bin's murder is, now for revenge, no matter the woman or child, no one will show mercy. It can be seen that hatred has blinded reason, and it is no different from those stupid officials who made unjust cases.

At Gao's house, he found a beautiful woman in a blue skirt.

"Boss, Gao Yi is the magistrate of the county government. Could it be that the murder of his wife seven years ago was Gao Yi's autopsy?" Liu Tong asked.

"Well, he confirmed Yang Sanniang's body." Yan Lang glanced at the scene briefly, and immediately mobilized his staff to go to the magistrate's office for surveillance.He doubted that Meng Bin would not give up tonight. After all, he had been exposed, and the other party would definitely seek revenge from the magistrate.

Yan Lang just rushed to the government office, but saw the door of the government office was open, the lights inside were brightly lit, and two teams of Yamen rushed out with knives.

problem occurs!

"Brother Zhao, stop!" Yan Lang shouted.

A tall and burly man heard the reputation and saw that it was Yan Lang, with a smile on his face: "Brother Yan, why are you here? You came at the right time! I am worried about the lack of manpower, so bring the people under your command. "

This big man is the leader of the military room in the government office, and he is politely called "Zhao Jingcheng", or "Zhao Bingshu".The Fu Ya Bing Fang is in charge of the government soldiers, the people, and the public security.

"Brother Zhao, do you want to tell me what happened?" Yan Lang asked.

Zhao Dahan said: "To tell you the truth, something serious has happened! Tonight, the son of the magistrate's family took the young lady out to watch the lamp, and there were a dozen or so maids accompanying him, but the young master and young lady were robbed by chance. The magistrate was out socializing, just now Let someone report the news, the prefect's wife was so anxious that she fainted, and ordered me to find Miss Gongzi immediately. I reckon that someone who has the guts to rob someone must be an unusual person, so the more people you have, the better. Brother Yan, you always If you are courageous and resourceful, I, Lao Zhao, will obey you, you have to help my brother this time, otherwise we will not be able to bear the blame from the magistrate."

Sure enough, the worst case scenario.

Yan Lang was afraid of irritating him, and even more afraid of irritating the prefect Wanpeng, so he restrained himself from telling the truth.

"Brother Zhao, what can I say? That's fine. Tonight, my group of brothers will be at the disposal of Brother Zhao." The most urgent thing is to find someone.

It's just that Meng Bin just killed four members of Gao's family, and kidnapped Mrs. Wan so soon?After all, they are the sons and daughters of the magistrate's family, with so many people around, how did Meng Bin do it alone?Yan Lang doesn't believe that Meng Bin is so powerful, he thinks there must be an accomplice!

All the hands were thrown out, but it still felt that it was not enough.

Wan Peng was invited to the banquet. He listened to the lady Huakui playing a song in Hualou, and when he got the news, he smashed his wine glass angrily.

"Brave maniac! How unreasonable! Close the city gate! Close the city gate immediately!" The entire Guanglin Mansion was Wan Peng's hall of speech. He was used to being proud of the spring breeze, but when this happened suddenly, he was not only worried about his children, but also angry at being offended.

Furthermore, the ones who were taken away were his legitimate sons and daughters, not only the heart and soul of their husband and wife, but also the grandsons and granddaughters loved by his father-in-law.Especially for her daughter who has already been married by her father-in-law as a matchmaker. If this incident happens at this time, the consequences are unimaginable.

"Master Zhifu, someone sent something." The master came in and reported cautiously.

This master has just arrived, and he hasn't figured out Wanpeng's temperament and behavior yet, so he has always been cautious and refrained from speaking.This time following the magistrate to the banquet, it would have spoiled the magistrate's interest, he was in the next room.

"Who sent it?" Wan Peng asked impatiently.

"It's a man in a black cloak. That man just gave the box to the girl in the building and left." The master held a four or five inch long wooden box in his hand. The box was very ordinary and not heavy.

"Open it!" Wan Peng didn't go to pick up the wooden box, and was always vigilant in his heart.

The master slowly opened the wooden box, and when he saw the contents in the box, he accidentally knocked it over in surprise.

A beautiful woman in a blue skirt fell out of the box!

Everyone's face changed, including Wanpeng!

Now in Guanglin Mansion, everyone in the blue skirt knows the beautiful woman, and it is more clear that where the blue skirt appears, it means death!

Wan Peng thought it was a threat, and his eyes turned red with anger!

Master calm down, after all, he only came to Guanglin Mansion two months ago: "My lord, there is a piece of paper."

The master was talking about building up the paper, and when he opened it, there were only two simple words on it: "Find Yang Sanniang, exchange the son and daughter, the time limit is seven days, and the body will be collected after the time limit."