Although Le Wenzhi was a policeman, he had never killed anyone.

At this time, looking at the strong man with a ferocious look in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little fierce.

This man's eyes were full of disbelief and confusion, but although he was born tall and powerful, he lived up to his martial arts skills. Just now, he was not vigilant and unaware, and Le Wenzhi stabbed him in anger, so it had already killed him

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He probably wanted to say something more, but blood came out gurglingly from his mouth, and his grip on the blade of the knife loosened, and he fell to the ground.

Le Wenzhi took a few steps back and loosened his grip on the knife. The man in front of him fell to the ground, with a large amount of blood spreading out from under his body.

He was stunned for a moment, and then quickly looked around. Fortunately, the alley was in a remote location, and there were no pedestrians around at this time, so no one saw him.

Le Wenzhi forced himself to calm down, stepped forward carefully, and slowly pulled out the knife.

He hastily wiped the knife on the corpse's clothes, then quickly walked into the alley and took a detour before returning home.

Le Wenzhi was born in poverty. He had studied but failed to pass the school entrance examination. Later, he asked a distant relative to get a job in the government office, which cost a lot of money. Later, his parents died of illness, and his life became even more difficult.

The most important thing is that he is not alone.

In a small courtyard, a well-dressed woman was washing rice.

At this time, she heard the door ringing and saw her husband returning, and a smile appeared on her face, but before she could say anything, Le Wenzhi went straight to the room.

When Leshi saw the panic in his expression, he quickly wiped his hands and followed him.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Le Wenzhi didn't look at her and hurriedly closed the door.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the courtyard door.

Le Shi, who was already a little uneasy, was startled and subconsciously thought of the basin of blood that Le Wenzhi had just wiped the knife and spilled.

The anxiety in Le Wenzhi's heart had calmed down as he wiped the knife, but at this moment, when he heard the knock on the door, his heart couldn't help but rise again.

Le Shi wanted to get up, but he raised his hand to stop him. He shouted outside: "Who?"

"Hurry up, Detective Le, come out and take a look, he's dead!" someone shouted outside the courtyard gate.

In the room, Leshi whispered: "It's Mrs. Wang from the neighborhood."

Le Wenzhi nodded, picked up the knife and went out.

"Be careful." Leshi said.

Le Wenzhi ignored her.

Leshi sighed, lowered his head and stroked his belly.

…

In addition to Mrs. Wang, there were several elderly people from the neighborhood outside the door, all with anxious expressions on their faces.

After Le Wenzhi opened the door, he asked without changing his expression: "Who is dead?"

"Hey, you bastard Hu Liu." Mrs. Wang spoke quickly.

Next to him, an old man coughed and said, "He is the grandson of Old Man Hu across the street."

Le Wenzhi frowned. He usually helped the neighbors with some chores, but he really didn't pay much attention to the other side of the street, so he couldn't fully identify who lived there.

After listening to the old man's words, he couldn't help but wonder, maybe he had misunderstood before, and Hu Liu was not following him, but wanted to go home?

But why did the other party look at me with such fierce eyes?

Le Wenzhi thought for a while, and then walked forward with the others. Of course, the place he went to was the entrance of the alley where he killed Hu Liu earlier.

There were already patrolling the streets, and there were many people watching. Among them was a rickety old man with a sad look on his face. He was talking to everyone. He must be Hu Liu's grandfather, Old Man Hu.

Le Wenzhi came closer, said hello to several government officials, and then pricked up his ears to listen to what the old man Hu had to say.

"My grandson usually doesn't live at home. He just said he would come back today. I even bought his favorite bacon."

"Sixth son, be honest, who is the damn one who actually killed him?"

"Master, you must catch the murderer!"

"Old man, don't be too sad..."

The old man Hu burst into tears and his nose was full of tears, and the neighbors were trying to persuade him. After a while, the old man was so sad that he fainted.

Le Wenzhi felt a little uncomfortable, but when he saw several government servants coming with his wife from a distance, he felt only panic.

He was from the Yamen, so he naturally knew the sharp eyesight of these gangsters. He was in such a hurry to kill that he didn't have time to deal with the scene. As long as the gangsters took a few glances, they could tell that the murder weapon was a public sword.

At that time, as long as he checks the whereabouts of the person who can hold the knife during the time of Hu Liu's death, he will naturally be suspected.

However, Le Wenzhi was still panicking, and he was still comforting himself in his heart. No one saw him killing people, so he just refused to admit it.

You have to go back and clean the knife and rinse it with soapy water.

Le Wenzhi swallowed in his throat, subconsciously held the knife in his hand tightly, and quietly withdrew from the crowd.

Mrs. Wang and others who had called him here earlier were all looking at the government officials and gangsters surveying the site, and were too busy talking to notice him at all.

However, someone noticed him.

When Le Wenzhi turned the corner and was about to reach his home, he was stopped by someone.

A strong man stood in front with his arms folded and a sneer on his face. He was Tian Meng, the captain of the Jinyi School.

Le Wenzhi pressed the knife subconsciously and glanced left and right. He was thinking of a way out. There was someone from the Yamen in the alley not far away.

"Who are you and why are you blocking the road?" He spoke first.

"Did you kill this person?" This is not a question, but a confirmed fact.

Le Wenzhi's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained motionless, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know." Tian Meng smiled and glanced at his hand pressing the knife, "You saw Hu Liu and others in the old street, and then you met Hu Liu at a noodle stall. On the way home, you saw him following

Later, I thought I was being followed by him, so I killed him with one knife, right?"

Le Wenzhi stepped back, shocked in his heart. He did not expect that his whereabouts in the evening would be noticed by the other party. He knew without even thinking that the person in front of him was really following him!

"Who are you?" His tone trembled slightly.

"Are you checking An Qinghe?" Tian Meng asked back.

Le Wenzhi's heart sank, and he subconsciously thought that what he had done had fallen into An Qinghe's eyes, and the person in front of him was sent by the other party to silence him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel despair. Sure enough, with his modest skills, how could he dare to compete with the chief executive of a government?

Tian Meng said calmly: "That Hu Liu was Yuan Xing's subordinate to Li Er. You must have heard of it. Not long ago, Li Er was killed by Yan Hongran according to family law because he was a member of the Sixth Gate of Fu Yamen.

An undercover agent installed."

Le Wenzhi had not yet heard about the fact that Li Er was an undercover agent, but he also understood at this time that the reason why Hu Liu was hostile to him was because of his status as a police officer, that's all.

He sighed inwardly, feeling a little regretful, not because he regretted the murder, but because he didn't investigate clearly beforehand, so that he now had a clue.

Yes, it left a clue for the person opposite. He vaguely guessed that the other person might not be An Qinghe's person.

And unknowingly, after Dang Ye killed the first person, he no longer felt that human life mattered. What's more, he had always looked down on scoundrels like Hu Liu.

They are just a few scum. If they die, they will die. They will just leave trouble for themselves.

This is what Le Wenzhi regrets.
Chapter completed!