When Yang Lin took the little mushrooms and rode in a carriage, he rushed to the outside of the Chen family's house, there was already a circle of people.

Before entering the door, you can smell the blood in the air through the high courtyard wall.

The smell is irritating and disgusting.

Next to the stone lion outside the door, there were two young men in constable uniforms bent over and retching.

Yang Lin's eyebrows trembled, and his heart became colder.

Thinking of what he saw at home yesterday, Chen Lanxin also visited her home. Could it be that this is gone?

He walked into the door with no one to stop him. He walked through the outer courtyard and came to the hall, and saw corpses pounced on him.

My father Yang Shoucheng had already arrived. He stood in front of the corpse of an old man lying on the side on a step, his eyes widened, his teeth were clenched, and his fists were tightly clenched.

"Brother Chen, I'm late."

He growled in a hoarse voice.

"Who is it? Who is so vicious? The Chen family is 38, not even the elderly, weak, women and children..."

Not far away, beside the corridor column, the fourth sister Yang Ying was half kneeling on the ground, covering her mouth tightly, and sobbing came quietly.

In front of her was Chen Lanxin.

Miss Chen fell to the ground, her arms were bent and stretched out, and her neck was pointed at her diagonally. A dagger pierced into her neck, and blood flowed all over the floor.

Her head was twisted at a strange angle, and her eyes were wide open, as if she wanted to see something clearly and remember something.

‘Does you see no hope of life, or is it because of something else… you can kill yourself with a knife?’

Yang Lin took a long breath, raised his head and closed his eyes, unable to bear to look at it again.

He actually didn't know the other corpses that were lodging everywhere. Even Mr. Chen had only met once and never said a few words.

After all, it has not been too long since I came to this world, and my predecessor experience is only in memory.

However, Miss Chen Lanxin has seen her many times. Although she doesn't talk about her, she ends up in disagreement most of the time. She is finally an acquaintance, and in name, she is also her fiancée.

Especially, yesterday evening, he had met the living Miss Chen and saw the other person smiling like a flower.

Yang Lin also wondered if the other party went to study in Japan, would he think of a way to ask someone to break the engagement? Should he also say a few words "Don't bully the young man's poor" to express his dissatisfaction?

But unexpectedly, things in the world are impermanent.

Before I could pretend to be a pussy or slap the girl in the face, the girl had already died.

This evil old society.

Yang Lin felt uncomfortable when he was blocked.

Uncle Da's face was heavy, and he carefully examined some of the dead, frowned and walked over, whispering: "It was done by the same person. The murderer used a cinnabar palm, which had reached the point of natural power and was very fierce."

"Brother Tie should have discovered the whereabouts of the murderer at that time. He put a stick in his hand. Logically speaking, he should be able to protect everyone, but he didn't take two moves."

"The other party broke his thirty-eight pound water-milled steel stick with one palm, and exaggerated his strength, and at the same time, it also collapsed his sternum..."

[Squeeze...]

Wu Zhongda tore open the five steps of the entrance to the main hall and a clothes on the chest of a middle-aged corpse that described as a mighty chest.

You can see a wound on the other person's chest.

It was a five-petal plum blossom-shaped mark as big as a chicken's heart.

The marks are dark red and black, and they are very conspicuous.

"The master of the Divine Power Realm, a master who is good at Cinnabar Palm, is not in the Hangzhou realm. It seems that there are strong dragons crossing the river."

Yang Shoucheng's eyebrows twitched wildly, his expression was restless, as if he had remembered something, and he turned around and asked, "Mr. Wang, have you ever heard of such a person?"

Lord Wang's name is Wang Zhenwei. He is the inspector of the Hangzhou Police Station. He is responsible for the daily arrest of theft and capture of the murderers. A family massacre occurred in the jurisdiction, and he could not escape the relationship.

After receiving the news, he arrived immediately and arrived earlier than the Yang family and the others waited.

At this time, there was no such thing as on-site protection. Wang Zhenwei looked around to see the cause of the murderer's death with a tiger face.

It can be seen that he is also in a very heavy mood.

He held the slightly tilted hat and pondered: "Cinnabar palm is also called plum blossom hand. The wound in the middle palm is in the shape of plum blossom... The Chen family's dead had twenty-eight wounds, and all died at the hands of one person. This person is cruel and ruthless..."

"I have heard of such a person. Bu Chenjiang, one of the four double flower red sticks in the Qing Gang, has been in the cinnabar palm for twenty years and is extremely powerful."

"But strangely, the Qing Gang's territory is mainly concentrated in Shanghai, so how could he run to Hangzhou to kill people? There is no need..."

He hesitated, and obviously, he was very squeaked at Bu Chenjiang.

I don’t want to have this case related to Qingbang.

Now the Qing Gang is powerful, known as 30,000 disciples, and each can fight or fight.

Moreover, it has relationships with the upper class in various places, and its businesses are spread all over the south of the Yangtze River.

Especially opium, brothels, gambling houses and other businesses are blooming everywhere.

No one knows who is around him is a spy from the Qing Gang. Once he is targeted, he may be trapped in a sack when he goes out.

The key is that there is no evidence, and even Wang Zhenwei dares to cause trouble for the other party.

"It should be him. The Qing gang members acted steadily. I'm afraid that there was a reason we didn't know about the Chen family."

Wu Zhongda said fiercely: "Brother Tie is a master of Wulang's gossip stick. He is the best at defending and is very powerful. He can't let ordinary masters even fight back and be beaten to death."

You should know that Tiehedong is one of the four heroes in Hangzhou, in terms of skills, he is as famous as Wu Zhongda, and he is not much weaker than he is.

Now, the sticks were sold by someone, and they could not even escape.

Wu Zhongda cannot help but feel sad when he dies?

"Oh, Hangzhou City has somehow recently, too many things have happened. Is it because it is Tai Sui?"

Wang Zhenwei sighed, he couldn't solve the case or catch the murderer, and he was actually very difficult to endure.

Last time, he had been scolded by the sanctuary for the assassination in the western suburbs outside the city.

This time, I don't know how to pass the test.

"Chen Jiageng studied and passed on his family. As the most conscientious Confucian businessman in Hangzhou City, although his family business is not small, he never makes enemies with the people in the martial arts world..."

Mr. Yang twitched his flesh on his face a few times, and when he thought of a possibility, his fists quietly pinched them tighter.

In the end, these people still didn't discuss what ending came to.

Although not many people have achieved success in practicing cinnabar palm, there are still many such people, distributed throughout the country.

It is also impossible to just press the name of the murderer just because the Qing Gang has such a master, but he really put the name of the murderer on the "bloody hand" Bu Chenjiang.

Of course, according to Yang Lin's estimate, perhaps Wang Zhenwei thought he could not afford to offend the other party, and he did not dare to come to him.

In fact, he did not even issue a wanted document.

He just said that he would speed up the case and did not say a date.

There was nothing to do, Mr. Yang could only send someone to help the Chen family handle the funeral.

Because it was a murder, it was not easy to do a big deal, so it was hurriedly collected and buried, and that was it.

When I got home, the day had already set in the west.

Yang Lin didn't even have the heart to eat, and his mood became heavier.

He found that this era was not as beautiful as he imagined...

It is actually very unsafe to be a rice worm.

Because the legal system here is not sound.

The rich are high above the top, while the poor are not covered in food.

The people are numb...

In particular, he found that if he encountered this situation in the Chen family, he would not even have the ability to protect himself.

It really happened...

He had no other way to think of except for tying his neck to be cut.

Yang Lin stood at the entrance of his west wing courtyard, staring at the ward and servants coming and going in the mansion, feeling chills all over.

Those guards actually had short guns hidden around their waists, he knew.

However, this is useless.

The martial arts masters of this era are much more powerful than they thought.

He remembered that when he saw the corpses of the thirty-eight people of the Chen family, eight of them were holding short guns in their hands.

There were also traces of guns being shot at the murder scene, and pits on the walls, trees and grounds on the ground.

What does this mean?

It means that the murderer was very arrogant when he was murdering people, and he actually ignored the pistol and aimed at shooting.

This made Yang Lin puzzled.

Didn’t it mean that times have changed. Martial arts have been replaced by foreign guns, so they have been useless long ago?

But.

What happened today?

I remember reading a story about the gossip master Cheng Tinghua died under the spear of the Eight-Nation Alliance.

After savoring this story again, Yang Lin suddenly woke up.

That's different.

At that time, the old master killed many coalition soldiers, and was blocked by foreign soldiers at the entrance of the alley and fired guns. He also lacked the understanding of firearms.

Seeing that the situation was not right, when I jumped away, my whip was entangled by the tiles, I was beaten and I was shot, and then...

This is a specific terrain, and it is difficult to deal with rifle siege and dodge, so it is killed by a hot weapon.

Then, if you have the initiative and cover up...

A true master moves as fast as lightning, his nerve reactions are several times faster than ordinary people, and his movements are much more flexible.

While moving and dodging, even if ordinary people have guns, it is difficult to aim at the target. The speed of shooting is even less than that of others.

The result is obvious.

In this way, if there are experts who are restrained, there are guns attacking each other.

Even if the murderer today comes, he may not be able to succeed.

Martial arts.

Martial arts are very important.

If you want to be safe and not be pinched to death like a chicken, the only way is to neither practice guns nor learn literature.

Instead, we need to practice martial arts.

A huge sense of crisis surged in my heart.

Yang Lin looked back at An An Jingjing followed him, looking at his little maid worriedly, with a smile on his face: "Little Mushroom, you're right."

‘…’

What did I say?

The little mushroom's face was full of confusion.

She didn't say a word just now, just looking at the young master in a daze, thinking that it was probably because his fiancée died miserably, and he was confused for a moment.

I heard that some people may have mental problems because they are too stimulating.

And the young master has this sign.

She was wondering whether to go to see the master's wife report.

Find a few people to comfort the young master.

Then, she saw her young master walking towards the front yard in three steps in two steps.

"Uncle Da, can you teach me iron fist?"
Chapter completed!