Ye Siming looked cold and stepped forward to confirm the assassin's neck breath.
"It's a coward, but it's just a dead one." He sneered.
He turned around and went out, and the constables who had just chased the figure came back in a hurry.
"Mr. Marquis, that man's light skills are extremely fast, so he ran away. My subordinates only found this!"
A broken arrow was presented to Ye Siming with both hands.
He lowered his eyes, picked up his slender and fair fingertips, and his eyes were unrestrained.
I saw Ye Siming narrow his eyes slightly, and took the arrow near the tip of his nose, and smelled it in a deep voice.
Then, the broken arrow was thrown to the ground by him.
The detective was surprised: "Marty, this is evidence, you don't want it?"
Ye Siming looked at him coldly. The constable felt his eyes and suddenly felt that he was talking too much.
Ye Siming said: "There are no emblems on the arrows, and no characteristics. What are the evidences of thousands of similar arrows in the capital?"
However, he almost knew who it was.
The constable bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm talking too much!"
The other constables hurriedly caught up: "Marty, what should I do with that dead assassin?"
"Take the mass graves and all the rest will be executed. There is no need to show mercy. I will report to the emperor."
After saying that, Ye Siming carried his boots and left, everyone could only look at his back and see him respectfully.
...
In the afternoon, the Song family was peaceful.
Suddenly, their door was kicked open!
The doorman was hit by a broken wooden board and fell to the ground with a bang.
The servants of the Song Mansion heard the sound and hurriedly surrounded him.
"Who are you! Why did you force yourself into our mansion in broad daylight!"
"I recognize him, this is Yongyehou! Go and report it to the master and the young master!"
Ye Siming walked forward slowly, leisurely, as if he was walking in his home yard.
As he approached, the servants retreated one after another, alert, but did not dare to move forward.
General Song Quan was talking to Song Qiyuan inside the house.
"Although I was unable to assassinate the fifth prince this time, I was at least embarrassed by his and the princess, at least I could relieve my anger!"
There was also a hint of indignation on Song Qiyuan's handsome face: "The eldest sister was killed by that little princess and turned into a nun. This time, it was just a small punishment and a big warning. Next time, they would not be so lucky."
As soon as Song Qiyuan finished speaking, the butler stumbled in.
"Master, young master, it's not good! Yongye Hou came into our mansion with murderous intent!"
"What?!" Song Quan hurriedly went to deal with it.
But how could Song Qiyuan stop him, and hatred and excitement flashed in his eyes.
"Dad, Ye Siming is here just right. I suffered a loss at his hands before, but he was humiliated by him in every way. Now he dares to break into our mansion, and he has entered the tiger's den by himself! I want to meet him, but this is his
I came to my door!"
After saying that, Song Qiyuan took his father's silver dragon spear and turned around and went out.
Song Quan was quite worried and frowned and said, "You must be careful. Yongye Hou is extremely skilled and ruthless in his moves. Don't be hurt."
"Don't worry, Dad, the master in the mansion is Ruyun. If he wants to find trouble, he can only seek death!"
Looking at Song Qiyuan's back leaving, Song Quan was temporarily at ease.
When Song Qiyuan walked to the front yard with a spear, he found that the injured servants were lying in the flowers, on the rockery, and in the small pond.
He looked around but couldn't see Ye Siming.
Damn it, he ran away after hitting the man!?
But at this moment, a cold and sarcastic voice came from the tall rockery behind him—