After the kitchen knife calmed down, Wen Xiaojun's face was full of guilt. "I didn't expect this kitchen knife to be so heavy." She looked at Uncle Tie and asked curiously, "There is one more thing in this torture chamber that I want to verify. These kitchen knives are all
Uncle Tie, you use it all year round. Although Jiang Di has practiced martial arts before, he should not be familiar with how to cut and decompose corpses. But Du Ying'er's corpse was cut very neatly. I would like to ask what is in it.
The reason?"
Uncle Tie frowned, "I used to have some strength when I was young, but I have lost that strength in the past two years. I have always been a helper in the kitchen, but our Jiang family hired a good cook before.
It was because the master and his wife were getting close, so he always wanted to cook and prepare meals for her. The cook left behind, but the master learned a good knife skill. Originally, the wife said that a gentleman cooks far away, but the master seems to be addicted.
Likewise, every time he is slaughtered, he has to take care of it himself."
Wen Xiaoyun raised her eyebrows and smiled, "I see, then I'd like to trouble Uncle Tie to put the kitchen knife back on the desk."
Uncle Tie leaned forward obediently, picked up the kitchen knife and put it back on the desk.
But as soon as he picked up the kitchen knife, a big hand grabbed his wrist tightly.
Uncle Tie was shaken and looked up, only to see Yin Baotou holding his wrist and raising his hand together with the kitchen knife in front of him.
"Tie Jun, you said you don't handle the sword yourself, but I see that you are very skilled in holding the sword." Yin Nuo said with a half-smile.
Wen Xiaoyun walked up to him tacitly, took the bone-cutting knife from Tie Bo's hand with one hand, opened his palm with the other hand, carefully compared the handle of the knife and said: "It's really strange, Tie Bo obviously no longer cuts bones, the calluses on his hands are not the same as the knife
The dents and wear on the handle are consistent."
Sweat suddenly started to fall from Uncle Tie's forehead, and a dry smile appeared on his face. He stuttered and defended, "I have stopped doing manual labor because I have gotten older in the past two years. These are all things I gained from working in the past."
Wen Xiaoyun's eyes suddenly froze, "You just said that the Jiang family's machetes will be replaced in a few months. And you haven't done heavy physical work in several years, how come there are still your hands on this knife?"
signs of wear?
And looking at this mark, you can only get it by regularly using it to chop heavy objects vigorously. Doesn’t this contradict everything you just said?!"
Uncle Tie's face immediately turned pale. He subconsciously curled up his neck and was about to retreat. Unexpectedly, Yin Nuo's other hand went straight towards his rickety back.
A look of cruelty suddenly flashed across Tie Bo's eyes. Bai Yao saw it at a glance, stood up suddenly and shouted in alarm, "Brother Wen, be careful!"
Yin Nuo's reaction was faster. When Tie Bo reached out to grab the bone-cutting knife from Wen Xiaoyun's hand, he pulled back his hand, and another sweeping kick flew under his feet, pressing Tie Bo firmly to the ground.
"Pull off his back!" Wen Xiaoyun ordered hurriedly.
The long knife in Yin Nuo's hand was instantly unsheathed, and like lightning, it flashed across Tie Bo's back and clothes, immediately revealing a flat back.
Everyone in the room was surprised.
Didn’t the previous Tie Bo always have a stooped body and a big hunchback?
But when Yin Nuo actually pushed her to the ground and spread her back, there was no sign of a hunchback.
Neither Yin Qianhua nor Bai Ya expected that things would develop in this direction.
They all opened their eyes in surprise.
When Yuanniang on the side saw this scene, her face immediately turned pale as a sheet, and she slumped on the ground, losing her previous pretentiousness.
Wen Xiaoyun looked at Uncle Tie on the ground and couldn't help but sneered from his nose, "How should I call you? Uncle Tie? Tie Jun? Or Shopkeeper Tie?"
Uncle Tie, who was firmly pinned to the ground by Yin Nuo, couldn't help but look shocked when he heard Wen Xiaoyun's words.
He rubbed his red neck, his eyes filled with disbelief, "You, who are you, and how could you possibly know?"
Wen Xiaoyun smiled, picked up the dishes, turned around and put them back on the table, and said without looking back, "Do you still remember that night when Yin Captou and I stayed at your house?
At that time we were almost fooled by your trick."
She turned around, folded her arms, and looked down at Uncle Tie on the ground with a half-smile, "I have to say, Shopkeeper Tie, you are really a very cautious person. Everything you do is very thoughtful.
But it just so happens that I am also a very thoughtful person.
No matter what I do, I like to leave a few backup options."
After the initial shock, Tie Bo had calmed down. He relaxed his grip on his neck and put his face to the ground with a disdainful smile, "Anyway, I admit the crime of murder. Whatever happens now is just your cliché.
Anyway, death is a big deal, and my Iron Army’s life is at stake here, so what backup plan do you need to prepare?”
Wen Xiaoyun's eyes suddenly turned cold, and her voice suddenly became sharp, "You confessed your crime so quickly, just because you were afraid of implicating more people, or even a bigger and more complicated murder case! Do you think you are pretending to be dead and pretending to be salty?