() It was the next morning when they arrived at Qinjia Village. When they saw the fork in the woods, Ximen Qing and Wu Song knew that there was no one alive in the village, but their hearts suddenly tightened for no reason.
The last time I came here, I rushed here from Happy Forest all night, just in time to go into the village for breakfast; when I came this time, I was carrying a heavy heart, which made me a little breathless.
Qinjia Village was supposed to be a paradise-like place, and the villagers rarely had contact with the outside world. Unexpectedly, this was the reason why no one discovered the scene more than ten days later.
"Dismount and enter the forest!" Qin Fei jumped off the horse first with an expressionless face and pulled the horse into the fork in the road.
The policemen in black dismounted one after another and followed.
"Commander Qin, since you left Qinjia Village when you were seven years old, this is the first time you have come back." Ximen Qing was not far behind Qin Fei and seemed to mention this matter accidentally.
But this aroused a strong reaction from Qin Fei. He stood up suddenly and turned back: "Master Ximen, you know the past of Xiaguan very well. But don't you think it is inappropriate to discuss this now?"
Ximen Qing was choked by Qin Fei and said nothing more, but waved to continue moving forward.
Wu Song led the horse over and looked at Ximen Qing. Wu Song also heard what he said just now. Qin Fei's reaction was indeed problematic.
Further along, the trees changed from sparse to dense to sparse, and the word "Qin" on the stone at the entrance of the village was already faintly visible.
What arrived at the same time was a strong smell of corpses.
Ximen Qing is no stranger to this smell. No matter whether you are an emperor or a slave, you will emit this smell sooner or later after you die.
But the people who died in Qinjiacun need to be laid to rest.
"Ten people are assigned to guard the horses, and the others are ready to enter the village." Qin Fei ordered.
The policemen in black who entered the village were well prepared. Each of them took a "Xingnao Pill" in their mouths. Ximen Qing and Wu Song also received a few pills and put one in their mouths. The feeling was a bit similar to the despicable pills of later generations.
Sugar, but it lasts a long time.
Ximen Qing could barely distinguish the important ingredients such as phosphorus and borneol in it. If An Daoquan was here, he might be able to distinguish all the ingredients just by smelling it.
In addition, everyone wetted their cloths with clean water and covered their mouths and noses, which can be considered a good protective measure.
Ximen Qing nodded secretly. In the Song Dynasty more than 900 years ago, people had already understood the plague caused by a large number of deaths and had taken corresponding measures.
"All water sources in the village are not drinkable." Ximen Qing reminded: "You must move in batches and in an orderly manner, and do not move around at will!"
Qin Fei frowned slightly, as if he disliked Ximen Qing for stealing his words: "Follow my command, the personnel are divided into two groups. The first group is twenty people, responsible for surveying everywhere. This group is led by Sir Ximen and I; the second group is eighty
People, we are looking for some farm tools in the village, digging a deep pit in a suitable place, and preparing for burying the body. This group of armed commanders is in charge."
The police officers in black quickly divided into two teams. Number 8 in Group A was included in the first group. They inspected the corpses with Ximen Qing and Qin Fei. Wu Song did not have any objections to this arrangement.
Ximen Qing saw that Qin Fei's arrangements were orderly, but he quietly separated himself from Wu Song, which seemed to have a deeper meaning; however, these black-clothed police officers under Qian Gui had cooperated with Qin Fei for some years, and they were as good at managing things as they were.
The closer they walked to the rock, the stronger the smell of corpses. There were no fights or corpses along the way, which reminded Ximen Qing of the experience Qin Xiaoli had said. Sure enough, Qinjia Village was killed in the dark.
Except for Qin Xiaoli who survived by chance, no one else even escaped.
The further Ximen Qing walked, the more chilled he became. He was about to enter the village, but there was still no trace.
A planned and organized massacre.
Who is the implementer?
The word "Qin" on the stone was still the same as what Ximen Qing had seen last time. It was full of dust. Ximen Qing put his hand on it and touched it gently, letting out a sigh.
This stone should have witnessed the massacre, but it cannot tell who carried out it?
"Commander Qin, do you know that this stone was carved by Mr. Qin himself?" Ximen Qing couldn't help but ask when he saw Qin Fei turning a blind eye and walking towards the village.
Qin Fei stopped, but this time he did not look back: "Speaking of things in Qinjia Village, Xiaguan is much more familiar with it than Lord Ximen; this rock is something that Xiaguan often climbed up to play with when he was a child. How could he not remember it? But it doesn't seem to be the case now.
When you miss someone, Lord Ximen?"
Ximen Qing's evaluation of Qin Fei's reaction was: unusual.
This reaction is purely rational and does not contain any emotional factors.
It would be understandable if it were anyone else, Ximen Qing, but Qin Fei. Qin Fei had lived in this village for several years and was not sent to Bianliang until he was seven years old.
"Commander Qin is right, we should hurry up and see if there are any clues." Ximen Qing thought for a while and said: "Finding the real murderer is the most important thing. Otherwise, how can the villagers of Qinjia Village, especially Mr. Qin,
To rest in peace?"
As soon as these words came out, Qin Fei hesitated slightly, but continued walking towards the village.
The two groups of policemen in black quickly separated, and Wu Song took the second group with more people to look for farm tools and open space.
The time in the village seemed to be frozen at the moment when Ximen Qing left. It was still peaceful and quiet there; if it weren't for the stench of corpses, people would think that the villagers had just left.
Deathly silence.
Now Ximen Qing can understand the horror Qin Xiaoli felt when he described how he emerged from the haystack.
Qinjiacun is "dead"!
Other than that, there was no sign of a fight, no blood, no bodies.
This was not something that rogues or bandits could do. Ximen Qing even doubted whether the army could do this.
There seemed to be only one possible answer left, which made Ximen Qing's heart tingle.
When had the power of the Imperial City Division been so abused?
Pushing open the ajar door, the first group entered the first courtyard on the left. It wasn't until they actually entered the house that the first two corpses appeared in front of everyone.
Sure enough, the male and female villagers seemed to have been killed in their sleep.
Because the body was still covered with a quilt and there were not many signs of struggle.
"Both of these two people had their throats cut with a knife. The murderer was so cruel and precise that the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible!"
Group A's No. 8 stepped forward to check, and it didn't take long to come to a conclusion. Ximen Qing raised his head and silently looked at the blackened blood stains on the roof, shook his head and said nothing.
"Go to the second house."
Qin Fei turned around and left the house without raising his eyes. He remembered clearly that he was the first to draw the knife that night, and the man and woman were his creations.
But Qin Fei could no longer remember how many people he killed and who he killed.
Being called to see the scene of his murder really gave Qin Fei an inexplicable feeling.
The second family is a family of five. It can be seen that the men barely got up to resist, but they did not escape their fate.
One knife left a very deep wound on his arm, and the other knife also cut open his throat.
What made Ximen Qing shudder was that the bone-deep wounds showed that even the trachea had been cut, and these victims did not make any screams of struggle in the end.
By the time he saw the third house, Ximen Qing was almost certain that the perpetrator was not one person, nor ten people, but many people.
Moreover, only the Imperial City Division or an organization similar to the Imperial City Division has the ability to organize such a massacre.
Ximen Qing could imagine that that night a group of men in black rushed into every house in an organized manner and raised their butcher knives against the sleeping villagers.
This scene in his mind made Ximen Qing feel cold in his limbs.
If there were the kind of forensic doctors and DNA testing of later generations, Ximen Qing could almost be sure that the trace traces of blood on the Yan Ling knife on Qin Fei's waist could be successfully matched to the DNA of some of the victims here.
But it is a pity that we are still in the era of blood recognition, a ridiculous method that has long been denied by later generations of medicine.
"Master Ximen, is it necessary to continue reading?" Qin Fei's voice interrupted Ximen Qing's thoughts: "You have been here before, but do you still remember where my old godfather's coffin is? According to what the child said,
His body was placed in a coffin."
Qin Fei's words seemed to help Ximen Qing carve out a clear path among the complicated clues.
Why did the perpetrator place Mr. Qin’s body in the coffin?
According to the theory of later generations, this shows one thing, that is, the perpetrator had a hint of repentance and did such a move!
Ximen Qing's eyes lit up. Why had he ignored this before?
Qin Fei's suspicion amplified infinitely in Ximen Qing's mind.
"Let's go this way." Ximen Qing sneered secretly, Qin Fei, Qin Fei, this is your biggest flaw!
The coffin was not nailed, but a headless corpse was placed inside. Judging from the clothing, Ximen Qing could almost conclude that this was Mr. Qin.
There were a series of blood stains next to the coffin, proving that Mr. Qin's headless body was brought from somewhere else.
This person is most likely Qin Fei!
The question now is, where did Mr. Qin’s head go?
"Godfather, I'm here to see you." Qin Fei knelt down in front of the coffin and kowtowed four times as if he were holding a candle: "You can go in peace."
Qin Fei's words made Ximen Qing even more suspicious. Two key elements were missing in these few words, that is, what the murderer would do, how he would take revenge, etc.
"Commander Qin reassures you." Ximen Qing stepped forward to help Qin Fei up and said in a comforting tone: "Mr. Qin's spirit is still there, and I know how to wedge. Maybe Mr. Qin can point out for us who the murderer is!"
"When the time comes, I will find out the murderer and make a blood sacrifice in front of Mr. Qin's soul!"
"What! Then it's my fault, Sir Ximen!" Ximen Qing could see the ferocity in Qin Fei's eyes clearly. The fastest way to read the novel "The Lord" is on Kanshu.com, welcome to log in to read the full text!