Duan Fei's movements were much slower, but he stood up in time, drew his sword and followed. Yan Captou was faster than him. He rushed ahead and turned around and whispered: "Be careful! Follow me!"
With the murderer's skill, it would be easy to kill the two of them, but Duan Fei still felt warm in his heart. When he ran out of the hall, Duan Fei turned back to warn the Wang family and his son, but he saw that the hall where they were drinking and drinking just now was already empty...
"Damn, you hid so fast, no wonder so many people died before it was their turn..." Duan Fei secretly cursed in his heart, and quickly ran to the front yard behind Yan Captou.
Mr. Shi was standing next to a flower garden with a stern look on his face. A dozen servants and maids who came after hearing the news stood in fear a few meters away, forming a semicircle, which just blocked Duan Fei and the others' sight.
After pushing aside the crowd, Yan Captou and Duan Fei walked into the crowd, and immediately saw a body curled up under a peony plant.
Looking at the back, Duan Fei felt that he looked familiar, and Yan Captou blurted out in surprise: "It's the old housekeeper who brought us in!"
The old catcher's eyesight was very good, which Duan Fei couldn't compare to. The person lying on the ground with blood splattered three feet was indeed the old butler of the Wang family. Everyone called him Uncle Wang.
Uncle Wang's body suddenly trembled, causing a series of exclamations. Duan Fei rushed forward and just turned Uncle Wang's body over, but Duan Fei let out an exclamation, let go of his hand and took two steps back, feeling in his stomach
I was so upset that I almost vomited on the spot.
Uncle Wang is already dead, but the micro-current in his body stimulates the tendons and veins, causing the muscles to still tremble. This process can last for about a minute. Duan Fei and the others came very quickly, so they saw it, and it felt scary and weird.
Uncle Wang was killed by a knife from his forehead to his jaw. His eyes were opened wide and his face was twisted and ferocious. His face was split in two. The split muscles were still trembling, and the red and white things were still there.
Pouring out, under the flickering torch light, it looked truly terrifying.
"What a fast knife..." A man sighed and walked forward. Duan Fei shouted without looking back: "Mr. Wang, this is the scene of the murder. You are not here. Now I am responsible for the autopsy. Before I give my permission, no one can
Don’t get close to the area within ten feet of the corpse!”
Mr. Shi and Mr. Yan came to their senses and invited Mr. Wang and everyone below to a distance.
A fatal blow. There were no wounds on the body. The traces of blood spraying around were a bit strange. Duan Fei observed carefully, and many fantasy pictures emerged in his mind. One of the pictures could lead to the result in front of him. The murderer should be killed with a knife. Wang
Bo tried to retreat and twist to dodge, but was still hit by the knife. His body first flew into the air, and then rolled sideways and fell to the ground.
After Duan Fei finished the autopsy, he held a torch and searched around. He first used a magnifying glass to carefully observe the traces of blood spatter. From the particle size and spatter distance of the blood stains, it can be known that what is different from the previous times is that this time
The blood spatter was high, which showed that Uncle Wang was not restrained by acupuncture before he was killed, and the murderer killed him with just one knife.
"This should be a wound that can only be made by an Oriental sword. No matter how sharp the sword is, it can't break such a big hole. And if the popular knives in Ming Dynasty, such as the Pu Dao, can break such a big hole, I'm afraid I have to split the whole head."
, the Ghost Head Sword is almost the same, the skull was clearly cracked by squeezing... The only weapon with such a thick back and such a narrow blade is the Japanese Japanese sword." Mr. Shi finally had room to play, and he talked eloquently.
road.
Duan Fei shrugged and said: "It's useless to know the murder weapon. Didn't the Wang family lose a Japanese sword? Anyone could use a Japanese sword to pretend to be a Japanese pirate and kill someone... Well, Mr. Chief Inspector, please immediately report the Japanese sword that happened this afternoon."
Twelve masters plus He Sheng and Yue Yuqi have all been summoned here. We must be quick! Maybe the murderer will leave some traces on his body."
"Are you still doubting them?" Mr. Shi asked in surprise.
Duan Fei said: "Even if he is not the murderer, we still have to find him. Some things cannot be delayed any longer. I have to give them an ultimatum!"
Mr. Shi hurried away. Duan Fei glanced around and saw a maid trembling and falling in the arms of a middle-aged servant woman, still sobbing. Duan Fei pointed at her and shouted: "You two, give me a break."
I'm coming over here, who discovered the body just now?"
The middle-aged servant woman helped the maid two steps forward and answered on her behalf: "Sir, Xiaoyue was the first to reveal the body just now, but she was frightened."
Duan Fei walked towards the two of them and said, "Xiaoyue? Well, raise your head and tell me...tell me what you saw?"
The little maid raised her head slightly, glanced at Duan Fei, then lowered her head in panic, and whispered: "Yes, sir, when I passed by just now, I saw someone lying on the ground. I thought someone was drunk.
Then I got closer and took a look, I...oh my god..."
Xiaoyue trembled violently when she thought of that horrific scene. Before she could finish her words, she threw herself into the woman's arms and started sobbing again.
"Ah Cai, you died miserably, I will avenge you!" Wang Dequan said with hatred, Huo Di turned his head, looked at Duan Fei, and said in a deep voice: "Captain Duan, have you found any clues?
"
Duan Fei shook his head and said, "Sorry, the murderer didn't leave any clues."
Wang Dequan's forehead throbbed with veins. He suppressed his anger and walked to the body of the housekeeper Wang Cai with a few steps. He glanced at the ground and quickly pointed to an abnormality on the grass as if he was aware of it.
He shouted: "Master Duan, there is a very deep footprint here!"
Duan Fei didn't stop him. He walked over quickly and said, "Yes, I saw this mark just now, but I didn't know it was a footprint..."
Wang Dequan said flatly: "It's unmistakable. Although there is only the front half of the shoe print, we can already tell that the murderer is at least six feet five tall. This footprint was made when he rushed towards Ah Cai."
Duan Fei took a torch and looked at the footprints, thinking deeply. Wang Dequan looked around for a moment, then walked quickly to the wall, glanced at the ground, and then looked up.
Duan Fei followed closely, and he found another footprint under the wall. This footprint was much shallower, deeper in front and shallower in back. A series of pictures emerged in Duan Fei's mind: The murderer jumped off the wall and immediately jumped up.
Yu (one zhang equals approximately three and a half meters), then kicked the ground with his feet, rushed in front of Wang Cai like lightning, and struck down with a knife...
"Brother Duan, my eyesight is so dim that I can't see clearly what's going on above. Do you want someone to bring a staircase over so you can climb up and have a look?" Wang Dequan asked.
Duan Fei nodded and said: "Okay, let's invite an aunt who knows how to draw shoe soles and shoe patterns to come and rub all these shoe prints..."
Wang Dequan suddenly replied and shouted loudly: "Here comes someone..."
The ladder was brought in, and the servant girl who just talked to Duan Fei knew how to make shoes. She took out a short rope from under her coat, made several vertical and horizontal strokes on the footprints left by the murderer, and muttered something. Someone brought scissors and
She picked up the scissors and cut out a shoe pattern from the paper. She made a pair of footprints and they were exactly the same.
The case finally made some progress, and Duan Fei was also very happy. He smiled and held his hands to Wang Dequan and said: "Old man, thanks to your sharp eyes, I found the clues to the murderer. I am so impressed! If the old man works in the yamen, how can we still be around?
It’s enough to eat!”
Wang Dequan gave a wry smile and said: "How dare you, how dare you, practice makes you smart. You must know that this big family is not easy to manage. If you don't know how to observe words and emotions to find out the root cause, you will have to create chaos if you bully those above and hide things from others."
"I see. No wonder some people say that running a family and running a country are the same thing." Duan Fei smiled and complimented a few words, then changed his tone and asked: "The old man has also practiced martial arts? The old housekeeper is also a martial arts practitioner. According to me,
It seems that most of the Wang family have practiced martial arts?"
Wang Dequan did not hide anything, and replied: "Yes, when the family was in Guandong, there were rules for the whole family to practice martial arts. That was because there were often wars and chaos outside the Guan, and bandits were everywhere. If you didn't know some martial arts, you would simply not be able to live in peace. After coming to Jiangnan, you can't live in peace."
I thought I could enjoy the rest of my life in peace, but I didn’t expect that the Japanese pirates in the south of the Yangtze River were more ferocious than the Tatars, and the officers and soldiers at the guard station were... Well, every year when the northeast wind starts blowing, our Wang family will gather their sons and organize people to go to the city to help patrol and care.