Before Song Yang opened his mouth, the young detective couldn't bear the contempt of the other party and rushed to say: "The scene of the murder was clear. Twelve people were instantly dismembered and broken into thousands of pieces. The pieces were all the same size.
Even the best cooks below can't divide it so evenly! If there is such a sharp mechanism, it's just that you are short-sighted and don't know it."
Rong Youquan originally smiled and shook his head, thinking that this was something made up by Song Yang's whims. If such a thing really existed, it would definitely have a bad reputation. He had no reason not to know. But then the little catcher quickly said something conclusive, and it seemed to be true.
Something happened, so he asked: "Is there really such a strange thing? Can you please take me to see the scene? Haha, I would like to ask without mercy, and all my wishes will come true."
The young catcher shook his head and refused. All his friends turned to look at Song Yang. Song Yang lowered his head and looked back and forth on the ground, as if he was looking for something.
Seeing this, Rong Youquan showed a relaxed smile, coughed lowly, turned around and winked at the subordinates behind him, and soon, a young man following him bent down and squatted down, and when he stood up again, he had an extra hand in his hand.
Ingot of silver: "Hey, there are ten taels of silver here, I don't know the owner..."
"I lost it, I lost it." Song Yang made another ten taels. The young catcher's face was ashen and he looked at him sideways: "Are you rich? You are losing money everywhere!"
Song Yang happily collected the money, and his attitude towards the three killers had long since changed from Yanziping Yamen officer to Yinjia Inn waiter. He stretched out his hand to attract the guests and smiled at Rong Youquan: "Anyway, the road is blocked, you are traveling far away.
It's hard work, so don't rush to rest here at this moment, but this is the Yin family inn, I don't know if you think it's unlucky." Then, he drove away the corpses of the barbarians and roughly explained the reasons for setting up the inn in the mountains.
There was a look of disgust on Rong You's face. People walking in the rivers and lakes are very taboo about such depressing places, for fear of getting into trouble. This is the custom of this world, and it has nothing to do with the level of martial arts. But in order to verify whether there is really a Song Dynasty
He still managed to move forward with the terrifying weapon Yang mentioned.
The young detective was furious and stretched out his hand to stop him: "The scene of the murder has been sealed off by the officials. This is not a garden of flowers and birds, with idlers waiting..." Before he could finish his words, Song Yang shook his head and interrupted: "You are confused, Master Rong, how many people have you been waiting for?"
I have extensive knowledge in the world, and I might be able to identify the origin of the murder weapon, which would be of great help in solving the case. I usually can't even invite you, but now you're stopping me." As he spoke, he reached out and pulled the little catcher aside.
I was about to throw him with my grappling hand, but after thinking about it, I held back.
Rong Youquan nodded to the young catcher and said, "Don't worry, I'm just taking a look and will never disturb the scene. If I find something by chance, I won't hide it." After saying that, he led his men into the Yin family inn.
After passing through the front hall and about to enter the haunted house, Song Yang suddenly remembered something and asked, "Mr. Rong, do you have any dry food with you? Hey... If so, I would like to ask for some."
Amid the stench, all the honorary friends showed surprise. They looked back at Song Yang, and then gestured to their men. A young man took out an oil paper bag from the package and handed it over. At the same time, he said: "I bought it when I went out this morning.
The flowering steamed buns taste quite good, but they are here...I wonder if you can eat them."
Song Yang couldn't eat it, and he didn't ask for it for himself. He opened the oil paper bag, took out the steamed buns, looked at them, and said with a smile: "It looks good!" Then he handed the oil paper bag to the little detective.
The little catcher is born with a problem that he will fall asleep immediately when he is sleepy. Once he is hungry, he must eat, otherwise he will feel hungry and his heart will be burned.
When the oil paper bag was handed over, her eyes changed, but the steamed buns were considered a 'bribery', so she gritted her teeth and shook her head.
Song Yang gave her an idea: "Then you pay for it and give the money to Master Rong and you can eat it."
The little catcher was about to cry: "I'm in a hurry and I don't have any money."
Song Yang coughed and said with a smile: "That's okay, I'll lend it to you, I have the money!" After saying that, he fumbled around in his arms a few times, and what he took out was not the two ingots of silver he had just earned, but a few coins.
The copper plate was handed to Rong Youquan's hand: "This is his steamed bun money, Master Rong will definitely accept it."
Rongyou didn't waste any more words and accepted the coin. Song Yang turned to the young catcher and showed a smile: "Eat it quickly!" The latter took great pains to suppress the cheers that came from his heart.
After saying, "I'll pay you back when I get back," I took out the steamed bun and opened my mouth to bite it.
Song Yang did not enter the house with all his friends, but looked at the little catcher with a smile: "Is it delicious? Give me a taste? A little is enough, I will taste it."
The little catcher broke off a piece and gave it to him. The latter tasted it and nodded: "Yes, it smells good!" The little catcher muttered in annoyance: "My nose is blocked, so I can't taste the fragrance."
While she was devouring the food, Rong Youquan had already entered the murderous house.
Through the light, the blood splattering everywhere, the miserable state of the corpse, the posture of the deceased, and the countless knife marks left on the wall, Rong Youquan's expression became colder and colder the more he looked at it, but his eyes were completely opposite, and gradually became hotter
No matter how brutal the murder was, Rong You would not take it seriously. What really mattered to him was that everything Song Yang said was true. There was such a murderous weapon in the world!
A device that can be carried around with you, and can fire thousands of sharp blades in an instant, making it almost invincible at close range. No matter how stupid Rong Youquan is, he can still understand what owning this weapon means to himself and the family. He even
I thought, after getting this mechanism, I could try to dismantle it and copy it... Thinking about it, Rong Youquan felt that his body was getting a little hot.
Song Yang followed Rong, 'doing his duty', introducing the case and explaining the scene, and Rong Youquan's expression completely fell in Song Yang's eyes.
After lingering for a while, several people returned to the front hall from the murderous house. The young detective had already eaten three steamed buns and was rubbing his belly with satisfaction. When he saw them coming out, he asked: "What did you find?"
Rong Youquan shook his head and asked: "Is there any clue to the whereabouts of the murderer?"
The steamed buns were paid for, so the little catcher didn't feel short-sighted when he ate them. Hearing this, he curled his lips and said, "I expected you to see some clues, but unexpectedly, you asked us instead."
A subordinate behind Rongyou said in a cold voice: "If there are any clues about the murderer, there will be them. If there are no clues, there will be no clues. Just say whatever my shopkeeper asks. You are a small official..."
The young detective turned against him on the spot, and Song Yang took advantage of him. He stepped forward to smooth things over, stopped in front of the young detective, and said with a smile to Rong Youquan: "There are not many clues, but there will be a chance later.
Maybe we can find the murderer."
A hint of joy flashed across the eyes of the honorary friend. He first turned around and scolded his subordinates for being rude, and then smiled at the young detective: "When it comes to solving cases, the official police officers have rich experience, and we people are definitely not as good as them. But if you know
We may be able to contribute to the whereabouts of the real culprit and the killings during the hunt. Although this is Nanli and we are Yan people, the words "act bravely and draw your sword to help" will never go wrong wherever you put them.
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After speaking, Rong Youquan took a step back, leaving a pair of clear footprints where he originally stood. While talking and laughing, he was able to penetrate his soles and step on the ground paved with bluestone without making a move.
A half-inch deep seal, this ability to crush boulders with a fist is countless times better.
Song Yang was first surprised and then delighted: "Shopkeeper Rong is a real master! Are you always willing to help?"
Rong Youquan didn't bother to repeat what he said, and asked directly: "You said there will be an opportunity later, what is it?"
"It's a drug used by exorcists to suppress corpses. It emits a special smell after the ugly hour and before dawn. I have a sensitive nose, so I might have a chance to chase it down, just like a hunting dog." Song Yang touched his nose and smiled a little.
Sorry. What I said is basically true, except that the time when the smell of the medicine spread was pushed back by an hour, from Zi Shi to Chou Shi. In addition, Zi Yingpan never mentioned the effect of the 'welcoming' medicine on women. Xiao
The policeman was careless, but he was not a stupid girl either. When he heard something was wrong, he knew that Song Yang had other plans. He looked at him in surprise and said nothing.
Rong Youquan laughed in surprise: "Tracking by nose, I have only heard Mr. Shu talk about it before, but never seen it." His subordinates also suspected and asked: "Boy, don't talk nonsense."
Song Yang looked at the other party and replied: "You have roast chicken and braised beef in your luggage, but you only give me flower steamed buns."
The young man looked surprised and muttered: "I actually have a dog's nose."
Rong Youquan and his two men looked at each other for a moment and nodded slowly. If there was a chance, they would definitely grab that sharp weapon. They couldn't go to Yanziping tonight anyway, so they might as well follow the two small officers.
Let's go and give chase. As for the danger of this trip, Rong Youquan didn't think too much about it. As long as he could catch up, the other party was in the dark and he was in the dark, so he was afraid that he wouldn't have a chance.
Song Yang on the side looked relaxed. As he expected, the three killers were attracted to the murder weapon, which was good.
The young detective leaned against the gate of Yin's Inn, looked at the sky, and turned around to tell Song Yang: "It's just passed midnight."
Song Yang responded, took out a lot of incense candles, lit them, and murmured something. After working for a while, he stopped, turned around and explained to Rong Youquan: "At this time, in such a place, the yin energy is too strong."
"Chong, burn some incense and candles to pray for peace. This is a rural custom that makes shopkeeper Rong laugh."
Rong You was only thinking about the machine and didn't pay attention to Song Yang's words. He just nodded absently.