Xing Bao pointed at the innkeepers and shouted coldly.

A clever police officer responded and drove the innkeeper into the inn to take care of it, watching the door of the inn with eager eyes.

Xing Quan asked Li Luo to go first. Li Luo didn't look strange and entered calmly. Xing Quan's eyes flashed and he followed.

Dagan's officialdom has always had some unobtrusive rules. It is common for people to suppress dissidents and to fight against dissenters. It is also common for people to appear to be in harmony with each other but to be alienated from others. If an official from Zhongshu Province is involved in a murder case, and the party being arrested has a handle on it, there will be a lot of fuss about it.

doorway.

But this time, the detective in the execution room under Zhuocheng Prefecture Yin's sect was destined to make a mistake.

The guest room is on the second floor, Room B, No. 3. There is a policeman guarding the door, and no one can get close until the prisoner and the prisoner come over.

"Just watch it here. It's best not to touch anything here before Master Yan comes." Xing Zao said in a deep voice, stopping Li Luo in front of the door.

Li Luo groaned and looked into the back room. There were no signs of fighting or anything unusual in the room. There was a man lying on the floor in the guest room, face up, with a face that looked blue, black and purple, as if he was an actor wearing makeup.

The grimace was horrifying to look at, and the chest didn't rise and fall. It was like a dead corpse.

Li Luo took a breath and frowned. Although the corpse lying on the ground looked horrifying, his face was clearly identifiable. It was Ren Zhong who had met Li Luo last night.

When Xing Ba heard Li Luo take a breath, he smiled inexplicably and said coldly, "Do you recognize this person?"

"I've seen it."

"Who is he?" Xing Zao took a deep breath and asked urgently.

"The son of an old friend, I just met me last night." Li Luo looked solemn and said to himself, "How could this happen..."

Just as Xing Zao was about to speak, he heard someone in the hall shout loudly: "Surround us up. No one in the inn is allowed to leave. They are all detained by me. Cao Qi led his men to drive away all the people outside.

How dignified it is to be surrounded here!"

Amid the noisy shouting, a rush of footsteps went up the stairs and headed straight for Room B, No. 3, where the accident occurred.

The prisoner hurriedly rushed forward and said respectfully, "Yan Tou, this way."

Li Luo looked back and saw a tall man walking around the corner. He had big shoulders and a round waist. He looked like a tiger, but his triangular eyes were a bit off.

The Master Yan mentioned by the police officer also saw Li Luo in front of the door. He was stunned and shouted: "Who are you?"

The police officer hurriedly replied: "Yan Tou, he saw the deceased last night."

The big man cursed, glared at the prisoner, and shouted coldly: "Here, take it!"

The prisoner was startled and hurriedly leaned over and whispered a few words in the big man's ear. The big man was startled and said with a smile: "It turns out they are from Zhongshu Province. The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. Haha, I'm offended.

May I ask your surname?"

"Are you... Yan Xingkuan?" Li Luo asked without answering.

"Bold, your name is also yours..." Several police officers behind the big man shouted sternly. Yan Xingkuan frowned, and the suspicion in his eyes flashed away. The man in front of him looked calm, not at all panicked about being involved in the murder.

His expression was solemn, but there was no hint of fear, he was calm and composed, and his background was probably not small.

Yan Xingkuan had been in the officialdom for a long time and had some sharp eyesight. He then raised his hand to stop the scolding of the people behind him and said calmly: "Yes, this arrest is Yan Xingkuan, the chief arrest officer of the Yin Yamen Prison Prison of Zhuocheng Prefecture."

Li Luo snorted and said calmly: "Let's investigate the case."

Yan Xingkuan paused for a moment, speaking loudly, but for a moment he was not sure who Li Luo was, and it was hard to fall out. If he was really an important minister of Zhongshu Province, even if he was justified, just one of the following offenders would be enough to make him drink a pot.

Yan Xingkuan snorted, a stern look flashed in his eyes, he stared at Li Luo coldly, and walked straight to the guest room. When he passed by Li Luo, Yan Xingkuan said coldly: "Since you saw the deceased last night, you have recorded a confession."

Let’s go again.”

Li Luo was noncommittal and stood quietly at the door of the guest room. Two menacing policemen behind him blocked Li Luo's path. If it weren't for the token from Zhongshu Province, Li Luo would have been a prisoner.

"Give me, let me, let me in." Shortly after Yan Xingkuan came over, a thin old man over fifty years old ran in, wiping his sweat and panting as he ran, his eyes lit up when he saw the dead body on the ground.

With a strange obsession, I jumped forward and rushed forward.

All the detectives were not surprised. Except for Yan Xingkuan and a few others, they actually respected the old man. They nodded in salute and called Mr. Jiang.

The old man surnamed Jiang turned a deaf ear and concentrated on the corpse. From time to time he pricked here with a needle, touched there again, and shook his head again and again. He seemed to be quite puzzled. Occasionally he exclaimed, and then fell into deep thought again.

I muttered words, my mood fluctuated greatly, and I decided not to look like a normal person.

"Mr. Jiang, how are you? Have you found out the cause of death?" Yan Xingkuan put away his arrogance, leaned over and asked softly in the old man's ear.

The old man surnamed Jiang did not answer. He stared directly at the face of the dead body with his eyes wrinkled into a ball, as if he had encountered some unsolved problem.

Yan Xingkuan lost his composure and coughed heavily, waking up the old man. The old man surnamed Jiang looked up and saw a black face close at hand. He was startled, screamed, and sat down on the ground.

After taking a few breaths, I finally saw the owner of this face clearly, and he quickly bowed and said: "Yan Captou, you are here too."

Yan Xingkuan's face turned darker. After entering the house, the old man only saw the dead bodies on the ground, not the living people in the house.

Yan Xingkuan waved his hand impatiently and shouted: "How is it?"

The old man surnamed Jiang calmed down, looked at the corpse on the ground, and said distressedly: "This is wrong, it doesn't make sense. It looks like poisoning, but the poison did not enter the throat. How can it poison someone? There is nothing else on the body."

The scars, these and this, are so strange..."

"Seal the acupoints on the neck and attack the ears and nose with poison. The poisoned person will be conscious, but the pain will be a thousand times that of ordinary poisoning. He can hear with his ears and speak with his mouth, but he can't move, and his face will not look like that until he dies.

There will be something ferocious, he was not poisoned to death, he was pained to death." Li Luo's cold voice came from the door.

The old man surnamed Jiang was stunned, slapped his thigh suddenly, and shouted: "Yes, this is the way to die."

Everyone in the room looked back and saw Li Luo in front of the door looking at Ren Zhong's body lying on the ground with an expressionless face. There were changes in the situation in his eyes, gathering and dispersing at times.

"How did you know?" Yan Xingkuan's eyes turned cold and he asked sharply.
Chapter completed!