Volume 3: The Case of Hundred Ghosts at Night Chapter 82: The Head
Duan Ming and Xing Qianqiu looked at each other and did not answer.
The reason why Duan Ming has such a keen perception is because he studies the longevity runes.
As he learned about the two longevity runes, Duan Ming felt that although he had not acquired any extraordinary abilities, his thinking had become more flexible and his five senses had become sharper.
As for Xing Qianqiu, it is because he has been in a dangerous state during his many years of handling cases, so his sixth sense has naturally become more acute.
"Found it!" At this moment, Xing Qianqiu's eyes lit up and he rushed to a house nearby.
"Bang!" The window of the house shattered, and Xing Qianqiu rushed in. Then there was a sound of metal clashing in the room.
A few seconds later, a black shadow flew out of the room and fell heavily to the ground.
The black shadow fell to the ground, turned over and got up, trying to escape.
However, the next moment, a cold sword was already placed on his neck.
"It seems that you are not a poor person." Duan Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the black figure. This was a man with a height of less than 150 centimeters, with various shapes painted on his face with colorful fuel.
Strange runes, and two mustaches growing on his lips.
"Hmph! If you want to kill or behead him, it's up to you!" The black shadow snorted coldly and looked away.
"I haven't asked anything yet, and you're so determined?" Duan Ming said with a smile.
"Anyway, you don't have to ask anything. If you ask me, I won't tell you, and if I tell you, it won't be true." Black Shadow shouted.
"You are an interesting person, what is your name?" Duan Ming asked.
"Huh!" Black Shadow turned his head and snorted coldly.
"Oh, sir." Duan Ming nodded.
"My name is not Mr. Heng!" The black shadow immediately shouted: "My name is Yaksha."
"No, just call him Mr. Heng." Duan Ming shook his head, then looked at Xing Qianqiu: "Old Xing, it's getting late now, let's ask Mr. Heng to have dinner with us."
"Okay." Xing Qianqiu nodded.
"Mr. Duan, aren't we leaving?" Li Waner asked doubtfully.
"No need, Mr. Humph will tell us many things we want to know," Duan Ming said with a smile.
At the same time, Duan Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he had a vague feeling that if they continued to move forward, they might become very dangerous.
Although Xing Qianqiu is very skilled in martial arts, can he and Li Waner be protected even if Xing Qianqiu is very skilled in martial arts?
Then, Duan Ming and the others turned around and left with "Mr. Humph" in their arms.
"Woooooooo..." As Duan Ming and the others left, strange sounds suddenly came from the surrounding rooms, making people cry like they were complaining!
Soon, Duan Ming and the others returned to the Mirror Department, and Xing Qianqiu directly pushed "Mr. Hum" to the morgue.
"Mr. Hum." Duan Ming found a bench and sat across from "Mr. Hum", pointing to Xu Hansan's body: "Do you recognize this body?"
"Humph!" Mr. Humph snorted coldly and said nothing.
"This is the body of Xu Laizi, the watchman. It is said that he was killed by hundreds of ghosts, and his head is missing." Duan Ming said solemnly: "I have always had a good relationship with Xu Laizi. Last night, Xu Laizi asked me in a dream, saying,
He lost his head and couldn't see the way to the underworld. He was always bullied, so he wanted me to help him find a head."
Mr. Heng looked at Duan Ming, his eyes full of doubts.
"I originally thought, I am a good person after all. Where can I get a head for him? I can't just take off my own head and put it on for him." Duan Ming sighed: "But the cripple Xu is quite good and alive.
It would be too unfair to be bullied because of my legs when I was young, and to be bullied because of my head after death."
"What on earth do you want to say!" Mr. Heng shouted.
"So, I still have to get his head." Duan Ming nodded seriously and looked at Mr. Heng: "Then you said this is not a coincidence. Just when I was worried about getting his head, this
The brain comes on its own."
"What are you going to do?" Mr. Heng shouted.
"I'll ask again, are you unwilling to say anything?" Duan Ming looked at Mr. Hem expectantly.
"That's right!" Mr. Heng said.
"That's great!" Duan Ming clapped his hands, then looked at Xu Shizhong's body: "Old Xu, your head will be here soon. Just wait, it will be there soon!"
Then, Duan Ming looked at Xing Qianqiu: "Old Xing, he won't say anything anyway, so don't waste time and kill him."
"Oh, okay." Xing Qianqiu said calmly.
Li Waner looked at Duan Ming and then at Xing Qianqiu in surprise, but did not speak.
He knew that these two people must have something up their sleeve.
"Don't drag it away, just kill it here." Duan Ming said, "Cut off the head and put it on Lao Xu directly, so you don't have to transport the body."
"Okay." Xing Qianqiu said and took out the sword in his hand.
"Wait a minute, you are scaring me, you can't kill me!" Mr. Heng's face turned pale and he shouted.
"Yes, yes, everything you said is right!" Duan Ming said, looking up at Xing Qianqiu again and again: "Remember, aim at the fifth cervical vertebra, so that it can match the body."
"I know." Xing Qianqiu gently scratched the skin of Mr. Heng's neck with his sword, as if to mark it.
"Wait, wait!" Mr. Heng shouted hurriedly.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Humph, what you said is right, so don't waste time. Lao Xing, hurry up and chop..." Duan Ming said eagerly.
"My name is Sun Erniu, and I am a ghost customer in the ghost market! I have met this man named Xu Hansan in the past, but his death has nothing to do with me!" Mr. Heng never thought about the speed of his speech.
It's so fast.
"What he said must be false, Lao Xing, hurry up and do it!" However, Duan Ming was anxious and shouted hurriedly.
"Hey, I've already said it, why do you still do it!" Duan Ming was anxious, and Sun Erniu was even more anxious, shouting.
"What you said must be a lie. How can you be called Sun Erniu when you are so young!" Duan Ming said: "Also, what you said about a ghost market is nonsense. There is no ghost market!"
"My name is Sun Erniu! Does Sun Erniu have to be as strong as a cow? Does Wang Mazi have to have pockmarks on his face?" Sun Erniu said hurriedly: "And I can take you to the ghost market at night!
Really! Also, although I didn’t kill this cripple Xu, I know who killed him, and he is hiding in the ghost market!"
"Really?" Xing Qianqiu asked in a deep voice as the blade of the knife stopped against the back of Sun Erniu's neck.
Feeling the coldness on the back of his neck, Sun Erniu's heart twitched and he hurriedly said: "Really, more real than gold!"
"In this case..." Xing Qianqiu looked at Duan Ming.
"Well..." Duan Ming nodded and was about to speak when he saw Xu Shizhong walking in quickly.
"It's bad!" Xu Shizhong said to Xing Qianqiu: "Hundred ghosts appeared again, and the people from the Chu State mission are dead!"
