"The Wanping Cult is causing trouble, and many guests are suspected."
"If you let the demon go now, it will be like letting the tiger go back to the mountain."
Facing the surging momentum of the boss, Cao Su said calmly.
Wang Meng stood up and said very rudely: "Lao Lu, at this time, is there any point in worrying about whether guests are guests or not? If the murderer is killed later, you won't be able to get over that hurdle yourself."
"Old Wang, you..." Lu Longjiang was speechless for a moment.
Wang Meng said seriously: "In my opinion, if we just arrest everyone and torture them for three days and three nights, we can eventually catch the murderer."
Cao Su held the knife in one hand and walked to the edge without saying another word.
Everyone pretended not to hear what Wang Meng said.
The head catcher, who followed everyone in, squatted down and carefully inspected the body.
"This is Mu Yanliang, the shop owner of the City Lord's Mansion. Mu Yanliang is as meticulous as a hair and solves crimes like a god. He will be able to catch even a small murder case with ease."
When Wang Meng saw that no one was paying attention to him, he went about introducing the new head catcher there.
Mu Baotou is in his thirties, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and calluses on his mouth. At first glance, he looks like he has been a skilled swordsman for many years.
As a result, Mu Captou ignored him and watched the scene carefully.
Cao Su walked to Wang Meng's side.
"Sir, please take a step to speak."
Wang Meng's spirit was slightly shaken, and he nodded to himself, assuming a majestic posture.
The two of them walked to the side, and Cao Su whispered: "Sir, what level of martial arts does it take for a master to transmit sounds into secrets?"
Cao Su's first sentence made Wang Meng unable to turn around.
Isn’t this span too big?
Why did we suddenly talk about sound transmission into the secret?
Wang Meng thought for a while and said: "Of course only masters of the third level or above in the power realm can use the sound transmission to enter the secret."
Grade 3?
Cao Su was silent. He naturally knew the differences between the nine levels of strength, the lower third level, the middle third level, and the upper third level.
No third grade is a major level. I don’t know what the difference is between the middle third grade and the lower third grade.
Wang Meng said: "In the third level of the strength realm, you can strengthen your bones and internal organs, and cultivate your inner energy in your body. The inner energy has endless magical uses, and it can transmit sounds into secrets. Naturally, it's no problem."
"Only when you reach the third level can you transmit the sound into the secret? What about the lower third level?"
"Of course, there is no internal energy in the lower third level. The lower third level also takes the route of bone training and internal organs. Each level of breakthrough will bring about a surge in energy, and the energy and blood will continue to solidify in the process, and finally form a trace of internal energy, which is for
Middle level three realm."
As the owner of the museum, Wang Meng preaches, learns and resolves doubts, and talks about the division of realms, which is a treasure trove.
But he immediately realized, why did Cao Su ask him these questions?
At this time, there shouldn’t be on-site teaching, right?
Wang Meng asked in confusion: "Why are you asking these questions? Mr. Tang didn't teach you?"
Cao Su shook his head and said with a smile: "No, I just happened to see you, the museum owner, and I wanted to ask you by the way."
Wang Meng:..........
Wang Meng said with a straight face: "Don't be ridiculous, there are so many people watching!"
Cao Su looked around. Lu Longjiang's attention was on Mu Baotou, while the head of Zhaoxin Sect was drinking tea from his teacup, with the elegance of not listening to what was going on outside the window.
Cao Su said: "Sir, it's not clear whether this case is related to the demons of Wanping Cult, but if it was done by demons of Wanping Cult, we have to consider that Wanping Church does not do demonic magic."
"Disciples are easy to kill, but demons are hard to find."
Cao Su opened the window, and it was already dark outside the window.
The water of the lake reflects the lingling waves under the moonlight, and the square at the bottom is still full of people and very lively.
"This is a process of patience. I don't believe the thieves will leave here so easily. They will definitely leave accomplices here."
"Whoever loses composure first will show his weakness in this tug of war."
At this moment, Cao Su was half-hidden in the darkness.
Like an old hunter catching prey, full of patience and tenacity.
Wang Meng completely believed Cao Su's lies.
There was also a dangerous light in his eyes.
"If we can really force out the Wanping Cult monsters, I will have to crush them to ashes."
At this time, Mu Catou, who was observing the scene in the hall, reacted.
Mu Captou stood up, walked to a window facing east, and checked carefully at the window.
Then he opened his mouth and asked everyone.
"Where was the first person who found the body?"
Like Cao Su, he also started questioning the parties involved at the crime scene.
Everyone focused their attention on Chu Ganlin.
The soft and weak Chu Ganlin was pushed out.
I have to be questioned again.
"Master Mu..."
When Mu Baotou saw the little girl, his innate momentum was weakened a bit, and he asked: "Little girl, you don't have to be afraid. My uncle just wanted to ask you, was this the position of the body when you came in?"
?”
As soon as these words came out, Xiao Yue and senior brother of Zhaoxin Sect both looked at Cao Su.
Unexpectedly, Mu Baotou asked the same question as Cao Su.
Chu Ganlin was also very surprised, and then nodded vigorously.
"Haven't moved?"
Mu Baotou frowned and murmured to himself: "It shouldn't be!"
Lu Longjiang on the side saw that the case seemed to be making progress and couldn't help but ask.
"Is there anything wrong with a wooden head catcher?"
"It's not right, it's hugely wrong!"
Mu Baotou pointed at the corpse and said: "Everyone, please see, the deceased was hit hard on the left chest and died instantly."
"The deceased was oriented east-west, and the blood was on the west side."
"If he was hit by a palm in the front of his chest, he should have fallen to the sky, and the direction of the blood stain should not be on the west side. It is most likely to be scattered around."
"So it is very likely that the deceased was not hit in the chest, but in the back."
As Mu Baotou said this, he turned this direct disciple over.
But they found that this person's back was clean and there were no traces of being hit.
this........
Everyone is listening carefully.
It turns out that the car actually overturned...
Mu Baotou's expression did not change and he turned the person back again.
He said calmly: "So there is only one possibility left. This person did not die from being hit in the palm at all. In other words, this person was already dead before he was hit in the palm."
If you die first and then get hit in the palm, it is possible that the blood will not disperse.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Mu Baotou’s words made everyone fall into deep thought.
Is this extra palm used to deceive others?
If that's the case, what is it that they want to cover up?
Is it something underneath the broken chest?
The wooden catcher squatted down again, and this time, he examined the corpse of the deceased more carefully.
He stretched out his hand and paused slightly on his chest, then his whole body froze.
Mu Tou took in a breath of cold air and stood up.
"There is something wrong with this man's heart under his chest. He received such a heavy blow, but there is almost no blood."
"Could this be a fake heart that has already been placed in the body of the deceased?"
Putting a fake heart in a living person?
After hearing this, the people present could not help but feel their scalps numb and their backs cold.
"Can a dead heart be placed in a living person?"
Cao Su suddenly spoke, like a thunder that exploded in the pavilion.
I heard the phrase "a dead heart is put into a living body".
The expressions of Wang Meng, Lu Longjiang, the head of Zhaoxin Sect and others on the side all changed.
Immediately, Wang Meng's face showed some doubts again.
Just then.
There was a sudden commotion in the square outside.
"ah!"
With a shrill scream, a Golden Light Gang disciple standing outside was dragged into the night by something.
Those who were close took advantage of the firelight to see green hair as long as hair flash past.
"what!"
Jin Guang helped the disciples all draw their weapons.
In the dark night, several strange Jie Jie screams were heard.
Before anyone could react, several green-haired monsters rushed out again and dragged away several disciples.
"Master, help!"
The disciples panicked, and an unknown vicious beast suddenly attacked.
The whole square fell into chaos.
A powerful leader in the gang stood on the dining table and shouted with all his strength: "Disciples, please stop running around and shouting. Hold up your torch and come closer to me!"
Fierce beasts generally like yin and fear yang, so places with fire should be relatively safe.
As expected, the leader of Lijing was rich in experience and found a countermeasure right away.
But at this moment, the green-haired monster in the dark seemed to have received some instructions, and several green-haired monsters rushed out in unison.
Everyone saw it clearly.
These ferocious beasts have dark green fur all over their bodies, red eyes, humanoid bodies, and sharp-edged fingers, and are very scary in appearance.
They are extremely fast and are not afraid of fire, but they prefer to hide in the dark night.
In the air, he jumped in front of the powerful boss in an instant.
When the powerful boss realized something was wrong, it was already too late to dodge.
"Evil beast!"
He roared loudly and used strong palm force out of thin air to repel the one attacking from the front.
But the ferocious beasts on the side all jumped on him, and then used their sharp claws and sharp teeth to instantly tear open the body of the powerful man. In the blink of an eye, the hard-tempered body of the powerful man was torn into pieces.
fragments.
"Old Li!"
On the attic, Lu Longjiang shouted in grief and indignation when he saw this unexpected scene.
Aren't you afraid of attracting monsters?
Cao Su glanced at Lu Longjiang in surprise, Gang Leader Lu was really serious.
But strangely enough, the green-haired monster seems to be moving around in the square and has no intention of getting close to Qiaoyun Pavilion.
"Open the attic and let everyone come in and hide. This should be the [Iron Corpse] refined by the Ghost Sect. Each iron corpse has the strength of the Force Realm. Even the ordinary Force Realm cannot defeat this kind of monster that is not afraid of death. What's more,
Don’t talk about Qi and blood warriors.”
The head of Zhaoxin Sect could still maintain a little calmness and gave orders.
"The demons of the Wanping Sect are indeed hiding in the dark, so now we might as well take action directly."
Wang Meng is not that afraid of Iron Corpse. One on one, Iron Corpse is no match for him.
But just because he was worried that the Wanping Sect might have a back-up plan, he did not act rashly for the time being.
"Why don't they dare to come to Qiaoyun Pavilion?"
Cao Su still couldn't let go of this problem.
The head of Zhaoxin Sect glanced at Cao Su.
He said calmly: "Many people don't know that Qiaoyun Pavilion is protected by the Pure Yang Formation. If the iron corpse rushes over, it will only return in vain."
Formation?
Cao Su lowered his head and looked at the square. The heroes in the square were crowded into Qiaoyun Pavilion.
Those who ran at the end were dragged into the night one by one by the iron corpses.
Then came the screams.
Then there was no sound.
In order to get into the attic, the wealthy people in the world pushed each other and fought.
Those who are good at Qinggong can leap directly and want to enter the attic from the second and third floors.
At this moment, plumes of black smoke came out of one of the guests.
"ah!"
The skin on this guest's forehead and face was cracked like dry mud.
Wang Meng, who was upstairs, took a closer look and became angry.
"Oh it's you!"
Wang Meng pulled out his long knife, jumped down from the third floor, and went straight to the guests who were emitting black smoke.
He was sure that this person must be a demon from the Wanping Sect.