() When Wang Xiaobo saw that the area around the silver needle had turned black, he was shocked and said, "This silver needle is poisonous." He quickly pushed open the door and ran out.
It was so quiet outside the door. Wang Xiaobo used his skills to listen carefully. Only the sound of crickets and the rustling of wind and grass told that the night was unusual. It was strange that the criminal suddenly escaped without a trace? It was also his own fault for being careless and forgetting.
The existence of another killer.
The old village chief and director also ran out the door at the same time, looking around.
Wang Xiaobo said loudly: "Stop working, the criminal has already escaped." He turned back to the village committee office.
He looked at the open window, walked to the window, stared at the hazy night outside the window, and felt an inexplicable worry in his heart. This criminal was really bold, and he resolutely killed people and silenced them in full view of the public. It can be seen that
His concentration and skill are unmatched by ordinary people, and his mind is also extremely high.
He suddenly felt like he was sparring with criminals, and his competitive spirit emerged so strongly from the bottom of his heart that he clenched his fists and had the urge to punch hard into the silent night sky.
"The criminal seems to be sending a silver needle here?" Chen Genbao stood behind him and said to himself.
Wang Xiaobo turned around and wanted to say something. Looking at where Qiu Yiqing was sitting, he couldn't help but feel something in his heart. He frowned slightly: "Yes, logically the criminal should have received the silver needle here."
The director also looked surprised: "What a ghost. In just the blink of an eye, the person disappeared?"
Chen Genbao seemed to have a well-informed look: "A good killer must have very high light skills, and ordinary people will definitely not be able to catch up."
The director looked suspicious: "You really have Qinggong. How fast can you run?"
Chen Genbao smiled: "I haven't seen it either, I just heard about it." As he said that, he glanced at Wang Xiaobo.
Wang Xiaobo stood there blankly like an old monk in trance, thinking about his own thoughts, but he was still very interested in the conversation between the old village chief and the director. So he said seriously: "The old village chief is too humble.
Really? You should be pretty good at Qinggong."
The director became interested as soon as he heard it: "Yes, the old village chief showed us something to open our eyes."
Chen Genbao shook his head: "I only know a little bit of rudimentary kung fu, just for self-defense. It can't compare to the secretary's fine kung fu. How dare I try to do whatever I want to do?"
The director could only laugh and dare to ask the secretary. Wang Xiaobo changed the subject: "Old village chief, what do you think of this man's hidden weapon skills?"
Chen Genbao gave him a strange look, walked to Qiu Yiqing thoughtfully, and looked at him carefully for a while: "Well, this person doesn't have enough internal strength, he seems to have just started."
"The old village chief has really good eyesight, and he hit the nail on the head." Wang Xiaobo praised, walked to Xiaoli, who had been silent, narrowed his eyes, and continued to say to the old village chief who was still watching Qiu Yiqing carefully:
"As you said, this person's Qinggong isn't very good either."
Chen Genbao's face turned slightly red and he opened his mouth, but finally did not say a word.
The director also walked up to Qiu Yiqing and looked at it carefully: "Ah, I have to admit that I am a layman when it comes to kung fu."
Wang Xiaobo teased: "It seems that it is difficult for our director to write a case report."
Chen Genbao quickly said: "I was killed by an unknown killer with flying needles. Now the criminal is on the run. It's very simple. What's so difficult to write?"
As soon as Chen Genbao finished speaking, Wang Xiaobo seemed to have heard something, and he had already flown out of the window.
Chen Genbao was also startled and flew out of the window. The director who was following closely behind him had not even climbed to the window sill, but Xiaoli who was behind him had already put her shoulder on his shoulder and jumped out.
Wang Xiaobo, however, had returned to the room with a smile on his face, and sat on a chair with a straight face, watching the three people come in dejectedly from the door one by one.
"I think this scene is over, and the director's closing report is also available. It's nothing more than Qiu Yiqing trying to assassinate Xiaoli, but Xiaoli picked up the silver needle and stabbed it into her temple and died. How about it? Just self-defense, that's enough
Simple?" Wang Xiaobo glanced at everyone, and finally, his eyes fell on Xiaoli.
The director was confused by Wang Xiaobo's statement: "This... this..."
Xiaoli's face was flushed, and she opened her mouth to say something, but Chen Genbao answered it first: "To be honest, I killed this Qiu Yiqing. Everyone wants to kill this kind of scum."
"Old village chief, are you kidding me?" the director looked surprised.
"Master, you——" Xiaoli also called out the word "master" in desperation.
After Chen Genbao glared at Xiaoli fiercely, he squatted down and ruthlessly ruffled his hair: "You're doing evil, you're really doing evil."
Xiaoli walked to Chen Genbao, knelt down and helped him up: "Master, I am very happy today. I finally killed my enemy and avenged my parents and younger brother. It's a pity that I took advantage of that dog Guan Xiwang. But you also
You should be happy for me."
Chen Genbao raised his head and looked at Wang Xiaobo pitifully: "Secretary Wang, please save Xiaoli, she is also temporarily confused and obsessed."
Wang Xiaobo helplessly turned his head to the director. The director was still there in a daze, not knowing what was going on: "Secretary, this, which play is this being sung?"
Chen Genbao also aroused curiosity: "By the way, how did you find out?"
Wang Xiaobo proudly touched his chin again, and suddenly realized that he didn't have a beard, so he put his hand down in embarrassment: "Actually, at first I thought it was another killer who killed someone with a needle flying from the window, so I chased him
I went out, not wanting there to be no killer outside the door.
He could not even hear the sound of his escaping footsteps. There are only two possibilities. One is that the killer's kung fu is indeed very high and he has excellent light kung fu; the other is that after killing the person, he did not run far away and just hid nearby. Therefore,
I just loudly said that the criminal had run away, hoping to paralyze the criminal."
The director seemed to understand something: "No wonder the secretary ran to the window as soon as he returned to the room. He was monitoring what was going on outside."
Wang Xiaobo nodded: "Later, I turned around and suddenly realized that the angle between the window and the place where Qiu Yiqing was sitting was wrong. It happened to be a blind spot. You see, the big wardrobe blocked Qiu Yiqing. Unless the flying needle could
Turn. The door on the other side is in the direction where Xiaoli is standing. Although the angle is right, I remember that it was closed when I went out."
"Yes, I closed that door." The director said firmly.
"So, I was wondering if I was thinking about the problem in the wrong direction? I just happened to hear the conversation between the two of you, saying that it's not easy to go easy on the gong, and suddenly I understood that the person who killed Qiu Yiqing must be one of the four of us.
one person."
"Why?" The director was still puzzled.
Wang Xiaobo took out his cigarettes and offered one to each of the village chief and director. The director quickly lit the cigarette for him, took a deep breath, and continued: "I was the first to find the silver needle on my temple.
Only a third of it pierces the temple, which shows that this person's inner strength is not very good.
Like this, let alone Qinggong. You think, with so many people around, the killer will definitely fight with all his strength, and will never give such a light shot. Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, this shot is
It's powerful enough, but in the eyes of experts, this shot is too bad."
Chen Genbao was dissatisfied: "We are the only ones sitting here who know Kung Fu. Why don't you doubt me but Xiaoli?"
The look of pride on Wang Xiaobo's face became even more intense: "Do you remember that in the morning I criticized you for asking Xiaoli to send Qiu Yiqing to his room to rest despite knowing that the sheep had fallen into the tiger's mouth? At that time, although the answer you gave was barely reasonable, according to the
I am still half-convinced about your character. So, I have
I made a bold reasoning. If Xiaoli is good at kung fu, or is your apprentice, then your arrangement is completely justified, because even ten Qiu Yiqings are no match for her. Also, she knowingly went to Qiu Yiqing’s office
It's a trap, and I don't care, so that makes sense."
Wang Xiaobo poured a glass of boiling water for himself, took a sip, and continued: "Actually, there is another point that makes me very uneasy, that is, Xiaoli's composure and calmness seem to have some kind of determination, which is different from that of a normal woman.
It is absolutely inconsistent. Therefore, I have reason to believe that Xiaoli did it.
In order to verify my reasoning, I deliberately stood up suddenly and flew out of the window. If you think there is really a killer coming, you will take action. Sure enough, Xiaoli jumped out of the window after you, exposing some of her
Kung Fu also proves that it was just an illusion that she jumped from the second floor and broke her leg."
When Wang Xiaobo said this, he turned around and asked Xiaoli: "But I still don't understand two things. One is why you don't dare to reveal your martial arts skills to the public? The other is why Qiu Yiqing suddenly asked about the issue of Mayor Guan.
