When Qin Feng heard Dou Jianjun's call, he immediately opened the zipper of his down jacket and tore the shirt inside with force. With a "chila" sound, there was already a strip of cloth on his hand.
He tied Leng Xiongfei's injured arm tightly with a strip of cloth. Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and sat down. What happened in the flash of lightning just now made Qin Feng almost
I tried my best.
"Ah, dead... dead people
I don't know whether the audience's reaction was too slow or the people who were in the bank just now didn't see this scene. As soon as Qin Feng sat down, a woman's piercing scream sounded in his ears.
"Shut up and stay away from the scene!"
Qin Feng felt upset for no reason. He sat on the ground and stared hard at the screaming middle-aged woman. She was so frightened that she immediately covered her mouth and backed away.
"Stand far away and protect the scene. If you squeeze in again, you will be this person's accomplice..."
Chinese people love to watch the excitement. Not to mention that the gangster's head has not been chopped off by Qin Feng. When the head was beheaded in the Beijing vegetable market more than a hundred years ago, there were huge crowds of people watching.
Therefore, the miserable death of the gangster could not stop the curiosity of those people. They gathered around and formed a circle, surrounding Qin Feng, Leng Xiongfei and the gangster in the middle.
Dou Jianjun was busy on the side. He knew that in a big case like this, even if Qin Feng was the victim, as long as someone died, it would always be very troublesome. Maintaining the scene would also save Qin Feng some time.
trouble.
"This...this head is almost falling off, what should I use to chop it off?"
"It's such a miserable death, I can't bear it anymore, vomit..."
Those in the innermost circle could see it most clearly, but the pungent smell of blood, the almost decapitated corpse, and the wide-eyed eyes made everyone turn their heads and vomit.
"Feizi, don't get up, just lie down like this and wait for the ambulance to come..."
Seeing Leng Xiongfei struggling to get up to look at the man who shot him, Qin Feng said: "There's nothing interesting to see. Isn't it just a dead person? Those people's psychological quality is really poor, so they vomited like this?"
"Why don't you just die?"
Dou Jianjun, who was standing next to Qin Feng, was speechless for a while. It was true that the person was dead, but beheading in the downtown area had probably not happened for a hundred years.
"Qin Feng, you...how did you kill this man with that wooden knife?" After holding it in for about two or three minutes, Dou Jianjun finally asked when he saw that the police hadn't arrived yet.
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"A piece of paper can kill people, let alone a wooden knife, but the wood is too bad, otherwise it wouldn't break..."
Qin Feng complained when he heard this. He had practiced martial arts for more than ten years and had already developed his inner strength when he was in prison.
Although the inner energy is not as mysterious as what is said in martial arts novels, when the inner energy is infused into hands and objects, it can indeed produce power beyond ordinary people's imagination.
Moreover, when Qin Feng was wielding the knife, he was racing with the gangster's pistol, and his movements were almost extremely fast. This word "fast" is also the main reason why the wooden knife is so sharp.
I once saw in martial arts novels that it was said that only the quickest martial arts in the world could be defeated. This actually makes some sense.
It's like you take a very ordinary piece of copy paper and scratch it across human skin at an extremely fast speed. The possibility of the skin being scratched is extremely high (it is not recommended that you try this). This is what happens after friction at extremely fast speeds.
the effect produced.
The wooden knife had knife-shaped edges and corners on the edge itself, and when Qin Feng slashed with the knife, he did not cut straight down, but had a downward movement.
As a result, the wooden knife easily cut through the man's neck. Coupled with Qin Feng's inner strength instilled in the knife, the strong force directly cut off more than half of the gangster's neck.
If the handle of the wooden knife was not too fragile and suddenly broke when Qin Feng applied pressure, Qin Feng's knife would definitely be able to rise and fall, even compared to the executioners of ancient times.
"How can the wood cut off a person's head if it's not good enough?" After hearing Qin Feng's words, Dou Jianjun felt a chill in his heart. If the wood were better, would there be heads all over the floor?
And looking at Qin Feng's expression, Dou Jianjun also noticed that it was definitely not the first time Qin Feng killed someone. If it was the first time he killed someone, he would never be so calm and treat the corpse next to him as if it were nothing.
Dou Jianjun, who had always had a high opinion of Qin Feng, immediately listed Qin Feng as the person who should not be offended. He has a powerful background and is ruthless. Although Qin Feng is young, he can still be worthy of the title of "hero".
"Get out of the way, everyone, get out of the way, police, get out of the way..."
After about five minutes, a piercing siren sounded from all directions, and with the sound of the car door being opened, a dozen policemen separated from the crowd and rushed to the innermost part.
"Hands up, hands up!"
The four or five policemen at the front drew their guns and pointed them at Qin Feng, Leng Xiongfei and Dou Jianjun, while the others drove away the onlookers and set up a cordon.
"Comrade policeman, he! He is injured and cannot lift his hand."!
Qin Feng raised his head, glanced at the young policeman in his twenties, and said angrily: "We are the victims, and the dead man is the robber. Why are you showing off to us?"
Qin Feng really didn't have a good impression of the police. When he was imprisoned for four years, the chief of criminal investigation deliberately reported his age, which led to Qin Feng being sentenced for excessive defense.
And now, these comrades who act as an afterthought are very much like the policemen in Hong Kong movies who belatedly arrive after all the bad guys have been killed. It's surprising that Qin Feng can have a good impression of them.
"Stop talking nonsense, raise your hands, hurry up!"
The little policeman followed the direction of Qin Feng's finger and took a look at the blood stains that had been frozen and the drooping head with only a trace of skin attached. His face suddenly turned pale, his chest and abdomen surged, and he almost vomited on the spot.
"Xiao Liu, don't be so nervous, relax, relax." An old policeman came over. Based on his experience and intuition, Qin Feng and others could not be criminals.
Apart from anything else, it took them a total of five minutes and forty-six seconds from receiving the alarm to the scene. If Qin Feng was the suspect, he would have disappeared without a trace long ago.
After looking at the young policeman's face, the old policeman pressed the gun in the young policeman's hand and said: "You go outside and take charge of security. Others rushed in. The forensic doctor will be here soon to take them in."
Having worked in criminal investigation for decades, he has been to scenes that were many times crueler than what he saw before. Although he felt a little weird about the death method of the deceased, he did not feel as disgusted as a young policeman.
Seeing the young policeman's pale face, the old policeman sighed in his heart. He was the same way back then. Anyone who had been to the scene of hundreds of accidental deaths would probably be as indifferent as he was now.
"Yes, Brigade Lu."
He must have been a young policeman who had just graduated from the police academy. He agreed and hurriedly rushed out of the crowd. He leaned against a big tree and vomited. This kind of death was much crueler than when he was learning anatomy at the police academy.
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"Young man, stand up. I'm sorry, I need to handcuff you first."
Captain Lu spoke softly, but his actions were not polite at all. After Qin Feng stood up, he handcuffed him directly. The truth has not been figured out yet, so Qin Feng and others cannot escape suspicion.
"Hey, it was me who called the police. How come they also handcuffed me?"
Dou Jianjun was not able to escape. He also had a pair of handcuffs on his hands, and he immediately started shouting in dissatisfaction. This was because Dou Jianjun had a guilty conscience and was in his line of work, but he was most afraid of dealing with the police.
The injured Leng Xiongfei, on the other hand, could see the blood on his body at a glance. He was only lifted up by the police and taken to a car for temporary questioning. He waited for the ambulance to arrive before being sent to the hospital.
"Boss Dou, stop shouting, just speak clearly..."
Qin Feng did not resist. After appeasing Dou Jianjun, he looked at the old policeman and said: "He is protecting the scene. The money on the ground belongs to us. The gun belongs to the dead man. We are all victims. You can adjust it."
Watch the bank’s video…”
"Okay, let me aggrieve you first. Xiao Zhao and Xiao Fang, come and record a confession for the two of them.
Captain Lu nodded, feeling inexplicably excited, because this gun-related case was a bit like a major case recently investigated, but whether it was true or not still needed further verification.
"Jean, the forensic doctor is here."
While Qin Feng and others were being taken away to a car, the little policeman who had just vomited and was in a daze entered the scene of the crime with several forensic doctors in white coats.
After a middle-aged forensic doctor saw the scene, his eyes couldn't help but stared, and he murmured: "This...how did this person die?"
He touched the neck of the corpse with his right hand wearing a white glove, and said with an incredulous look on his face: "The murderer is a pig killer, right? Why is the force of this knife so strong? And it can be cut so accurately. The only way to cut is from here."
Only then can the sword rise and fall..."
"Old Zheng, you have made a mistake..."
Captain Lu showed a smile on his face and said: "On the contrary, the person who died is a criminal suspect, and the person who killed the person should not be a pig butcher. Do you think there is a butcher's knife here?"
"Where is the murder weapon? No...it can't be this thing, can it?"
Forensic Doctor Zheng glanced around, but his eyes widened again. Looking at the bloody wooden knife head next to the corpse, he was dumbfounded.
Every time during festivals or temple fairs, small knives and guns made of wood like this are always boys' favorite toys. However, the blood stains on the toy knife show that this thing is not just a toy.
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"Old Zheng, don't glare at me, I just came two or three minutes earlier than you..."
Seeing Forensic Doctor Zheng looking at him, Captain Lu smiled bitterly and said, "If I'm not wrong, this wooden knife should be the murder weapon."
