Thunder snakes streaked across the sky, and rain fell.
A young policeman in soap uniform walked out of the courtyard and opened an umbrella to shield the middle-aged man who looked like an iron tower from the raindrops.
"Wang Tou, there are two deceased persons. The male is named Wang Liu, who was a gangster on the street, and the female is named Wang Yunhua, who was his mistress."
The young detective reported the case in a concise and concise manner:
"The perpetrator must have a background in martial arts. The woman's neck was cut open diagonally, and the man's head was cut off with a knife from behind...
The murder weapon should be a short knife..."
Wang Fobao walked into the hospital quickly with a stern face and said nothing. Several detectives were carefully looking for clues, and the police were conducting an autopsy.
"Wang Tou, the murderer is very cautious, and the rain came quickly, so there are no traces in the courtyard... The perpetrator must be a veteran, with neat techniques and extremely cruelty."
Another police officer came forward to report: "The body of the deceased had been turned around, and there was no soft tissue in the house. Maybe he was seeking money?"
"No."
Scanning the courtyard lightly, Wang Fobao pointed to the only footprint in the courtyard that had not been washed away by the rain and said:
"The murderer should have used force to break open the wooden door here. Judging from his body shape, he should be a little thin. He may have some martial arts skills, but his methods are not very clever."
Several detectives also looked at the footprints in the courtyard.
"The wound on the corpse seems to have been caused by a short knife, but its shape is more like a standard waist knife of the Yamen. As for the fact that it looks like a short knife, it could also be..."
Wang Fobao remained silent, but there were ripples in his eyes.
"Look for someone to collect the body. If there are no relatives or friends, wrap it in a mat and throw it to the Western Mountains."
Reaching out to take the oil-paper umbrella from his subordinate, Wang Fobao said nothing, turned around and left the place, walking into the wind and rain.
"Yes, I have to pay for another mat."
Seeing that Wang Fobao was far away, the several detectives looked at each other with some pain in their hearts.
They had already investigated thoroughly before coming.
One of these two people was a widower and the other a widow. They rented someone else's yard and it was completely ransacked. Even if they had relatives and friends, they might not collect their bodies.
That's all money...
…
Swing the knife!
Swing the knife!
Swing the knife!
In the Cauldron of Gluttony, Yang Yu completely forgot himself. He waved a broken sword airtightly and was completely immersed in sword practice.
It vents the fear and restlessness in the heart after the murder.
Ding~
He didn't know how long it took, but when the progress bar on the cauldron wall changed again, he slowly put away the knife.
When he opened his eyes again and looked at the familiar roof, Yang Yu felt a little startled.
After a night of venting, he had calmed down, but for a while, he was still a little uncomfortable.
This is not the fear after killing someone, but the panic caused by single-handedly overturning the worldview that was established in his previous life twenty years ago.
I am a law-abiding person...
"Wei He, is he really just an executioner? Or..."
After putting on his clothes and sitting up, Yang Yu was still a little dazed.
Recalling Wei He's understatement of human life, he was still a little at a loss what to do.
Dong Dong Dong~
A gentle knock on the door sounded.
An energetic voice came from outside the door: "Sister-in-law, are you at home? It's me, Buddha."
Buddha treasure?
King catches the head!
Yang Yu's heart tightened, a chill ran down his spine, and a layer of fine goose bumps appeared on his body.
After all, he works in a government office, so he naturally knows about Wang Fobao.
This king catcher is ruthless, very good at capturing prisoners, and his methods are ruthless. He is a famous cruel official in Black Mountain City.
Compared with the name of "Sanchi Liu", a parent from a county who may not be promoted to a church once a month.
"Didn't you say that he was seriously injured on the way to escorting the prisoner to Qingzhou? This will be fine?"
This cruel official came to the door just after killing someone, and Yang Yu couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
Grandma Yang had already opened the door, wiped her hands, and took the food and wine handed to her: "You're here, what do you bring?"
"It's getting cold, sister-in-law, remember to add some clothes."
Wang Fobao held an umbrella and entered the courtyard. While greeting Granny Yang, he raised his eyelids and cast a cold and stern gaze on Yang Yu through the window.
"What a sharp look..."
Yang Yu's heart trembled, his face remained calm, but in fact the hairs on his back stood up.
"Remember, remember."
Grandma Yang forced her face to show off, and said that she would take care of the funeral arrangements for her old man tomorrow, and asked him to come.
"Brother Yang..."
Wang Fobao paused, his face suddenly softened a bit, and there was a hint of shame in his eyes: "Brother Yang, he just disappeared..."
Looking at the old woman who was much more haggard than before, Wang Fabao's tone was choked up and he couldn't speak anymore.
The jailer had no duty to escort the prisoners, but because he had sent many casualties, he had to force them through.
did not expect……
"Even if he disappears, making a memorial tablet is still just a thought, right? If he can't come back..."
The old woman looked gloomy, and summoned her strength to greet Wang Fobao into the room, while she went to the kitchen to prepare meals.
"The king catches the head."
Yang Yu suppressed the panic in his heart, stepped forward to greet him, and thanked him for granting him leave for these days.
"What a great job you did."
Glancing at the empty and almost sold-out house, Wang Fabao spoke in a cold, harsh tone:
"My sword skills are good, but I'm too immature."
"ah?"
Yang Yu looked confused, as if he didn't understand: "Wang Captou, what big thing happened in the city?"
The killing may have been a moment of anger, or it may have been Old Man Wei's request.
But Yang Yu was not a fool either. He covered his face when he left to avoid any possibility of being discovered, and quickly cleaned up after the murder.
He thought that even if he had a motive and no evidence, the Yamen would not be able to get at him.
"Two people died in the west of the city. It just so happened that one was Wang Yunhua who came to the door before, and the other was Wang Liu who wanted to intercept you at the city gate before."
"What's even more coincidental is that both of them were killed by a broken knife. Judging from the angle of the knife wound, the height and shape of the assailant are very different from yours."
Wang Fobao stared deeply at Yang Yu: "A coincidence or not?"
"Ah? Was Wang Liu killed?"
Yang Yu was nervous in his heart, but anger flashed across his face: "Good death! This Wang Liu was roaming the streets and oppressed many people. Maybe he was killed by a passing hero to eliminate evil!"
There are many kinds of people.
Some people become incoherent when they are in a panic, while some people become calmer when they are nervous.
Yang Prison is the latter.
While he was replying, he was thinking about his actions last night, thinking that he had not left any traces.
Then, you will die if you don’t admit it!
"Wang Liu deserves to die."
Wang Fobao nodded, seeming to agree.
Yang Yu was slightly startled when he saw this cold-faced official walking around the room to the window, reaching out and taking the broken knife on the window sill.
"You washed it very clean, but it's a pity that the smell of blood cannot be washed away so easily."
With his back to Yang Yu, Wang Fobao looked out the window at the wind and rain and seemed to have something to say:
"A scoundrel like Wang Liu may really deserve to die. But what will happen if everyone in the world is like you?"
At this point, Wang Fobao flicked his wrist, and the broken knife disappeared into the wind and rain with a "buzz" sound, and it was inserted straight into the yellow mud ground, and the handle was not visible.
"This is Brother Yang's pension. Take your mother-in-law to find a place to live in the inner city!"
Wang Fobao took out a cloth bag from his arms and slapped it on the window sill.
Turn around, hold an umbrella, and go out.
Yang Yu stared blankly at the figures in the rain getting further and further away, but there was still a voice echoing in his ears: