"Do you know who is being held next to me?" Wang Taiping, probably tired of walking around all day, came forward again and shamelessly spoke to Wei Changpan, who was sitting cross-legged in the corner with a languid expression.
Seeing the half-grown man shaking his head, Wang Taiping was very satisfied, and the conversation suddenly started. The neighbor who was locked up next door was wearing a forty-pound heavy handcuff, and his hands and feet were tied with fine iron chains as thick as his wrists.
, it is difficult to straighten up, let alone stand up and move around.
The most interesting thing is that there is a patrol officer Dutou and a Shibu pawn from the county stationed outside this team. Although his official rank is not high-ranking, he is indeed the confidant of the county magistrate. He has real skills and is said to be able to hit one with one punch.
Why do you keep guarding this place where birds don't poop all day long? Think about it carefully.
According to some rumors coming from some yamen, this guy across the wall, with at least a hundred lives on his hands, massacred a prosperous and prosperous family in a nearby village one night six months ago.
After killing the swaddling child, he sat in the yard where the blood flowed like a stream until the east was white, and hundreds of officers and soldiers around him watched all night! No one dared to step forward, but the leader finally became anxious and said:
Whoever can take down this man will get fifty taels of silver. When this number increased to one hundred taels, a new recruit bravely stepped forward, randomly took a rope and circled it twice, and saw the bloody man
The gangsters still showed no reaction, so they swarmed in and captured him.
Wei Changpan hesitated for a moment, and the image of a heart-eating demon emerged in his mind, and even though he was not a timid person, his face turned pale.
Wang Taiping was still talking to himself, talking about the past of this gangster, how he was still as stable as a rock even after being tried for eighty minutes in court. He was angry when he learned that the county boss had thrown out all the scaffolding, and taught the government officials on both sides to beat him hard, and the government officials replaced him.
After buying three batches, even two boards were discounted, but he was still extremely indifferent. The magistrate of Qishan County couldn't think of a way, so he could only put this incompetent person in death row and keep him under strict supervision until the next autumn.
Ask and chop.
The magistrate of Qishan County, who was well aware that this matter would have a great impact on his future evaluation, suppressed the matter. Otherwise, dozens of lives could easily be lost, and he would definitely be evaluated as inferior. He might even risk losing his official title.
All the officials, big and small, kept the information secret, but Wang Taiping and his ilk were often the best informed. They had to go round and round countless times before they got to the ears of this insignificant person.
After hearing Wang Taiping's words, Mrs. Zhou wanted to go up and tear his mouth open. She knew clearly that the criminal thief regarded human life as nothing, and she was still raising her voice here. Did she really think that she would not live long?
Wang Taiping, who didn't notice at all, swallowed his saliva and wanted to add more fuel and jealousy. Mrs. Zhou slapped her in the face. Fortunately, his eyesight and hands were quick to avoid it. Wang Taiping said angrily:
"You're such a bad old woman, you're out of your mind? Why did you hit me?"
Mrs. Zhou pointed to the wall next door, and Wang Taiping, who was belatedly aware of it, hurriedly covered the troublesome mouth. My dear mother, I forgot that people are only two or three feet away from me. If I kill people like that day again, I will pay for it.
have to?
The county prison guard probably cut a lot of corners at the beginning. The walls were pitifully thin and cracked even after a few punches from a slightly stronger man. Wang Taiping had nothing to do every day, but at the same time he couldn't help but worry that he would be accused of this before he saw the light of day again.
The house that may collapse one day may be buried alive.
He tiptoed to the wall and listened for a long time. When he found that there was no movement, Wang Taiping breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the straw.
As a martial artist on the first floor, Wei Changpan's ears and eyes were sharper than ordinary people. He heard two footsteps approaching gradually, and he cheered up with hope.
Just two to carry
The jailer holding the rice bucket completely dispelled his idea. A bowl of broken rice and vegetable soup with a few old leaves floating on it was all the food. Wei Changpan, who had a big appetite, frowned and cleaned the bowl three times.
After eating the last grain of rice, she still didn't feel very hungry, and the same was true for old woman Zhou, let alone Wei Changpan.
Only Wang Taiping looked down upon the meager food in front of him. He had a brother from the Taoist community who had spent money up and down earlier, so his life was naturally much better than that damn old woman's.
There was also a bulging oil paper bag hidden in the rice bucket, which contained five scallion pancakes and a duck leg with sauce. Seeing Wei Changpan's direct gaze that he couldn't hide at all, he threw away a scallion pancake nonchalantly, hesitated for a moment, and gave it to the man who had been eating.
Old lady Zhou looked very unpleasant.
After three mouthfuls of scallion pancakes, seeing that Wei Changpan was still unfinished, Wang Taiping was speechless and gave Wei Changpan his share of broken rice soup.
Wei Changpan, who was finally eighty percent full, had a smile on his face. After all, the world is not as big as a full stomach.
Throwing the cleanly chewed sauced duck legs aside, Wang Taiping wanted to ask Wei Changpan a question that he was very curious about. What on earth did he commit to be thrown in?
Just as Wei Changpan was about to speak, the roof made a few creaking noises as it could not bear the weight. Immediately, a large piece of the roof collapsed, followed by a pile of broken bricks and tiles, as well as the mass that separated the murderer's head.
Block the wall.
My dear mother, don't let that earth dragon roll over. Wang Taiping, who is most afraid of death, picked up the quilt and put it on his head and huddled up.
After peeling away a few pieces of broken bricks and tiles, there was a rare heavy snowfall in Qishan County above the head. Wei Changpan guessed that the dormitory was in disrepair for a long time and encountered a heavy snowfall that had not happened in more than ten or twenty years, so it completely collapsed. Looking around,
Old lady Zhou happened to hide in a corner and escaped, but Wang Taiping was the most unlucky. When the wall fell down, most of it was buried by bricks and earth. Wei Changpan spent a lot of effort to remove these rags. Wang Taiping was afraid of death, but
I was lucky enough to have a few bruises on my oily skin, and not a few beads of blood were visible.
The patrolmen who heard the big commotion here put down the food and wine in their hands, called all the infantrymen on duty to get their weapons and rush over, but they only found the bad old woman and the thief in the ruins, and besides them there were only one and a half people.
My dear, the prisoner on death row whom the magistrate told him to pay close attention to was nowhere to be seen.
The patrol officer Dutou secretly complained in his heart and called on the infantrymen on duty to search carefully to see people dead and corpses. Today, the magistrate's son came with him. Even if it was a disaster, he tried his best to make up for it beautifully.
some.
Xiao Qian, who arrived a little later than the patrolman, was shocked when he saw the messy scene in front of him. That boy was not unlucky. If he died like this, he would not be able to escape the blame. His life would definitely not be easy.
When he glanced at Wei Changpan, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the latter was only a little embarrassed but his life was not in danger.
Then the vigilance in my heart increased sharply, and then.
The only son of the magistrate of Qishan County, the most talented disciple of Zhang Wu, and a third-level martial artist who was expected to surpass the leader in martial arts in the county, his head was cut off by an extremely sharp iron piece the size of a palm.
A human head fell into the muddy snow. Xiao Qian's last thought before his vision turned completely black was that he would have tasted all the beauties in Rouge Township if he had known this.
The people around were shouting in shock or fear, but the patrolman with a sword on his waist was furious. How dare someone kill the only son of the magistrate under his nose?!
The middle-aged man, whose palms were still dripping with blood, straightened his back and had thick beard and long hair.
His hair has not been trimmed, but he has a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes. If the thick beard and hair are slightly taken care of, he will inevitably reveal a face that will make a woman who knows what a mature man is like intoxicated.
The patrolmen who knew that their careers were cut off all drew their swords. The hands of the soldiers who had seen blood for the first time were shaking with their spears and spears. This made him frown, who originally expected to surround and kill this person, and then drew his sword.
Cut across the chest.
If he returned unscathed this time, not to mention that the patrolman would not be able to bear the burden. Under the anger of the county magistrate, his wife might even be implicated. Instead of doing this, it is better to risk her life today and get this lucky kill.
People are desperate to seek blessings from misfortune. If they die unfortunately, the Xiaozhi County will not pursue it more. The pension money by himself is enough to support the family.
The coldness from the sword in his hand made the patrolman who was eager to fight calm down. He was also one of the many soldiers who participated in the encirclement and suppression of this man, and he was the first recruit to tie him up. Even so
Many days had passed, but he still had fresh memories of the scene in that wealthy family's home. He killed forty-seven people, including two two-story warriors guarding the house, with just a curling blade hatchet.
They all cut off their heads with one knife!
Including the two two-story nurses, there was no way to fight back. The real scene was actually more bloody than Wang Taiping's embellished description. It took three days to piece together the body identification. It was still summer, and the shroud
The flies are like a dark cloud covering the sky!
The scene flashed through his mind inadvertently, and the policeman who tried to remain calm took a deep breath of cold air and prepared to draw his knife.
"Your hands are shaking." The middle-aged man reminded him kindly, but he made no move.
The policemen were all stunned.
The soldiers all around were shouting for it. Who doesn't know the sharpness of that simple sword? The patrolman Dutou is even more skilled. He has the physique of a three-story warrior. He once broke through three layers of Yao's standard armor with one sword.
It won't take long for someone to be ruthless and easily captured.
Even the patrol officers felt a sense of invincibility from these shouts.
The sword was very fast, and even if the three-story martial artist managed it with his bare hands, he would still be seriously injured even if he avoided the vital part.
But he forgot something.
It wouldn't be difficult for a martial artist who could cut off the head of Xiao Qian who stepped into the third floor with one leg in an instant, to kill a warrior who was no more than half a floor tall, right?
The powerful and heavy knife fell into the air, and there was an iron piece on the patrolman's forehead.
With a casual throw, you can take someone's life like picking something out of a bag.
When the surrounding soldiers were still wondering why the heads of the brave policemen who wielded swords could not move even after being stabbed, the middle-aged man took out the iron piece, slashed lightly, and another head rolled off.
The head rolled down in the snow, and in the white snow, the splash of bright red was vividly alive.