Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

Chapter 98
As soon as Dao looked through the last corpse, she got up and said, "Si Qing, from the left, the first deceased were aged thirteen, twelve, and twelve, and the remaining three were all around 16 years old. "

Chen Shuguang said in a daze, "Yang Liu is the oldest among us, he is thirteen, Lu Qi and Zheng Jiu are the same age as me, Rosin, Mozhu, and Yanchi are all born in the same family, and they grew up with the three of them. The older one is sixteen years old."

Dao glanced at him, sighed insignificantly, and said, "The deceased had all been beaten with sticks before they were alive, and there were many fractures and fractures in their bodies. Judging from the wounds of the sticks, some of the wounds were on the left side. The horizontal length is three inches, and the width is two inches and five minutes; the right side is three inches and five inches, and the width is three inches. Each is three inches deep.

There are also scars on the left and right sides that are three inches to three inches in length and three inches deep. Because they were buried in the ice and snow, and because the time of receiving the stick was too short, the scars on their bodies were completely preserved.

There are also marks of being beaten with sticks on their backs, measuring five inches across, three inches across, and five inches deep.

Judging from their scars, the wounds of the three kinds of sticks are different in depth, and there are no fewer than ten people who performed them.

It should be within the last two or three days.

The real cause of their death was not walking with sticks and sticks, but because of the final burial, leaving their last breath and not being able to breathe, that was their fatal cause of death. "After Daoyi finished speaking, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked at the dozens of servants kneeling on the ground.

She couldn't bear half a sympathy.

She did not expect to have an autopsy on the trip. She could only use her hands to do the autopsy without any tools, which undoubtedly made it more difficult. It's hard to breathe just looking at it.

All six of them just wanted to live, to live in the sun as much as they wanted.

She can't fulfill this wish.

The only way is to help them detect their injuries, help Dali Temple provide clues, and clear up their grievances.

Chen Shuguang wiped away the tears on his face, "The three of them are the youngest in the family, unlike me, they are subject to less restraint, not to mention obedience, but if you want to go out to play by yourself during the Chinese New Year, you still have to OK."

Dao Yi's expression was a little strange, she asked silently: There seems to be something wrong with this kind of love.

Wang Xuanzhi also responded silently: This matter will be investigated after the fact, and the murder case must first be clarified.

He said, "Shu Guang, get up first, I have something to ask you."

Chen Shuguang: "Brother An Dao, what do you want to ask?"

Wang Xuanzhi: "Where did you recruit these people to serve as guards? What are their weapons?"

Chen Shuguang thought for a while, "We bought it from Ren Yazi. It seems to be called Wu Liu, oh yes, it's Wu Lao Liu. They were recruited to guard the mountain, and the weapons given to them were all sticks, like those in homes and yamen. The kind that punishes servants.”

After Chen Shuguang finished speaking, his face turned pale, comparable to the six dead on the ground.

Wang Xuanzhi, "If Dao Yi showed it to you, would you be able to recognize the weapon that caused these scars?" Seeing her gasping for breath, she also stared fiercely at the servants, and asked her, "Are you alright?"

Dao shook his head, then nodded again, "As long as I can take out the weapon, I can definitely recognize it."

Chen Shuguang pointed to the timid servant, "You, take Master Xiaoyi to the place where the weapons are kept."

The servants of the six courtyards, because the master was not there, neglected their duties while learning the master's enjoyment, naturally they would not bring their usual weapons and remind themselves of their identities all the time.

The two of them, one behind the other, arrived at the woodshed in the backyard.

The timid servant pushed open the door of the firewood room and pointed to the messy sticks mixed with firewood in the house, "Dao Wuzuo, all the weapons in the villa are here. Let's see if they are the ones you are looking for." .”

Dao looked him up and down, "You wait for me here, I'll be fine soon."

The servant nodded again and again, "It should be, as long as the Daoist can do it."

"By the way, what's your name?" Dao took two steps, then turned back and asked him.

The servant's movement of wiping his sweat froze for a moment, and he smirked shyly, "I don't have a name, it's all given by the master, you can call me Sange."

"Don't do bad things on weekdays, ghosts don't knock on the door in the middle of the night, it really is a good name, which master is so discerning, the three lying outside, or the Erlang Lord who is still alive and kicking?"

There was more sweat on his head in the middle of the night, and he couldn't wipe off the sweat on his head in such a cold day.

He didn't dare to raise his head, "The Daoist has won the award, and Erlang Jun gave it to me."

"I hope you will not let down Chen Erlang's wishes." Daoyi picked and picked among a pile of sticks, finally picked one and held it in his hand, "Let's go, Siqing and the others must not be able to wait."

In the middle of the night, when she saw the wooden stick she was holding, her head was buried even lower, and she should do it again and again.

When they returned to the ice house, Chen Yizhi had dragged all the people from the five courtyards together with his own strength.

Wang Xuanzhi was interrogating them.

Daoyi held up the wooden stick and handed it over, "Siqing, I took one piece of evidence, and the rest are in the firewood room. Not a single stick is innocent." No one present had clean hands.

Wang Xuanzhi took the wooden stick, it was a big stick, and there were bloodstains on it.He put the wooden stick on the ground, and with a soft sound, it was like a boulder falling into a lake, stirring up thousands of waves, and like a bell and chime hitting the heart.

"Whose idea was it to kill the master's family?"

Wang Xuanzhi stared at the servant in the poetry academy who ordered everyone to resist them and to keep them here.

If he guessed correctly, these people should be the same as them, they all came suddenly, seeing the servants who were different from usual, and the servants wanted to silence them in order to save their lives.

But who is the one who ordered it?

"Today, I am not as good as you guys in Lao Lai's kung fu. If I die, I will be a good man again in 18 years."

The man raised his head, his beard was upturned, and it was written in his eyes that if he worked hard enough, he could keep the four of them, and his whole body was filled with the aura of not admitting defeat.

Such a person is powerful in martial arts, but lacking in strategy.

Wang Xuanzhi shook his head, "You wantonly hurt other people's lives, what kind of heroes are you talking about, besides, they gave you a place to settle down in this troubled world, and you are not grateful, but instead killed them, how are you worthy of being human."

Lao Lai's face turned red under his beard, and he tried to defend himself, "They bought us because they wanted to set up a place of pleasure away from Chang'an, a group of dandies from aristocratic families who are greedy for pleasure, and we killed them just to clear the land for the people It's just harm."

"them---"

"I just ask whose idea it is now, don't say anything unnecessary." Wang Xuanzhi interrupted his 'awe-inspiring righteousness'.

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　Happy fifth day~ ask for another wave of tickets

　　
　
(End of this chapter)