My martial arts rely on solving cases

Chapter 98 The New Suspect

"My lord, there were a total of seven victims, all of whom were family members. The head of the household, Zhong Wancheng, had two sons, a daughter-in-law, and two grandchildren.

The murderer's methods were extremely cruel. He tied up the victim and killed the two daughters-in-law of the head of the household after insulting them.

All the bones of the deceased were shattered, but no injuries could be seen on the surface, which should have been done by martial arts masters. "

Su Qing's face changed again!
There are even masters involved!

Before coming here, Su Qing had already thought about the cruelty of the murderer, but after seeing the scene, she still underestimated the cruelty of the murderer.

Xue Chonglou went up and carefully inspected the seven corpses. After a while, he seemed to think of something and came to Su Qing, "My lord, my subordinates suspect that they all died of being hit by the Huagumian palm."

"Bone-melting palm? Hai Dafu's martial arts?"

"Hai Dafu? Who is it?"

"Cough cough cough...you continue."

"I also heard what my master said. One year ago, there was an extremely vicious martial art known as Huagumian Palm. Its palm power penetrates deep into the bone marrow. Once hit, the bones will be melted as soft as tofu.

This martial art is so vicious that it quickly became the public enemy of the martial arts, and it was passed down after two generations.It is not clear who the last inheritor is, but the inheritance should have been cut off twenty or thirty years ago. "

"What kind of vengeance is so deep that the eggs in the chicken coop are smashed." One of the arresters whispered.

Su Qing glanced across the room, but saw a lot of fresh herbs in the room.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through my mind, "What does this family do? Why are there so many medicinal materials?"

"Old Zhongtou is a herb collector. The eldest son works in the fields, and the younger son follows him to collect herbs, and sometimes he also goes out to do part-time jobs."

Su Qing's eyes flickered coldly, "Chonglou, you said that Xiao Caijun learned about Ziyue Jinju in Ziqing Mountain from a herbal collector. Is this herb collector Old Zhongtou?"

Xue Chonglou instantly understood, "I'll send someone to ask."

In fact, there is no need for Xue Chonglou to ask, Su Qing has almost already confirmed it.

Tongli Township, a town with only seven or eight villages around it, has at most a case of robbery.How can there be such a coincidence of homicide cases happening one after another?
This case must be related to Xiao Caijun's death.

After a while, Xue Chonglou came back, "My lord, you guessed right, that old clock is the one who told Xiao Caijun the whereabouts of Ziyue Jinju."

"That's right!" Su Qing's eyes flickered coldly, "The murderer is avenging Xiao Caijun, so he will not let anyone related to Xiao Caijun's death go away. And..."

Su Qing thought for a while and said slowly, "I'd rather kill the wrong one than let it go. Is this place far from Xiao Caijun's house?"

"Not far. Less than ten miles."

"Zhan Zhao, you stay here to deal with the relevant matters, and Chonglou and I will investigate elsewhere."

"Yes!"

The two of them rode on horses and rushed towards the village where Xiao Caijun was.

Xiao Caijun's village is very small, with only twenty or thirty households, which is only a fraction of the one or two hundred households in the old village just now.

Entering the village, there is a lively scene in the village.The children chased and had fun with each other, and the old people in the village sat outside the house and watched the children, gathering in twos and threes to chat about the daily routine.

Su Qing and the two rode in on tall horses, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

There are very few guests in this remote village on weekdays, let alone two teenagers in fresh clothes and angry horses, who can be seen from an extraordinary background.

"Where did the two sons come from, who are you looking for?" A woman in her fifties with a cane asked loudly at the door of a house.

Although the woman looks about fifty, her actual age should be younger than she looks.Women in this era age very quickly, and many women in their thirties look like they are in their forties or fifties.

"Excuse me, does Xiao Caijun live in this village?"

"Cai Jun? Cai Jun has been gone for half a year, and there is still someone looking for him?"

"Ma'am, we are members of the public family, and we are here to investigate Xiao Caijun's situation. Does this lady know?"

"Are you officials? Disrespect and disrespect."

Su Qing and Xue Chonglou got off their horses and led the horses to the door.

"Our village is so big, and all the neighbors know everything. The Xiao family is really miserable, and they are so confused."

Su Qing followed the woman to the courtyard.

"The two officials, the humble house, neglected the two officials, I will pour tea for the two."

"Don't, don't be so busy, let's just ask about the situation, and we will leave when we understand."

"well……"

"Is there anyone else in the Xiao family? Does Xiao Caijun have any elders alive?"

"How can there be! The Xiao family moved here more than [-] years ago. When they first came, there were Xiao Yi and his wife. Don't mention it, Xiao Yi and his wife are like the son and daughter of a rich family who eloped. , a talented man and a beautiful woman.

The two settled down in the village for five years, and suddenly, Xiao Caijun's mother became pregnant.But this child's life was miserable. Not long after he was born, his father fell ill and died.

After that, her mother cried all day long.At that time, we also persuaded his mother to remarry while she was young, and it was too difficult to raise the child by herself.

His mother never remarried, and she passed away when the child was ten years old.Without his parents, Caijun's life would be difficult.

Fortunately, with the help of the folks in the village, the child grew up day by day.

Afterwards, Lao Bai from the village took him in as his godson for him to study.The child was also upbeat, and his studies were very effective. After a few years, he worshiped a big man as a teacher.Everyone said that he would be able to achieve great success in the future.

Unexpectedly... at such a young age, he fell off a cliff and died.such a pity……"

"He still has a godfather?" Su Qing asked in surprise.

"Yes, Caijun's grave was erected for him by Lao Baitou."

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he asked casually, "His godfather shouldn't be a native of the village, right?"

"Don't tell me, there are no native people in our village. Our family was moved by my father-in-law thirty years ago, and Lao Baitou was a few years earlier than mine. Fifty years ago, no one lived here."

"What does the old white head do? Do you have a good relationship with Xiao Caijun?"

"What is the old white head doing? Farming? As for the relationship... If you say that the relationship is good, it is closer than our neighbors, but if you say it is not good, after all, it is a foster father and son, but Old Baitou is also poor, so Cai Jun worshiped him as a foster father and did not get any benefits."

After Su Qing asked some questions, she and Xue Chonglou went to Lao Baitou's house again.It's a pity that the old white head went out to farm and is not at home.

Old Baitou is an old bachelor, and his residence looks shabby.After asking the neighbors, Su Qing gradually dispelled the speculation in her heart.Because the old man had no children, after Xiao Caijun became an orphan, he took Xiao Caijun as his adoptive son and asked him to support him until his death.

But it was just an ordinary old farmer, at least the neighbors on the left and right did not hear anything special.

Riding back with Xue Chonglou, Su Qing frowned and was full of thoughts.

"My lord, do you want me to send someone to watch the old white head?"

"Why?" Su Qing raised her head and asked.

"Don't your lord doubt the old man? Who else can avenge Xiao Caijun except the old man?"

"The old white head is possible, but it's unlikely. Instead of suspecting the old white head, I think the other one is more suspicious."

"Who?"

"Lan Mengying!"

(End of this chapter)