Dongli drinks wine after dusk

Chapter 54 Serial Murder

Jiang Jiuying stared at Feimo, who had always been the background wall without making a sound, with sparkling eyes, and his admiration was as continuous as the waves of the river.

Wow, martial arts master, hero, alive!
May I ask which Chinese has never had a dream of being a martial artist, who has never imagined that he can fly over walls, ride alone, and walk the rivers and lakes with a sword!
At least Jiang Jiuying had dreamed about it before, but unfortunately she was lazy.Later, the standard was lowered, and I wanted to find a maid who knew kung fu.

As soon as this request was made, both parents looked at her like a madman.

Only later did she know that there are many legends about martial arts masters, few real people have seen them, and servants and maids who can punch a little are luxuries that can only be enjoyed by top wealthy families.

How much money does it take to cultivate one.Money is still a trivial matter. The kung fu foundation of such a person was brought out by the previous generation.

For an ordinary official family like the Jiang family, it's better to wash up and sleep.

Now suddenly there is a living person standing in front of her, can Jiang Jiuying not worship it?

It was also the first time that she felt the class gap and the benefits of rights so intuitively.

"Brother, can you do light work? Can you fly from here to the roof?"

Fei Mo didn't speak.Years of training and training have required him to speak less when there is nothing to do, and to keep silent and follow his master. Only by talking less can he live a long life.

"Which school of kung fu did you learn? Shaolin? Wudang? Qingcheng?"

Feimo still didn't speak.

Well, probably the masters have some eccentricities, or these are related to the secrets of their own sect, so it is inconvenient to answer.Jiang Jiuying found a step for herself well, and then slipped back to Jiang Wenyuan's side in a slightly awkward manner.

Zhao Dongli wanted to laugh a little. When he thought about the case, this guy was like his elder brother. He could be called wise and powerful. Why is he so stupid now?

That's my servant, he didn't even reply until I asked, it's really strange that you can induce him to speak.

The aristocratic family has its own method of training slaves.

However, such a girl will not make people feel disgusted, people will feel that she is ignorant, they will only feel that she is still very simple.It is a rare freshness among the ladies of the rich and powerful families in the capital.

I heard that Jiang Tongpan is going back to Beijing soon, and he will have to work for a few senior officials in Beijing in the future. I don't know if she can keep the current freshness and fun after entering the big dye vat.

I hope so.

"Mr. Zhao." Although Zhao Dongli said twice that he can be called by his name, but after all, there is a gap in status and status, and he can't call Dongli's nephew with a shy face. It would be weird to call him by his name.

"Does your lord have any orders?"

"I can't talk about the order, but the servant is the only one who has seen the man, and the man is likely to be involved in several murders, so I want the servant to stay a little longer, share a word with the painter, and paint a portrait. .”

"It's a matter of my duty, but it's up to the adults. The student will not disturb the adults to handle the case, and I will leave first." Now that the matter is clear, he is not a murderer, and he is a layman in judging cases. How long will it be if he doesn't leave now?

"Young Master Zhao, please go ahead."

Jiang Jiuying did not expect that the so-called painter in the government office would be Zhao Yuzuo.His handwriting looks like a dog's plank. Can the figures he draws be humanoid?She was deeply concerned.

When there was no one else in the room, Jiang Wenyuan coughed lightly: "Ying'er is going to be willful today."

It was an accident to wear men's clothes and perform a woman's etiquette in front, but it was a bit unreasonable to chase after someone's servant for questioning anyway.

"Father thinks that Mr. Zhao is a noisy person, and he will make a fuss about a woman he has never met before."

"Probably not." Who would be so boring.

"Then daddy intends to get married with Duke Dingguo?"

Jiang Wenyuan just picked up his teacup and took a sip of water, when he heard the words, he spit out: "I never even thought about it for my father!"

Just kidding, which of the hereditary Duke's mansions is easy to get along with, each of them cannibalize people without spit out their bones.Besides, a civil servant has the backbone of a civil servant, so people can't just let people poke his back and scold him for clinging.

"That's it. For a man who is not talkative and has no intention of marriage, it doesn't matter whether I have an image in front of him, and I won't lose a piece of meat."

What he said made sense, and Jiang Wenyuan didn't know how to refute it for a while.

Forget it, change the subject.

"Dong Laoliu came to the government office before, and brought back news that her daughter was bumped into by someone before, and she took a scholar in Tsing Yi to go shopping, and the scholar was very friendly to her."

"Didn't it mean that the father and daughter of the Dong family have a very good relationship and there is no secret? Dong Lao Liu has no knowledge of this?"

"Isn't it normal for a daughter's parents to grow up and have some small thoughts of their own, and feel embarrassed to talk to her father?"

Hey, dad, let's just discuss the facts and discuss the case. Why is your old man so sad?It's not that I went shopping with a scholar in Tsing Yi and didn't tell you?

Jiang Wenyuan is just jealous, jealous of the relationship between Dong Laoliu and his daughter.

It's not the first time he's a father, but he really doesn't have much experience in raising a daughter.This is the case for everyone in the world, the son's upbringing belongs to the father, and the daughter's upbringing belongs to the mother. Before that, he rarely interfered with the daughter's upbringing.

Similarly, the relationship between Jiang Jiuying and him is a normal father-daughter relationship nowadays, he is kind and open-minded, and she is respectful and admiring.

But Dong Laoliu cried about his daily life with Dong Cancan, but let Jiang Wenyuan know that father and daughter can also be so close, talking about everything, talking about everything.

"Before, someone got word into Dong Laoliu's ears and asked him if he had a plan to recruit a son-in-law. It is said that the scholar was dressed a bit shabby. It was he who didn't take it to heart. It caused the catastrophe later."

The two deceased were both related to the scholar in Tsing Yi, and the way of death was highly consistent, basically they didn't want to do what he wanted.

There is a specific standard for identifying serial killers, which is to see if he has his own style signature when committing crimes.

Of course, the signature mentioned here is not a real signature.

It is a method with a strong personal color that is different from others, or the method of committing the crime, or the dress of the deceased when he died, or even the place or time of the death of the deceased has special meaning to the murderer.

Only with such a signature can we call a murderer who commits a series of identical crimes a serial killer.

Based on this standard, the former Li Erniu and Qiu Tong are not serial killers, they are just cruel-hearted and black-handed.

But this time is different, this time the opponent is very suitable.

The problem is also here.

No one can kill so quickly when they come up. In the process of becoming executioners, there will always be some small-scale testing of the waters, from the initial immaturity to the current end-of-life carnival.

But both Qiu Ju and Zhao Dongli's testimonies told her that the murderer this time was not very old, maybe only around 20 years old.

It is really unheard of for such a young serial killer to commit crimes at intervals ranging from half a month to a few days, without any reduction in ferocity!

(End of this chapter)