Mu family's little lucky girl

Chapter 99 Dead
"He is still so young, he has just reached the crown, how can he just say he is gone?"

When Jiao Datou was alive, he was an honest and honest man. Although his mind was not flexible, he must be the first one to rush to something.

Jiao Datou has been a policeman for many years, and he has gained a lot of praise from the people, and he is also deeply liked by Mo Zhennan.

He originally planned to find a good day to recognize Jiao Datou as his godson.

But now...

If people say no, it will be gone.

Chen Xiao quietly watched him sitting there wiping tears, not knowing how to comfort the sad old man, held back for a long time, and said: "Uncle Mo, my condolences will change."

Mo Zhennan sniffed, and the handkerchief blew his nose forcefully, his eyes were red and he said embarrassedly: "I made you laugh."

"At my age, I cry whenever I want, it's really shameful."

Chen Xiao smiled lightly, and said considerately: "Uncle Mo, this is true temperament."

Mo Zhennan put down his veil, rubbed Lao Gao's swollen eyes, and asked, "Heng, do you think that Datou's death is related to this disappearance?"

Chen Xiao pondered for a while, then touched the other thumb unconsciously: "Uncle Mo, I can't give you a definite answer right now, but it is very easy for people to be killed suddenly at the crucial moment when the yamen is short of manpower. arouse suspicion."

Mo Zhennan slapped his thigh suddenly, Chen Xiao and Wei Qi thought he had thought of an important clue, and all looked at him.

Mo Zhennan: "Big head's death, I can't figure it out. You said there was no construction site around. When I went to collect the body, the houses on both sides were in good condition. Why did a few bricks suddenly fall off? "

"I thought about it and visited a few nearby houses. Everyone said that they didn't hear any fighting or calling for help that night; I didn't find any traces of others at the scene."

Chen Xiao frowned.

Did he think too much?
Was it true that Detective Jiao died accidentally just because of his own bad luck?
However, why does a person who has never drank alcohol suddenly drink alcohol?
This point deserves attention.

Chen Xiao: "Uncle Mo, is July 27 a good day?"

Mo Zhennan thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Did Detective Jiao behave abnormally that day? For example, he was depressed, preoccupied, or had a quarrel with other people."

Mo Zhennan shook his head again: "The big head is honest and dull, and he is very popular in the yamen, and has never had any unpleasantness with other servants."

Since it's not a good day, and it's not a bad day, then Captain Jiao won't drink to celebrate, and won't drink to drown his sorrows.

However, he drank.

Chen Xiaodao: "Is the corpse of Detective Jiao still there? Can Uncle Mo take us there to have a look?"

"The body has been claimed by Datou's parents."

"but--"

"There are autopsy items." Then, Mo Zhennan got up, walked to the desk, found a document among a pile of official documents, and handed it to Chen Xiao, "Take a look."

Chen Xiao took over the autopsy, and Wei Qi came over to watch with him.

The autopsy grid is divided into the initial autopsy grid and the re-examination grid. It records the time of receiving the report, the cause of death, etc. in detail. Chen Xiaozai carefully and conscientiously read the above content several times.

Nothing suspicious was found.

Jiao Datou's direct cause of death was indeed being injured to death by a falling object.

Mo Zhennan asked nervously, "How is it?"

Chen Xiao put the autopsy items on the table, "Nothing suspicious has been found so far."

Mo Zhennan's face froze, he sat down on the ground dejectedly, and muttered: "That's bad luck for the big head."

Then he smiled wryly: "That's fine, it's better than him being killed."

Chen Xiao pursed his lips, but did not answer.

There was a heavy sadness in the air, in stark contrast to the bright sunshine outside.

Wei Qi looked at the sad Mo Zhennan, then at the expressionless Chen Xiao, and gave him a look.

Chen Xiao glanced at him indifferently, and broke the silence first.

"Uncle Mo, take us to the prison to see the storyteller?"

Mo Zhennan suddenly raised his head to look at Chen Xiao, looking in a trance, he said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes."

"A-Heng must have a way to pry that man's mouth open."

……

In a deep and damp corridor, a weak candle is lit every two meters on both sides of the corridor. The summer wind pours in from the entrance of the corridor, blowing the flames swaying.

Lengthens the shadow reflected on the wall.

It was wobbly, long and short, and it was a bit strange that could not be described.

The sound of footsteps was extremely clear in the empty and deep corridor, and each step seemed to be walking on the heart of a person.

The man in the prison was lying weakly on the stone bed, with disheveled hair, and could not see his face. After hearing the movement outside, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as sharp as a cheetah.

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, bursts of crazy laughter came from the prison.

Mo Zhennan was used to this laughter for a long time. Since Mr. Shu was imprisoned, he became crazy, often talking to himself and laughing wildly.

But when Mo Zhennan went to interrogate him, he remained silent again.

Mo Zhennan was also very angry with him.

The board that should be played has also been played.

No other punishment was applicable to his crime.

Mo Zhennan cannot use other punishments against him.

So they locked him here, sent someone to watch him every day, and sent him meals on a regular basis.

Fearing that Chen Xiao and Wei Qi would be frightened, Mo Zhennan explained: "Mr. Storyteller has been imprisoned, and he does this from time to time..."

"Hahahaha!"

Mo Zhennan's words were interrupted by a louder manic laughter.

"It's over!"

"He's done!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Fate is at the end, the Lord is coming to take his life!"

"Hahahaha!"

Chen Xiao frowned slightly.

Wei Qi's face was frosty.

When the jailer opened the cell door, Mo Zhennan thought he was talking nonsense, and once he entered, he yelled coldly, "Shut up!"

"No loud noises in the cell!"

His sight was blocked by someone, the storyteller slowly raised his head to look at the person coming, his arms rested on the stone bed in front of his chest, and he struggled to support the upper half of his body. With a twist of his mouth, a strange expression appeared from his loose hair. laugh.

"I'll tell you a secret..."

Mo Zhennan's scalp tingled for a while.

"Da Zhou is going to die—" The storyteller opened his eyes wide, looked at Mo Zhennan without blinking, and enunciated each word clearly.

Mo Zhennan was terrified, and was immediately frightened out of his wits.

His calf softened, and he hurriedly supported the wall with his hands.

The storyteller looked at Mo Zhennan's reaction with satisfaction, and laughed wildly again.

"Hahahaha!"

Turning his head, he saw Chen Xiao and Wei Qi next to him.

The storyteller was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed maniacally, his face became ferocious, and he cursed again loudly: "Wei Guokun, you bastard will die!"

"You caused all the people in the world to suffer with you. You killed Emperor Hong Tai and led the army to rebel. You are not worthy of being a subject! You have been fighting with people for many years, and the people are miserable. You are not worthy of being a monarch!"

"Even God can't stand it anymore!"

"Da Zhou is dying!"

"Hahahaha!"

Mo Zhennan was breaking out in cold sweat, his legs were weak, and he was scared out of his wits by the storyteller's blatant remarks.

If it wasn't for leaning against the wall, he would have collapsed to the ground.

"Snapped!"

Mo Zhennan slapped him hard, "Shut up for me!"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you now!" Mo Zhennan's voice was trembling with fright because he heard the crazy words just now.

If these words reached the ears of the emperor, even if Mo Zhennan had nine heads, it would not be enough for the emperor to cut him off.

Wei Guokun is the name of Emperor Gaozu of today's Zhou Dynasty.

Hearing a storyteller insulting the person he has always respected in his heart, Wei Qi was furious, and he didn't care about anything else, he rushed over, but was stopped by Chen Xiao suddenly.

"Get out of the way!" Wei Qi's eyes glowed with ice.

Mo Zhennan didn't know Wei Qi's identity, but he was frightened by the terrifying murderous aura on his body that was so strong that it couldn't be ignored, his legs went limp, and he slid on the ground.

Chen Xiao was unmoved.

"If you really want to investigate the truth of the matter, just listen to me and don't be impulsive; if you don't want to, I will stop interfering."

Wei Qi sneered: "Are you threatening me?"

Chen Xiao lowered his head: "Don't dare."

Wei Qi snorted coldly: "What do you really think you can get from him?"

Chen Xiao frowned and didn't speak.

At this time, the storyteller looked at Wei Qi, his pupils suddenly widened, shock, ecstasy, and excitement all came out of his eyes, and his facial features deformed accordingly.

"It's you!" He twitched his lips in excitement, pointing at Wei Qi with one hand, "It's you!"

"You are the son of a dog thief!"

"All of you will die!"

"Da Zhou is about to die—the dog thief will die—"

"Hahahaha!" The storyteller looked up to the sky and laughed.

"not good!"

Chen Xiao suddenly yelled, quickly moved in front of the storyteller, and clasped his jaw to prevent him from biting his tongue.

However, he was still one step too late.

The storyteller smiled and looked at Chen Xiao with a hideous face.

Blood gushed out of his mouth continuously, and then his body trembled uncontrollably a few times, his head tilted, and he was completely unconscious.

In the silence, the wind from the tunnel poured into the cell.

Chen Xiao's eyes were gloomy.

"died."

(End of this chapter)