Da Song a knife

Chapter 322
Originally, even though the porridge was delicious, Yang Yuanding didn't intend to drink more, but Zhang Sijiu fed it spoon by spoon, he was really embarrassed to keep his mouth shut, and he finished the last bowl of porridge unconsciously.

Putting down the bowl, Zhang Sijiu checked Yang Yuanding's pulse and temperature again.

The temperature has basically dropped, the heartbeat is normal, and there is nothing abnormal just by looking at the pulse.

It's just that the spirit is still a little depressed.

However, the key depends on the night.

If there is no further problem at night, it is basically cured.

Yang Yuanding, who had eaten, was indeed much more energetic.He had just cried, and his eyes were a little dry and sore, so he embarrassedly asked Zhang Sijiu to call Chen Dou to bring a basin of washing water.

After washing his face and changing into a clean muslin undershirt, he looked no different from normal.

Only then did Zhang Sijiu ask him: "Then, have you talked to County Magistrate Yang about this?"

Mentioning Mr. Zhou, Yang Yuanding's expression became heavy and gloomy again, and he shook his head: "No, I suddenly figured out this matter last night, and I think this may be the reason. My father didn't come over last night, so I can't say .”

Guang told Mrs. Zhou that Mrs. Zhou might be shocked by this matter.

However, this matter must be told to Magistrate Yang.

Yang Yuanding quickly made up his mind: "Si Jiu, you go with me to see my father. Tell me about this matter. Maybe you can catch the real culprit soon."

So the two went to find Magistrate Yang.

On the way, Yang Yuanding asked Zhang Sijiu casually, "Si Jiu, are you afraid?"

Zhang Sijiu raised his eyebrows and asked back: "What are you afraid of? Afraid that someone will take me away? Ask me about the blueprint?"

Yang Yuanding acquiesced.

"I'm afraid." Zhang Sijiu admitted generously.

Yang Yuanding's back stiffened, and he was about to blurt out the words "or stay away from me in the future".

As a result, Zhang Sijiu jumped ahead with the next sentence: "So you have to cheer up, and quickly think of measures to protect me. It's best to give me something for self-defense, just something small. It's a steel needle That's fine. As long as I can guarantee that I can stab the spine, then I should be able to protect myself."

This sentence directly succeeded in making Yang Yuanding confused.

He was not ashamed to ask: "Why is it a steel needle?"

"Do you know who is the person who understands the human body best in the world?" Zhang Sijiu asked Yang Yuanding back with a smile.

This harmless smile directly made Yang Yuanding numb.Of course he knew the answer - doctor!

Zhang Sijiu kept smiling, "Do you know how many ways a doctor can do if he wants to kill someone?"

Yang Yuanding became even more numb.

He shook his head like a rattle, and waved his hands together to refuse: "I don't want to know, I don't want to know."

Anyway, it must be a number beyond his cognition.

"There are two easiest ways. One is headshot, and the other is to directly break the nerves in the spinal canal." Zhang Sijiu raised his finger and pointed to the back of his neck: "Here, this position, use a steel needle to pierce it directly. People will not die immediately, but they will immediately lose their ability to move. The kind that can never be recovered. And it is not bloody, as long as you find the right position, it is also easy to use."

Although Zhang Sijiu spoke calmly, as if talking about popular science, Yang Yuanding didn't listen calmly at all.

He couldn't help covering the back of his neck, and asked Zhang Sijiu seriously: "Then how about I make a protective cover?"

Zhang Sijiu's smile was even more harmless: "It's okay, there is still the lumbar spine. The lower body is paralyzed, and it also loses a lot of combat power, right? Besides, there are places like the heart."

How fragile and powerful the human body is, the one who knows best is always a doctor, right?

Yang Yuanding completely forgot what he wanted to say, and now his mind is full of: Don't offend this little ancestor, or he may die a miserable death!

"By the way, I've heard of something. There was a senior in our medical school. Her husband seemed to have betrayed her, so she stabbed the man about twenty times in order to get revenge on that man. It was finally identified as a minor injury. , didn’t pay too much.” Zhang Sijiu “casually” remembered such a little story, and mentioned it in passing.

Yang Yuanding was completely shocked: "Twenty or so knives? Or minor injuries? Is it a lie?"

Zhang Sijiu laughed, laughing at Yang Yuanding's innocence: "That's right, how can I put it another way, knowledge is power."

Yang Yuanding: ...There is nothing wrong with this sentence, but is there something wrong with the way you use it?Is it this kind of power that knowledge brings?

Chen Dou was far away and didn't hear him, so he was still laughing silly at the moment, thinking that Zhang Sijiu would work, and his little man would be fine if he saw it!
Of course, if he heard it, it might be another story.

A story about Zhang Sijiu being arrested as a terrorist.

All the way to the front, County Magistrate Yang was working. He was surprised when he heard Yang Yuanding coming, but soon thought he was here to ask about Mr. Zhou's case, so he let him in.

Several master books are also there.

Seeing Yang Yuanding and Zhang Sijiu, some people couldn't help laughing: After all, it's a baby, and it came with a little partner, so it didn't know the seriousness.

As a result, the next moment, Yang Yuanding asked the magistrate Yang: "Father, I have something important to tell you, so I can only talk to you alone."

County magistrate Yang raised his eyebrows and laughed. He didn't take it seriously at first, but seeing Yang Yuanding's serious appearance, he let everyone else go out temporarily.

After everyone had left, Yang Yuanding told County Magistrate Yang his guess directly: "Father, I think Mr. Zhou's death should be related to me. I noticed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on his desk, and found that he I have suffered so much, so I guess that someone may want to know my drawings and force Mr. Zhou to draw them."

Magistrate Yang was taken aback: "Have you shown Mr. Zhou your drawings?"

"My drawings are all in my room, and my husband's lectures are also in my room. Sometimes, we even discuss one or two. Mr. Zhou also has some experience in the office." When talking about Mr. Zhou, Yang Yuanding not only His expression became lonely, and even his eyes couldn't help turning red again: "So Mr. Zhou has seen many blueprints."

When County Magistrate Yang heard this, he stood up immediately, and asked in a deep voice, "Then is there anything important in your blueprint?"

He was a little busy before the Chinese New Year, so he didn't pay attention to what Yang Yuanding was up to, so he really didn't know which blueprints he had seen.

When Yang Yuanding heard this, he realized in an instant: "So, Mr. Zhou painted it for the murderer?"

Magistrate Yang shook his head with a very solemn expression: "There is ink on the pen, but we don't know what exactly was drawn, whether it is your picture or not."

As if he was afraid that Yang Yuanding would be sad, he even said: "Although Mr. Zhou has integrity, but the murderer captured his family members and tortured him, it is reasonable for him to give the painting to the murderer."

How many people can bear such torture?

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