in the edge

Chapter 422 Judge’s Pen

Friends who often kill people know that the killing itself is actually not that difficult.

The human body itself is actually quite fragile. Whether it is massive bleeding, suffocation, damage to internal organs, or brain damage, people will die on the spot - but death is never the end. After a person dies, the trouble really begins.

Just like now, after collecting the loot immediately, Du Chengfeng had to think carefully about how to solve the matter of killing the county magistrate.

This situation is different from killing the emperor in Jiankang. If you kill the emperor, you will kill him. Anyway, he does not live in Jiankang City, but now, it is obvious that he will stay in Sanshan Town for a while, and everyone bows his head and disappears. See you later, you have to find a suitable way to say it, otherwise your life will be really difficult.

"In short, our magistrate has unfortunately died."

Facing the stunned government officials, Du Chengfeng hid his face and sighed.

"What a good person, why is he just...what? Who is that person on the ground, you ask? The person on the ground is a thief pretending to be the magistrate, who else could he be?"

"This……"

Under Du Chengfeng's narration, the government officials had probably finished hearing what happened.

After scolding Magistrate Yuan, the government officials began to praise Du Chengfeng.

After looking at the government officials who had already begun to dispose of the corpses, and then at the bald pen in his hand, Du Chengfeng suddenly realized that he might have gotten something extraordinary.

"Is it because of this pen?"

After beating Yuan Zhixian to death, he took back the two broadswords that were restored to their original state, leaving only the bald pen in his hand. The main reason was that this thing was indeed easy to carry - if he was really If there is any change, it is probably the addition of this pen.

Facing the praise from the government officials, Du Chengfeng was dumbfounded.

"Of course, not all masters are bad people. For example, on your side...if you hadn't exposed this evil thief, we don't know how long we would have been kept secret."

Du Chengfeng can be sure that these government officials cannot be so easy to talk to - at most they will not dare to question his decision because they are afraid of his fists, but true conviction like this... this is obviously not a pure strength. Did it.

Thinking like this, the government officials spat at the human figure that was smashed into the floor tiles.

And the next actions of these government officials also proved that they indeed believed the statement given by Du Chengfeng, and even planned to report it according to this statement - as for Du Chengfeng, they regarded it as exposing the fake county magistrate. The good citizen, that is, the chief official of Sanshan Town is gone now. Otherwise, for this level of credit, they will definitely ask the county magistrate to give him a good reward.

Du Chengfeng subconsciously looked at the bald pen in his hand.

"This master is so bad! What a good person Yuan Zhixian is!"

So, after jogging all the way back to the inn, Du Chengfeng found his own whetstone.

"No, you believe it now?"

It must have been done by this master. After all, masters are capable people and they can do anything.

Can such nonsense actually work?

"There's no need for a commendation. You guys eat first."

Du Chengfeng had no time to chat with these government officials, and now he was more curious about what the deal was.

"There seems to be something wrong somewhere..."

"This thing..."

Du Chengfeng was dumbfounded. He was ready to continue to complete a few more sentences, but who would have thought that these government officials would have completely believed his nonsense just after he started.

According to the statement they heard, Yuan Zhixian had been assassinated by gangsters unknowingly, and the person who had been giving orders to them was the bold maniac who killed Yuan Zhixian - as for the relationship between the two Anyone with common sense can see the difference. Could a frail scholar like Yuan Zhixian do such a terrifying thing?

Yes, counting the time, he hasn't sharpened his knife for a while.

Theoretically speaking, the pen cannot be sharpened, but there is a small blade on the other end of the pen - since the edge is opened, it is equivalent to giving Du Chengfeng room to play.

The blade of the knife rested on the whetstone, and Du Chengfeng gradually felt the past of this bald pen.

Different from Du Chengfeng's original imagination, this bald pen was not made by a famous craftsman. Even at the earliest, this bald pen was not what it looked like now.

A long, long time ago, the bald pen and the knife on the other end were originally separate. The bald pen had its own pen tail, and the knife also had its own handle. The two were originally a set. As for why the pen and the knife were a set, This also starts with the writing carrier.

In the years when knives were made, people were not using today’s paper, but older and more bulky bamboo slips. However, compared to paper, bamboo slips also have their own advantages. That means if you write the wrong word on the paper, you can only change it to a new piece of paper and rewrite it. But the bamboo slips are made of bamboo strips. Even if you write the wrong word, it doesn't matter. You can scrape off the ink with a knife and you can still write. .

This is also why the knife and the pen are a set, just because one is responsible for painting and the other is responsible for correcting. They are a set of stationery.

But since it is divided into two parts, there will always be times when things are forgotten. Most of the time, people will not forget to bring a pen, but sometimes people will not be able to find the knife used to make corrections.

It was at this time that someone patted his head and came up with an idea.

"I put the knife on the back of the pen, so I can't lose it, right?"

What's more, the process of this thing is not complicated. It is just to remove the handle of the knife, and then insert the stem of the small carving knife into the pen holder. You don't even need to find a craftsman to do it, you can do it at home. .

Facts also proved that this was indeed a smart idea. From that day on, this smart man never lost his knife again.

But what this smart man didn't expect was that this casual idea would actually save his life later.

That happened when this smart man was fifty-two years old. He was in charge of managing the library and was cleaning out the old bamboo slips and re-copying the broken bamboo slips. However, while he was writing furiously, outside But suddenly there was chaos.

It was at this time that this smart man realized that enemy soldiers had entered the royal capital. Now those soldiers were looting and looting, and even the library was not spared.

The enemy soldiers have already rushed to his face. Naturally, this smart man will not stand under a dangerous wall, but even if he wants to run now, it is already too late. The enemy soldiers who rushed into the library have already slashed at him. The enemy has a bright sword in his hand, but he is unarmed. Even if he has been carrying bamboo slips all year round and is strong, what can he use to fight against them?
"Wait a minute, am I really unarmed?"

Thinking like this, the smart man instinctively raised the bald pen in his hand and stabbed the tip of the knife directly into the neck of the enemy soldier in front of him.

At the same time, the smart man who had escaped was still surprised by the result of the battle and was unable to dodge. He was also hit in the chest by the enemy soldier's blade and fell to the ground with blood loss on the spot.

"what?"

Du Chengfeng was dumbfounded when he saw this scene. He originally thought that this smart man could do something big, but was this all the result?

But think about it, even if the brush is equipped with a tip, its lethality is extremely limited, and there is no way to compare with a serious sword. Now that this smart man can exchange lives with the opponent, he has achieved quite a record.

However, the scene doesn't end there.

The smart man who made this pen was indeed dead, but the pen was pulled out by the dying enemy soldier. The enemy soldier who had lost a lot of blood on his neck could no longer stand, and the blood-stained pen was also pulled out by the dying enemy soldier. Throw it aside.

So, time flies, and the years are uneven.

Day after day passed, this library also experienced looting again and again. The books originally stored here were scattered in one turmoil after another. Even the half-copied bamboo slips had long been scattered. All over the place, with the repeated trampling, the writing on the bamboo slips had long been blurred, and even the originally spotless room began to grow grass.

As spring passes and autumn comes, only dilapidated buildings are left in the former library, and all the valuable things inside have been emptied out. Nowadays, apart from the foxes and mice, the only people who come here are those who come here to try their luck. of the children.

It was at this time that a child discovered this old writing brush.

The pen holder was half broken, the nib was almost hairless, and although there was a knife at the back, the knife was already rusty - no one would take this kind of thing seriously, but this child found it very interesting. Treasure.

After that, Du Chengfeng realized that this child had been poor since he was a child, but he could not afford to read. Now that he had a pen, even if it was a bad pen, it was enough to start learning to practice calligraphy.

Even if a small blade is installed on the pen, the pen is still used as a stationery for now.

Under normal circumstances, when this diligent and studious child grows up, he may become rich in knowledge, or become famous all over the world, but unfortunately, life often suddenly changes when it gets better. ——When this child had just been studying for two years, he was targeted by a bully of the same age. Seeing that the child was from a humble background, the bully tried to bully the child everywhere and even beat the child for fun.

This child was originally an honest person, but no matter how honest a person was, he would explode one day. So, when the child was beaten again, the old bald pen was nailed into the person's neck again.

The bully was stabbed to death, but the child was so unlucky that he couldn't read the book if he didn't fight back. Now if he fights back, he will kill someone to pay for it. However, human destiny may be so tortuous, and just when the child is about to be... When he was beaten to death according to the law, a wave of robbers happened to come in.

The bandit killed everyone else in the village, but he admired the child's bloody spirit. Because of his ability to read and write, the child quickly rose up in the bandit group. Within a few years, he became the leader of the entire gang. The second boss.

And this bald pen was always carried by him as a souvenir and became a proof of his identity.

"……what?"

After seeing all this, Du Chengfeng didn't know what to say.

Perhaps, those who are capable can find their place anywhere?
"In other words, this child is the real owner of this pen?"

With this in mind, Du Chengfeng continued to read.

So, in the next scene, the grown-up child was killed by the officers and soldiers who suppressed the bandits.

"Ah this."

Du Chengfeng was speechless for a long time.

Facts have proved that the profession of bandit really has no future.

The second owner of the pen is indeed dead, but after all, many people still know about this pen. People find it quite interesting to install a knife on the pen - mainly because this design is indeed somewhat practical. Especially for those who have a messy desktop, a pen that can be used for both writing and sharpening can save them a lot of trouble.

Of course, more importantly, this pen can also defend itself at critical moments.

Although the blade is very small, it is still an iron tool after all. After sharpening the blade, it can be enough to pierce the human body and bleed. If there is any problem, it is that the pen must be turned upside down every time it is used. This was a bit troublesome, so after that, everyone designed a variety of new pens according to their own needs.

Some pens adhere to fundamentalism and must put the knife at the back. Some pens are just for disguise and simply hide the knife in the bristles of the pen - such a pen is definitely not easy to write with, but it is used for assassination. But he is a good hand.

However, if it was really used to kill people, the flat-headed knife seemed a bit insufficient, so someone simply replaced the flat-headed knife with a sharp short blade, or even inserted a piece of iron into it. Some people think that the iron thorn is too easy to be discovered, so it is better to work on the pen holder. On weekdays, they say that they use the iron pen holder to practice their arm strength. When they really need to use it, they pick up the pen and use it as a short iron bar—— Some people even gave up the tip of the brush and hammered the whole pen into iron, just to fight with others.

"……etc?"

Du Chengfeng suddenly felt that something was wrong.

All this time, when he was sharpening a knife, he had always seen the main perspective of the weapon - but just now, the things he saw had nothing to do with the pen in his hand. Those fancy things were just... The difference between what others have made and this pen is huge. How could he...

"finally found you."

It was at this time that the screen finally advanced to a relatively far back part.

As for why it is said to be relatively behind, it is mainly because there are familiar people inside.

That was Magistrate Yuan who he had just beaten to death, but in the current scene, Magistrate Yuan was younger and still alive.

But it was different from what Du Chengfeng had seen before. At this moment, Yuan Zhixian looked at this book with a bit of fanaticism.

"The ancestor of ten thousand pens, the first judge pen in the world..."

As if receiving some sacred object, Yuan Zhixian carefully held the pen in his hand.

"Baby, my baby..."

(End of this chapter)