The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

Chapter 330: Personal and Physical Evidence
The murderer was obviously more brutal than the first time.

Gu Shiwei's expression was solemn as he listened. Killing with one blow was completely different from torturing a living person.

She has met many martial arts people in the past three years. Although assassins like Wei Changming are ruthless, they are far less scary and crazy than those who take pleasure in torture. And this murderer has obviously gradually become the second type of person.

Then the third time he commits a crime, he will definitely change even more.

As expected, Wu Jiang couldn't help but be a little speechless as he spoke.

"Last night was the fifth day again. Although the palace was in chaos, people from the Imperial City Division were arresting people everywhere in Bianjing City. The streets and alleys can be said to be heavily guarded."

Not only because of the tight security, Gu Shiwei didn't hear the soft-hearted singing on the Bianhe River last night.

"My uncle thought this was a good opportunity, so he asked the government officials to pretend to be passers-by and wander around the area where the two previous murders occurred to see if they could lure people into taking the bait. That Qiuniang had nothing in common with the cripple, and Kaifeng Mansion couldn't take it. How would-be murderers choose people.”

When Wu Jiang said this, his eyes instantly became angry.

"In the end something happened, and a brother named Zheng Dong was killed by the murderer."

"Zheng Dong is the eldest son in the family. He has a seventy-year-old mother and a three-year-old son. He is tall, but his eyesight is a bit bad. He married a vicious woman first, took away the family's money and ran away. So all the brothers in the yamen are in charge His name is Xiong Xiazi."

"At that time, there was a man named Ma Datian in the government office. He heard the heavy footsteps. When he ran over, he saw Zheng Dong had fallen to the ground. There was a coffin nail stuck in his heart, and his eyes were wide open."

"Zheng Dong's right calf was penetrated by coffin nails. The murderer who killed Qian Dao did not cover Zheng Dong with a black cloth at all this time, nor did he tie him up."

"Instead, he stabbed him deliberately, made him run out like a monkey, and then killed him."

Gu Shiwei and Han Shiyan looked at each other, and they both understood why Wang Yihe did not let Wu Jiang rest, but asked him to return to Kaifeng Mansion immediately to handle the case.

It became clearer why he was so angry towards Yuan Dalang before.

That Zheng Dong was a Kaifeng government official and his colleague, and now he was also killed.

The embroiderer, the lame man who poured night fragrance, and the government servant... These three people have no connection at all, so did the murderer just pick someone to kill?
Wu Jiang didn't notice the expressions of the two of them, and continued to speak angrily. When he got excited, he danced with joy and wanted to rush out and smash a hole in the door of Yuan Mansion.

"When Ma Datian saw Zheng Dong's body, he saw the murderer's back, but he chased him down an alley and the man disappeared."

"My uncle asked people to search nearby and found a token at the corner of a nearby wall. That token belongs to the Dianqian Division."

"As far as I know, there is no name engraved on the palace chief's token. How can you be sure that person is Yuan Huo? What happened last night, you just came now..." Han Shiyan paused.

"So, besides Ma Datian, did anyone else see Yuan Huo, or did they see his face?"

Wu Jiang listened and looked at Han Shiyan with his eyes shining.

He stretched out his hand and patted his chest. If there was a tail behind him, he might have shaken out the afterimage at this moment.

"Brother Shi Yan, Old Wu, I can't live without you in this life! You must let me die first... Otherwise, if you leave first, I'm afraid I will be thrown out of Kaifeng Mansion by my uncle."

The veins on Han Shiyan's forehead trembled. He looked at Wu Jiang expressionlessly, "So in your heart, can I still not survive Wang Fuyin?" Is this gratitude? This is an absolute curse!

Wu Jiang hesitated and shook his head in a panic, "No, no. But it's not me. I always think that my uncle can live for a long, long time. After all, he offers three sticks of incense a day to all the gods he knows!"

Gu Shiwei almost choked to death on his own saliva.

She cleared her throat, interrupting Wu Jiang's thoughts that were running astray like a galloping wild horse.

"Tell me about the witnesses who went to Kaifeng Mansion to report the crime this morning."

Wu Jiang did not ask Gu Shiwei how he knew it was "we" and not a person.

"This morning, two people went to Kaifeng Mansion. One of them was named Cheng Er. He was a hawker selling shoes. The weather was beautiful and it was suitable for an outing. The talented Qi Yun wore a pair of colorful straw shoes to participate in the poetry meeting. Straw sandals suddenly became popular in Bianjing City.”

"Nacheng Er was still asleep when the incident occurred. He was knitting shoes in the small courtyard of his home under the moonlight."

"When he heard something strange in the alley, he threw away the unfinished straw sandals in his hand and immediately rushed to the courtyard gate to check. It was a coincidence that Yuan Huo happened to turn around and face the door of his house. "

"At that time, he clearly saw the face through the crack of the door..."

Gu Shiwei frowned, "Then you may ask, why does he know that person is Yuan Huo? He is on duty in the palace, and he is not Qi Yun, a talented man who is famous in the capital... To be precise, among the people in Bianjing City No one knows him."

Not to mention the fact that a deputy from the front office of the palace was doing the inspection, I am afraid that many people who know the official family are not familiar with the butchers who sell pork at the entrance of the alley.

After all, nobles either ride horses or ride in cars, and ordinary people dare not look directly at them for fear of causing trouble, but everyone wants to eat pork.

Wu Jiang paused and scratched his head, "He was talking about Yuan Huo. He was selling straw sandals during the day and happened to meet Yuan Huo escorting the King of Qi to prison in Taiwan. Because he had just met him, he recognized him immediately at night. Come on."

"Besides the shoe seller Cheng Er, there is another person who is a steward of the Duke of Lu's Mansion..."

"Mrs. Lu Guogong suddenly fell ill. At that time, the steward drove out to invite Mr. Tang. He happened to pass by the alley where the incident occurred and bumped into Yuan Huo who ran out in a panic. He was not riding a horse or riding in a car at the time. He was wearing all black. casual clothes.”

"He didn't pay attention at the time. When he invited Dalang from the Tang family back, he discovered that Kaifeng Mansion was searching nearby."

"It wasn't until the morning of the next day that the steward of the Duke of Nalu's Mansion went to Kaifeng Mansion to report the case. It was the same as Na Cheng Er."

"With the evidence, I went to the front office to arrest him, but they said that Yuan Huo was sleeping today, so I went to Yuan's house again... and it turned out that he was not in the house either. According to Yuan Dalang, he didn't come back last night. , and his whereabouts are even missing today.”

"You said this is not absconding out of fear of crime?"

Wu Jiang said, remembering the previous experience at Yuan's house, he became angry again.

"Zheng Dong's family has an elder and a younger one. He was killed by Yuan Huo inexplicably. If I don't catch him to sacrifice Zheng Dong's spirit in heaven, can I be worthy of the title of brother? Although I don't understand why Yuan Huo wanted to kill."

"But if he wasn't guilty, why did he disappear at this time?"