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Chapter 81 Another one dies (5k, please subscribe)

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Although Lao Guozi practices Baguazhang, he is also good at light body kung fu.

Back then in Laojingou, walking in the flying snow felt like walking on flat ground late at night, even in the snow, let alone on the ordinary blue brick ground.

With his physical skills, as long as there is no accident, it is unlikely that others will notice.

Even so, Lao Guozi was still very nervous. This was his first mission since following Zhu Chuanren, and there was no room for error.

I originally came to Fangniugou with a hopeless heart, but then I ignored worldly affairs and plunged into the wine cellar to concentrate on making wine.

And Zhu Chuanren didn't treat him harshly. He would make wine if he wanted to, and he would never send anyone to disturb him if nothing happened.

He usually eats and drinks the best, and even arranges an ugly maid to serve him.

Why ugly maid?
The girl originally arranged by Zhu Chuanren was quite beautiful. Although she was not a great beauty, she was still pretty, but Lao Guozi didn't like her. Maybe he thought that the beautiful girl would remind him of his inner memories of his junior sister, so he drove her away directly.

So Zhu Chuanren arranged for an ugly but gentle girl. This arrangement somewhat soothed Lao Guozi's cold heart.

Getting back to the subject, since the third young master was so kind to him, Lao Guozi was not a person who would not repay his kindness. If someone used him, he would have to show his life-saving skills.

As for who the target is to be killed, Lao Guozi doesn't care. There is no need to feel sympathy for a dead person.

It's just that the boss of the Lu family, Jun'er, really couldn't find his target for a while.

"No, we can't wait any longer!" Lao Guozi felt fierce in his heart, exerted force on his feet, stepped out, and appeared in front of a waiter like a fool.

The man was frightened half to death by the old Guozi who was completely black, with only one pair of eyes exposed. He subconsciously opened his mouth wide and was about to scream.

But Lao Guozi's reaction was mixed. At the moment when his mouth was about to open, he reached out his right hand, clasped his talons on the opponent's throat, pinched him directly, and then pulled him behind the rockery.

"I want to ask you two questions. If you answer honestly, you will live. If you don't, you will die! If you understand, blink!"

The guy was so scared that his whole body was frozen, and his eyelids seemed to be hooked by something, unable to move.

The more this happened, the more anxious he became, and cold sweat began to break out all over his body.

Unable to move his eyelids, he tried hard to nod. Finally, his head moved very stiffly and he agreed.

Lao Guozi felt like a coward and asked in a low voice:

"Is Lu Taishan at home?"

The clerk no longer cared about the master-servant relationship and sold Lu Pixiu without hesitation.

At this moment, maybe deep down in his heart, he wanted Lu Pixiu to die more than Zhu Chuanren.

Only if he is dead will the information about him that he exposed will not be leaked.

Seeing the guy nodding his head hard, Lao Guozi asked again:
"Which room is he in now?"

The guy came back to his senses a little, and his eyelids could move. He signaled to Lao Guozi with his eyes - "How can I speak if you hold me captive?"

Lao Guozi warned:

"I let you speak out, but if you dare to scream, I guarantee you will die miserably. Not only will you die, I will also find out about your home. Your parents, wife, children, and neighbors will all have to die with you. , have you thought clearly?"

The waiter's face turned pale with fright. You should know that it was late at night and the moonlight was covered by clouds. Only the candlelight in the gallery not far away gave off a faint light.

In such a dark environment, you can see that his face is pale, which shows how scared this guy is now.

His eyelids were blinking with sparks, fearing that he would be misunderstood by the killer if he was slow, and he would crush himself to death in excitement, which would be unjust.

"very good!"

Lao Guozi loosened his grip slightly, but the eagle's claw was still on the opponent's throat. As long as he made any unnecessary movements or sounds, death would be waiting for him!

The guy finally felt the oxygen pouring in again. His trachea was itching and he wanted to cough, but he didn't dare. He knew very well that the killer with no emotion in his eyes would definitely wake up after his first cough. Choke him to death.

Resisting the urge to cough, he squeezed his throat and said:

"The east wing of the back yard!"

Lao Guozi frowned under his turban:
"Why the east wing?"

"He changes rooms every~ night!"

Lao Guozi thought to himself: This Lu Pixiu is really afraid of death.

Apart from the fear of being killed by enemies, there seems to be no other reason for changing rooms every night.

He took back his thoughts and said to the waiter:

"My surname is Qin. To make sure you don't cause trouble for me, I will knock you out. If you want revenge after you wake up, just come to me!"

This is not the tone to discuss with him, or to tell him.

After saying that, he turned his right hand into a knife and slashed it at the joint between the man's shoulder and neck.

"Um~~~"

The guy and Lao Guozi stared at each other.

Why didn't you respond?
Lao Guozi was stunned for a moment, then swiped his sword again.

"Uh~~~" The boy burst into tears from the pain. He covered his mouth with his hands and did not dare to make a sound.

It’s so embarrassing~ If it weren’t for the hijab on my face, I would be so embarrassed.

Seeing Lao Guozi rise again, the waiter raised his arm and said hurriedly:
"Master, please save yourself the trouble, I'll do it myself!"

After saying that, as if he was afraid that Lao Guozi would disagree, he hit his head on the rockery and fainted with a pop.

Lao Guozi's hands were awkwardly hanging in the air. He looked at the man who slid to the ground like a boneless worm and thought to himself:
"Good man!"

Drag the guy into the cave behind the rockery and hide.

Call ~
After exhaling, Lao Guozi looked towards the backyard. After waiting for a moment to make sure there was no one nearby, he swiped out and walked through the garden like a ghost.

At this time, most people in the Lu Mansion have gone to bed, and except for the servants on duty, almost no one is walking around outside.

I arrived at the east wing of the backyard without any danger. Without any hesitation, I gently opened the door and got in.

He settled silently, and the whole process was completed in one go.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard snoring coming from the right side. The sound was even and regular, and it was obvious that he was sleeping soundly.

There was still some light outside, but the room was pitch dark. After closing the door, Lao Guozi waited for a while for his eyes to adapt to the new environment, and then followed the snoring sound.

The next step would not be a problem for Lao Guozi. Lu Pixiu never imagined that he would die so suddenly.

Of course, being able to die silently in his sleep was also a blessing for him, at least he wouldn't have to suffer.

That night, Yuanbao Town was as peaceful as ever. No one knew that Lu Taishan, who was ranked tenth on the power list, and the famous Lu Pixiu was killed in his sleep.

Before dawn the next day, the housekeeper of Lu Mansion was the first to discover the problem. A man on duty disappeared.

At first, he didn't think much about it, just thinking that the guy was lazy and went out to make money and drink.

They sent people out to search, but the gardener in charge of the garden found the fainted man behind the rockery.

After the housekeeper learned about it, he realized that something was wrong.

He poured cold water on the man to wake him up and said sternly:

"What's going on? Why did you faint on the rockery?"

The key is to see that the middle part of the waiter's forehead was purplish red, with a large bruise on the bowl, and his face was extremely ugly.

Apparently, he didn't think it was the guy's fault.

Someone must have grabbed the man's head and hit it on the rocks of the rockery, causing the man to faint and die.

Lao Guozi: You think too much, you simply think too much!
The clerk looked at the housekeeper blankly, and then at the familiar colleagues around him. His eyes suddenly became sore, and he cried in grievance:

"Butler, there are assassins, there are assassins!"

"what?"

"How could there be an assassin?"

"Who is the assassin's target?"

"Fuck, did we walk through the gates of hell last night?"

"What are you thinking about? Who would hire an assassin to kill your useless cook?"

The people around started talking in various directions.

The butler shouted:

"Shut up, everyone! Tell me, what's going on?"

The waiter swallowed, lowered his head and did not dare to look at her, and improvised:
"Last night, I was on duty in the yard as usual. Suddenly a man in black appeared, grabbed me, and asked me where my master was. Of course I would rather die than say anything. As a result, the man grabbed my head and hit it on the rockery. , I don’t know anything after that.”

Then he pretended to be panicked and shouted:
"By the way, sir, how are you doing, sir?"

Before he finished speaking, the housekeeper rushed out and went straight to the east wing of the backyard.

At this time, he didn't care about etiquette and pushed the door open with a clang.

A few seconds later, a shrill voice was heard resounding through the sky: "Master! You died so miserably!!!"

In Baoshu Hall, Zhu Chuanren and He Taisheng drank all night, and they were holding on with dark circles under their eyes.

They are each other's witnesses. No one can go to sleep, otherwise how can they prove that the other has not left?
Even though children may not believe it if they are being lied to here, it is indeed a reason why they cannot stand it.

Lao Guozi has been back a long time ago. After finishing his work last night, he returned to Baoshu Hall, changed into his usual clothes and dangled in front of Zhu Chuanren's eyes.

Without saying a word, Zhu Chuanren knew what the other party meant - the mission was completed.

The less people know about the existence of Lao Guozi, the better. He Taisheng doesn’t deserve to know anyway.

At this time, the sky was getting brighter and the sky was turning white. He Taisheng yawned:
"Brother, is it almost done?"

"Well, it's almost done!" Zhu Chuanren was also very sleepy, but he was young and in good physical condition, so staying up all night occasionally was nothing.

Compared with He Taisheng who looked like he was dying, Zhu Chuanren was in much better condition.

"Then I'm going back?"

"Brother He, you can sleep here with me and do the whole show. There is plenty of room anyway."

"Okay, then arrange a room for me. I have to get some sleep. I'm going to die this night."

Zhu Chuanren clapped his hands and asked the maid to come and take him to the room to rest.

After a while, Kong Laoer came over:

"Third Young Master, Lao Guozi successfully obtained it, and also left a clue about his surname Qin."

"I know, but you didn't sleep all night?"

"No, how can I sleep if the young master doesn't sleep?"

"Haha, go and have a rest. I'm going to sleep too. Damn, I'm so sleepy."

"Yes~"

Zhu Chuanren walked to Xiner's yard. The little girl was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt a cool air entering the bed and instinctively looked for support.

After a few clicks, he successfully found the familiar warmth in Zhu Chuanren's arms, curled up his lips again and fell asleep.

Zhu Chuanren was also filled with fragrance and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

He and Taisheng He slept in confusion, and there was already a commotion outside.

The whole Yuanbao Town is in a state of panic. Is this considered a bad year?The big shots lost their names one after another, first Cai Laoer, then Lu Taishan, who is next?

For a time, the entire upper-class society in Yuanbao Town was in panic, and no one dared to go out without bringing more than a dozen people with them.

All kinds of speculations and rumors are flying all over the sky, and big shots are spreading their hands to find out the news.

It doesn't matter that Lu Taishan died, but there were many people involved with him. No one knew why Lu Taishan died. What if it was related to him?

So will the next one be me?
There are many people who think like this, and the main theme is a guilty conscience.

But even if they scratched their heads, they never imagined that at this moment, the instigator was meeting Zhou Gong in his dream, completely ignoring the rumors outside.

At the same time, Mrs. Zhang immediately sent people to the Lu Mansion to control the situation.

Zhang Tianci, Zhang Baotou, is the most trusted subordinate of Mr. Zhang and a distant relative of his family. Based on seniority, he should be regarded as Mr. Zhang’s cousin. He is in his early 40s and looks exactly like Zhang Fei and Li Kui in the novel.

Zhang Gongshun sent him over to take over the scene and take charge of the investigation, which showed that he attached great importance to the matter.

At this time, Zhang Tianci stood at the door of the east wing of the backyard of Lu Mansion, staring at the position of the wooden door bolt and remaining silent.

The housekeeper looked depressed and in a bad mood. Seeing Zhang Tianci standing at the door for a long time without moving, he couldn't help but said angrily:
"Captain Zhang, if you find anything, tell me. If you don't find anything, go in and see the master. He is still waiting to be buried!"

"Buried? How is that possible? Master Lu obviously died of homicide. According to the rules, an autopsy must be done by a deceased person, and the case can only be buried after the case is confirmed to be closed."

The butler's face changed drastically, and he gritted his teeth and said:

“Don’t people deserve to be buried in their graves after death?”

"Of course you want a normal death, but now, just give up on this idea. From now on, I have the final say in the Lu Mansion. You stay aside and you are not allowed to get even half a step closer to the crime scene without my order!"

Zhang Tianci's character matches his appearance, he has a fiery temper.

But when investigating a case, he could be extremely meticulous, otherwise he would not be relied upon by Mrs. Zhang.

"You! Okay, once the master dies, you won't take Lu Mansion seriously anymore. Okay! Okay! Okay! Just wait, I have to go find Mr. Zhang and let him comment!"

Zhang Tianci sneered:
"Go! Go ahead and see if you can see him!"

A fool who cannot understand the situation. At best, you are the housekeeper, but at worst, you are Lu Taishan's dog.

Now that the owner is dead, you, a dog, still dare to bark, do you really think that others dare not kill you?

"You!" The butler's face was livid with anger, and his finger pointing at Zhang Tianci kept trembling.

As a result, people didn't even look at him, but were very interested in the wooden door.

A man wearing a police uniform came over:

"Boss, what did you find?"

"Look here!"

He pointed to the side of the wooden door frame where it was connected to the door bolt.

The policeman looked down for a long time:
"Scrape marks?"

"Yes!" Zhang Tianci rubbed his chin and guessed:
"He must be a professional killer. His movements are clean and smooth. Before entering, he instinctively inserted the tip of a knife into the gap between the two doors to pick out the door latch. However, Master Lu did not lock the door before going to bed, so he picked an empty space and accidentally left it. trace."

The butler who heard it snorted coldly:
"I thought you, Zhang Tianci, are so powerful that you would treat such a useless clue as a treasure."

When the policeman next to him heard this, he immediately said with a sullen face:

"If you don't shut that stinking mouth, believe it or not, I will tear it apart for you!"

The housekeeper was startled and took half a step back.

Immediately afterwards, maybe I felt that I was too timid, so I immediately puffed out my chest and pushed forward:

"Come on! Come on! Tear my mouth apart!"

When the policeman heard that the other party dared to yell, he immediately wanted to give him a good look.

Zhang Tianci blocked it with his arms:
"Okay, don't go with the common sense, it's just a lost dog."

The housekeeper was angry:
"What did you say? Who did you say lost the family dog? I will fight for you with the surname Zhang!"

He was about to rush forward with his teeth and claws bared, bang!Zhang Tianci flew out with a kick and kicked the housekeeper away.

A fool who didn't even deserve a name. If it weren't for the sake of the deceased, he would have been killed long ago.

Although Zhang Tianci had a hot temper, he was not stupid. Master Lu had just died on his front leg, and before noon, the housekeeper was killed by him. Who knows how big a blame he would have to bear?
No matter how bad you are, you will be scolded for being arrogant, not giving face to the dead, and adding insult to injury.

Whoever wants this pot wants it, but Zhang Tianci doesn’t want it anyway.

But I gave it a kick and it's much quieter now.

Zhang Tianci glanced at the door frame and stepped into the wing. He was not in a hurry to see the body. He stood at the door and looked around.

It's a pity that the killer was very cautious and did not leave any footprints at the scene, otherwise some problems could be seen based on the footprints.

After standing at the door for a long time without finding any useful clues, Zhang Tianci stepped to the bedside. At this time, Master Lu's eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, the flesh and blood on his neck was blurred, and the blood that had turned dark red was infecting the bed.

"Cut your throat?" Zhang Tianci frowned.

"Yes~ The murderer cuts the knife very quickly, just like opening a door, clean and neat, he is a veteran."

Of all ways to die, cutting one's throat is the most challenging, and certainly the most authoritative.

Why do you say that?

Throat slitting and bleeding have been the most efficient method of slaughtering for thousands of years.

Knock on the blackboard and draw the key points!
Note that this is slaughtering, not killing!
The difference between the two is huge. Slaughter means taking lives, not causing harm.

Common stabbing, hammering, stabbing and other techniques can only cause a certain degree of damage. Whether it can be fatal depends on the position of the knife, the strength and even the experience.

But most passionate killings are difficult to kill with one blow!
The only way is to cut one's throat. This is a way of completely disregarding life and playing with life in one's hands. It is the most efficient way!
Cutting off the carotid artery and wrist artery are two different concepts.

The wrists and legs are all at the end of the limbs. Especially after the wrist artery is cut, blood will gush out. However, after continuing to gush out for several minutes, the amount of blood gush will become smaller due to insufficient blood supply and insufficient pressure.

If the artery is cross-cut, the wound will shrink after the artery itself is cut, and a clot may even form in the wound!
This is why the success rate of suicide by cutting the pulse is generally low.

The carotid artery is different. It is located close to the heart, has high pressure, and has a large blood flow. Once it is cut, blood will spurt out!

There is only one word difference, but the consequences are completely different.

Most people who can survive after having their throats cut are those whose arteries and trachea are not cut, but the probability is very low.

In short, the killer who uses the throat-cutting technique is definitely a master, and has lost the fear of life.

(End of this chapter)