I'm a street kid, but my wife, a policewoman, won't divorce her

Chapter 20 What? You found the murder weapon!

No one knows what Chen Xiao and Luo Dali are feeling at this moment.

surprise?

ecstasy?

expect?

These words are not enough to describe it!

Now they just want to see those knives of Grandpa Huang!

Pushing Grandpa Huang's wheelchair, Luo Dali felt as if he was about to take off.

Fortunately, Grandpa Huang was accommodated on the first floor because of his limited mobility. Otherwise, Luo Dali would have been prepared to carry the wheelchair and Uncle Huang upstairs alone.

When they arrived at the room, they saw more than a dozen swords hanging on the walls of the room where Uncle Huang lived.

"In the past, like you young men, I also liked to wield swords and swords. I always felt that I had a chivalrous heart in my heart. Compared with the chaos you have now, when we were young, we did it with real swords and guns. "

Listening to what Uncle Huang said, Chen Xiao nodded and asked, "Grandpa Huang, can we see these swords?"

"Look, look whatever you want."

Chen Xiao talks about swords, but in fact all he sees is swords.

Especially the two ghost-headed knives hanging on the wall were the most important thing he wanted to see.

Chen Xiao pulled out one of the ghost-headed swords, looked at the thick back and sharp blade, and couldn't help but ask:
  "Grandpa Huang, are all these swords pointed?"

"Yes, the one you are holding and the other ghost-head knife on the wall were all made by looking at the knives used by executioners to chop people in the past."

Hearing this, Chen Xiao turned his back to Uncle Huang and asked again: "Hey, do you mean that this knife can chop off someone's head in one go?"

"Absolutely, but let me tell you, kid, cutting off someone's head is not what you think. When I was younger, I fought in a war. You can see that this knife is thick and fast, but it is not easy to cut off a person's head with just one thought. Yes. It requires tricks!”

Technique?

Chen Xiao's eyelids twitched, and Uncle Huang continued: "Have you ever seen that old movie called "Thousands of Killers"? In it, the executioner Yuan Detai, the executioner in "Thousands of Killers", has a golden knife that is fast and sharp enough, right? But the same thing It requires skill to turn the knife around, otherwise the blade will easily get stuck in the neck.”

Hearing this, Chen Xiao couldn't help but look back at Uncle Huang: "Then do you have such a technique?"

"Hmph, when I was in the war, I stabbed a stinky monkey!"

"Have you ever taught anyone such sword skills?"

As Chen Xiao spoke, he couldn't help but smell the blade.

Uncle Huang frowned at his actions: "Why are you smelling knives? I hold these knives very dearly, and I will clean them every ten days and a half."

"Have you had any brushes recently?"

"Not recently, no...Xiao Chen, what do you want to ask?"

"As for the question just now, Grandpa Huang, have you ever taught anyone the knife technique of cutting off the sword with one strike?"

Uncle Huang couldn't figure it out, but he shouted sternly: "You kid, don't play tricks in front of me. What age are we in now? This is a society governed by the rule of law. Don't think about those crooked things!"

Chen Xiao suddenly smiled bitterly: "Grandpa Huang, you really misunderstood. I was investigating something recently, and the question I just asked you is very important."

"Investigating what?"

"My wife is a police officer, a criminal police officer! I was investigating a case recently, and someone was beheaded by a knife without any hesitation."

Chen Xiao knew that it was time to say something.

When Uncle Huang heard this, his pupils widened hugely.

He looked at Chen Xiao and said in a deep voice: "The person you are talking about cannot be Xiao Hong, right?"

Chen Xiao nodded without concealment.

Uncle Huang was silent for a moment while sitting in his wheelchair. His throat was pounding but he couldn't utter a word. A few seconds later, Uncle Huang opened his mouth, and Chen Xiao could tell that he wanted to cry, and the cry was absolutely wailing, as if his grandson had died.

Chen Xiao immediately walked over and put his hand on Uncle Huang's shoulder, comforting him: "Grandpa Huang, you are the only one who knows about this matter. I don't know how the other grandparents in the courtyard are doing. I think the less people know about this matter, The more people know, the better.”

Uncle Huang swallowed up his sadness abruptly, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What is going on? How could Xiaohong be fine..."

"We don't have much information to tell you about the case right now, but you must tell who you have taught you such knife skills."

"I, I taught Xiao Hong!"

This answer was completely beyond Chen Xiao's expectation.

Uncle Huang has only taught Zhao Xiaohong such clean and sharp sword skills?
  "Then has Zhao Xiaohong learned it? Has he ever told you who he has taught?"

"He won't teach others. He knelt in front of me and swore that he would never teach sword skills to others! You know that old antiques like us sometimes want to kill something with a knife, so Xiao Hong begged me like that I didn’t teach him until that time.”

Chen Xiao's eyebrows never relaxed, and the image of Zhao Xiaohong kneeling on the ground begging Uncle Huang to teach him sword skills appeared in his mind.

Such a picture made Chen Xiao feel that there must be a deep meaning in it.

After all, this is not a martial arts arena. If you are good at knife skills, you can become a hero or a bully.

No matter how good you are at knife skills, at most it can only make you more advantageous when you have conflicts with others.

When faced with a real gun, no matter how good your swordsmanship is, it's all in vain.

Therefore, there must be a reason why Zhao Xiaohong knelt down and begged.

"Grandpa Huang, did Zhao Xiaohong say why he learned sword skills?"

Uncle Huang raised his head and looked at Chen Xiao, and then said: "He said that I am just like his grandfather. He likes to play with knives and admires my sword skills, so he doesn't want that kind of sword skills to be lost. In fact, in my heart I know that old guys like me have been abandoned by the times. Sometimes bragging about how we were when we were young is just to save face. So when a little kid suddenly says that he wants to inherit the mantle, old guys like us can't refuse. of."

This sounds a bit funny in this day and age.

But if this was said by an old man who really knew how to use a knife, it wouldn't be funny at all.

Chen Xiao pulled out a knife again and smelled the clean blade again, but unfortunately he didn't smell anything different.

But with his sharp eyesight, he suddenly discovered that there was a slight red color at the joint between the handle and the blade!

That flash of red made Chen Xiao tense up immediately.

His intuition told him that it was blood!

Chen Xiao immediately put the knife in front of Uncle Huang, pointed at the very faint and imperceptible "red" and said:

"Grandpa Huang, what do you think this silk mark is?"

Uncle Huang tried very hard to identify it, but unfortunately his eyes were dim and he couldn't see anything at all.

At this time, Luo Dali leaned his head over, and it took a lot of effort for him to confirm: "Brother Chen, it looks like watered down blood."

After saying that, Luo Dali's expression changed: "Fuck, blood! This can't be..."

Luo Dali didn't say it, and Chen Xiao didn't wait for him to say it. He had already walked aside and dialed Lin Xi's number.

"Hey, wife, are you and Sister Liang together now?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"Tell Sister Liang that I will most likely find the murder weapon."

As soon as these words came out, Liang Yan on the other end of the phone exclaimed: "What? You found the murder weapon!"

"I just doubt it."

"Whether it is or not, tell me the location and I will take someone there right away!"

Chen Xiao: "Okay, I'm at the Lanting Street Nursing Home now!"

(End of this chapter)