Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

() It was the next morning when we arrived at Qinjia Village. When we saw the forked road hidden in the woods, Ximen Qing and Wu Song clearly knew that there was no one alive in the village, but they felt a sudden tug in their hearts for no reason.

The last time I came here, I rushed here from Happy Forest all night, and it happened to be in the village for breakfast; but this time I came here with a heavy heart, and I was a little out of breath.

Qinjia Village was supposed to be a paradise-like place, and the villagers rarely had contact with the outside world. Unexpectedly, this became the reason why no one found the scene after more than ten days.

"Get off the horse and enter the forest!" Qin Fei jumped off the horse first with a blank expression, pulled the horse and walked into the side road.

The chazi in black got off their horses one after another and followed.

"Commander Qin, since you left Qin's Village when you were seven years old, this is the first time you have come back." Ximen Qing was not far behind Qin Fei, and seemed to mention this matter unintentionally.

But this aroused Qin Fei's strong reaction, he stood up abruptly and turned around: "Master Ximen, you know the past of the lower officials very well. But don't you think it's inappropriate to discuss this now?"

Ximen Qing was choked by Qin Fei, and didn't say anything, but waved his hand to signal to move on.

Wu Song led the horse over and exchanged glances with Ximen Qing. Wu Song also heard what he said just now, and Qin Fei's reaction was indeed a bit problematic.

After another section, the trees changed from sparse to dense and then sparse, and the word "Qin" on the stone at the gate of the village was already faintly visible.

At the same time, there was also a strong smell of corpses.

Ximen Qing is no stranger to this smell, no matter whether you are an emperor or a slave, sooner or later you will emit this smell after you die.

But the dead in Qinjia Village need to be buried in the ground.

"Divide ten people into guarding the horses, and the rest are going to enter the village." Qin Fei ordered.

The black-clothed chazi who entered the village had been prepared for a long time, and each of them took a "Xingnao Pill" in their mouths. Ximen Qing and Wu Song also shared a few pills and put one in their mouths. sugar, but can keep for a long time.

Ximen Qing could barely distinguish the important ingredients such as bacon and borneol in it. If An Daoquan was here, he might be able to distinguish all the ingredients just by smelling it.

In addition, everyone moistened the cloth with clean water and covered their mouths and noses, which is considered a better protective measure.

Ximen Qing nodded secretly. In the Song Dynasty more than 900 years ago, people had already understood the plague caused by a large number of deaths, and had taken corresponding measures.

"All water sources in the village are undrinkable." Ximenqing reminded: "There must be orderly actions in batches, and don't walk around at will!"

Qin Fei frowned slightly, as if he disliked Ximenqing for stealing his words: "Listen to my command. The personnel are divided into two groups. The first group of 20 people is in charge of surveying around. This group is led by me and Master Ximen; the second group of 80 people, Find some farm tools in the village, pick a suitable place to dig deep pits, and prepare for burying the corpses, this group of armed commanders is in charge."

Chazi in black quickly divided into two teams, the No. [-] of Group A was counted in the first group, and Ximen Qing and Qin Fei checked the corpses. Wu Song had no objection to this arrangement.

Ximen Qing saw that Qin Fei was dispatching in an orderly manner, but quietly separated himself from Wu Song, which seemed to have other meanings; but Qian Gui's black-clothed chazi had cooperated with Qin Fei for some years, and the dispatching was like fingers.

The more he walked towards that stone, the smell of corpses became stronger and stronger. There was no fight or corpses along the way, which reminded Ximenqing of the experience Qin Xiaoli had described. Sure enough, Qinjia Village was killed in the dark. Except for Qin Xiaoli who survived by chance, the others didn't even escape.

The more Ximen Qing walked, the more chills he felt in his heart. He was about to enter the village, but there was still no trace.

A premeditated and organized massacre.

Who is the implementer?

The word "Qin" on that stone was still as dusty as what Ximen Qing had seen last time. Ximen Qing put his hand on it and stroked it gently, letting out a sigh.

This stone is supposed to have witnessed the massacre, but cannot say who carried it out?

"Commander Qin, do you know that Mr. Qin carved this stone himself?" Ximen Qing couldn't help asking when he saw Qin Fei walking towards the village without seeing him.

Qin Fei stopped in his tracks, but this time he didn't look back: "Speaking of things in Qin's Village, Xiaguan is much more familiar with him than Master Ximen; Xiaguan used to climb up this stone to play when he was a child, how could he not remember it? But it doesn't seem to be the case now. When you see and miss someone, Mr. Ximen?"

Ximenqing's evaluation of Qin Fei's reaction is: different from ordinary people.

This kind of reaction is purely rational, without any emotional factors in it.

It would be understandable if it was someone else, Ximenqing, but Qin Fei. Qin Fei lived in this village for several years, and was not sent to Bianliang until he was seven years old.

"Commander Qin is right, let's hurry up and see if there are any clues." Ximenqing thought for a while and said, "Finding the real culprit is the most important thing. Otherwise, how can the villagers of Qinjia Village, especially Mr. Qin Is it safe to be buried?"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Fei hesitated a little, but continued walking towards the village.

The two teams of chazi in black quickly separated, and Wu Song led the second group with a large number of people to look for farm tools and open places.

The time in the village seemed to be frozen at the moment when Ximen Qing left, and it was still peaceful and silent; if it weren't for the soaring corpse smell, people would think that the villagers just left.

Deathly silence.

Now Ximenqing can understand Qin Xiaoli's description of the horror he experienced when he got out of the haystack.

Qin Family Village is "dead"!

Other than that, there was no sign of a fight, no blood, no dead bodies.

This is not something that rogues or bandits can do. Ximen Qing even doubts whether the army can do this.

There seemed to be only one possibility left for the remaining answer, which made Ximen Qing's heart tingle faintly.

When was the power of the Imperial City Division so abused?

Pushing open the concealed door, the first group entered the first courtyard on the left. It was not until they actually entered the house that the first two corpses appeared in front of everyone.

Sure enough, the male and female villagers seemed to have been killed in their sleep.

Because the body was still covered with a quilt, and there were not many signs of struggle.

"Both of them had their throats severed with a knife. The murderer was ruthless and precise. The wounds were deep enough to show the bones!"

No. [-] of Group A went forward to check it out, and it didn't take long to come to a conclusion; Ximen Qing looked up at the blackened blood stains on the roof silently, shook his head and didn't say anything.

"Go to the second house."

Qin Fei turned around and left the room without even raising his eyelids. He remembered very clearly that he was the first to draw the knife that night, and the man and woman were his handwriting.

But Qin Fei couldn't remember how many people he killed and who he killed afterwards.

Being called to see the scene of his murder really gave Qin Fei an inexplicable feeling.

The second family is a family of five. It can be seen that the male barely stood up to resist, but he did not escape his fate.

One knife left a deep wound on his arm, and the other knife cut his throat in the same way.

What made Ximen Qing shudder was that the deep bone wounds showed that even the trachea was cut open at the time, and these victims did not utter screams of struggle in the end.

When he saw the third family, Ximen Qing was almost certain that the murderer was not one person, nor ten people, but many people.

Moreover, only the Imperial City Division or an institution similar to the Imperial City Division has the ability to organize such a massacre.

Ximen Qing could imagine that a group of men in black rushed into every house in an organized manner that night, and raised their butcher knives at the sleeping villagers.

The scene in his mind made Ximen Qing feel his limbs go cold.

If there is a forensic doctor like that of later generations, and that kind of DNA testing, Ximenqing can almost be sure that the traces of blood on the Yanling knife on Qin Fei's waist can be successfully matched to the DNA of some of the victims here.

But it is a pity that it is still the era of blood test, a ridiculous method that has long been denied by later generations of medicine.

"Lord Ximen, do you still need to read on?" Qin Fei's voice interrupted Ximenqing's thoughts: "You have been here before, but do you still remember where my old godfather's coffin is? According to the child, His body was placed in a coffin."

Qin Fei's words seemed to allow Ximen Qing to draw a clear path among the complicated clues.

Why did the assailant put Mr. Qin's body in the coffin?

According to the theory of later generations, this shows one thing, that is, the assailant has a hint of repentance, so he made such a move!

Ximen Qing's eyes lit up, why did he ignore this before?

Qin Fei's suspicion magnified infinitely in Ximen Qing's mind.

"This way." Ximen Qing sneered secretly, Qin Fei, Qin Fei, this is your biggest let-off!

The coffin was not nailed, and a headless corpse was placed in it. Judging from the clothes, Ximen Qing could almost conclude that this was Mr. Qin.

There was a series of bloodstains next to the coffin, which proved that the headless body of Mr. Qin was carried from another place.

This person is most likely Qin Fei!

The question now is, where did Mr. Qin's head go?

"Old godfather, I'm here to see you." Qin Fei knelt down in front of the coffin, and kowtowed four times as if inserting a candle: "You can always go with peace of mind."

Qin Fei's words made Ximen Qing more suspicious. These few words lacked two key elements, that is, what would happen to the murderer, how would he take revenge, etc.

"Commander Qin reassures you." Ximen Qing stepped forward to help Qin Fei up, and said in a comforting tone, "Mr. Qin's soul is still alive, and I know how to play tricks. Maybe Mr. Qin will point out who the murderer is for us!"

"At that time, I will find out the murderer and sacrifice blood in front of Mr. Qin's spirit!"

"What! Then there will be Lord Lao Ximen!" Ximen Qing could clearly see the ferocity in Qin Fei's eyes.The fastest way to read novels is Master, all on Kanshula.com, welcome to log in.kanshu.la to read the full text!