Touring the Ming Dynasty

Duan Fei moved a lot slower, but he stood up in time, drew his sword and followed, Yan Butou was faster than him, rushed ahead and turned around and told in a low voice: "Be careful! Follow me!"

Killing the two of them with the skills of the murderer was just a matter of effort, but Duan Fei still felt warm in his heart. When he ran out of the hall, he turned around and wanted to warn the three of Wang's father and son, but he saw that the hall that was still drinking wine just now was already empty...

"Damn, you hid so fast, no wonder so many people died before it was the three of them..." Duan Fei secretly slandered, followed behind Yan Butou, and quickly ran to the front yard.

Mr. Shi stood beside a flower garden with a stern expression on his face. A dozen servants and maidservants who heard the sound stood a few meters away in fear, forming a semicircle, just blocking Duan Fei's sight.

Pushing aside the crowd, Yan Butou and Duan Fei walked into the crowd, and then saw a corpse curled up under a peony plant.

Looking at the back view, Duan Fei felt a little familiar, and Yan Butou blurted out in surprise: "It's the old housekeeper who brought us in!"

The old Catcher has strong eyesight, which Duan Fei can't compare to. The man lying on the ground with blood spattered three feet is indeed the old butler of the Wang family. Everyone calls him Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang's body trembled suddenly, causing repeated exclamations. Duan Fei rushed forward, and just turned Uncle Wang's body over, but Duan Fei let out an exclamation, let go of his hands and took two steps back. He was so overwhelmed that he almost spit it out on the spot.

Uncle Wang is dead, but the micro-current in his body stimulates the tendons and causes the muscles to still tremble. This process can last about 1 minute. Duan Fei and the others came quickly, so they saw it. It felt terrifying and weird.

Uncle Wang was slashed from the forehead to the jaw and died. His eyes were wide open, his face was twisted and hideous, his face was split in two, the split muscles were still trembling, and the red, white and white things remained Welling out, in the light of the flickering torches, it looked terrible.

"What a fast knife..." A person came forward with a sigh, and Duan Fei shouted without turning his head: "Mr. Wang, this is the scene of a murder, and the foreman is not here. Now I will be in charge of the autopsy. Before I allow, anyone Don't get close to the ground around the corpse!"

Mr. Shi and Mr. Yan came back to their senses, and invited Mr. Wang and everyone below to a distance.

One knife kills the dead body, there is no scar on the body, and the traces of blood sprayed around are a bit strange. Duan Fei observes carefully, and several fantasy patterns emerge in his mind, one of which can cause the immediate result. The murderer should be slashed head-on. Uncle tried to back up and turn around to dodge, but was still hit by a knife. His body first flew into the air, and then rolled sideways and fell to the ground.

After Duan Fei finished the autopsy, he searched around with a torch. First, he used a magnifying glass to carefully observe the traces of blood splatter. From the size of the blood particles and the distance of the splatter, he knew that, unlike the previous few times, this time The splattered blood was highly splattered, which shows that Uncle Wang was not restrained by acupoints before he was killed, and the murderer killed him with a single stab.

"This should be a wound that can only be left by an oriental knife. No matter how sharp a sword is, it can't cut such a big hole. And if we want to break such a big hole with a popular knife in Ming Dynasty, such as Pu Dao, I'm afraid we have to split the whole head. , the ghost head sword is similar, the skull is obviously squeezed and cracked... I am afraid that the only weapon with such a thick back and such a narrow blade is the Japanese Japanese sword." Mr. Shi finally had room to play, and talked eloquently. road.

Duan Fei shrugged and said: "It's useless to know the murder weapon. Didn't the Wang family lose a Japanese sword? Anyone could use a Japanese sword to pretend to be a Japanese pirate and kill someone... Well, Mr. Chief Arrester, please immediately arrest the Japanese sword that was released this afternoon. Twelve masters plus He Sheng and Yue Yuqi are summoned here, it must be quick! Maybe the murderer will leave some marks on his body."

"Are you still suspicious of them?" Mr. Shi asked in amazement.

Duan Fei said: "Even if it's not the murderer, I still have to find them. Some things can't be delayed any longer. I want to give them an ultimatum!"

Mr. Shi left in a hurry, Duan Fei swept his eyes and saw a servant girl trembling in the arms of a middle-aged servant woman, still whimpering, Duan Fei pointed at her, and shouted: "You two, give me a hand!" Let me come over, who discovered the body just now?"

The middle-aged servant helped the servant girl to take two steps forward, and replied on her behalf: "My lord, Xiaoyue was the first to discover the dead body just now, but she was frightened."

Duan Fei walked towards the two of them and said, "Xiaoyue? Well, look up and tell Ben... tell me what you saw?"

The little maid raised her head slightly, took a peek at Duan Fei, then lowered her head in a panic, and said in a low voice: "Yes, my lord, I saw someone lying on the ground when I passed by just now, I thought someone was drunk Yes, I took a closer look, I...my mother..."

Thinking of that terrifying scene, Xiaoyue trembled violently, and before she finished speaking, she threw herself into the woman's arms and sobbed again.

"Ah Cai, you died so badly, I will avenge you!" Wang Dequan said angrily, turned his head suddenly, looked at Duan Fei, and said in a deep voice: "Hurry up Duan, have you found any clues? "

Duan Fei shook his head and said, "Sorry, the murderer didn't leave any clues."

The veins on Wang Dequan's forehead twitched a few times. He suppressed his anger and walked to the side of the butler Wang Cai's corpse in a few strides. His eyes swept over the ground, and he quickly pointed to an abnormal spot on the grass as if aware of it. Depression, shouted: "Master Duan, there is a deep footprint here!"

Duan Fei didn't stop him, he walked over quickly and said, "That's right, I saw this mark just now, but I didn't know it was a footprint..."

Wang Dequan said decisively: "No mistake, although there is only half a shoe print on the small front, it can be judged that the murderer is at least six feet five in height, and this footprint was made when he rushed towards Ah Cai."

Duan Fei took a torch to take a photo on the footprints, and became pensive. Wang Dequan looked around for a while, then walked quickly to the wall, glanced at the ground, and then looked up.

Duan Fei followed closely behind, and found another footprint under the fence, this one was much shallower, deeper at the front and shallower at the back. Yu (one zhang equals about three meters three three), then kicked the ground hard, rushed to Wang Cai like lightning, and slashed down with a knife...

"Brother Duan, my old eyes are dim and I can't see clearly what's going on up there. Should I ask someone to move the stairs over so you can climb up and have a look?" Wang Dequan asked.

Duan Fei nodded and said, "Okay, please invite another aunt who knows how to draw the soles and patterns of shoes, and expand these shoe prints..."

Wang Dequan suddenly returned, and shouted loudly: "Come here..."

The ladder was brought in, and the maid who answered Duan Fei just now knew how to make shoes. She took out a short rope from under her coat, and compared it with the footprints left by the murderer. On the paper, she picked up the scissors and cut out a shoe pattern. There was a pair of footprints there, and they were exactly the same.

Duan Fei was also very happy that the case had finally progressed. He smiled and cupped his hands to Wang Dequan and said, "Old man, thanks to your blazing eyesight, you have found clues to the murderer. I admire you so much! If the old man works in the yamen, how can we be fooled?" Eat your share!"

Wang Dequan smiled wryly, and said: "Don't dare, how dare you? Practice makes good ears. You must know that this big family is not easy to manage. If you don't know a little bit of ability to observe words and expressions, you will be in a mess."

"So that's the case. No wonder some people say that running a family is the same thing as running a country." Duan Fei smiled and complimented a few words, then changed his voice and asked, "The old man also practiced martial arts? The old housekeeper is also a martial arts practitioner. According to me It seems that most of the Wang family have practiced martial arts?"

Wang Dequan didn't hide anything, and replied: "That's right, when the whole family was in the Guandong, there was a rule of practicing martial arts for the whole family. That's because outside the Guandong, there are always soldiers and horses and bandits everywhere. If you don't know a little about martial arts, you will not live in peace. I thought I could enjoy the rest of my life in peace, but I didn't expect that the Japanese pirates in the south of the Yangtze River were more vicious than the Tatars, and the officers and soldiers in the guard... ah, every year when the northeast wind starts blowing, our Wang family will summon Erlang and organize people to help patrol and guard the city. , fighting with Japanese pirates..."