Pushing the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 120 The Indifferent Boy

"Stopped?"

Hearing this, Wang Bochao frowned slightly.

"Yes, headhunter."

"We heard a sound of red-hot iron touching water, and then there was no sound from the courtyard."

the catcher added.

Wang Bochao looked at the simple and ordinary courtyard, not daring to bring anyone close to it rashly, stood there for a moment, and said.

"Go and catch two living creatures."

After a while, several policemen came back with two chickens each.

Although all the people in Zhangjia Village died, the chickens raised in the yards of several households in the village are still alive and well.

Wang Bochao led a group of arresting officers to the quiet courtyard a hundred steps away.

Stop and go, every few dozen steps, throw out a chicken to see if there is anything wrong, and then move on if there is nothing wrong.

More than a hundred head catchers, more than a hundred pairs of eyes, stared nervously at the thrown chicken.

Although the appearance is a bit embarrassed and funny, no one thinks it is superfluous, and it is impossible to be too careful when it is a matter of life.

Arrived in front of the courtyard.

Wang Bochao nodded with a serious expression, and the catcher who was carrying the chicken quickly threw the chicken over the wall.

The rooster crowed a few times, flapped desperately in the air twice, dropped a few chicken feathers, and finally fell into the small courtyard.

More than a hundred arresters listened intently with bated breath. The rooster clucked twice, and everything was normal as if nothing had happened.

Wang Bochao winked, and one of the arresters quickly swallowed his saliva, stepped forward and carefully approached the courtyard door, only to find that the courtyard door was not open.

I peeked in through the crack of the door, only to see an iron furnace whose flame was about to go out, and a few farm tools that seemed to have just been made.

He opened the door cautiously, and found that at some point in front of the house in the courtyard stood a young man in rough clothes, looking at him expressionlessly, as if he had been startled by the crowing of a rooster and walked out of the house.

The policeman was startled, stepped back a few steps, turned his head to look at Wang Bochao in a panic, pointed to the yard, and stammered.

"Captor, there is... a man in the yard."

Wang Bochao looked nervous, pushed the arrester away, and looked into the courtyard.

In front of the house, a strong young man with a heroic appearance and a blank face was also looking at him.

After staring at each other for a while, Wang Bochao felt that it seemed to be a person, not a ghost, so he asked tentatively.

"Boy, are you alone at home?"

Li Qiu frowned slightly, looked at the big man wearing a policeman's clothes with a bronze medal around his waist, and nodded slightly.

"Yes."

Hearing Li Qiu opened his mouth to reply, Wang Bochao relaxed a lot from his vigilance, but he still didn't step into the courtyard and asked again.

"Then were you blacksmithing just now?"

"Yes."

"Seeing that this boy's family owns a blacksmith shop, it's not surprising that he can blacksmith at such an age." A policeman next to Wang Bochao quickly glanced at Li Qiu and said.

Wang Bochao hummed and asked again.

"You blacksmithed well, why did you suddenly stop? Are you tired?"

Li Qiu had no expression on his face, and pointed to the sky.

In the sky, the sun hangs high, and the sky is cloudless.

What do you mean?
Wang Bochao looked puzzled and frowned.

"The time has come, it's time to eat." Li Qiu said slowly.

Wang Bochao's expression froze.

He brought people to investigate a major case involving the tragic death of more than 100 people, who might encounter ghosts and take their lives at any time. He was so nervous that he forgot about it.

It's noon now, and it's time for ordinary people to have lunch.

"Boy, do you know... something happened outside?"

Wang Bochao originally wanted to ask Li Qiu if he knew that everyone in the Zhang family village outside had died, but halfway through the conversation, seeing that he was a teenager, he changed the term.

"If you mean that more than 100 people in Zhangjia Village were killed, of course I know that some of their bodies were buried in the back mountain by myself."

Li Qiu replied lightly.

"Is there such a thing? Are there any dead bodies in the village?"

Wang Bochao frowned, turned around and asked.

"Back to the arrester, there are indeed a few families in the village who only saw bloodstains but no corpses." A famous arrester stood up and replied.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Wang Bochao stared.

The policeman immediately turned bitter.

"We found this yard and thought there was a "special situation". When we were nervous, we forgot to report this to you."

At this time, the old man who reported the case was pushed to the front by several policemen, and he took a look at Li Qiu.

"Wang Butou, this is a boy from the Zhang family. Their family runs a blacksmith shop. I bought hoes and shovels from their house. I have seen him more than once. The most recent time was just two days ago."

The old man recognized Li Qiu and said.

"Are you sure you didn't admit your mistake?" the policeman next to him quickly asked.

The old man nodded: "There can be no mistake."

Wang Bochao's eyes moved, his mind was completely relaxed, and he led the people to the courtyard.

The arresters quickly breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Li Qiu with a slightly unfriendly gaze.

They suddenly remembered that they had just been frightened into panic by this boy in his teens, and they didn't dare to take a breath, and they felt a little annoyed.

"Boy, who told you to move the corpse at will, do you know that it is very likely to destroy key clues and evidence, and bring a lot of inconvenience and trouble to our brothers in handling the case!"

With a gloomy face, Gao Fei asked Li Qiu.

Li Qiu turned his head and looked at him coldly.

Under Li Qiu's gaze, Gao Fei felt a little apprehensive for some reason, and took a step back.

When he retreated, nearly dozens of pairs of eyes looked at him, not understanding what was going on with him.

Gao Fei's face turned red, and he was actually taken a step back by the gaze of a boy who was only in his teens.

Gao Fei was even more annoyed, and put his hand on the handle of the knife, trying to intimidate Li Qiu.

"What are you looking at, boy, am I wrong?!"

"Enough, shut up!"

Wang Bochao scolded, he turned his head and looked at Li Qiu, feeling something was wrong.

From just now to now, the boy's reaction was too calm.

No matter facing their more than 100 police officers, or when he told him that all the more than 100 people in Zhangjia Village had died, he was not at all calm like a teenager in his teens.

In fact, rather than being calm, it is more like indifference and indifference, like a murderer who has killed countless people.

This boy is too weird.

Wang Bochao felt a little nervous.

"Captain, several of us found a broken wall on the other side of the house." A policeman came over to report to Wang Bochao, and pointed to the window of Zhang Yuan's room: "And that window should be the new one today. added."

Wang Bochao asked with a frown.

"Young man, let me ask you who lives in that room?"

He subconsciously changed his name to Li Qiu, and he didn't say another kid.

"My father, Zhang Yuan." Li Qiu replied.

"What about people?"

"Passed away." Li Qiu's indifferent eyes finally moved, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Dead? Died last night?"

"Yes."

Hearing Li Qiu's answer, Wang Bochao's complexion changed drastically, and his heart skipped a beat, as a chill came from his back and hit his whole body.

　py: I would like to recommend a good-looking book to everyone. Xiaolou listened to "From the Big Brother to the Leader of the Martial Arts" by Fengyun Daxie. The writing is sophisticated and the plot is compact and exciting.

　　


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