Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 998 Dead, dead, dead!
Chapter 999 Dead, dead, dead!
The two rivers separate the north and south of the Central Plains, the sea area is empty, and the seafood is rich. At the same time, the scenery is quite pleasant.

Many high-ranking officials and dignitaries always go out to sea for some fun when they come to Linjiang towns. Whether they are arty or meeting friends, it seems that the only way to make a trip worthwhile is to take a boat ride and have a drink.

It was the first time for Nanyang to come back to Qingzhou, so when the big ship entered the port area, his eyes kept looking around.

Everywhere is strange.

Nanyang came from a remote town in Chongzhou. This time, he planned to go to Beijing to rush for the exam. He specially traveled more than half a year in advance, just to arrive in Beijing early, rent a courtyard in Beijing, study poetry and books, and sprint for the final scientific exam.

Nanyang brought a little book boy by his side, the book boy was five years younger than him, just the age to love to play.

The family originally disagreed with this overly lively little boy traveling with Nanyang, but this bookboy was smarter than the other servants and his hands and feet were quicker, so Nanyang still took him when he had no choice.

The book boy was talking to the guests in the cabin next door. Nanyang remembered that there was an old man with a child living next door. The child looked very good-looking, but his clothes were different. It was different from the children raised by ordinary people, but it was the old man. He is very kind, and always smiles when he speaks and does everything.

Seeing that the boat was about to arrive at the port, Nanyang called out, "Black Dou."

The book boy Heidou immediately responded, saluted the people around him, and hurried back: "Master, did you call me?"

Nanyang said disapprovingly: "I'm about to disembark, hurry up and pack my luggage, it will be late, and I have to find an inn to settle down."

Heidou Nuonuo agreed, and started to tidy up the bed with a sullen head. After thinking for a while, he raised his head and said, "Master, those two next door are from Lingzhou. Isn't there a war in Lingzhou?"

Nanyang was a little surprised: "Didn't our ship come from the east? Lingzhou is in the west."

Heidou nodded: "The old man said that he took his grandson to visit relatives in Liaozhou, but only after he got there did he find out that his relatives had moved to Qingzhou with his family, that's why they came here."

Nanyang was not curious about other people's affairs, so he heard the general idea and stopped asking, so he tapped Heidou on the head and said, "Pack up your luggage quickly, don't run around here and there."

The ship stopped at the port after two quarters of an hour. Because it was a large passenger ship, the ship had two floors and two floors, and could accommodate hundreds of passengers in total.

Nanyang lived on the second floor. When he went out, he happened to meet the grandparents next door. They nodded to each other and walked out together.

When they reached the stairs leading to the first floor, Nanyang politely let the old man go first. The old man smiled and took a step, but just after taking a step, he heard screams from behind.

"Ahhhh-"

The cry was shrill and terrifying, and when it suddenly appeared, it really scared everyone.

The passengers on the second floor who hadn't left all looked back one after another, and saw a man with the appearance of a boatman sitting in the corridor at the door of a certain cabin, pointing to the room with a frightened expression on his face: "Dead, dead, dead!"

This roar caused the surrounding atmosphere to change suddenly.

The black bean skin was too bad, so he ran over in two strokes, and looked inside through the door.

Nanyang hurriedly called to him: "Heidou, come back."

But Heidou had already passed by, and he had already seen it. Seeing it, the young child was so frightened that he took a few steps back, staggered and covered his heart, and shouted: "My mother, really, Really dead..."

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A homicide occurred on a passenger ship in Qingzhou Port. Within a quarter of an hour, the entire port was a sensation.

When Sima Xi came with people, he saw that the surrounding area was completely surrounded, and the passenger ship that had an accident was even more crowded.

He frowned and scolded: "How can idlers destroy the scene of the crime?"

After hearing what he said, the yamen servant hurriedly waved his hands, signaling for all the spectators to disperse.

The murder happened on the second floor. After climbing the narrow stairs, Sima Xi looked at the people on the side of the corridor. These people were no longer idlers, but passengers on the boat. They were all left behind before they finished walking. Because everyone is suspected of murder.

At the front of the corridor was the steward of the passenger ship, a middle-aged man in his 40s, sweating profusely. Seeing Mr. Fu Yin in official uniform coming, he hurried up and explained the matter briefly.

The manager was probably flustered and spoke in a confusing manner, but Sima Xi understood, so he waved his hand and said that he wanted to see the deceased first.

But when he was brought to the cabin, Sima Xi was stunned.

There were not one, but three dead, and blood was everywhere, and the death was extremely horrific.

The steward said that these were three brothers. They were registered on the boat, and they were registered on the boat in "Liuping Mansion", but the place of origin was marked as "Qujiang Mansion".

"Qujiang Mansion?" Although it was just a coincidence, Sima Xi couldn't help but think of someone because of the place name.

"How did you die, have you seen it?" This question was asked by the yamen servant behind.

The yamen servant hastily replied: "As far as I judge, he bled too much and died. There are many traumas on his body, and he was hacked like this by someone."

Sima Xi frowned: "When did he die?"

"Wu Zuo said that he should have died last night."

Sima Xi turned his head and looked at the passengers in the corridor: "Check if anyone heard anything last night."

The yamen servant took the order and took people to ask the passengers in batches.

Nanyang's room was far away from the deceased's room, and because of the wind blowing last night, he slept with the windows closed and did not hear any movement.

The yamen servant felt that there was no problem, so he recorded Nanyang's words and asked him the old and the young next door.

At first I thought there was no clue, but I didn't expect the boy to suddenly say: "There is no sound of fighting, but there is sound of dispute."

The yamen servant was stunned for a moment, and quickly asked, "What's the sound of arguing? Where did you hear it?"

"In the room." The boy said, recalling, "Because of a money dispute."

The yamen servant looked at the young man strangely: "Your room is seven or eight rooms away from the deceased's room. Can you hear them arguing about money?"

The young man said: "It's not with other people, it's the dead three who are arguing with each other."

The more the yamen servant heard it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he told the young man to wait, and then turned to look for Mr. Fu Yin.

Nanyang looked at the calm young boy, didn't ask any questions, and felt that it was impossible for the boy to hear anything, after all, the distance was too far.

However, after being frightened, Heidou quickly became lively and active again: "Young Master Ji, you are so powerful, you can hear it from such a distance, why do you have long ears?" ears.

The young man felt uncomfortable when he looked at him, and shrank behind the old man.

Nanyang gave Heidou a hand, telling people not to scare the child.

The old man stretched out his hand to protect the young man, with the same kind and kind expression on his face, but he couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Didn't you say that you are away from home, so there will be no trouble?"

The boy didn't make a sound, just muffled stubbornly.

After all, the old man couldn't bear it, and rubbed the boy's head: "Forget it, let's not make an example."

Sima Xi followed the yamen servant over and asked, "What did you hear?"

The young man seemed not quite used to this person's pressing tone, so he fell silent for a while.

Sima Xi frowned and looked at the old man.

(End of this chapter)