Little Detective of the Tang Dynasty: What to do if you are beheaded at the beginning?

On the way back, Song Zhen kept thinking about a question.

Since Xue Zhong's yard was walled, it meant that it was safe enough, so who opened the door?

Normal people think that if they see someone with bad intentions, they will not open the door.

How could he welcome him into the room?

"Could it be..."

Suddenly, Song Zhen's hair stood on end. He subconsciously turned his head and an arrow passed by his ear, leaving a scar on his side face.

Oh my! Lao Liu shot a hidden arrow!

Song Zhen immediately drew out his sword and looked around vigilantly.

The other party shot an arrow and found that he didn't succeed, so he ran away.

"Damn it! Don't let me catch you!"

Song Zhen touched his side face. Fortunately, the scratch was not deep or long, so it would not disfigure him.

He came to the side of the road and saw Panax notoginseng grass growing. He pulled up the grass, crushed it and applied it to the wound.

"It seems that the thieves haven't left yet, and they are most likely from the village."

Song Zhen returned to Luoyang City and came to the gambling house that Xue Zhong mentioned.

"Bet big! Bet big! Bet big!"

A group of fanatical gamblers were shouting with red eyes.

Song Zhen stretched his head to look inside, chuckled and shook his head.

Because he saw with his sharp eyes that there was actually an inconspicuous gap at the bottom of the bowl.

He found someone at random and asked, "I want to borrow money."

The man looked at Song Zhen with a fixed gaze. Seeing that he was dressed more luxuriously, he thought that he should be a man who was not short of money, so how could he come to borrow money?

Is he here to make trouble?

They took Song Zhen to a dark little house.

Song Zhen was not panicked at all, and sat very calmly.

"Are you coming one by one? Or all together?"

"Oh, you are so arrogant!"

"You won't know whether you are arrogant until you fight."

Song Zhen suddenly slapped the corner of the table, and the whole table was lifted off. He kicked it.

The table knocked down three people.

Then he pulled out his horizontal knife and cut off one person's right hand with one knife.

The man's arm fell to the ground, and he stood there in disbelief, and screamed after realizing it.

Seeing this, the others took out their big knives and chopped him.

Song Zhen looked around, thinking about the strategy of defense and attack.

If I pick up the two knives on the right, then the knife on the left will hit me.

If I block the knife on the left, it is very likely that I will not have time to react and be hit by the gangster on the right.

Then, there is only one strategy to deal with it.

Song Zhen spread his legs and made a straight leg to avoid the opponent's slash. He lowered his head and swung the knife, cutting off the legs of the gangsters on the left and right.

Chopping a leg requires technique. You can't chop the shin bone, you have to chop along the foot joint.

This is the experience Song Zhen gained from cutting vegetables in his previous life.

Song Zhen supported himself with his right hand and did a Thomas spin to stand up.

He picked up the knife dropped by the fallen man, and then without even looking at it, he stabbed a random person in the chest.

"Is there anyone else who wants to die?"

Song Zhen had no pity for this group of bad apples, and he killed them if he wanted.

Would the gambling house dare to report to the authorities?

No way!

Even if they did, it would be a great achievement for the Dali Temple to kill the bandits!

The police had the legal right to self-defense.

"Why is no one talking?"

Puff --

Song Zhen stabbed another person.

"I've already told you that I have something to do with the owner of your gambling house. Why don't you believe me?"

Puff——

"Why don't you call him over quickly? Otherwise, there won't be enough people here for me to kill."

Puff——

"I'll count to three. If no one goes to tip off, you guys."

Puff——

"None of you will survive!"

Song Zhen drew his knife and cut off the neck of the man lying on the ground, hugging his legs and groaning.

The remaining people were scared out of their wits.

No one ran out.

In this case, there is no other way but to kill you all.

I, Song Shouzheng, keep my word.

After dealing with the thirteen people in the room, Song Zhen pushed the door open and walked out in the yard.

At this time, half of his clothes were stained with blood, like a killing god, and those who saw him were terrified.

"No one wants to tip off, right?" Song Zhen sneered.

He put the sword back into the sheath, kicked his legs, jumped up, grabbed the eaves, and ran away from the roof.

Half an hour later, he went back to the Dali Temple to change his clothes, and took a group of Dali Temple clerks to raid the gambling house!

The owner of the gambling house wanted to run away, but was stopped by Song Zhen at the back door.

"Don't run, you can't run away."

It's really stupid, I just killed thirteen people, why didn't I run away at that time, but had to wait for the officials to come before running?

......

Song Zhen crossed his legs and interrogated the owner of the gambling house in the Dali Temple.

"Tell me, who are you?"

"I..."

"Take himThe finger is chopped off!"

"Yes!"

Damn it, you have no martial ethics!

The owner of the gambling house screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and three fingers fell off.

"I'll count to three. If you don't answer truthfully, I'll let you taste the cruelty of the Dali Temple."

There were twelve dishes in the Dali Temple torture room in the Tang Dynasty, and each punishment was extremely cruel.

They all have very nice names, such as Xianren Bridge, Jiajiazi, etc.

Song Zhen walked over, smiled and patted the other person's face: "You are very good, I admire you very much."

"Come on, serve the first dish! "

The first dish is called Burning Tail Feast, which means setting fire to your chrysanthemum.

The jailers stripped the gambling house owner of his dandy clothes and took him to a pit of blazing fire.

He fought back desperately, but it was useless.

"Ah--"

A miserable scream came from the cell.

"I, I said."

"Pull him up."

Song Zhen took a closer look and took a breath of cold air. My goodness, one of the eggs seemed to be roasted.

The cruelty of the twelve dishes of the Dali Temple is indeed well-deserved.

The jailer threw the gambling house owner to the ground. He was shaking and saliva was flowing from his mouth.

"I, my name is Qian Heqi."

"?"

Song Zhen ran over and grabbed the gambling house owner: "I am not interested in knowing your name. What I want to ask is the power behind you."

"My wife is from the Lu family of Fanyang."

"?" "

Wait, isn't it said that women of the five surnames and seven families never marry out?

Song Zhen threw him out: "This man is not honest, let's serve the second dish."

"No, no!" Qian Heqi's eyes widened, and he struggled with all his strength to beg for mercy, "My wife's surname is really Lu, but she is not from the Fanyang Lu family, she is a relative of the fifth branch of the Northern Ancestor."

Song Zhen narrowed his eyes, the fifth branch of the Northern Ancestor?

Is it really true that enemies don't get to see each other, and anyone you randomly grab is related to your fifth branch of the Northern Ancestor?

After being tortured, Qian Heqi became very honest and answered everything.

"My wife's name is Lu Hui, and recently she has a cousin named Lu Wei who moved into my house."

Lu Wei? Hahaha, is that the waste?

I heard that he was driven out of the family a long time ago, and it turns out that he married into his cousin's family? Interesting.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I'll ask you a question now. ”

“Will your gambling house go to the door to collect debts from debtors?”

Qian Heqi didn’t even think about it, he answered: “No! We never go to the door to collect debts! We make money in a proper way.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sir, do you think I will lie now?” Qian Heqi laughed bitterly.

Since the debt collector that night was not from the gambling house, could it be a play directed and performed by Xue Zhong’s wife?

Is she showing off? Or is she having fun and enjoying it?

Is the desire to perform so strong?

Song Zhen boldly speculated that the three people were most likely the real culprits who stole the Buddha’s head!

As long as Xue Zhong’s wife is found, the truth will be revealed soon.

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