This immortal is a bit fierce

Hearing Wu Zuo's words, Huang Feng leaned over and took a look. A horizontal cut on Master Yao's neck was very eye-catching. Blood was flowing all over the floor, even on the stove.

Then he looked at the pots and pans on the stove, bent down to look at a kettle, and then stood back calmly and continued to listen.

Wu Zuo pointed to the wound and continued: "Look at the incision, it was cut from right to left. The murderer is probably left-handed."

"No one has seen the guests come in. The murderer may be a left-hander." Mr. Jin pondered for a while, then looked at the shopkeeper and waiters of Manjiang Tower, "Anyone who has been in the back kitchen during this time, please don't lie. , otherwise I want you to look good.”

A group of people looked at each other, and finally five people came out.

In addition to the shopkeeper, there were three men and one woman, all quite young.

"Just a few of you?" Capt. Jin looked at the others and reminded, "Have you never entered the kitchen? Look at each other. If you cover up, you will not only have to eat in jail, but you will also be beaten. If you are weak, you may not be able to go in. It’s going to die inside, you have to think about it.”

The others shook their heads repeatedly, saying that they were definitely not covering up, and indeed they did not see anyone else coming in or out.

After the threat was over, Capt. Jin stopped embarrassing them and looked at the five people who stood up: "Who is left-handed?"

"I...I am left-handed." A young waiter stood up, a little panicked, "But I really didn't kill Master Yao."

"You mean it's not right?" Jin Captou snorted coldly, "Is there anyone else who is left-handed?"

"No more." Others denied.

One of the detectives found a large bloody apron and a bloody knife. He came back and showed Chief Jin: "Boss, we found this from a house full of debris in the back yard."

"Are these things yours?" Jin Captou pointed at these things and asked the guy.

The young man quickly explained: "The things belong to me, but they really have nothing to do with me."

Jin Captou sneered: "Ha, there are so many bloodstains on it, and it's your thing, and you say it has nothing to do with you, do you think I'm a fool?"

"I don't dare, the villain. That apron is meant to block blood."

"Huh?" Capt. Jin was stunned, "Are you admitting your guilt?"

"I didn't." The young man was a little at a loss.

The shopkeeper couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to speak: "Captain Jin, his name is Dazhu. He has been working in Manjiang Tower for many years. He behaves like this when he is nervous. Let me help him explain.

In Manjiang Tower, he was mainly responsible for the chores in the kitchen, and it was the dirty part of the chores, such as killing pigs and cows. The apron was specially designed to prevent blood from splattering on the body. "

Dazhu nodded and said, "Yes, I just killed the pig this afternoon."

Huang Feng looked at this man. There was some muscle on his arms. It looked like he was trained through hard work, but he was not tall or strong overall. Why was he called a big pillar? Where was the pillar?

Jin Captou looked at his apron. In addition to the fresher blood stains, there were indeed some dull blood stains that could not be washed away. It looked like it had been stained with blood all year round. It was difficult to tell whether the blood stains on it belonged to Master Yao.

"How do you explain the knife and why the clothes were hidden in the house?" Mr. Jin continued to press.

Dazhu shook his head repeatedly: "I... I don't know, that knife is a boning knife. After killing the pig in the afternoon, I wiped it clean and put it with other knives. I hung the apron in the yard."

"Who can prove it?" Jin Captou asked.

At this time, the only woman among the group stood up: "I can prove that after killing the pig in the afternoon, Dazhu did hang the apron in the yard, but I don't know if he wore it again after that."

This woman has an ordinary appearance, a well-proportioned body, and looks quite capable. Overall, she is unremarkable and has no sense of existence.

"Who are you?" Jin Captou asked.

"My name is Miao Zhen, and I am Master's disciple. Besides me, so is he." Miao Zhen was not as panicked as Dazhu. She was very calm. After speaking, she pointed to her side.

The person next to her said quickly: "Yes, my name is Lu Qiang, and I am also Master's apprentice."

"How much heat did you learn to stew seabass?" As soon as Jin asked, he remembered that Li Motang was here. Cold sweat broke out on his back and he wanted to slap himself hard.

He has seen too many dead people and has long since stopped taking it seriously. It is common for him to talk about other things when asking about a case, but this time it is different. If he offends the princess, he may end up arresting the head.

Being a head catcher in Cangzhou is quite comfortable. Without being a head catcher, with his strength, it would be a bit difficult to enter the Demon Ji Division, and he would probably have to go as a bodyguard.

In just one breath, so many thoughts came to Jin's head. Without giving Miao Zhen and Lu Qiang a chance to answer, he quickly corrected his mistake and looked at Dazhu: "As for the case, since no one has proved it, then your suspicion "Max, tell me honestly, was it you who killed the person?"

Looking up at the six-foot-tall Jin Baotou, Dazhu instinctively felt afraid and felt a little breathless.

At this time, someone next to me said, "No, the question you just asked was a good one. It might have a lot to do with the case."

Captain Jin was a little annoyed. He was using his strong courage to put pressure on the suspect, who would cause trouble.

Not only him, but also everyone else in the room looked at the initiator, and Li Motang glared directly.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Huang Feng was very innocent: "Look at what I do, I'm serious, and don't rush to ask one person, let them all talk."

Jin Captou remembered that this person was with Li Motang, and that Xu was the son of some noble family, and the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared.

As for whether the question just now has a lot to do with the case?

Who believes it? He doesn’t believe it anyway!

Even if he didn't believe it, the young master spoke, and Li Motang didn't object, so he could only ask again: "Um... how much heat did you learn to cook the braised sea bass?"

"I haven't learned anything." Miao Zhen explained, "Master teaches us on weekdays and has almost no reservations. Only this braised seabass recipe has never been taught to us, and every time he makes braised seabass, no one is allowed in the kitchen. "

"I didn't learn anything." Huang Feng was a little regretful, "I was just curious about how it could be such a coincidence. When Master Yao was killed, you all happened to go out. There was no one in the kitchen except him. It turns out there was You see, this kind of thing is very important, right?”

"Yes, yes, yes." Jin Captou replied, but he was cursing in his heart. If you directly asked why Master Yao was the only one in the kitchen, wouldn't you be able to get this answer.

He was definitely not the only one who had the same idea. Many people firmly believed that Huang Feng was doing it for personal gain, and wanted to see if there was still a chance to eat this dish.

"Why don't you ask me next, sir?" Jin Captou asked.

"Okay." Huang Feng thought for a while, nodded, and agreed.

"..." Jin Captou was stunned. He wanted to say that I was just being polite. Shouldn't you refuse at this time?

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Huang Feng walking next to him. He seemed to think he was in the way and said, "You are too tall and are blocking the light. Please stand aside."

"..." Jin Captou was breathing heavily, but he still stood aside obediently.