The First Cause of All Realms - Chapter 9 Cruel

Click!

The Razer crossed the sky, and the rain fell.

A young man in a saponite suit walked out of the courtyard, opened his umbrella, and shielded the middle-aged man from the raindrops.

"Wang Tou, the two deceased, the man's name is Wang Liu, who is a prankster on the street, and the woman's name is Wang Yunhua, who is his concubine."

The young arrest quickly reported the case in a succinct manner:

"The perpetrator must have a background in martial arts. The woman's neck was slashed diagonally, and the man's head was beheaded by a knife from the back...

The murder weapon should be a short knife..."

Wang Fobao didn't say a word with a stern face, and walked quickly into the courtyard. Several arresting officers were carefully looking for clues, and Zuo Zuo was doing an autopsy.

"Wang Tou, the murderer is very cautious. In addition, the rain is coming so fast that there are no traces in the courtyard... The perpetrator should be an old hand, with neat tactics and extreme brutality."

Another arrest came forward to report: "The body of the deceased has been turned over, and there is no softness in the house. Maybe it's asking for money?"

"Do not."

Gently scanning the courtyard, Wang Fobao pointed to the only footprint in the courtyard that was never washed away by the rain, and said:

"The murderer should be the wooden door that broke open with force here. Judging from his body shape, he should be a little thin. He may have a foundation in martial arts, but his methods are not very clever."

Several arresting officers also looked at the footprints in the courtyard.

"The wound on the corpse seems to be caused by a short knife, but its shape is more like a standard yamen waist knife. As for it looks like a short knife, it may also be..."

Wang Fobao was silent, but there were ripples in his eyes.

"Look for people and collect the corpses. If you don't have relatives or friends, wrap them in a mat and throw them to the west mountain."

Reaching out his hand to take out his subordinate's oil-paper umbrella, Wang Fobao didn't say much, turned around and left here, walking into the wind and rain.

"Yes, I have to pay for another seat."

Seeing that Wang Fobao was far away, several of the arresting officers glanced at each other, all of them hurting a little.

Before they came, they had already checked it out.

The two were widowed, widowed, and rented in someone else's yard, and they were looted again. Even if they had relatives and friends, they wouldn't necessarily collect their bodies.

It's all money...

…

Swing the knife!

Swing the knife!

Swing the knife!

In the cauldron of gluttony, Yang Yu completely forgot himself, waving a broken knife in an airtight manner, completely immersed in the practice of the knife.

She vented the fear and restlessness in her heart after the murder.

Ding~

I don't know how long it took, until the progress bar on the wall of the cauldron changed again, and he slowly stopped the knife.

Opening his eyes again, looking at the familiar roof, Yang Yu was a little stunned.

After venting overnight, he had calmed down in his heart, but for a while, he was still a little uncomfortable.

This is not the fear after killing people, but the fear brought by overthrowing the worldview that he had established twenty years ago in his previous life.

I am a law-abiding person...

"Wei He, is he really just an executioner? Or..."

Putting his clothes on and sitting up, Yang Yu was still a little stunned.

Recalling Wei He's understatement of human life, he was still somewhat at a loss.

dong dong dong~

There was a gentle knock on the door.

A voice came from outside the door: "Sister-in-law, are you at home? It's me, Buddha Treasure."

Buddha treasure?

Wang catches the head!

Yang Yu's heart tightened, the tip of his spine was cold, and a layer of goosebumps couldn't help but develop on his body.

After all, he was working in the yamen, so he naturally knew about Wang Fobao.

This Wang Zhaotou is ruthless and ruthless. He is very good at catching prisoners, and his methods are ruthless. He is a famous cruel official in Heishan City.

It is even bigger than the name of the county's parent "Sanchi Liu" who may not be promoted once a month.

"Didn't it say that he was seriously injured on the way to Qingzhou escorting the prisoner? Is this all right?"

The cruel official came to the door just after killing someone, and Yang Yu couldn't help but feel a little flustered in his heart.

Grandma Yang had already opened the door, wiped her hands, and took the wine and meat handed over: "I'm here, what are you bringing?"

"It's getting cold, sister-in-law, remember to add some clothes."

Wang Fobao entered the courtyard with an umbrella, and at the same time greeted Granny Yang, he lifted his eyelids, and his stern gaze had already passed through the window and hit Yang Yu.

"What a sharp look..."

Yang Yu's heart trembled, his face was still, but the hairs on his back actually exploded.

"Remember, remember."

Granny Yang reluctantly squeezed out her face, and said that she was going to do funeral affairs for her old man tomorrow, so he must come.

"Brother Yang..."

Wang Fobao's tone paused, his face softened a little, and there was a look of shame in his eyes: "Brother Yang, he's just missing..."

Looking at the old woman who was much more haggard than before, Wang Fobao's tone was condensed and he couldn't continue.

The jailer did not have the responsibility of escorting the prisoners, but because of the many casualties, he asked them to pass.

did not expect…

"Even if he disappears and becomes a tablet, it's still a thought after all, right? If he doesn't come back..."

The old woman's expression was gloomy, and she called Wang Fobao into the room with a strong spirit, and then went to the kitchen to prepare meals.

"Wang catch the head."

Yang Yu suppressed the panic in his heart, stepped forward to greet him, and thanked him for approving his leave these days.

"Good job."

Glancing at the empty house that was almost sold out, Wang Fobao's tone was cold and stern:

"The knives are good, but unfortunately they are too immature."

"what?"

Yang Yu was at a loss, as if he couldn't understand: "Wang Zhaotou, but what happened in the city?"

Murder, maybe it was a moment of anger, maybe it was Old Man Wei's request.

But Yang Prison is not a stunned young man. When he went there, he masked to avoid all possibilities of being discovered, and quickly cleaned up after the murder.

She thought that even if she had motives and no evidence, the yamen would not be able to hold her.

"Two people died in the west of the city. It just so happened that one was Wang Yunhua, who came to the door before, and the other, Wang Liu, who wanted to block you at the city gate."

"What's even more coincidental is that both of them were killed by a broken knife, and looking at the angle of the knife injury, the perpetrator's height and size are much the same as yours."

Wang Fobao stared deeply at Yang Yu: "Do you think it's a coincidence?"

"Ah? Was Wang Liu killed?"

Yang Yu was nervous in his heart, but his face flashed with anger: "Good death! This Wang Liu is rampant in the streets, I don't know how many people he has bullied, maybe he was killed by passing heroes to eliminate evil!"

There are many kinds of people.

Some people are incoherent when they are flustered, while others become more calm when they are nervous.

Yang Prison is the latter.

As he answered, he recalled what he had done last night, thinking that he had left no trace.

Then, beat him to death and refuse to admit it!

"Wang Liu has more to die for."

Wang Fobao nodded and seemed to agree.

Yang Yu was stunned for a moment, and saw this cold-faced and cruel official pacing the room to the window, reaching out and holding the broken knife on the windowsill in his hand.

"You washed it very well, but unfortunately the smell of blood is not so easy to wash off."

With his back to Yang Prison, Wang Fobao looked out the window at the wind and rain, and seemed to have a feeling:

"Something like Wang Liu might be damned. But if everyone in the world were like you, what would it be like?"

At this point, Wang Fobao flicked his wrist, and the broken knife sank into the wind and rain with a 'hum', and plunged straight into the yellow mud without the handle.

"This is Brother Yang's pension. Take your mother-in-law to find a place in the inner city!"

Wang Fobao took out a cloth bag from his arms and slapped it on the windowsill with a 'pop'.

Turn around, hold an umbrella, and go out.

Yang Yu watched in a daze as the figures in the rain drifted away, but there was still a voice echoing in his ears:

"You, do it yourself!"

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