Chapter 6 Murder on a snowy night!
There is wind and snow outside.
The strong cold current cuts through the heaven and earth like a steel knife, whimpering endlessly.
Zhang Yunwu threw away the bloody axe, dragged his half-lame leg, and opened the icy window sash in a daze, letting the biting cold wind hit the skinny old mother who was paralyzed on the bed.
In the corner of the house, my wife’s body has gradually become cold.
The torn and torn clothes revealed the woman's exquisite and convex curves.
The woman's slender neck was almost severed by an axe, and there was only a little bloody skin attached to her head and body. The sticky red color splashed from the broken neck spread over the side of the head and neck that was lying on the ground.
Yesterday, she was still being talked about by the neighbors for her beautiful appearance.
Now the jade is buried in incense.
Lying next to them was their six-year-old daughter.
The little girl was holding a half-torn rag doll in her hand. The back of her head was accidentally cut by a sharp table corner when the couple pushed her, and blood was still dripping from her head.
"Bitch..."
Zhang Yunwu gasped for air, his hot breath mixed with the smell of blood exhaled white-hot ice mist in the wind and snow, and those scarlet tiger eyes It was full of tears.
Tears welled up in his eyes and fell on his dark cheeks, and the wounds scratched by the woman shivered from the sting of salt.
What was stung were the beautiful memories the couple had.
"You bitch! Why did you betray me!!" He beat the window edge angrily, and sharp ice crystals fell from the window eaves, like silver petals dancing in the air.
In a trance, the familiar yet unfamiliar face of my wife appeared in front of me.
Sometimes he is virtuous and gentle, sometimes he is dissolute and gorgeous...
Those warm and unbearable pictures are intertwined like vines, strangling his heart tightly, making it difficult to breathe.
"Son..."
The paralyzed old man on the bed moved his lips and breathed weakly.
Zhang Yunwu's bloodthirsty eyes regained some clarity.
He looked back at his dying old mother, his expression flashing with pain and struggle. Finally, he tremblingly picked up the blood-stained ax on the ground and walked towards the bed.
"Mom, my son has killed someone now and can no longer fulfill his filial piety to you. Let's go on the road together. In the next life, I will repay you for your kindness in raising me..."
Suddenly , Zhang Yunwu paused.
He glared sharply at the door.
At some point, I saw a tall figure standing in the corridor outside the open door.
The figure is a little thin.
It looks like a phantom against the whistling and hazy wind and snow.
The yellow-green flames on the tung oil lamp continued to sway with the incoming cold wind, reflecting the blood on the ground, which was particularly strange.
Looking at the familiar figure outside the door, Zhang Yunwu's eyes were as big as bells, and his expression was astonished several times.
Shocked, angry, disappointed...
"It's you!?"
"It turns out...it's you!!"
Zhang Yunwu's body was shaking It got even worse, his eyes were filled with resentment and anger, and he kept spitting blood as he spoke.
"The one named Jiang!"
Zhang Yunwu raised the bloody axe.
“I’ll kill you!!”
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“The one named Jiang!”
"Jiang Mo!"
As the door was kicked open hard, an angry shrill voice woke Jiang Shouzhong from his nightmare.
Jiang Shouzhong suddenly sat up from the bed, and the thick quilt covering him fell to the ground. The cold air that poured in instantly cut into his skin like a knife.
It’s so cold!
The man shivered and hurriedly grabbed the quilt and covered himself.
What bad weather.
It’s raining and snowing again. At this time, his head was still in a confused state, and he seemed to be still immersed in the afterglow of the nightmare, and the sound of his violent heartbeat could clearly be heard in his ears.
"Mother Dute has been shouting for a long time without making a sound. Master Jia, I thought you were dead."
A face with a shoehorn face , a man with a black beard hanging between his lips cursed and walked into the room, holding a burnt sweet potato in his arms to keep warm.
Shoehorn face, surnamed Lu, celebrity A.
Over thirty.
But judging from his appearance, he looks like an uncle in his forties.
Same as Jiang Shouzhong, it has six doors with hidden lights.
After waking up, Jiang Shouzhong glared at this annoying colleague angrily and said coldly: "Close the door!"
He turned around and pulled off the green shirt on the hanger.
The clear brass mirror on the table, which was as round as a moon disk, reflected the young man's handsome face, but it looked extremely pale, and there were beads of sweat as big as soybeans on his forehead.
Jiang Shouzhong looked at himself in the mirror and felt lost for a while.
The scene that just disappeared from the nightmare has become blurry, but the panic is still lingering in my heart.
It seemed vaguely that the ax really split his head.
Bits of pain spread to every part of his skull.
It’s that weird dream again.
Jiang Shouzhong was helpless. He thought of the disdainful expression of the fortune-telling girl yesterday and laughed at himself: "Perhaps in my dream, I am just a shameless thief?"
Lu Renjia stomped his feet hard. Stomping her feet, she shook off the slush stuck to the edge of her shoes before closing the door.
“You shouldn’t. You get up very early on weekdays. Why are you so late today? Have you been drinking?”
Shoehorn raised his red nose and sniffed, but he didn't smell the smell of alcohol. He said with a suspicious look on his face, "Is it possible that he acted as a Taoist monk last night and went to Chunyu Tower to teach the girls?
Let me tell you, you can’t control those girls, they are all sluts, and only Mr. Jia can barely surrender." As he said this, he straightened his slim body. Ban, with a proud look on his face.
“What are you doing here so early in the morning?”
Jiang Shouzhong breathed slowly, put on his clothes and started washing after he became more conscious.
"Of course there is a case, hurry up." Lu Renjia urged, casually stuffing the half bag of tea leaves on the table into his arms, "Damn, it's such a cold day, I originally wanted to Let’s go to Chunyu Tower to find a girl to keep warm.”
"What case?"
Jiang Shouzhong caught a glimpse of the other party's little movements and shook his head helplessly.
This guy's old habits haven't changed at all.
It is said that I worked as an undercover burglar for two and a half years and developed a habit.
“A murder occurred last night. The specific details are not clear. We will find out when we get there.”
"About monsters?"
"You're not talking nonsense. If it weren't for monsters, would we, the dark lights, be needed?"
Lu Renjia curled his lips.
In the second year of Xuanyou, the evil spirit revived.
More than two hundred and forty years have passed since the last fox demon lady recorded in "The Chronicles of Strange Demons and Ten Thousand Demons" was killed.
Two hundred years of peace have made people gradually forget the fact that demons once existed on this continent. Even after reading relevant literature records, I laughed and said that the so-called "demon" was just a fantasy legend created by previous generations.
And with the sudden resurgence of evil spirit, the whole people fell into panic.
Animals become spirits, and mountains, rocks, grass and trees become spirits.
Fortunately, the place where the demonic energy revives is [Shiwandashan], which is far away, so the court can effectively prevent and control it. The duty of Dark Light is to investigate cases related to monsters.
Since Jiang Shouzhong traveled to the Continent Dynasty, he has seen many monsters, but few of them are truly powerful.
Except for the massacre in Anhe Village half a year ago, most of the monsters encountered were relatively weak, such as the three small fish that were solved in the ancient temple yesterday.
“By the way, did Zhang Yunwu come to see you last night?”
Lu Renjia suddenly asked. "This bastard, you promised to go to Yangdong Tower with me for a drink last night, but you let me go. I waited for a long time and didn't come."
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