The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

Bao Zheng nodded, couldn't sit still anymore, and immediately took Gongsun Ce and Zhan Zhao to the residence of the Mazamu caravan in Tianjin, surveyed the terrain, asked witnesses, and worked hard for a long time.

"Master Yan, are you sure that the Mazamu caravan left Tianjin safely and was killed in the Wild Wolf Valley?"

Bao Zheng basically ruled out the possibility of Mazamu's enmity with others in Tianjin, and decided to go to the Wild Wolf Valley for field investigation.

Yan Song also took officials from the Shipping Department to Wild Wolf Valley on the northern border to investigate the matter together.

But an unexpected person has to follow.

Shakespeare.

This Shakespeare had a firm attitude and insisted on saying to Yan Song: "I am very interested in this bizarre case, and I will adapt it into a playbook. Please let me follow along to inspire inspiration."

Yan Song agreed casually and asked him to follow.He also didn't expect that Shakespeare's following would lead to a series of stories, which will be continued later.

At this time, Ma Zhamu was walking on the road of Daming with unkempt hair and disheveled hair.

He was penniless, he had no identity certificate, and he was afraid that someone in Daming would hunt him down, so he didn't dare to take the big road, and he didn't dare to ask for help, so he could only beg for food all the way and walked to Tianjin.

Going this way is of course very slow.In addition, I had no money to eat, and the mountain road was difficult. While walking, I fell down and lay down for two days without being able to move.

"Han Han, I have to climb to Tianjin too. When I meet Mr. Yan Ge, I will avenge my brothers and make you pay the price!" Ma Zhamuquan limped towards Tianjin with a strong momentum to support himself. go.

He didn't know that Yan Song and Bao Zheng's party had already arrived at Wild Wolf Valley.The two went to each other.

Yan Song looked at the charred corpses all over the ground, and felt that this matter was really strange.

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Bao Zheng ordered Zhan Zhao and Gongsun Ce to investigate the scene and collect evidence.

After half a day, Zhan Zhao reported to Yan Song and Bao Zheng.

"The corpse was severely charred and highly decomposed, but it can still be seen that someone cut off the neck with a sharp knife and died. Judging from the situation, it seems to be done by the army."

At the end of Zhan Zhao's speech, he hesitated.

After all, it involves the Ming army, so we have to be more cautious.

"Army?" Yan Song's eyelids twitched.

His first reaction was that the prince did it.

But if you think about it carefully, although the prince has the ability to mobilize such a large army, does he have a motive for doing so?

............

Just to destroy Kaihai?

Although the prince is confused, he can't be so mad, right?Once the army was mobilized privately, the Mongolian caravan was intercepted, and so many people died, even the crown prince would not be able to handle it if it was found out.

"There are more than 1000 Mongols, but none of them escaped, and they were all killed here." As expected of Bao Zheng, he stood up and said in thought: "From the scene of the fire, they were stationed here for a few days before, and even set up camp. It seems to be waiting for someone."

Yan Song had to admire Bao Zheng, Bao Heizi was really good at solving the case.So many details can be judged just from the scorched fire scene.

"Then who is Mazamu waiting for?" Yan Song wondered.

"I don't know, and judging from the distribution and wounds of these corpses, they were going to meet the visitors at the gate of the village, but they were caught by surprise and beheaded by surprise." Bao Zheng pointed at the mountain of corpses piled up at the gate of the village, and said calmly : "I'm sure that this Mazamu must have been arranged by someone before to meet with the visitor, but in the end he was killed by someone."

"As for the murderer." Bao Zheng smiled slightly, his face darkened: "I'm afraid it was really my Daming's army who did it!"

"Why are you so sure?" Wang Jiaping asked doubtfully.

"Because of the wound." Bao Zheng has a deep research on murder weapons, picked up a highly decomposed human head, and smiled slightly.

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Chapter 660 "The Great Detective Sherlock Bao Zheng" Novel【2】

"Although these corpses are all burnt, the type of murder weapon can still be judged from the wound. This is my Daming's unique saber. With the help of horsepower and high-speed impact, it is possible to decapitate people's heads in one blow without breaking the chain."

Bao Zheng recognized it at a glance.

"And I dare to assert that the number of this army is quite large. The reason is that a large number of people who were killed were concentrated at the gate of the village. It shows that the murderer had a lot of people at the same time. At least a few hundred people, at most a thousand people. In addition, from Judging from the ground of the fire scene, the murderers were all tough warriors who killed people on horseback."

Shakespeare lost his voice and said, "Master Bao Zheng can solve the case so miraculously based on clues, which is very admirable."

His eyes glowed, and he praised sincerely: "We Europeans always think that Africans are stupid, but now it seems that Africans also have clever "[-]". For example, Mr. Bao. It can be called the big blue sky of Africa!"

Bao Zheng turned his head and looked at him for a long time, with a look of wanting to hit someone: "..."

Zhan Zhao and Gongsun Ce: "..."

Yan Song: "Hahahahaha! The big blue sky in Africa!"

Bao Zheng wanted to hit people even more.

But Shakespeare became more and more interested in Bao Zheng, an African with a black face and a superhuman IQ, and followed him every step of the way, observing every detail of Bao Zheng's case, staring intently.

Shakespeare was amazed, and said: "I have always had an idea to write a detective novel. You know the London Metropolitan Police Department has always had a headache in solving cases. I want to write a magical detective story. This Bao Zheng Bao Mr. God is an excellent archetype."

Yan Song had an idea: "If it weren't for the protagonist, his name would be Sherlock Bao Zheng."

Yan Song snickered in his heart.

In this parallel world, a Sherlock Holmes will also be born?

If Westerners in another world knew that their favorite Sherlock Holmes turned into Sherlock Bao Zheng in the end, would they want to hit someone?