This dynasty is really messed up

One month later, the tragic extermination of Qian Yuanwai's house, the richest man in the capital, sparked heated discussions and attracted the attention of the whole city.Same as last time, a total of 273 people in Qian's mansion suffered the pain of beheading. Except for the Qian couple who had a white line around them, the rest of them all held the white line.The son Shang and Shangxie were ordered to go to Qian's mansion to investigate the case.

"Here!" Standing behind the rockery in the garden, Shang Xie pointed to the poem inscribed on the rockery and shouted, "This time the murderer wrote the poem here. Last time the poem was written on the wall of Master Sun's bedroom. Now it has been rewritten on the stone. The handwriting is the same, and the method of killing is the same, so it is not difficult to rule out that it was done by the same person."

Gong Zishang agreed with his opinion: "Well, let's go and have a look at the scene."

Qian Jialian was killed in his sleep.

The two were on the way to his bedroom, and there were corpses scattered all over the place. Some corpses were lying on the road directly blocking the way of passers-by, some were lying on the flowerbed, and some might not be able to run in time. After being killed, they fell out and drowned. Enter the lake, and after death, float the corpse up.The only thing they have in common is that they have no head, and the blood sprayed from the neck splatters and falls into the shape of a flower, which has changed from the bright red at that time to the current brown.These people probably ran out to watch after hearing the commotion outside the house, but they didn't expect to get killed.Yesterday was full of vitality and bustle, but today it was lifeless and silent, a huge change overnight.

There was still blood that hadn't dried out sticking to the ground, giving off a unique stench, very viscous and turbid.Gong Zishang pulled up the hem of his clothes that were too long, regretting that he came in white today, and the boots he was wearing now must be thrown away when he returns home.

The corpses of the Qian family and his wife have already been moved to Wu for autopsy.The bedroom outside Qian Yuan was spotless, except for the blood splattered on the curtains on the bed and the puddles of maroon on the bed.No one cared about them all night, the blood of the two people flowed from their necks, and the two people wrapped in silky white clothes were bathed in their bright red blood.

Shang Xie walked to the bedside, trying not to let the wet blood on the soles of his feet spoil the scene.From the pool of blood, he carefully picked up two slightly longer thin threads through the white cloth with his hands, and gently closed the white cloth.The windows in the room were not damaged, and the door was open after the murder, so it was inferred that the murderer broke in directly.The sheets were rather messy. It should be that the murderer woke up the Qians and his wife when he came in. After struggling for a while, they were still killed.Shang Xie searched the room carefully, hoping to find some clues left by the murderer. Because he was afraid of getting his clothes dirty, he stood by the door and looked at Shang Xie who was walking back and forth in the room bent over.

At this time, someone came in and reported that piles of human heads were found in the woodshed.After Shang Xie handed over the white cloth in his arms to the visitor, he hurried to the firewood room with his son Shang.

The detectives who came to investigate the case were all crowded in front of the door and dared not go in.Looking in through the window next to the door, hundreds of heads were crammed into the small room, and some heads were stuck in the fine well-shaped window frame. The hideous faces seemed to be greeting visitors.The detectives were afraid that the heads would roll out as soon as the door was opened, forcing them to have nowhere to stand, and the rotten smell emanating from it was almost unbearable to them.

It is conceivable that the murderer picked up the heads one by one, grabbed their hair with bloody hands, and threw them into the house, filling every corner.Gradually, the small room was filled with a mountain of heads, until the last one was filled, the murderer pressed the door with all his strength, closing 273 souls.

Seeing Shang Xie approaching, the people retreated to both sides in a tacit understanding, leaving a way for him.He stood behind the door, put his hand on the handle, held his breath, and pulled the door hard.Making this movement, he felt as if a century had passed.

One, two, three... Countless heads seemed to have lost their support, and poured down unsuspectingly, like beasts that had been sealed for a long time, and finally gained the freedom they deserved.Shang Xie quickly hid behind the door to prevent himself from being overwhelmed by the rushing heads.The road that was previously cleared for him was full of heads.The person standing on the edge stared at the head on the toes with wide eyes, was stunned for a moment, then immediately jumped up and turned around with a yell.The faces of the police officers turned purple in an instant, and they quickly covered their mouths, feeling this morning's meal churning in their stomachs.They fled in all directions, escaped from here, and vomited in a half-hunched position in the distance.On the open space outside the house, there are old people, children, men, women, almost all of them are staring at each other, terrified, and they are all frozen in the most painful moment of life.

Young Master Shang had just arrived and stood at the end of the road, looking at the blackness in front of him—the spread head was like a carpet that had just been unfurled, and came to welcome him.His face was pale, and he took a few steps back subconsciously, watching all this in disbelief.Shang Xie in front of him lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly outside, with a painful expression on his face; some of the arresters on both sides were crouching or standing vomiting, and some were muttering words, mourning for the dead.The corner of Gong Zishang's mouth twitched, he knew that this was definitely not a simple case, there should be a case in the case.

The wind picked up, and the head closest to him rolled forward slowly, until it stopped at his feet.It stared at him with wide eyes, and the black and white eyes were dimmed.Then, on the woman's face, a note mixed with blood and saliva fell out of the slightly opened mouth.The paper fluttered down leisurely, laying it flat on the ground, with beautiful handwriting written on it

——Do you like the gift I gave you?

After returning from Qian's residence, Shang Xie was called by Lu Xinyu to the Ministry of Punishment, so Prince Shang had no choice but to go back to the posthouse by himself.After returning to the room, Gong Zishang looked at the man in black in the room with an angry expression on his face, and asked him why he messed up the things he had confessed again and again.

The man looked innocent and claimed that this incident had nothing to do with him. He acted cautiously this time, and did not find anyone following him behind him. He only heard about it today.

Young Master Shang sneered and asked him to go down first, and after the man had left, he called his cronies and told him to deal with that man, he didn't want to leave a waste by his side.

It was almost dusk when Shang Xie came back.He had a worried expression on his face, and he hadn't stepped out of the room since he returned to the room, and the food he ate was also sent by Xiao Er to leave the room.Gong Zishang lived next door to him and never heard any noise from his room, so he couldn't help feeling a little worried, and would knock on his door from time to time to ask if he was okay, but often he didn't answer.Three days have passed like this, and Gong Zishang is worried, and is going to ask the shopkeeper to open the door of Shang Xie's room.When he came back, he looked up and saw Shang Xie sitting on the roof drinking, so he was overjoyed and found a ladder to climb up to the roof to find him.

"Brother Shang didn't ask me to drink here alone!" He said, grabbing the flagon from Shang Xie's mouth and pouring it down.

"My lord, you..." Shang Xie was a little surprised.

Young Master Shang put down the jug, wiped the wine stains from his mouth with his sleeve, and said with a smile, "I'm not a prince tonight, everyone is equal. By the way, what happened to Brother Shang these days, he hasn't shown his face."

Shang Xie smiled sarcastically: "No, it's just that some things have not been figured out." He has stayed in the sect in the deep mountains for many years and ignored the affairs of the world. People die unexpectedly, and it is unbearable to say anything.In the case of Master Sun, he could endure it as much as he could, but this time, as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see those people coming to him with their heads open, begging him to find the real culprit for them and clear up their grievances.That day Lord Lu approached him and told him not to take care of the case anymore, saying that the case had been handed over to someone else, and he was a man of the rivers and lakes, so Wuyuejian sent a disciple to take care of this case, which would inevitably attract criticism.Moreover, the imperial court has arranged for officials to investigate.If so, then in a few days he will be returning to the Five Sacred Sword Sect.

"Oh, could it be because of the case of the past few days?" He raised his eyebrows, "Actually, it's because of looking away. Everything is meaningless. The Qian family is not even a good person, relying on their own power and influence... How many women have been robbed, and his wife, taking advantage of her being the right wife, has caused a lot of souls in the dry well in the mansion. If you want to continue to investigate the case, you must endure everything until that day to catch the murderer and bring him to justice. According to the law, the old saying is good, ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge." He spoke with sincerity.

Shang Xie didn't answer, picked up the jug he put aside and poured it straight into his mouth.He couldn't do what Gongzi Shang did, putting everything aside and seeing it so indifferently.

Young Master Shang smiled, as if he had seen through his mind, and his tone was very old-fashioned: "I am not born cold-blooded, but this world is always changing, and when you are sentimental about one thing, another thing will follow one after another. You can’t bear it. So everything should be treated equally, and find the most central thing to do as soon as possible. I have long been used to the indifference and cruelty of the world, where the weak prey on the strong.

Since childhood, my elder brother and I were sent to the frontier by our mother and concubine, away from the disputes in the palace, and we were not taken back to Beijing until the emperor suddenly remembered us.At that time, wars were raging, and there were piles of corpses on the battlefield, rotting corpses and bones everywhere, and those barbaric peoples would even release huge beasts to the battlefield to bite anyone they saw.Sometimes if some generals who went on an expedition were captured, their corpses would be secretly hung on the city gate by the enemy the next day to expose them to the sun.

Life outside the palace is far less disgusting than life inside the palace.Those brightly dressed women live in intrigue every day, fighting openly and secretly. If you are a little careless, you may be calculated by a certain concubine and never see the sun again.There are three thousand beauties in the harem, how can the emperor be lucky enough to get all of them, so as long as a woman is favored by the emperor, then her status will be different, like the stars and the moon.My concubine mother, given the name 婠, is the highest imperial concubine, but she was framed by an adulterer and accused of committing adultery in the deep palace.How could it be possible for the emperor to investigate the truth for this woman who hadn't seen her face for ten days and half a month?The first emperor was very angry with Longyan, and ordered her to be steamed, and ordered us two brothers to stand by the steamer and watch her die in pain.I think this is also a relief for my mother and concubine. "He spoke lightly, as if he was just telling other people's stories.

Shang Xie looked at him, the starlight of tonight was reflected in his deep eyes, he pursed his lips and hesitated to speak, a little hesitant. "That...you...I..."

"Stop talking, I'm leaving first, you want to drive a bit." He raised his hand to stop him from talking, then stood up, patted his clothes, turned around and prepared to leave, "It's windy at night, be careful yourself, Don't catch the wind and cold." After speaking, he returned along the same path, climbed down the ladder, and gradually disappeared into the night.

The next day, Young Master Shang passed by Shang Xie's house, and saw that his room door was open, and there was no one inside. He intended to close the door for him to prevent people from entering, but when he looked inside, he saw a letter pressed by a teapot on the table. Letter, so I went into the room to have a look.

Shang Xie left.Prince Shang's first reaction after reading the letter.Seeing the signing time at the end of the letter, Shang Xie probably wrote it after thinking for a while on the roof, and packed his luggage and left at midnight.The content of the letter is roughly that he Shangxie received an urgent letter from his family to temporarily put aside the case at hand and go back to his hometown.And that day when Lu Xinyu asked him to go to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, he also told him not to take up the case, and the court officials would come back to investigate.Therefore, he felt that staying in the capital was nothing to do, and he thought about going back to his hometown to help.Especially after he heard what Gong Zishang said last night, he felt that he didn't have enough experience in life, so he wanted to go out and make a living.For his leaving without saying goodbye, he hereby expresses his sincere apologies.

Three days later, Prince Shang asked his servants to send a letter to the palace, saying that the floods in the south of the Yangtze River had started to get serious and he wanted to go back to work and help the victims. Besides, the emperor's brother had almost recovered, and he also had the assistance of the prime minister in other aspects, so he didn't have to stay in the capital anymore. .

On the way back, he leaned against the window, watching the changing scenery outside the window.Probably since then, it will be difficult to have the opportunity to meet someone as interesting as him.he thought.He felt very tired, every day in the capital was not without fear, but it would be better to stay in his Jiangnan and be free.

In the same month, an unknown knight appeared in the Jianghuai area. With his superb martial arts skills, he robbed the rich and helped the poor, and helped the victims, making the Jianghuai area relatively peaceful.

In the following days, the capital city was still full of crises under the cover of a scene of prosperity.Prisoners are constantly escaping from the criminal prison, and murders and exterminations happen almost every two months. People live in panic, especially those powerful and powerful people who have ghosts in their hearts.