[Iron Cold Iron] Shujian Tianya

Many occupations are hereditary.

The son of an emperor (if he has only one son) must be an emperor, the daughter of a prostitute must be a prostitute, and the son of a beggar must be a beggar. Both emperors and prostitutes and beggars are hereditary occupations.

Anan inherited the profession of beggar. *

A beggar's friend is only a beggar.

Yangzhou City is prosperous and prosperous, but at the end of the street and under the bridge, there are beggars everywhere, and Anan's friends are everywhere.

When the bell rang in the morning, he went out to beg with a broken bowl; in the middle of the night, he went back to the ruined temple to sleep.

Day after day, year after year.

The change came not long ago, when he met a beautiful and extravagant young man.

At first glance, he was the son of a rich family, but he was alone, walking slowly on the street, eating golden silk party plums in oiled paper bags.

——The opportunity has come.

At that time, Anan thought so.

It was too easy to steal money from a young master. He walked up to the young master, but before he could make a move, the young master enthusiastically asked him the way.

Anan hesitated.

answered.

"Thank you! I have food here, do you want it?"

The young master readily shared half a pack of Jinsi Dangmei and Anan.It's not a few donated ones, but half a pack.

Anan couldn't steal anything from him anymore, so he had to chat with him.

Chat and chat, chat and become friends.

The first friend Anan knew who was not a beggar was Meng Ze.

But soon, Anan found that his friend seemed to be very afraid of the police, and would hide from the police when he saw him.Several times, I almost couldn't avoid it. Meng Ze thought about it for a long time, and suddenly had a whimsical idea:

"Anan, let's change our identities? You wear my clothes and I wear yours. I'll give you my money too. You stay in the hotel and I live in the earth temple. We'll meet again in two days?"

Anan agreed without thinking.

At dawn the next day, blood flowed into rivers in Yangzhou City.

All his friends are dead.

He is the only one left in the still prosperous and prosperous city of Yangzhou.

"I know you want to ask me why I can't afford to eat while wearing such nice clothes." Anan didn't cry anymore, because the tears had already been shed, "Because the clothes don't belong to me, but I dare not put them on I took it off, and I dare not go to the street to beg for food. I can’t turn back into a beggar, I’m afraid I’ll die soon if I turn back into a beggar. I can’t use Meng Ze’s money either. If he is alive, I will keep all his money."

That's how it happened.

The thread seems to be broken.

The clothes on Anan's body and Meng Ze's death were just a coincidence.

However, Tie Shou and Leng Xue didn't think about the question of clues at all at the moment, Tie Shou's heart became softer, and Leng Xue's blood boiled even more.

The desire to comfort the young man and to solve the case as soon as possible became even stronger.

Anan still choked up and said: "I shouldn't have promised him at the time, if it wasn't for me, nothing would happen to him."

"This has nothing to do with you." Iron Hand said gently, "It is the murderer who really killed your friends."

"I don't understand," Anan was puzzled, "Why did the murderer kill us?"

No one can understand this.

"Do you have any clues? Or something strange?" Cold Blood asked.

"No. If I had any clues, I would have gone to the yamen to report the case." After speaking, Anan laughed at himself, "But if I really went, the yamen won't care about me."

"I won't ignore it. Officials should share the worries of the people." Tie Shou's smile made people feel extremely reassured, and what he said was even more reassuring:

"We are the police, and we will definitely take care of this case."

Anan's eyes widened.

— catch fast?

——This person actually said that they were policemen?

But how could the police be like this?Shouldn't the police be very vicious?He even stole the money from the police, and they didn't put him in jail?

Anan was a little unbelievably shocked, but the question he was most concerned about and the first question he asked was:

"Can you solve the case?"

"can."

The one who answered this word without hesitation was cold-blooded.

He is still so young, he firmly believes that where there is a will, there is a way; he firmly believes that as long as there is determination, there is no case that cannot be solved.

His conviction has never changed.

As it is now, so it will be in the future, no matter how many years have passed.

He always has such a young and hot heart.

And his simple and powerful answer at this moment also hit Tie Shou's heart.Tie Shou couldn't help but look sideways at him, seeing the confidence flying in the young man's quiet eyes.

Tie Shou nodded at Anan, and only used one word:

"can."

His tone was calm.

More decisively.

Since he was ten years older than Leng Xue, he had been in the arena for too long, and he had experienced too many cases.Many cases cannot be solved if they want to, and many prisoners cannot be dealt with if they want to.

He is well aware of this.

He is steady.

Here are the pros and cons:

——There will be too many worries.

However, at any time, his determination and confidence to solve the case will not have any worries.

Just because he didn't want to see anyone disappointed.

Just because he wants to give everyone (whether they are alive or dead) a satisfactory explanation.

Anan has never heard such a simple but powerful answer, he opened his eyes, believed the iron hand and cold-blooded answer without any doubt, and said:

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Tie Shou and Leng Xue exchanged glances and nodded at the same time.

The wind picked up.

There is lotus fragrance by the lake.

Evening arrived, but the pedestrians did not return home.

Anan put on another tattered dress.

Holding the broken bowl, he walked alone on the street with the most pedestrians, instantly shocking everyone with eyes.

——Who would have thought that there would be beggars in the city today?

Many people stopped, looked at me, I looked at you, and then threw some small money into Anan's broken bowl together, including several men who had never looked at beggars seriously before.

— There is also a reason for their sudden generosity.

"Boy, are you still alive? Didn't you say that you are all dead? Hey, do you know what happened that night?" He smiled when he asked.

——As if to say, this thing is interesting.

Anan bit his lip, turned his head and left.

"Hey, hey, don't go, you haven't answered my question yet."

Anan really hates these people.

So many lives, all of them were their friends, in the eyes of these rich people, they were just strange anecdotes for them to laugh about.

He lowered his head, took a breath, and looked around.

He didn't see iron hands and cold blood.

But he remembered iron hands and cold blood.

Suddenly, he remembered.

Thinking that the way they talked about death with me was different from those people, completely different.

Because of this, he was willing to promise them anything.

— including dangerous things.

"You will not be in danger."

That's what the cold young man said while holding his sword.

"We won't be too far away from you."

The promise of an iron hand is like a mountain.

So even though Anan couldn't see where the iron hands and cold blood were, he still believed it.

Believe they are by his side.

Iron Hand and Cold Blood are indeed by Anan's side.

With their lightness skills, Anan can't see it, that's easy; with their lightness skills, the murderer can't find it...

— Can it be done?

Cold blood asked: "Second senior brother, are you sure the murderer will come to Anan tonight?"

Tetsudo: "Remember the analysis when we looked at the corpse?"

Cold-bloodedly said: "There are wounds on the corpse caused by privately-made torture instruments. The murderer wanted to ask the deceased something."

Iron Hand: "I suspect that what they want to ask has not been asked yet."

Cold-blooded: "Why?"

Tie Shundao: "Because each of the dead has wounds from the instruments of torture."

The murderer tortured each of the dead with instruments of torture.

—unless they asked exactly the answer they wanted when they asked the last dead man.

——Unless there is such a coincidence.

Otherwise, it can only show that the murderer didn't ask what they wanted to know until the end.

Of course, being cold-blooded is a little bit transparent.

Leng Xue didn't look at Anan.

He never looked at Anan.

"Fourth Junior Brother," Tie Shou said with a smile, "Don't be so deliberate."

Cold-blooded blinked and nodded.

He looked at Anan unabashedly.

This time the cold-bloodedness was still a little bit clear, a beggar who was not dead suddenly appeared in the city, everyone looked at the beggar, it was a bit strange for those who didn't look at him.

They have to pretend to be passers-by.

Since light work is not as good as ruthlessness and pursuit of life, they have to work hard on disguise, so that the murderer can see them and act as passers-by.

It's not difficult.

For them, it's not difficult at all.

Leng Xue bought some snacks at the street stall from time to time, and Tie Shou flipped through some old books at the roadside bookstall from time to time.

"Second brother, do you try this?—Hey, second brother, do you like this book?"

"Well, have you read the book?"

"I saw it when I was a child."

They are like a pair of brothers from ordinary families hanging out and chatting, but they never take their eyes off the ragged boy in front of them.

In this way, the sky is getting dark.

The author has something to say: *The first three paragraphs use the meaning of "A woman's occupation is hereditary and specialized!" in Lao She's "Crescent Moon"