Suspect in Jinling

The night was far from over, and soon after Kuang Jian came out from Zuofu, he received another report, calling Boss Folou to thank him, and died at home.

Kuang Jian and Fourth Master glanced at each other quickly, and then looked at Sha Xiangyue who had been silent all the time, showing fear and fear.

This place is Xie Bin's private house. According to the informant, there are no women living here, and only Xie Bin stays here from time to time.When Kuang Jian led the people there, the deceased collapsed to death in the armchair in the wing with a terrified expression on his face. His limbs were bound and there was a lot of blood on the ground. There was only one fatal penetrating wound on his chest. There were clear footprints around the chair and shoes in the room. Some of the directions overlapped, so it can be judged that the murderer was very leisurely when he committed the crime, and wandered around the room more than once.

"The width of the foot is three inches, the length of the foot is eight inches, and the stride is one foot six. The estimated length of the murderer is about seven feet and eight inches. The path of the murder is to enter through the front window and turn out through the garden of the rear window."

Kuang Jian has returned to his usual state, squatting on the ground with a candlestick in one hand, rolling over the dry sole soil with the other hand, putting it under his nose to smell it, and then, the candlelight is upwards, illuminating Xie Bin's death, "The calf of the deceased There was a three-inch long shallow knife wound, there were signs of violent struggle in the limbs, and there were unknown cotton wool powder in the mouth and nose, and he was forced to confess before his death..."

There are some other details that Kuang Jian didn't say too much. For example, the fatal knife wound was cut by a slow knife. The amount of bleeding was like killing a pig, and the murderer's style was extremely arrogant and tough, and he didn't care whether he would leave clues or not.

Kuang Jian opened Xie Bin's stiff right fingers, and sure enough, Xie Bin's nails carved deep marks on the hard pear wood armrest: "... red?" Kuang Jian frowned.

Qian Jin recorded the scene with vigor, while Sha Xiangyue listened carefully to Kuang Jian's analysis. Seeing him suddenly silent, she couldn't help walking over to look at it lightly. Kuang Jian tilted his head to think, and he also tilted his head to think together.

Kuang Jian felt him, looked back at him calmly as before, and stood up.

Ying Tianfu has its own procedures for handling murder cases, and Kuang Jian assigns tasks, those who are responsible for tracing the whereabouts of the footprints go to chase the footprints, those who are in charge of the evidence-searching scene are in charge of the evidence-searching scene, and those who are in charge of contacting the relatives of the deceased contact relatives. Coming and going, hurried and silent.

"Kuang Tou, the woman prisoner who passed out has woken up."

In this room, Kuang Jian was still thinking, and Zhang Hua had already knocked on the door respectfully outside with his confession. Sha Xiangyue had an impression of this person, and it was Kuang Jian who arranged for the first person to interrogate him. Fast and organized.

Kuang Jian asked Qian Jin a few words, and went straight out: "Finally, what's going on."

Zhang Hua: "The man's name is Zhao Quan, not Sun. He lives in Biexi Village outside the city. It is Jinling who pulls Zigu's cart to dig out the excrement."

Generally speaking, these people can only be seen in Jinling City at night, offering sacrifices to Zigu, the toilet god. After nightfall, a copper bell is tied to a cart to collect excrement along the street. It is paper glass with three pastes, one side is illuminated, and it is convenient to clean up the toilet water.

Sha Xiangyue frowned, and covered her nose uncomfortably.

Cheng Dabin couldn't help wrinkling his nose when he heard the words, "Zhencheng, this murderer has a good idea to find someone who picks up shit to give him food."

Zhang Hua looked serious, "According to what Zhao Quan said, someone found him this afternoon and asked him to go to the women's prison in the name of Sun's son who delivered food. He took the money and came."

"What does the person looking for him look like?"

"I asked, but Zhao Quan couldn't describe it. He only said that the man had scars on his face, covered his face, was tall, well dressed, and wore a round-brimmed cymbal hat."

Kuang Jian asked: "How much money did he take?"

Zhang Hua: "It's not much. The man paid him two pennies first, and said that if the goods are delivered smoothly, he will be given another penny. The deal will be at the entrance of the west gate of the city."

Kuang Jian let out a "huh", this person has been completely sold, so there is no third money.He took Zhang Hua's confession and strode towards a small room at the end of the courtyard. This was originally an old warehouse in Xie's mansion. In a hurry, he temporarily requisitioned it as an interrogation room.Kuang Jian entered the room and glanced at Zhao Quan. He was about 27 or [-] years old, and he looked fairly flat-headed and straight-faced, but he was short and thin. No wonder he was targeted by the Taiping Sect and used as a trick for Li Daitao to become stiff. At this time, he was arrested by Ying Tianfu. Sitting and fidgeting, he looked like a poor man in embarrassment.

"People with unknown origins, things with unknown origins, let you infiltrate the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice..." Kuang Jian sat down with a chair, confessed, and lowered his voice expressionlessly: "Zhao Quan, you How courageous!"

No matter how stunned Zhao Quan was, he could tell that Kuang Jian was the one talking at this moment. Three tall and thin people followed Kuang Jian into the room, stood behind and looked at him together, and he hurriedly defended: "I, I thought That man had an affair with that woman, just to give something, nothing else... I really didn't do anything..."

"What did you send?"

"It's like a golden cake. I don't know what to do. I put it in the rice bucket. I went to the prison and found that beautiful woman. I scooped out the contents of the bucket and gave it to her. She said she wanted me to help with the message. I I put my ear close, who knew that she would suddenly break open the golden cake, put it in front of my eyes and smell it... I don't know the rest."

Kuang Jian: "Don't you know that the female prisoner took the opportunity to escape?"

Zhao Quan gasped, and deep fear appeared in his eyes: "Why, how could it be?"

Everything is quite clear, the Taiping Sect found a small and thin fool to deliver the food, the "golden cake" was filled with drugs and locked the lock, Liu Lier opened the lock after being fascinated by him, took off his clothes, and raised the lock. Running away with the rice bucket in disguise.The guards of the female prison of the Ministry of Punishment after the shift change tonight are obviously two deep-fried sticks, looking determined to neglect their duties, and did not check carefully.

Standing behind him, Cheng Dabin asked repeatedly, what other physical characteristics did the person looking for him have, had he seen it before, but Zhao Quan was an out-and-out idiot, and he murmured that he was going to look for him to get the rest. He is always rich, but he can't even tell whether this person has a square face, a round face, big eyes and small eyes, and finally he can only choke out a sentence, "The scar on his face is red!"

Kuang Jian rapped on the table and thought. Although he was calm and resolute on the surface, he was obviously a little tired: Ying Tianfu couldn't investigate the 10,000+ people in Jinling who had bruises on their faces. Knocking on the table, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Zhao Quan, tell me about the work you do. Do you collect dung every day?"

For a moment, the expressions of the three people behind him were a little bit wrong.

Discussing such a filthy thing with such a grand catcher, Zhao Quan was a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "No, how much can I collect every day, I collect every three days."

Kuang Jian: "Collecting dung at night, what do you do during the day? Are you going to the city?"

Zhao Quan: "Collect dung at night, and sell dung during the day!"

Sha Xiangyue covered her mouth and turned her back suddenly.

Zhao Quan blinked and looked at Shaxiangyue's celestial back with a hesitant expression again. He paused for a moment in embarrassment, and answered Kuang Jian seriously in a low voice: "If you don't go to the city, I will finish pulling the dung in the city." It is to be sold to the farmers outside the city, they plow the fields and sell vegetables, and their own livestock manure can’t be watered so much, so don’t be disgusted by the catching men, they also want to sell the good vegetables they grow into Jinling.”

Sha Xiangyue turned around quickly again, took a quick step forward, and touched Kuang Jian's side waist.

Kuang Jian raised his eyebrows, only to hear a breathy voice passing by: "offend", and then he dexterously flipped over his waist pocket with both hands, and took out a piece of lilac.

Sha Xiangyue's movements were fast, and she left as soon as she touched it. After standing up straight, she immediately threw Ding Zixiang into her mouth.Kuang Jian's brows were like knives, she turned her head slightly, and looked at him neither happy nor angry.

Cheng Dabin was also dissatisfied. He glared at Sha Xiangyue, then leaned over, took out two cloves from Kuang Jian's other waist pocket, and threw one in his mouth as if for comparison. , one piece was given to Zhang Hua.

Kuang Jian, who was being handed over, was very speechless. He stretched out his hands to tighten his waist pockets, and his already bad face became more and more ugly: "Is your route for collecting excrement water fixed?"

Zhao Quan nodded vigorously: "There must be a fixed time to collect the excrement, otherwise the house will not be able to prepare."

Zhang Hua chewed the sweet and fragrant clove stem, and immediately understood what Kuang Tou meant. Kuang Jian casually waved: "Draw it——Zhang Hua, watch him draw and mark all the places clearly." He said and stood up , gave up the seat to Zhang Hua, coughed uncomfortably, and walked to the side near the door to breathe.

Cheng Dabin was still a little puzzled, and turned over meaningfully: "You mean that he once collected the feces from the murderer's house, so the murderer found him? Then the distance traveled by Zigu's car may not be short, right? Let's go together Looking for it every household?"

Kuang Jian cleared his throat: "No need, the footprints of the person who killed Xie Bin were covered with rice paste. After Zhao Quan drew the route, he went to Chengxili and asked where the house was being repaired."

Sha Xiangyue suddenly realized, and said "Ah!" softly.

Kuang Jian and Cheng Dabin turned their heads together, and saw Sha Xiangyue standing behind them with a serious and generous face. After listening to what they said, she nodded in agreement, then walked to the table, With a reserved face, he went to see Zhao Quanhua's route.

Cheng Dabin took a deep breath, thinking that if he couldn't look directly at this Taiping Sect killer, his intuition should be to give him a pen and paper like Qian Jin did.

"He intends to study in our mansion? See how we check his accomplices? He is more eager to learn and improve than our Yingtian mansion guards." Cheng Dabin had a strange tone, rubbed Kuang Jian's arm, and said in a low voice: " Is there any problem with our investigation direction? I don’t think he is nervous at all.”

Kuang Jian rubbed her temples with a headache: "If you don't put people under your noses, you will have problems. Don't distract him."

The result came out soon. This Zhao Quanshou concentrated his excrement in the Cang Lane area, and walked north-south through Anpin Street, Crescent Lane, Shijiawan, Niu Shou Lane, Clog Alley, Nail Alley... Kuang Jian led the people to the west of the city. Lizheng, it is confirmed that only the Doumu Niangniang Temple in Shijiawan is being repaired recently. It is a bit chaotic at night in that area, and fish and dragons often mix together until late. In the evening, I will go to Shijiawan again tomorrow. Cheng Dabin didn't think too much, and immediately agreed: In just one hour tonight, the results are clear, and it is indeed time to go back to rest. Sha Xiangyue listened silently and did not expose Kuang Jian. He waited until Kuang Jian parted ways with everyone at the entrance of Dingding Alley, and his wrist was suddenly and forcefully tapped by him, causing him to stagger and walk back.

This place in the west of the city runs north-south, and it is a vertical and eight horizontal pattern. However, this place is the lower estuary of the Qinhuai River. Facing my memory, I sprinted on the narrow road with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The drainage here is extremely bad. Many soaked horse fodder and big pants are piled up on the ground, and puddles of mud are all over the shade. The portal of the tide is like countless worms wriggling in the dark night.

"Why are you angry?"

Sha Xiangyue was forced to walk deep into the alley with his wrists clutched. The place is narrow, and if two people walk side by side, they would bump into their shoulders. His wrists are thin, and Kuang Jian's palms burned his heart.

"Is someone like Xie Bin worthy of your anger when he dies?"

He sneered coldly, he knew that Kuang Jian would definitely have a fit tonight, there were outsiders around, and he was too busy with his business to take care of him, now that the outsiders had left, he came to settle accounts with himself.

"Let me tell you the truth. If you go there in such a hurry, you won't find the murderer. Xie Bin is dead. I am very happy. If you are really unhappy, I can go back to comfort you..."

The moonlight streamed down, startled the insects, they stepped on the muddy scorpion stings, and now they could see the temple roof of Doumu Niangniang in the darkness, as well as the protruding scaffolding, all of a sudden, Shaxiangyue Steady in her footsteps, she grabbed Kuang Jian with an unusually solemn tone: "Kuang Jian, if I were you, I wouldn't go there tonight."

At this time, according to the actual distance, it was less than thirty steps away. Sha Xiangyue was still joking with Kuang Jian in a frivolous tone just now, but now he had to change his face. He pulled Kuang Jian into the shadow of the wall, showing an unusual expression. Serious expression: "Kuang Jian, go back, don't make me say it again!"

This is an evil place, Sha Xiangyue is very familiar with this place, and she has also noticed the difference tonight, but Kuang Jian didn't listen, she clenched her arm, pushed him against the wall, and said darkly: "With you in my hand Here, I can't go there?"

His tone was calm, but his words were not without malice. Sha Xiangyue was stunned for a moment, and then said frankly: "They may not take care of me, and I can't control everything in the church."

"You can't control it?"

As if hearing some joke, Kuang Jian breathed out a cold breath on his face, "You can't control the news you send out? You can't control it and let him come to rob Liuli and kill Xie Bin?" He bent his elbow, disgusted and fearful He flashed one by one in seriousness, elbows tyrannically pressing down on his throat: "Killing Xiangyue, Yanghua Carrot, delicious?"

After that, Kuang Jian suddenly let go of his strength, and dragged Sha Xiangyue staggeringly forward, Sha Xiangyue felt a chill in his heart, and pushed him back in surprise and panic: "Kuang Jian, you hurt me! Kuang Jane, Kuang Wuyuan, let go!...I'm not pretending to be real with you, the car and horse gang here passed the fourth archway, and this is the time to come back! There is no horse neighing tonight, and there is an ambush here! — Someone is going to kill you!"

The wind blew the trees, and it was too late.

Several shadows suddenly jumped out from behind the low earthen house, with withered vines soaked in ink, they held sharp knives and rushed down——