Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 261
Jiang Wenjie's nervousness didn't last for a moment, and then he relaxed again.

He remembered that all the people who arrested the old man surnamed Mu were all his cronies specially sent by him.

But now, they are all lying quietly in the black carriage like the old man, unable to move or speak.

Jiang Wenjie let out a foul breath, looked up at the already dark sky, then jumped off his horse, turned his head and waved to the soldiers behind him: "Bring the brothers in first."

"Yes."

The soldiers opened the heavy black curtain, slowly dragged the people inside, and lifted them out.

The caretaker who came to help smelled a strong smell of blood. He held a lantern and looked forward, his hands trembling in horror.

He has guarded the Yizhuang for more than ten years, and in the past two years, he has seen more dead people than living people every day, but it is the first time that something so horrifying is happening!
I saw that the scalps of these people were torn apart, and some parts extended all the way down to the neck where there was no skin, only bloody meridians and white dead flesh.

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way!"

The guard hurriedly backed away, holding a lantern to help illuminate the way, and was shocked to find that almost everyone behind him was in the same miserable state.

Jiang Wenjie watched this scene silently.

The coffin was prepared in advance in Yizhuang. Gangzi and the others are not from Kyoto, and the body was not taken away until the family members received the news.

Now, they can only stay here.

"Go find a few morticians, help them repair them, and re-encoffin them."

"Yes."

Jiang Wenjie let out a foul breath, turned around and walked outside.

At this time, several yamen servants sent by the yamen arrived.

Several people saluted Jiang Wenjie and went in to check. Soon, one person backed out with a face full of shock, "Deputy Jiang, how, how did these people die? Was it really killed by the snow monster?"

Jiang Wenjie nodded, and couldn't help looking at the long cart beside him.

This car is different from other black carriages. It has no shed, and the body is extra long and wider. The cart is covered with a black cloth, and there is a huge bulge underneath.

Looking at the figure, it must be about one foot long.

The yamen servant swallowed his saliva, his throat felt a little dry, "Deputy Jiang, is there snow, a snow monster under here?"

"Yes."

Jiang Wenjie didn't want to say more, the yamen servant quickly called other companions out, and they all went to help, and pushed the cart into a courtyard behind Yizhuang.

The caretaker lit two lanterns and hung them in the courtyard, but the light was not bright enough.

A yamen servant simply found a torch and lit it, and said to Wu Zuo: "Old Huang, you come and get it, and I will help you illuminate it."

Wu Zuo was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a fairly strong figure. He nodded, and took out a face scarf from his body to tie it on his face.

The few yamen servants who helped followed suit and covered their mouths and noses with something.

As soon as the black cloth was lifted, except for Jiang Wenjie and his soldiers, everyone took a step back in horror.

The yamen servant held up a torch and looked over, "There really is such a terrifying monster in this world!"

"Hurry up, we're all dead, so there's nothing to be afraid of." A soldier couldn't help urging.

Wu Zuo had no choice but to step forward, put on his gloves, and take out the dick.

The soldier walked up to Jiang Wenjie and lowered his voice: "Deputy lieutenant, don't look at it later, or you won't be able to eat for several days."

Jiang Wenjie shook his head.

He must read it, until now he still feels that Fang Yao and Fan Chen's words are like the Arabian Nights.

How could a lean and lean old man be this huge monster that was about ten feet tall in front of him?

Although the worker was startled at first, but this is what he does after all, and with so many people around him, he soon built up his courage and approached again with tools.

As soon as the tip of the knife touched the slightly raised abdomen of the snow monster, Jiang Wenjie suddenly said, "Start from the beginning."

Everyone was a little confused, but no one spoke.

Wu Zuo carefully confirmed it again: "From the head?"

"Well, take off the fur on your head." Jiang Wenjie said word by word.

"Little, little one obeys."

Wu Zuo remembered the scenes he had just seen in the Yizhuang morgue, and thought that Jiang Wenjie was killed by his comrades, so he felt annoyed, and deliberately wanted to skin the snow monster to vent his hatred.

The knife in his hand gestured and placed it on his forehead.

Suddenly, Wu Zuo paused.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that he hadn't made a move, the yamen servant at the side was worried that he and himself would be scolded again, so he couldn't help but frowned and urged, "Old Huang, don't let the deputy lieutenant wait too long."

Jiang Wenjie waved his hands and said, "This is investigating cases, not killing pigs, so there is no rush."

"Yes Yes……"

The yamen servant nodded and bowed, and leaned closer to Wu Zuo and asked in a low voice, "Old Huang, what's the matter?"

Wu Zuo was in a complicated mood, and said vaguely: "It's delicious."

The yamen servant was taken aback, and quickly squatted down. Sure enough, as he got closer, a faint rancid smell scrambled into his nostrils, and his face couldn't stop it.

His heart skipped a beat, it was clearly like the stench emitted by humans and animals when they died for a long time!
It's freezing cold, every ten days and half a month, it can't be like this, why do people like Deputy Captain Jiang say that they died not long ago? ? ?

"What's the matter? What did you find?" Jiang Wenjie came over suddenly.

The yamen servant's heart tightened immediately, he stood up quickly, and said with a dry smile: "No, it's nothing, Lao Huang is making a fuss, there is still smell on his mother's body, isn't it normal for such a hairy monster to have a little smell... ..."

"Yes Yes."

Wu Zuo also lowered his head and quickly moved his hands.

Jiang Wenjie stopped, now seven feet away, his dark eyes staring at the movements in Wu Zuo's hands without blinking.

But Wu Zuo didn't move for a while, then suddenly stopped, and slowly raised his head.

The yamen servant was getting annoyed, and couldn't help saying: "Old Huang, what's the matter?"

Wu Zuo's voice trembled a little, "Soft, soft."

"what?"

The yamen servant didn't react for a moment.

Wu Zuo was still saying, "There's something inside."

The yamen servant's heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Wu Zuo suddenly raise the knife in his hand and swipe down with the sharp tip of the knife.

After the muffled sound of the flesh being cut open, a pool of red and white things rushed out from the wound on the snow monster's head!

Wu Zuo let go of his hand quickly, and the thing flowed down the cracks of the cart like water and splashed to the ground.

The air is full of suffocating stench...

Everyone was horrified to see that the head of the snow monster, which was the size of a watermelon, was rapidly shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye!

After a while, the snow monster's head was completely flattened except for the two circles of white hair on the front and back...

"The head of the snow monster is gone!"

said a soldier in horror.

Jiang Wenjie, who was standing not far away, turned pale and his chest heaved violently.

He could see clearly that the snow monster's head was missing, but its whole body was slowly disappearing!

(End of this chapter)