Settled in Qixia Town, started with Qingwen

Chapter 12 Sudden Murder Cases
What Yang Huilan is good at wielding is a set of widow's knives.

Of course, she was a girl herself, not a widow.

The widow's sword was first introduced from the Western Regions. It is a double-sword sword technique, with the left and right hands each holding a short knife to fight against the enemy.

The moves are ruthless and fierce without leaving any room, once the real moves are made, it will be difficult to stop them.

Therefore, it is not suitable for competitions, and it is easy to cause casualties.

Yang Huilan obviously also knows the disadvantages, as long as the martial arts are far inferior to hers, she chooses to use single-handed swords only.

This is more than enough, you can stop at any time.

Obviously, in her eyes, Xing Butou is extremely poor in martial arts.

It can't even be said that martial arts is bad, it's almost like having never learned martial arts.

Yamen catchers are qualified to learn some basic martial arts. Xing catcher is old, poor in qualifications, and low in perseverance, so he only learned to swing a knife indiscriminately, without practicing his real skills at all.

But Yan Xiaoliu on the sidelines didn't know what was going on, and couldn't tell that Yang Huilan was making a fuss.

He only knew that the two of them had competed until now, and neither of them had a winner, and it seemed that they were evenly matched.

So he shouted excitedly: "Master! Beat that woman down! Kick her! Cut her!"

Snapped!
Just as he was shouting happily, someone patted his shoulder.

He turned his head and recognized Li Xin who was questioned by him yesterday.

"Why are you shooting me?"

he said.

"This is a martial arts contest to recruit relatives. Your master went up to find a wife. You asked him to chop off his wife. What if he hacked to death and injured her?"

Li Xin said with a smile.

"My master is very skilled in martial arts, so he will naturally be merciful. If he gets hurt, he will be cured! What's the matter?"

Yan Xiaoliu was quite rude.

Bang!
And just as he finished speaking, Xing Butou, who was competing in the middle field, was kicked in the chest by Yang Huilan, and flew backwards into the crowd.

"master!"

Yan Xiaoliu became anxious immediately, and rushed over to help Xing Butou up.

"Master, how are you, master!"

he cried with concern.

"Ouch! It hurts, hurts, hurts! You can't move lightly!"

Xing Butou cried out in pain with a distorted expression.

However, those in the audience who knew martial arts all knew that this kick was not really powerful.

It seems to have kicked people away, but in fact it also kicked the skin black and blue. At most, there will be a little internal injury, but it will not be too serious.

And more onlookers laughed with sarcasm on their faces.

Xing Butou is too embarrassing this time.

Can the one just now be called a contest?

Yang Huilan was literally walking the dog.

Xing Butou obviously knew that he was ashamed and humiliated, and felt ashamed, so he asked Yan Xiaoliu to help him leave.

But after taking two steps, he felt pain again and couldn't bear it, so he had to sit down on the side of the street outside the crowd and walk slowly.

"I don't have much to consume in this match, so I don't need to rest. Who wants to come up and try?"

In the arena, Yang Huilan spoke loudly.

Although the tone was flat, what he said was sarcasm.

Hearing it in Butou Xing's ears made his face twitch violently, but there was nothing he could do.

He is almost forty and has no family yet, so he is also anxious.

He also knew that he didn't know martial arts, if he went up to compete with Yang Huilan, he would definitely lose.

But he still went up, betting that a miracle would happen.

What if Yang Huilan happened to have diarrhea and lost strength?
What if she catches her eye?

What if she didn't dare to use the knife because of her scruples about her identity as a head arrester?
If not, there is a chance!

It's a pity that anyone can daydream, but reality is cruel.

"Xing Butou, this plaster is very effective, do you want to try it?"

At this time, Li Xin brought Qingwen over and handed out a piece of plaster.

"It's you kid, is this a plaster?"

Catcher Xing recognized Li Xinlai.

He took the plaster and didn't know how to apply it.

Li Xin smiled, helped him tear off the outer paper, and said, "Pick up the clothes, and stick this side directly to the wound."

Catcher Xing followed his advice.

I put the plaster on my chest, waited for two seconds, and felt it immediately.

"It works so fast, it's warm and refreshing, and your medicine is much better than the ones sold on the street!"

Xing Butou was pleasantly surprised to feel that the pain had weakened to almost nothing.

It was all overwhelmed by the warmth of the plaster.

"Okay, okay, thank you little brother this time."

Xing Butou cupped his hands in thanks.

"Where, wasn't Catcher Xing helping me yesterday?"

Li Xin said with a smile.

The plaster he took out was naturally taken out of the grocery store in Yu Pendant Space.

Xing Yusen is an official post, and there is no harm in building a good relationship with him.

"I won't stay any longer, let's drink together next time."

Catcher Xing stood up, and looked complicatedly at Yang Huilan, who was in the center of the crowd and started the martial arts competition again.

Then he said goodbye to Li Xin and was about to leave with Yan Xiaoliu.

But at this moment, an accident happened!
"what--!"

A shrill scream ignited the crowd watching the martial arts contest to recruit relatives.

And with one of the positions as the center, everyone hurriedly retreated outwards.

On the vacated ground, a person fell in a pool of blood.

It was a grown man, and the materials of his clothes did not look like poor people. A small knife was pierced into the back of his heart, and blood continued to flow out of it.

"Out, out of life!"

"Report to the official! Report to the official!"

Everyone was frightened, some shouted to flee, some shouted to report to the police, and more retreated to a certain distance and continued to watch the excitement.

But no one came forward to check on the victim to see if he was still alive.

"Quiet! Quiet for me!"

Xing Catcher regained his spirits in an instant.

Homicide case!

What does it mean?
Credit!

The embarrassment just now, he just put it behind his head, took out the policeman's ID card and held it in front of him, and walked towards the victim's position with such a high air.

Yan Xiaoliu naturally followed closely.

When people around saw this, they all said it was a coincidence that the two policemen were here quickly, so why should they report to the officials.

But then again, Catcher Xing just competed with Yang Huilan, and everyone saw that.

Knowing that he was there, dare to commit murder?

The prisoner was really audacious.

And if this kind of accident happened, the martial arts competition to recruit relatives would definitely not go on.

Yang Huilan was originally fighting with a 30-year-old martial artist with a stick, but both of them stopped at this moment.

She started to tidy up the venue with the hired fake father, that is, the bearded middle-aged man, and prepared to leave.

On Li Xin's side, Qingwen heard that someone had been killed, so she clung to him and grabbed his clothes.

He patted Qingwen on the back to comfort her, and was about to leave immediately.

He will not stay to watch the excitement, let alone go forward to take a closer look.

Staying away is the wise choice.

And look at Xing Butou's idiot look, when the homicide happened, he didn't control the scene in time, and half of the people present left, and now there are still people leaving one after another.

He knew that the prisoner was almost certain to have retreated.

If there is no retreat, it means that the prisoner is extremely confident or psychopathic, and it is even more dangerous.

Better stay away.

"Let's go back to the inn."

He said to Qingwen.

The mood to go shopping today is gone.

There is Bai Zhantang in the inn, who is now his friend, who can give people a sense of security and security.

(End of this chapter)