Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 227 Dead People and Things
  At this time, a team of nearly a hundred elite soldiers were stationed at the gate of the Hou Mansion, wearing full white armor and holding halberds - this is the strongest white armor army in South Korea, and they are the most elite halberd throwers in the white armor army, and they are Bai Yifei's personal soldiers.

Seeing Han Fei approaching, some soldiers immediately stepped forward to stop them:

"Please stop. The Marquis is under attack. The Marquis' mansion is closed to outsiders."

Han Fei smiled and said it as if Bai Yifei was a guest without being attacked.

However, he was too lazy to talk to a big-headed soldier and took out his Sikou Guan Ling Yiliang:
  "I am Sikou Hanfei. I am here to investigate the case under the king's orders. No one can stop me. Next to me is my assistant."

However, Bai Yifei's soldiers were overbearing, and they still refused to give in when they saw the token, and just replied:
  "Master Sikou, please wait a moment while I go to report to the Marquis."

Han Fei and Wei Zhuang looked at each other, did not bother with each other, and let him report.

Soon, the soldier came back and replied to Han Fei:
  "Lord Siko, please come in."

Han Fei smiled inexplicably.

Interestingly, Bai Yifei's people did not deliberately embarrass him, and the soldiers looked really nervous, so... Bai Yifei's attack should not have been directed and acted by him to deceive people... Well, it's hard to say.

After entering the Hou Mansion, it was Bai Yifei's personal soldier who led Han Fei and the two of them.

"Lord Siko, I wonder where you are going now?"

"Of course we go to the scene where the Marquis was attacked."

"Okay, please come with me."

Afterwards, he took Han Fei and the two of them down a few roads and came to a small independent courtyard. There were some trees and flowers planted in the courtyard, but now they were basically covered with debris. The bricks and stone paths in the courtyard and the ancient Xunjia looked like he had just broken down. There were a large number of sword marks scattered on the ground, as well as many water stains and blood stains.

"Lord Siko, this is where the Marquis's study is. Because the Marquis likes to be quiet, he specially arranged it into a separate courtyard. The Marquis was attacked here before."

Han Fei did not go to observe the scene, but handed over the task to Wei Zhuang. He interrogated the soldier who was leading the way just like he did in Zuo Sima Mansion:

"Do you know anything about the attackers, such as their attire, number of people, and any traces that might reveal their origins?"

The other party didn't hide anything...at least it seemed like he didn't. He replied directly:
  "The number of attackers was less than twenty. They were all wearing dark tight-fitting clothes. They used swords, coordinated with each other, and had extraordinary skills. There is no other information other than that."

"Hmm... It sounds like a professional killer or a specially trained death warrior!" Han Fei nodded while analyzing, "Are there any casualties on the other side?"

"Yes, nine died, and their bodies were taken away."

"Are there no survivors?"

"I caught one, but I couldn't stop him in time to commit suicide by taking poison."

"So, he's more like a dead soldier." Han Fei's guess began to take a turn.

Generally speaking, killers will not be so fierce and commit suicide as soon as they are captured. On the contrary, it is more common for accomplices to kill and silence, so the dead will commit suicide without hesitation.

"Can I examine the body?"

"Okay, Sir Siko, do you want to go see it now?"

"No hurry, no rush." ​​Han Fei waved his hand, indicating that there was no need, "Then you go down first and I will find you again."

Regarding Han Fei's move to send him away, Bai Yifei's soldiers still had no objection. They clasped their fists and bowed before retreating:
  "Master Siko, if you have anything else to do, you can go to the gate and look for me."

After he left, Han Fei took a few steps forward, walked to Wei Zhuang's side, and asked:

"How's it going? Did you see anything?" Wei Zhuang did not stand up, but still carefully observed the marks on the ground, and replied in a deep voice:
  "The scene has been processed, and a lot of traces have been destroyed, but it can be seen that it was a big melee. Although most of the blood stains have been cleaned up, the remaining traces are all consistent with the sword marks, and it does not look like a fake fighting scene."

"That means Bai Yifei was indeed attacked and it was not an illusion?"

"It can be said that it is difficult to forge these traces. Even if I were to do it, it would be almost impossible."

"Can you tell the martial arts skills of the person who does it?"

"Judging from the sword marks, all the marks are very similar, which shows that the attackers are very close in strength, and the weapons are made by the same craftsman, and... they are not ordinary commercial goods, nor are they made by ordinary craftsmen."

Then Wei Zhuang closed his eyes and meditated, trying his best to recreate the scene in his mind:
  "These moves are clean and neat. They are pure killing techniques. They do not come from any sect that I know of. They are also very suitable for multiple people to cooperate and join forces to kill the target. They are specially customized martial arts."

Han Fei understood the meaning of Pinweizhuang's words and concluded:
  "According to what you said, the attacker is a certain force, and he is also a dead soldier secretly trained by a big force."

"Yes, even the killers of Luo Wang will not practice this kind of specialized joint attack martial arts. Only the dead soldiers who fully serve their master can do this." Wei Zhuang nodded and agreed.

Han Fei felt a headache and raised his hand to knock on his forehead, "This is troublesome. The most important thing for a dead soldier is to keep it secret. It's not easy to find out whose family it belongs to."

"Brother Wei Zhuang, do you think there are any clues worth exploring here?"

"No." Wei Zhuang spat out two words, stood up and walked out of the hospital. He explained on the way, "If you want to find out the clues here, seven days will definitely not be enough."

Han Fei shrugged and followed Wei Zhuang nonchalantly.

The reason why he wanted to ask Wei Zhuang was because in his opinion the clues at the scene were of no use to him. He wanted to see if Wei Zhuang had any insights, but... he still didn't.

The two men found the white-armored soldier who was leading the way again and asked to see the body.

Then he was taken to a remote, unused room. There were several large tables in the room, and the body was lying on it covered with white cloth.

After sending the guide away as usual, Han Fei stepped forward and randomly selected one, lifted up the white cloth, and inspected it. Wei Zhuang also stood on the other side and watched together.

This corpse had obviously died at the hands of Bai Yifei, and it was still frozen solid to this day.

"The corpse looks very fresh, but considering the preservation effect of Bai Yifei's cold energy...it seems that there are many secrets in the Marquis Mansion."

After a few inspections, Han Fei said something emotional.

Wei Zhuang also said:

"The body died at least three hours ago, but Bai Yifei reported the attack less than an hour ago, and there was a gap of more than two hours."

"Two hours. Our Blood-clothed Marquis has quite a lot to hide." Han Fei sighed again and covered it with the white cloth again.

Then he counted the corpses present and found exactly nine.

"This corpse doesn't have any conspicuous or identifying features, and the other eight should be the same - well, even if they have clues, they probably won't show it to us."

"There are also no clues on the corpse. It seems that neither dead objects nor dead people can help you. You can only try to find living people." Wei Zhuang said with profound meaning.

"Alas..." Han Fei sighed after hearing this, "Yes, I can only ask a living person."

"It's a pity that living people are not as honest as dead people and dead things. I'm afraid it's hard to ask..."

(End of this chapter)