First Cause Of All Realms

First Cause Of All Realms Chapter 9

2021-09-03

Chapter 9 Cool Officer
ka-cha!

Razer crossed the sky and rain fell.

A young hunter in a soap-horn suit walked out of the courtyard, opened an umbrella, and blocked the raindrops for a middle-age person like Iron Pagoda.

"Wang Tou, there are two deceased, the man's name is Wang Liu, who is a prankster on the street, and the woman's name is Wang Yunhua, who is his lover."

Young arrest Kuai is concise. Reported the case:

"The perpetrator must have a background in martial arts. The woman's neck was slashed diagonally, and the man's head was beheaded by a knife...

The murder weapon, it should be a short blade..."

Wang Fobao's face was grim and said nothing, and he walked quickly into the courtyard.

"Wang Tou, the murderer is very cautious. In addition, the rain is coming so fast that there are no traces in the hospital... The perpetrator should be an old hand with neat techniques and extreme murder."

Another arrest came forward to report: "The body of the deceased has been turned over, and the house is no longer soft, maybe it is for money?"

"No."

Lightly swept the courtyard , Wang Fobao pointed to the only footprint in the courtyard that had not been washed away by the rain, and said:

"The perpetrator should be the wooden door that broke open with force here. The foundation may be there, but the means are not very brilliant."

Several arresting officers also looked towards the footprints in the courtyard.

"The wound on the corpse seems to be caused by a short blade, but its shape is more like a standard yamen waist knife. It looks like a short blade, but it may also be..."

Wang Fobao remained silent, but there were ripples in his eyes.

"Looking for people and collecting the corpses, if you don't have relatives or friends, wrap them in a mat and throw them at Western Mountain."

Reaching out his hand to take out his subordinate's oil-paper umbrella, Wang Fobao didn't say much and turned around. I left here and walked into the wind and rain.

"Yes, I have to pay for another mat."

Seeing that Wang Fobao was far away, several of the hunters glanced at each other, all of them hurting a little.

Before they came, they had already checked it out.

These two people, one widowed, one widowed, rented another's yard, were looted again. Even if they had relatives and friends, they might not have collected their bodies.

That's all money...

...

Swing the knife!

Swing the knife!

Swing the knife!

In Cauldron of Gluttony, Yang Yu completely forgot himself, wielding a broken knife in an airtight manner, completely immersed in the practice of the knife.

I vented the fear and restlessness in my heart after the murder.

Ding~
I don't know how long it took, until the progress bar on the wall of the cauldron changed again, and he slowly stopped the knife.

Opening his eyes again and looking at the familiar roof, Yang Yu was a little startled.

After venting overnight, his heart has calmed down, but for a while, he is still a little uncomfortable.

This is not the fear after killing people, but the fear brought about by the overthrow of the world view that he only established twenty years ago in his previous life.

I am a law-abiding person...

"Wei He, is he really just an executioner? , Yang Yu was still a little stunned.

Recalling Wei He's casually to human life, he is still a little helpless.

dong dong dong ~
There was a knock on the door, neither light nor heavy.

From outside the door came a full-fledged voice: "sister-in-law, are you at home? It's me, Buddha treasure."

Buddha treasure?

Constable Wang!
Yang Yu's heart tightened, the tip of his spine was cold, and he couldn't help but have a fine layer of goosebumps on his body.

He works in the yamen, so he naturally knows Wang Fobao.

The Constable Wang is ruthless, very ruthless in catching prisoners, and very ruthless. He is a well-known cruel officer in Black Mountain City.

It is even bigger than the name of the county parent 'Sanchi Liu' who may not be promoted once a month.

"Didn't it mean that he was seriously injured on the way to Qing State while escorting the prisoner? Is this all right?"

The cruel officer came to the door just after killing someone, and Yang Yu couldn't bear it Stay a little flustered.

Grandma Yang has already opened the door, wiped her hands, and took the wine and meat handed over: "I'm here, what are you bringing?"

"It's cold, sister -in-law, remember to add some clothes."

Wang Fobao entered the courtyard with an umbrella, and while greeting Grandma Yang, he lifted his eyelids, and his cold and severe eyes had already hit Yang through the window. on Yu.

"What a sharp look..."

Yang Yu's heart trembled, his face remained calm, but the hairs on his back actually exploded.

"I remember, I remember."

Grandma Yang squeezed out a small face, and said that tomorrow she would take care of her old fogey and ask him to come.

“Old Brother Yang…”

Wang Fobao’s tone stopped, his face softened a little, and there was a look of shame in his eyes: “Old Brother Yang, he’s just missing…”

Looking at the Old Lady, who was much more haggard than before, Wang Fobao's tone was choked, and he couldn't speak any more.

The jailer did not have the responsibility of escorting the prisoners.

didn't expect  …

"Even if he disappears, being a tablet is still a thought after all, right? If he doesn't come back..."

The Old Lady looked sad, and greeted Wang Fobao in a strong spirit, and went to the kitchen to prepare meals.

“Constable Wang.”

Yang Yu suppressed his panic, stepped forward to pay respect, and thanked him for approving his leave these days.

"Well done major event."

Glancing at the empty and almost sold-out house, Wang Fobao's tone was cold and severe, blunt:
"Knife made That's right, but it's too immature."

"Huh?"

Yang Yu looked at a loss, as if he couldn't understand: "Constable Wang, but what major event happened in the city? ”

Murder, perhaps out of anger, or at Old Man Wei’s request.

But Yang Yu was not a stunner either. When he went there, he masked himself to avoid any possibility of being discovered, and quickly cleaned up after the murder.

I think that even if I have motives and no evidence, the yamen will not be able to hold myself.

"Two people died in the Western District. It just so happened that one was Wang Yunhua, who came to the door before, and the other, Wang Liu, who tried to block you at the city gate."

"It's even more coincidental. The thing is, both of them were killed by broken knives, and looking at the angle of the stab wounds, the perpetrator's height and size are similar to yours."

Wang Fobao stared deeply at Yang Yu: " Do you think it's a coincidence?"

"Ah? Was Wang Liu killed?"

Yang Yu was nervous, but a flash of anger flashed on his face: "Good death I don't know how many people were oppressed by Wang Liu who ran rampant in the streets, maybe he was killed by passing heroes to eliminate evil!"

There are many kinds of people.

Some people are incoherent when they are flustered, while others become more calm when they are nervous.

Yang Yu is the latter.

As he answered, he recalled what he had done last night, thinking that he had left no trace.

Then, kill me without admitting it!

“Wang Liu death cannot wipe out the crimes.”

Wang Fobao nodded, seems to agree.

Yang Yu was stunned for a moment, and saw this cold-faced and cruel officer pacing the room to the window, reaching out and holding the broken knife on the windowsill in his hand.

"You washed it very cleanly, but unfortunately the smell of blood is not so easy to wash off."

With his back to Yang Yu, Wang Fobao looked out the window, wind and rain, and seemed to have a feeling :
"Somebody like Wang Liu might be damned. But if everyone in the world were like you, what would it be like?"

Having said this, Wang Fobao flicked his wrist. The broken knife sank into the wind and rain with a 'hum', and plunged straight into the yellow mud without the handle.

"This is Old Brother Yang's pension, take your grandma and go to the inner city to find a place to live!"

Wang Fobao took out a cloth bag from his arms, 'pop' A slap on the windowsill.

Turn around, hold an umbrella, and go out.

Yang Yu stared blankly at the silhouette of the rain drifting away, but there was still a voice in his ears:
"You, do it yourself!"

(End of this chapter)