On the night when Zhang Zhao and Wei Qian were killed, Wei Jun in Jizhou was in charge.
Wei Qian's father, Wei Xi, was flipping through the local household registration roll when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. When he opened the door, he saw a panting young man.
"Who are you? Why are you knocking on the door late at night?" Wei Xi asked with some dissatisfaction.
The young man looked sad and knelt down with a plop, "Master, I am Mr. Wei's retainer. Mr.... Mr. He..."
Wei Xi's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly helped the young man up and asked, "Qian'er, what's wrong with Qian'er?"
"Young Master...Young Master, he was killed..."
Wei Xi's expression froze and he felt a little dizzy. The young man quickly supported him. "My lord, my condolences."
"Tell me... who harmed Qian'er..." Wei Xi gritted his teeth and asked.
"Yes, he is the attendant of Young Master Cao Chong. His name is Song Xin. He was the one who killed Young Master Cao Chong."
At this time, an old woman's voice came from the next room, "Qian'er, what's wrong with Qian'er!?"
Then a woman of about sixty years old was supported by a maid and pushed out the door. The young man saw her and hurriedly saluted.
Mrs. Wei saw Wei Xi slumped on the ground, his face pale, and asked hurriedly: "I heard you talking about Qian'er just now, what happened to him?"
The young man gritted his teeth and looked at Wei Xi while holding back tears.
Wei Xi stared at his bloodshot eyes, rubbing his teeth and said, "Qian'er was killed."
"Qian'er was killed..." Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wei rolled her eyes and fell to the ground. Wei Qian was shocked and quickly got up and went to press his mother's hand.
It took a while for the old lady to wake up. Wei Xi felt his heart twisting when he saw his mother like this. He did not have such a son until he was middle-aged. He had doted on him since childhood, but he also developed Wei Qian's arrogant character. Even when teaching Wei Qian a lesson, he would be reprimanded by the old lady if he said something harsh.
The young man said: "Sir, Song Xin has been captured by Master Zhang Zhao, and the school office has detained him."
Wei Tie gasped and turned pale, as if he didn't hear what the young man said. After a moment, he turned his head and said, "What did you say?"
The young man had no choice but to say again, "The murderer has been caught."
"Caught, caught, okay, okay, haha, hahaha!" The young man saw that Wei Xi seemed to be crazy and almost lost control of his emotions, "Sir, I don't know how to arrange the next step."
At this time, Mrs. Wei woke up, knocked on the floor and cried: "My only grandson! You unfilial son, why did you let him go to Xudu!"
"Mother, this..." Wei Xi was very helpless, "I'm going to Xudu right now, and I must let the Prime Minister kill Song Xin!"
Mrs. Wei scolded: "What's the point of going? Can you make Qian'er come back to life!?"
"Mother, this..."
"You are all bullying me, a poor old woman!" Mrs. Wei started crying again.
Wei Xi gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, mother, I will definitely cut Song Xin into pieces with a thousand knives!"
Mrs. Wei shouted angrily: "I want his whole family to be buried with my grandson!" After saying that, she looked at the young man and said, "Go and prepare gifts and letters for me. I will gather all the families in Jizhou to put pressure on Xu Du and must kill him." It’s Song Xin!”
Wei Xi stood up suddenly and ordered: "Go and prepare the carriage and horses, I want to go back to Xudu!"
...
In the early morning, when the slaves woke up and went to wake Zhang Zhao up, they all screamed at the same time.
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The sound attracted people, and when they rushed into the room and took a look, they couldn't help but vomited.
Zhang Zhao's body was torn into several pieces and scattered in various corners of the room. His head was placed on the desk next to the newly written draft of the official document, which was soaked in blood.
"Sir Zhang...Sir has been killed!" Following the panic shouting, the news of Zhang Zhao's murder swept through Piyong like a plague. Almost at the same time, Song Xin's jade slip was illuminated, and Zhang Moyang's voice came, "Piyong Cheng has been killed."
"Who did it?" Song Xin was slightly startled, but she didn't expect Zhang Zhao to be dead.
"I checked secretly, and it seems that it was not done by humans, but rather like a wild beast broke into the house and tore him apart."
"Beast?" Song Xin frowned slightly. How could there be a wild beast in Piyong? "Did you notice anything last night?"
Zhang Moyang said: "No, we release our spiritual consciousness from time to time, and we didn't find anyone suspicious."
Song Xin smiled and said, "Pi Yongcheng is actually dead. This is quite a mess."
"Don't you think someone might have silenced you?"
"Silent?" Song Xin was quite surprised and didn't know what Zhang Moyang meant.
"When you first went to find Wei Qian, Zhang Zhao received the news immediately. Wasn't there someone secretly watching you?"
Song Xin had actually thought of this a long time ago, but there was no trace of Wen Xian. Not even Liu Mi, Zheng Yue, and Zhou Wenzhi made any move.
Song Xin waited like this for another two days, and the chaos in Piyong gradually calmed down. At this time, Deputy Prime Minister Piyong realized that the matter between Song Xin and Wei Qian had not been resolved, so he quickly took the document written by Zhang Zhao before his death and copied it casually. Sent to Xudu once. .
One day later, the iron lock on the prison door fell. Two school officials came in and read out the school office's order, and Song Xin was escorted into a prison car. At this time, Wei Qian's body began to stink due to the hot summer, so he was loaded into a truck and sent back to Xudu.
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Xudu, the autopsy room of Dianxiao Department.
When the two school officials saw Zhao Da approaching, they bowed respectfully and opened the door. As soon as Zhao Da entered, he felt a biting coolness, which calmed his depressed mood due to the heat a little. This door isolated the heat of summer outside, and also isolated the world of yin and yang.
Huge blocks of ice were stacked along the walls of the autopsy room, next to rows of rectangular cabinets. There were several stone platforms neatly placed inside. On one stone platform was a blood-stained white cloth, and underneath was Zhang Zhao, who had long since lost his human form.
Two men in school official uniforms stood next to another stone platform. On this stone platform, a piece of white cloth covered Wei Qian's body.
Zhao Da took out a silk handkerchief and covered his nose, sighed secretly, and asked, "What was the result?"
"Sir, the two of us have completed the inspection..." A widower stepped forward and lifted the white cloth covering Wei Qian's body. A green corpse suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Da. The wound on the corpse's neck had turned black, and sporadic insect repellents were going in and out of the wound.
Zhao Da couldn't help but frown. He had seen many corpses, but this time it gave him a headache. The irritability that had just been suppressed by the coldness in the room rose again.
"Song Xin, why are you so restless!"
After complaining in his mind, he asked: "Did he die from a sword wound?"
Another prisoner said: "Both of us can't figure out how this could have caused such a wound. If it had been inserted from the back of the neck and penetrated the throat, it might have caused such a wound, but there was no injury on the back of Mr. Wei's head." At..."
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Zhao Da nodded, "Turn it over and let me see."
Wu Zuo hurriedly stepped forward and turned Wei Qian's body onto its side. At this time, Wei Qian's body was as stiff as a wooden sculpture.
Zhao Da looked for a while and found no wounds.
"Could it be that the sword pierced the throat and then pulled it out, bringing out the flesh?" Zhao Da asked next, and he also raised his hand to make a piercing motion.
Wu Zuo took Song Xin's sword, "This was the sword held by Mr. Song at that time. The two of us checked it. There is blood on the sword, but there is no blood on the tip."
"Huh?" Zhao Da frowned and took the sword to check. Sure enough, he found a trace of dried blood on the blade, but the tip was clean. "Are you saying that this is not the sword that stabbed Wei Qian to death?"
Wu Zuo replied: "The villain feels that this wound is not even caused by iron, but..." When he said this, he turned to look at his companion next to him. Zhao Da asked impatiently: "What happened to the wound?"
"The wound seemed to have been bitten open from the inside."
"Bite open inside?" Zhao Da was startled and walked to the body. Wu Zuo quickly pointed to the wound, "Master Zhao, please see, Mr. Wei's death was indeed caused by the wound in the throat. But if the wound was stabbed from the outside , the skin and flesh were rolled inward, but the wound of Mr. Wei was turned out, as if it was stabbed from the inside. The skin of the incision looked smooth, very much like a sword wound, but after careful inspection, we found that the wound had small The jagged teeth, and the blackening, seemed to be caused by poison. So the two of us concluded that it was a bite wound from the inside."
Zhao Da took a deep breath, "Do you know what it was?"
Wu Zuo shook his head, expressing his ignorance.
Zhao Da was very puzzled as to what killed Wei Qian, but it happened to be the time when Song Xin went to seek revenge on him. However, many years of working as a school administrator allowed him to smell a hint of conspiracy.
"Give me the document. If anyone asks again, don't reveal even a word."
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Zhao Da returned to the room with the paperwork and thought until late at night. He stretched and prepared to get up to go on night patrol.
At this time, the door of the room seemed to have been pushed and there was a snapping sound. But there was a latch on the door, so it couldn't be pushed open. Zhao Da frowned slightly. All his men knew that when he was writing official documents in his room, no one dared to open the door to disturb him.
But at this time, the door was pushed again, but it still failed to open. This time, Zhao Da's habit of attending school office for many years made him instantly alert, and he shouted in a low voice: "Who is it?"
He grabbed the sword at hand with one hand.
After waiting for a while, no one answered outside, but Zhao Da had a strong feeling that there was someone at the door.
At this time, his nose twitched slightly, and a faint stench came from the door.
"Huh? Corpse odor!?" His scalp went numb. How could there be corpse stench here!
"Come here!" Zhao Da shouted, but no one responded.
Zhao Da narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly pulled out his sword, and walked towards the door step by step.
"Bang!" There was an explosion, and the door latch was broken by a huge force. A black figure roared and rushed in. The strong wind instantly blew out the lights in the house, and the house was dark for a while. Zhao Da had quick eyes and quick hands. When he saw the black shadow coming towards him, he kicked him in the face and knocked him down in the air.
"Who dared to come to the school office to assassinate me!" Zhao Da thought he was an assassin.
The black shadow rolled on the ground and rushed towards Zhao Da again like a cat.
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