"Yes, yes, that's what you said." Even if He Zhenfu had grown ten or eight heads, he would not dare to criticize the noble man like Han Changmu did. Not to mention that he had only grown one head, and he would not dare not answer Han Changmu's words. He just lowered his head to avoid Han Changmu's scrutinizing gaze and responded vaguely.
Han Changmu was not surprised at all by He Zhenfu's answer. He was used to seeing Xie Mengxia's scandalous things, even having his pants ripped off, so what if he peed his pants? He nodded calmly: "How is the damage to the inner guard?"
He Zhenfu breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned. After thinking for a while, he understood the intention of Han Changmu's question and whispered in disbelief: "Sir, it's really strange. The inner guard has suffered more than a dozen waves of assassinations, but there is no one left. One person died, but five inner guards were injured, but they were all flesh injuries and were not life-threatening." He paused for a moment, then suddenly realized: "My lord, I understand, this is not because of the strength of the inner guards. Strong, but the killers are too weak!"
Han Changmu showed an expression that was indeed the case, and snorted coldly: "Looking back on the situation at that time, are the dozen assassinations more like a show?"
Hearing this, He Zhenfu was struck by thunder and stood there dumbfounded. The something wrong that had been lingering in his heart suddenly became clear and he nodded heavily: "Yes, what the Lord said is true. I do feel that something is wrong, but I still couldn't figure it out. His words were like enlightenment, and I finally understood. Although these dozen waves of assassinations were fierce, the killers were all discouraged after just a few blows, and they were all killed and injured soon."
"Did you bring back the killer's body?" Han Changmu had an idea in his mind, his eyes flashed faintly, and he asked in a deep voice.
He Zhenfu nodded: "The bodies were all brought back. The men of humble rank secretly kept them in the cellar of the Internal Security Department. They did not alert anyone else. Don't worry, sir."
"Let's go and have a look." Han Changmu thought for a moment, then turned to look at Leng Linjiang: "Let's go together?"
Going for an autopsy in the middle of the night seemed like something sinister and weird, but Leng Linjiang was not afraid. He rolled up his sleeves excitedly and nodded eagerly: "Let's go, let's go. If you don't go, the sky will be over soon." Bright."
With that said, he actually walked out the door first.
Han Changmu laughed dumbly and followed closely.
He Zhenfu was stunned.
What's wrong with this? Staying up in the middle of the night and running to look at corpses!
Not afraid of cheating!
In the dark night, a layer of gray mist arose. The mist meandered through the lush forest, and the shadows collided with each other like strange figures floating.
Three or five people were walking in the dark on the mountain trails stained with night dew without burning lamps, making slow rustling sounds. Although the sound was extremely subtle, it added a sense of eeriness to the empty night.
The courtyard of the Internal Health Department was also pitch dark. It looked deserted. However, in the corners where others could not easily notice, there were many night guard guards hiding in the courtyard, keeping this small courtyard of the Internal Health Department impregnable. , water cannot be poured in and needle cannot be inserted.
Ever since Han Changmu took charge of the Internal Security Department, in just one year, he had quietly changed the people who were vacillating inside, and eliminated all the informants who had come in from outside. Under the combination of his kindness and power, not only everyone left in the Department of Internal Security is loyal to him, but at least they have one advantage, that is, they are strict enough in what he orders and what is forbidden.
It was only then that Han Changmu truly took the Internal Security Department into his own hands.
When he used it, he was not as restrained and hesitant as he had just taken over the Department of Internal Security.
"Sir, be careful of the slippery floor." He Zhenfu opened the cellar door and said cautiously. As he spoke, he held the lamp and bent down to get in.
A dim yellow lamp swayed at the entrance of the cellar, illuminating the moss-covered stone steps below, emitting a cold and faint green light.
Han Changmu and Leng Linjiang followed closely behind, and the remaining two internal guards stood guard at the entrance of the cellar, holding the handle of the knife tightly with their hands, eyes burning, and expressions tense, as if in a state of alert.
The cellar of the House of Internal Health is different from the nearby cellar where rice, grains and vegetables are stored. The cellar is deep and spacious, with huge and smooth blue bricks all around and on the ground. The deep cold air on the brick surface condenses into water droplets. , slowly flowing down.
Going down the steep stone steps into the cellar, what you see is a scene of tragedy. Dozens of corpses are neatly placed on the ground. Blood has flowed all over the ground and has begun to solidify. The bluestones have been dyed dark purple.
The bloody smell was so thick that it made one's breath suffocate.
This cellar has become a personal purgatory, which looks quite shocking.
Han Changmu walked over without changing his expression and stepped on the deep blood on the ground, making a few soft rustling sounds.
Leng Linjiang walked and looked at it, and it was horrifying. Suddenly, his footsteps stopped. He stared at one of the corpses and stretched out his hand tremblingly.
"Jiu Chao, Jiu Chao, hurry up, come and see!" He grabbed the hand of one of the corpses and called Han Changmu with a trembling voice.
Han Changmu hurried over.
I saw Leng Linjiang holding a pale and gray hand. His hand was fresh and rosy with delicate skin, which was in sharp contrast with that hand. It was exactly the color that a dead person should have, but those hands were dirty. Xi's nails were dotted with a touch of evil red, the red light was scorching and bright and dazzling.
Han Changmu's eyebrows jumped, and he and Leng Linjiang hurriedly separated to check the fingers of other corpses.
Sure enough, the nails of each corpse were as bright red as blood, and under the dim light, there was a faint fluorescent glow.
"Sir, there was no such thing at first!" He Zhenfu exclaimed as if he had seen a ghost.
Han Changmu narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and then ordered without any emotion: "Why are you panic? Check the calluses on their hands carefully."
He Zhenfu was frightened and hurriedly turned over the palms of the other corpses one by one.
After inspecting dozens of corpses one by one, he was stunned and muttered in despair: "No, no, how could it be like this? The calluses on these people's hands are not right."
The hands of all the corpses were very rough, with years of dirt and dust deposited between the fingers. Thick calluses on the palms and fingers were dark and yellow, and were distributed at the roots of the index, middle and ring fingers.
Han Changmu glanced at He Zhenfu lightly: "This is obviously not the hand that has been holding a knife and sword all year round."
Hearing this, Leng Linjiang glanced at his hands subconsciously. His left hand was relatively delicate, while a thin layer of calluses had been worn out on the tiger's mouth and palm of his right hand.
He reached out and took off the shoes of one of the corpses, and sighed in a harsh voice: "It's not just wrong, these people are not killers at all. Look at their hands, and then look at their feet. They are just people who have been working in the fields all year round. The farmer, I don’t know what kind of poison has been poisoned, but he is willing to die.”
Han Changmu shook his head: "It's not about planting poison, it's about pouring medicine."
"Fixing medicine?" He Zhenfu asked in surprise: "Sir, I don't understand this humble position."
Han Changmu's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. He seemed to have penetrated the dark cellar and the mountains, and saw some unforgettable old things. His voice also became lower: "Jiannan Road. There is a kind of mushroom growing in the deep mountains. It is bright in color, fragrant and delicious in taste, but the quantity is also very rare. After being prepared using a special method, it will have a hallucinogenic effect when taken by people, making people feel very sleepy in a short time. Excited and manic, with infinite strength, he keeps attacking others until he dies of exhaustion or is killed by the other party." As he spoke, he withdrew his gaze, picked up the hand of one of the corpses, and tapped his bright red nails. Said: "After taking this processed mushroom, the nails of a person will appear blood red after death."
Leng Linjiang was stunned and looked at each other with He Zhenfu.
"This, how could such an evil thing appear in Yuhua Mountain, and who knows the method of preparing it?" Leng Linjiang asked, tongue-tied.
Han Changmu choked on his words for a moment.
Who knows, who knows about that insidious preparation method, and who knows how to use it?
A familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared in his mind.
The face was half old and half young, with a sinister smile in its cloudy eyes.
Only such a person can do such a crazy thing!
"Jiu Chao, Jiu Chao," Leng Linjiang shouted several times. Seeing that Han Changmu was motionless, he pushed him again.
Han Changmu suddenly came to his senses: "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong with you?" Leng Linjiang looked surprised: "You didn't respond after I called you several times. You usually don't lose your mind."
Han Changmu said thoughtfully: "Nothing, I suddenly thought of something else. What did you just say?"
Leng Linjiang thought about it: "It suddenly occurred to me that the previous blood sacrifice case was as vicious as the death soldier concocted in front of me. Do you think it was done by the same group of people?"
"There is no doubt about it." Han Changmu said calmly: "Everything available can be shown, from the missing salary case to the several blood sacrifice cases in the capital, from the provincial examination fraud case to the secret replacement of His Highness the King of Han and Meng Suige, and finally tonight The sacrifices and assassinations were all facilitated by Xie Liangzhan and his group. Although Xie Liangzhan has been captured, his life is still in the hands of the saints. We can neither see nor interrogate him. We really have no way of knowing why he committed a series of murders. reason."
"Besides these, there is another hidden danger." Leng Linjiang said worriedly: "Although Xie Liangzhan has been captured, there are still no traces of the countless men he snagged. He has been planning for more than ten years, how could he just be captured without a fight? ? He must still have some tricks up his sleeve."
He Zhenfu shuddered when he thought of the insidious and vicious things that Xie Liangzhan had done. It would be terrible if such a thoughtful person had other secret tricks.
He shook his head: "Sir, we can't see Xie Liangzhan now, and we can't interrogate him. What should we do?"
