The first day of August is suitable for burial and sacrifice.
At 4 o'clock in the morning, just after dawn, Xiaocha took his No. 12 men to the Wang family in the Izumo Concession.
I saw that the front yard of the mansion had been decorated as a mourning hall. Every place was covered with white cloth, and even the servants were wearing plain clothes.
A middle-aged housekeeper came forward to receive Xiaocha and his party, and said arrogantly:
"Everything has been arranged here. There is no place for people. Here is the tea money my young master rewarded. You can do what you want."
The butler handed a large piece of money to the coffee table, casually handed it over, and turned around to go back.
Lao Zhong complained in a low voice: "What the hell! Grandpas don't want to come yet! They look down upon others!"
Little did they know that the Wang family's move was exactly what Xiaocha wanted.
She casually gave a few pieces of ocean to Lao Zhong and said solemnly:
"Even if they don't use the courtesies given to officials by the imperial court, we can't slack off, lest we lose the face of the Chief Inspector!"
Lao Zhong hurriedly flattered: "Luotou should keep an open mind and consider the overall situation! Don't worry, we can't embarrass you~"
Other subordinates also agreed.
Xiaocha waved his hand and said, "Go and take a look around!"
Everyone was ordered to disperse.
This was a blatant step. After turning around in a circle, Xiaocha had a clear understanding of the surrounding terrain.
He also took advantage of the early morning hours when no one was around to climb up a big tree and look at the entire mansion, keeping its layout firmly in mind.
At this moment, this well-educated policewoman has at least 800 methods of committing crimes!
"God is really helping me!"
The start was extremely smooth, Xiaocha returned to the main entrance of the mourning hall calmly.
A group of subordinates also came back one after another, chatting:
"The Wang family is so grand. I just heard from some servants that a soul boy was buried!"
"These days, whoever is a little capable doesn't bury some soul boys, treasures, and practice skills with him."
While Lao Zhong was chatting, his eyes were constantly observing his surroundings. At this moment, he suddenly reminded:
"Luotou, Qin Chuan is here!"
Qin Chuan was seen wearing solemn black clothes and driving a carriage covered with thick black cloth.
Seeing Xiao Cha, he sneered: "Captain Luo needs to stand up straight. Even the Governor will send someone to express his condolences later!"
After speaking, the high-spirited butler just came over personally and sent the carriage into the courtyard.
Lao Zhong said disdainfully: "What a shameful thing! There must be children buried with him in the carriage."
Xiaocha measured the wheel mark with her feet and thought to herself:
[It’s not just children who carry something weighing at least a thousand kilograms! 】
And Xiaocha felt sad for no reason and wanted to cry inexplicably?
【What's wrong with me……】
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At this moment, Qin Chuan drove a carriage to the back house of the Wang family.
The original study room was covered with thick white cloth, and there was a luxurious and large coffin inside. Wang Siqi was guarding beside the coffin.
Qin Chuan and the housekeeper together pulled six children whose hands and feet were bound and hooded from the carriage.
The two looked stiff and looked frightened, as if they were running away from something, and they left as if they were dragging a few children away.
And Wang Siqi stepped forward, saluted the carriage and said: "I am a junior, but I have met my seniors."
Suddenly, a strong figure jumped out of the carriage and landed firmly on the ground with a muffled "dong" sound.
It was wrapped in thick iron armor, with only a little bit of frightening gray skin exposed. Not only is his mouth full of fangs, but his hands also have two-inch long black nails!
This was clearly a monster. Wang Siqi's expression remained unchanged and he politely complimented:
"Senior's armored corpse is extremely powerful, junior admires it!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, the armored corpse's facial features were distorted, and he said "tea, tea" in his mouth.
This look was clearly out of control, and an imperceptible mockery flashed across Wang Siqi's eyes.
An elegant and easy-going voice came from the carriage:
"It's funny. This iron-clad corpse of mine was strong-willed when I was alive, but I still have a trace of residual thoughts. Ignore it and start doing business."
Along with the words, there was the sound of heavy objects rolling in the carriage, as if something was about to come out.
At this moment, Wang Shouzhen pushed open the coffin board, stood up from the coffin, and told his son hoarsely:
"Siqi, your name means 'seeing the wise and thinking of Qi'. Today is a rare opportunity. You must ask this talented student of the Hatoyama School for advice."
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In a blink of an eye, the time came to 8 o'clock in the morning.
At this moment, classic cars and rickshaws were parked near the Wang family residence, and people came to express their condolences in an endless stream.
Some people took the opportunity to socialize, and there were musicians playing sad music, making the scene a bit noisy.
Lu Li's arrival was not noticeable at all.
He was wearing a rare long gown and looked quite gentle, but he walked with an extra stagger.
Moreover, Lu Li even took a job worth 100 yuan, secretly expecting a huge reward.
Then, he came to Xiaocha naturally.
A group of patrolmen did not dare to disturb him and ran away quickly.
Xiaocha said: "This dress suits you very well... did you bring the gun?"
Lu Li nodded: "It's tied to a prosthetic limb. How can I move?"
Xiaocha said solemnly:
"Many important people came to express their condolences today. The uncles from the Wang family who were received in the mourning hall also had good cultivation. Are you afraid?"
Lu Li chuckled and said, "If you're not afraid, I'm not afraid."
"It's rare to have such a good opportunity, I'm not afraid!"
Xiaocha widened her beautiful eyes and said:
"Have you heard the sad music? It will be the suona's turn soon. Let's do it when this thing starts ringing!"
With professionals in charge, Lu Li felt at ease. All he had to do next was wait.
But at this moment something unexpected happened.
I saw the crowd in the venue suddenly rushing towards one place. Xiaocha stood on tiptoe to take a look, and his expression changed:
"The Governor really sent someone here, and it was Miss Jiang who came!"
I saw a young girl in brocade clothes and numerous followers coming to express condolences.
This woman's skin is like cream, and her appearance is very beautiful, but she is a little childish, only fifteen or sixteen years old.
But his eyes were as cold as ice, and his expression was as indifferent as overlooking ants!
Xiao Cha whispered: "This is the governor's daughter - Jiang Heyan! She is only 15 years old and has the martial arts cultivation of [blood exchange]. She can withstand our weapons with her body!"
Lu Li asked: "Which realm is blood exchange? Ignoring firearms?"
"I am refining my internal organs now, and then I will wash my marrow and exchange my blood. In this state, my bones are as fine as steel, and I am afraid of those big machine guns!"
After hearing Xiaocha's explanation, what Lu Li thought about was:
I need to get something more powerful to defend myself!
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At this time, as the governor's daughter's team came closer and closer, all the prominent people present gathered to please and chat with them.
Even several uncles from the Wang family in the mourning hall came out with smiles on their faces.
This girl became the center of attention and attracted everyone's attention!
At the same moment, the musician picked up the suona and prepared to play...
"A God-given opportunity!"
Xiaocha's body tensed up: "I really hated her at first, but unexpectedly I got an advantage... Let's go!"
