When Yang Lin hurried to the door of Chen's house with Xiao Mushroom in a carriage, there was already a circle of people surrounding the place.
Before entering, you can smell the smell of blood in the air through the high courtyard wall.
The smell is offensive and nauseating.
Next to the stone lion outside the door, there were two young men in police uniforms, bending over and retching.
Yang Lin's eyebrows trembled, and his heart became colder.
Thinking of what she saw at home yesterday, Chen Lanxin even came to visit her. Isn't this gone?
He strode through the door and no one came to stop him. He walked through the outer courtyard and came to the hall, where he saw corpses thrown down one after another.
Father Yang Shoucheng had already arrived, standing in front of an old man's body lying on his side on the steps, his eyes widened, his teeth clenched, and his fists clenched.
"Brother Chen, I'm late."
He growled hoarsely.
"Who is it? Who is so vicious? There are thirty-eight members of the Chen family, including the old, weak, women and children..."
Not far away, next to the corridor pillar, the fourth sister Yang Ying was half-kneeling on the ground, covering her mouth tightly, and softly sobbing could be heard.
In front of her was Chen Lanxin.
Miss Chen fell to the ground, her arms stretched out, pointing diagonally at her neck, a dagger stabbed into her neck, and blood flowed all over the floor.
Her head was twisted at a strange angle and her eyes were wide open, as if she wanted to see something clearly and remember something.
'Is it because you can't see any hope of living, or is it because of something else... stabbing yourself to death with a knife? '
Yang Lin took a long breath, raised his head and closed his eyes, unable to bear to look anymore.
He actually didn't know much about the other corpses lying around. Even Mr. Chen, he had only met him once and never said a few words.
After all, it hasn’t been too long since I came to this world, and my previous experiences are only in my memory.
However, I have met Miss Chen Lanxin many times. Although the conversation is not in harmony, and most of the time they break up on bad terms, she is still an acquaintance and nominally his fiancée.
Especially, yesterday evening, he saw Miss Chen alive and saw her smiling like a flower.
Yang Lin also wondered if the other party would think of ways to invite someone to come to break off the engagement if he went to Japan to study, and whether he would also say a few words "Don't bully young people into poverty" to express dissatisfaction.
But I didn't expect that things are unpredictable.
Before she even had time to show off and slap her in the face, the girl was already gone.
This evil old society.
Yang Lin felt as if his heart was blocked.
Uncle Da's face was heavy, he carefully inspected some of the dead, frowned and walked over, whispering: "It was the same person who did it. The murderer used a cinnabar palm, which has reached the level of supernatural power and is very strong and ferocious. "
"Brother Tie should have been the first to discover the murderer's whereabouts. He had a stick in his hand. Logically speaking, he should be able to protect everyone, but he didn't make two moves."
"The other party broke his thirty-eight kilograms of water-milled steel rod with one palm, unleashing his strength. At the same time, he also collapsed his sternum..."
[Bah...]
Wu Zhongda tore open the clothes on the chest of a middle-aged corpse that was described as powerful and five steps away from the entrance of the main hall.
You can see a wound on the other person's chest.
It was a five-petal plum blossom-shaped mark as big as a chicken heart.
The mark is dark red and black, very conspicuous.
"There are no experts in the realm of divine power, experts who are good at cinnabar palms, in Hangzhou. It seems that a powerful dragon has crossed the river."
Yang Shoucheng's eyebrows were twitching wildly, and his expression was uncertain. He seemed to have remembered something. He turned around and asked, "Master Wang, have you ever heard of such a number one person?"
Mr. Wang's name is Wang Zhenwei, and he is the detective of the Hangzhou Patrol Room. He is responsible for arresting theft and arresting murderers on a daily basis. A massacre of a family has occurred in his jurisdiction, and he cannot escape his involvement.
After getting the news, he rushed over immediately and arrived earlier than everyone else from the Yang family was waiting.
At this time, there was no such thing as on-site protection. Wang Zhenwei looked around to check the cause of the murderer's death with a tigerish face.
It can be seen that his mood is also very heavy.
He supported his slightly tilted big-brimmed hat and muttered: "Cinnabar palm is also called plum blossom hand, and the wound on the palm is like plum blossom... Twenty-eight of the wounds of the Chen family had plum blossom blood marks, and they were all killed by one person. Hand, this person is cruel and ruthless..."
"I have heard of such a person before. One of the four double-flower red sticks of the Qing Gang, Bu Shen with bloody hands, has a cinnabar palm that has been used for twenty years, and is extremely powerful."
"What's strange is that the Qing Gang's territory is mainly concentrated in Shanghai, so why would they come to Hangzhou to kill people and wipe out families? There's no need..."
He spoke hesitantly, obviously scratching his head about Bu Chen.
I don't want to have anything to do with the Qing Gang.
Nowadays, the Qing gang is powerful, claiming to have 30,000 disciples, all of whom are capable of charging and fighting.
Moreover, he also has relationships with the upper class in various places, and his business is spread all over the south of the Yangtze River.
In particular, businesses such as tobacco, brothels, and gambling houses are blooming everywhere.
No one knows who around them is a spy of the Qing Gang. Once they are targeted, they may be sacked every time they leave the house.
The key is that without evidence, even Wang Zhenwei would not dare to cause trouble for the other party.
"It should be him. The Qing Gang is acting unscrupulously. The reason why they came to the Chen family is probably for a reason we don't know."
Wu Zhongda said sternly: "Brother Tie has a Wulang Bagua stick in his hand. He is the best at defense and has a heavy attack force. Ordinary masters will never let him be beaten to death without being able to even fight back."
You must know that Tie Hedong is one of the Four Heroes of Hangzhou. In terms of skill and ability, he is as famous as Wu Zhongda and is not much weaker.
Now, he was beaten to death on the spot with his stick broken and unable to escape.
Wu Zhongda is inevitably a bit sad?
"Well, for some reason, too many things have happened in Hangzhou City recently. Is it because of Tai Sui?"
Wang Zhenwei sighed. He was actually having a hard time not being able to solve the case and catch the murderer.
Last time, he had been reprimanded by the town governor because of an assassination case in the western suburbs outside the city.
This time, I still don’t know how to pass the test.
"Chen Jiageng is a heirloom student. As the most conscientious Confucian businessman in Hangzhou, although his family fortune is not small, he has never had any grudges with people in the world..."
Mr. Yang's face twitched a few times. Thinking of a possibility, he quietly clenched his fists tighter.
In the end, these people still did not discuss the outcome.
Although there are not many people who have achieved success in practicing Cinnabar Palm, there are still some such people in the world, and they are distributed in the north and south of the country.
Just because the Qing Gang has such a master, we can't pin the name of the murderer on "Bloody Hand" Bu Chen.
Of course, according to Yang Lin's estimation, Wang Zhenwei may have thought that he could not afford to offend the other party and did not dare to come to him.
In fact, he didn't even issue a wanted document.
They just said that they would work harder to solve the case, but they didn't give a date.
There was no choice but to send someone to help the Chen family handle the funeral arrangements.
Because it was a murder, it wasn't easy to make a fuss about it, so it was buried in a hurry and that was it.
By the time we got home, the sun was setting in the west.
Yang Lin didn't even think about eating, and his mood became even heavier.
He discovered that this era was more cruel than he imagined...
Being a rice bug is actually very unsafe.
Because the legal system here is not sound.
The rich are in a privileged position, while the poor have nothing to eat.
The people are numb...
In particular, he found that if he encountered a situation like the Chen family's, he wouldn't even have the ability to protect himself.
Something really happened...
He had no other option but to wait for his neck to be cut.
Yang Lin stood at the door of the small courtyard in the west wing of his house, staring intently at the nurses and maidservants coming and going in the house, and felt a chill all over his body.
Those guards actually had short guns hidden in their waists, he knew.
But that didn't work either.
The martial arts masters of this era are much more powerful than imagined.
He remembered that when he saw the fallen bodies of the thirty-eight members of the Chen family, eight of them had short guns in their hands.
There were still traces of gunfire at the murder scene, and there were holes in the walls, trees, and ground.
What does this mean?
It means that the murderer was so arrogant when he committed the murder that he even ignored the aim of the pistol and fired.
This point puzzled Yang Lin.
It's not that times have changed. Martial arts has been replaced by foreign guns, has it been useless for a long time?
But.
What happened to what I saw today?
I remember reading an unofficial story in my previous life, which was about the death of Cheng Tinghua, the master of Bagua, under the gunfire of the Eight-Power Allied Forces.
After carefully recalling this story again, Yang Lin suddenly came to his senses.
That situation is different.
At that time, the old master killed many coalition soldiers. He was blocked by foreign soldiers at the entrance of the alley and fired with guns. However, he did not know enough about firearms.
Seeing that the situation was not right, when he jumped to leave, his braid got entangled in the roof tiles. He paused and was shot, and then...
This is a specific terrain. It is difficult to dodge against a rifle siege, so he was killed by a hot weapon.
So, if you have the initiative and cover...
Real masters move as fast as lightning, their nerve reactions are several times faster than ordinary people, and their movements are much more flexible.
While moving and dodging, even if the average person has a gun, it is difficult to aim, and the speed of shooting is not even comparable to that of someone walking and firing a palm.
The result is obvious.
I really encountered a powerful master who came to attack me.
The Yang family is actually not much safer than the Chen family.
Especially me, who is weak and can't run fast, even if I want to, I can't escape.
If you want to be safe, if you want to avoid being squeezed to death like a chicken, the only way is neither to practice guns nor to study literature.
But to practice martial arts.
If you can flutter a few more times, you will have more vitality.
A huge sense of crisis came to my mind.
Yang Lin looked back at the little maid who was following him quietly and looking at him worriedly, with a smile on his face: "Little mushroom, you are right."
'...'
What did I say?
The little mushroom looked confused.
She didn't say a word just now, she just looked at the young master in a daze, thinking that it was probably because his fiancée died miserably that he was temporarily confused.
I heard that some people are likely to have mental problems because they are too stimulated.
And the young master has this sign.
She was thinking about whether to report to the master and his wife.
Find a few people to comfort the young master.
Then, she saw her young master walking towards the front yard in three steps and two steps at a time.
"Uncle Da, can you teach me Iron Thread Boxing?"
Yang Lin found Wu Zhongda and asked suddenly.
