Chapter 17 Dead people can also speak?!

The crow is silent!

The two bodyguards who went out have been scared. The king of Zhennan shouted and directly woke up the two outside! The two guards turned their faces, and their foreheads were full of blood!

"Eh? Who is pretending to be a ghost outside?!" The king of Zhennan directly pulled out the sword in his hand, shining coldly!

But no one spoke around except for heavy gasps.

Su Jing frowned. Naturally, he reacted second only to the prince, took the sword in Xie Peishan's hand and strode out. Just as he was about to step out of the door, a black ball rolled down from the top of a tall house.

Su Jing reached out and grabbed it without hesitation, and then looked at it again. It was Boss Qianlai's bloody head!

"Ah!!"

The bloody women in the room screamed. Su Jing was also a thriller. He threw it directly and threw his bloody head into Wenchuan's arms, who was still spitting blood.

"Eh? It's actually Qianlai's head!" He Yihan's eyes flashed.

The little prince glanced at his father and fell directly on the chair. The king of Zhennan rushed out of the door and looked at the empty roof.

"Which thief dares to come to the southern palace of our town to do evil?"

Su Jing wiped the blood stains on his hand, then walked into the body of Wen Chuan, who had fainted, and picked up the bloody head in his arms with the sword in his hand.

"The eyes turned out and the mouth was opened. It should have been hit to death from the back, uh..." Su Jing judged and picked up the hair of the head with a sword. Sure enough, a piece of depression fell behind the head.

Xie Peishan has always regarded herself as a heroine, but at this moment she did not dare to open her closed eyes and cowardly walked to Su Jing's side. She pulled the corner of Su Jing's clothes with her little hand and said, "Well, Su Jing, look at it, don't depict that thing, okay?"

"From this point of view, it should be caused by an inadvertent sneak attack... The murderer's technique is clean and powerful. You can take Qianlai's life with a direct blow! It's not easy to be on the ground. Su Jing didn't seem to hear Xie Peishan's words and still kept talking to himself.

He Yihan finally summoned up the courage to stand beside Su Jing. According to the agreement during the day, he wanted to be Su Jing's assistant. Naturally, he should also assist from the side when reading the evidence.

"Huh? How can there be a hairpin in Chanley's hair? That's..." He Yihan pointed to the metal in the messy hair and said in surprise.

Su Jing was reminded by him, so he quickly leaned down, and then stretched out his hand to take out the metal directly regardless of the dirty blood. The metal object turned out to be... purple-gold lotus-shaped hairpin!

Shock!

He Yihan and Su Jingqi were shocked! Isn't this purple goldpin held tightly by Du Chudie's body? How can it appear on Chanley's head at this moment? Is it... the wronged soul?

Everyone was scared into a cold sweat and pale face. The banquet, which had been happily, broke up. Su Jing and some servists transferred this terrible head to Yizhuang. Yizhuang at midnight is also very scary.

Sun Shi observed the head like a work of art and told his judgment.

After listening to Sun Shi's judgment, Su Jing also nodded and said, "Our judgment is the same. I think the murderer of Du Chudie, the assassin Zhou Wen and Boss Qian Lai is the same person!"

"The same person... So Mr. Su, do you have any eyebrows? I heard that you said that it would be faster to solve the case in seven days, but one victim died every day. If you solve the case earlier, you can save more people!"

Sun Shi took the oil lamp, and his shadow swayed and swayed on the pale wall. There are many rotten corpses in Yizhuang. Placing white ash on the wall can play a certain role in killing poison, and the ground is also full of lime powder. The white curtain shakes with the night wind, which is extremely horrible. Well, I just want to set off the environment, and I can rest assured that my style will be biased towards suspense, funny and yy)

"Sunzi Su, do you believe that there are ghosts or evil spirits in this world?" Sun Shi suddenly turned his head and asked seriously.

Su Jing saw Sun Shi's strange expression and calmed down: "You should know better than me that there are no demons and monsters in this world! Ghosts exist in people's hearts! As long as we believe in the light, what are we afraid of?"

"Souzi understands it well! Unlike some people..." Sun Shi stopped talking in the middle of his words, but turned around and put a body in place. "You know that this corpse can talk, right? I've seen Mr. Su's autopsy twice. You are a master in this field!"

"Hehe, dare not, dare not. In terms of seniority, I am naturally not as deep as Brother Sun. As for the judgment of the body, the whole Jianye City is the most familiar with you. If there is no mistake, there will be another bloody case tomorrow, so I will trouble you again..." Su Jing placed Qian Lai's head and said.

"It's okay. This is my job. Didn't Mr. Su find the common point between the dead assassin Zhou Wen and Qian Lai's corpses?"

When Sun Shi said this, Su Jing was stunned, "What do they have in common... What do they have in common?"

"The smell of blood on their bodies may be covered up, but I am the most ** for the fragrance with the body all day long. Don't you think it's strange that both of them have a faint musk on their bodies? After saying that, Sun Shi opened the door of Yizhuang with a squeak, "Well, at this moment, Mr. Su'd better leave here with me. There will be miasma here in the middle of the night, which will endanger people's health and hurt their vitality after inhalation!"

"Brother Sun, you really know a lot..."

"That's, I've been doing it for ten years..."

When he returned to the office, it was already early in the morning. Su Jing lay on the teacher's chair for a long time without being sleepy.

"One more person died, how could the purple-gold lotus-shaped hairpin appear on Qianlai's head? Sun Shi said that the dead Zhou Wen and Qian Lai had a kind of musk... Are they those magical flowers and plants in Mingxuan? Three-color mud..."

"Boss... boss... It's late. It's time to go to bed. I have to find clues when I get up tomorrow. The stupid scholar used to stay up late only while reading, but he didn't stay up so late.

Su Jing looked at the stupid scholar and said, "Lin Yun, I'll give you a hundred taels of silver tomorrow!"

As soon as Lin Yun heard it, the sleepiness that had just surged like the tide turned into a surge. Do you take this seriously?

"Of course, when did I lie to you? But you have to help me with one thing."

Hearing the request, Lin Yun immediately witherled again, "Isn't it going to Yizhuang to find the body? I won't do this..."

"Not looking for corpses, but being a flower picker!" Su Jing said with a mysterious smile.

(I have made a book of "Revetion of Injustice", and it's all classical Chinese. If it hadn't been for me for some skill, in the face of those obscure sentences, we could only stare at them, hehe... And guess that the woman on the cover is the character who has appeared in the article? There is no reward for the right answer, but there is the author's affirmation!)