"I won’t tell the Lord," Xiang said. "Be careful not to break the rules."
"But sweet …"
He breathed heavily and his voice was horribly low.
"Huh?"
"I never thought that one day," he said, "I would need to kill you."
Chapter one hundred and fifty The real ghost ()
No one expected Xiang to die.
Zong Jin didn’t expect him to guess that even if things were always watertight, He Lianheng didn’t expect this unexpected thing. From when He Lianheng looked at him, Zong Jin could feel that men were thinking the same thing-if someone was responsible for the death, it was them except the murderer.
They already knew who the ghost was when they were in Zongban, and they had several opportunities to take people directly. It’s He Lianheng who needs evidence and justifies arresting people, but he can’t arrest people at will by their inference. They don’t want to startle them, but also want to design a ghost to argue. It’s best to take all the people in the army who are too secret.
And this brings fruit that smells delicious.
No matter what you think, Xiang died because of them.
Besides, this idea is still Zongjin’s idea.
-If he plans to be higher and higher, it is best to catch the ghost in Yizhou once; Then there wouldn’t be this scene.
The teenager knelt in front of the fragrant corpse with hoarse voice but refused to accept it. As a matter of fact, he always shouted the word fragrant.
Self-reproach and pressure can’t be suppressed in Zongjin’s chest.
The man took the lead to look away from him, stopped looking at him and calmly walked to the place where the body was located. He had arranged for good people to pour into the atrium one after another, and immediately surrounded the place. The North Hall column looked up and swept the elite soldiers who rushed in, and then their eyes rested on Lian Hengshen. "Lord …" "Did you see the assassin?" He Lianheng’s tone is unusually cold, which makes people feel that he is taking a chill all around.
North hall column frowned and lowered his eyes. "I saw a shadow and saw Xiang’s accident and didn’t come to recover …"
"Really?" He Lianheng said, "Someone will carry the incense back to her room and ask the three stewards to arrange the affairs."
Immediately someone to seven hands and feet to carry incense body Jingzhao just cried and cried like a child who is not sensible, and opened those hands like a madman "Don’t touch her! You don’t touch her! ! Sister Xiang, wake up … "
Everyone knows that he is heartbroken, but He Lianheng’s words are absolute. Now that they have arranged for the body to be carried away, they must do it. Just as those elite soldiers were in a dilemma, Zong Jin suddenly stepped aside and walked to Jingzhao’s side, grabbing him and rushing people at random.
Heard his voice JingZhao zheng blankly looked up at him "elder brother …"
"She’s dead," Zong Jin said coldly. "Let people carry her to take care of her affairs."
The boy’s face was covered with tears, and his black eyes were covered with moisture, so he looked at him. "How could she die … I still have a lot to say …"
-there are many words didn’t say to her.
Zong Jin is clear enough.
Since ordered him to be a little afraid to look at JingZhao can’t face with a sob "… I know forget it"
"… forget it?" Jingzhao just asked him.
While he was shaking his mind, the North Hall column quickly handed over the body to the soldier Xiang, and his body was still lifted with his eyes open, but his slender fingers touched the ground. Jingzhao reacted and hurriedly reached out to catch it. It’s a pity that he was a little slow and hooked his finger on the bloody skirt.
He Lianheng seems to feel sorry for her. "Let her have a good rest."
After this sentence, all the people present remained silent, so they watched the incense being carried out of the atrium. The courtyard was still filled with thick blood. The night wind gently blew away the smell, but he slowly got up. His hands, body and boots were stained with blood everywhere. It was also after he couldn’t see the incense figure completely that he said, "Blame me me if I come earlier …"
Zong Jin silently lifted Jing Zhao from the ground and said, "If you want to keep her, go and keep her; Have something to say along with regret "
Wen Yan Jing Zhao should come even, and should not follow those people directly.
He, He Lianheng, and Bei Tanglie left a triangle with blood around Xiang.
Beitanglie added, "The assassin should still be in the city. Since Jiangyi is on patrol, he shouldn’t let people go … I’ll stay and guard tonight." "Will you come to the atrium?" He Lianheng turned a deaf ear to his words and asked, "You should rest in the west courtyard."
"I’m …" North Hall column said, "I saw Xiang coming out of the kitchen and wanted to ask her if she hadn’t had a midnight snack … but this happened when she came over … alas"
"But you still have a knife," Zong Jin said suddenly. "Do you still have a knife for midnight snack?"
"… it’s just a habit." Bei Tanglie looked at him with a wry smile. "Xiao Zongjin, you’re not doubting me, are you?"
"No" Zong Jin said, "I don’t doubt you"
He had just finished this sentence, and there was another movement outside the atrium gallery. About 20 elite soldiers filled the atrium with people who wanted to come in again. They had to move out of the gap and it was time to paint smoke in the woodshed-Jiang Yi looked behind her as if she had tied her hands and pushed her all the way.
Paint smoke also don’t know what’s going on inside, but she saw so many people and a lot of blood suddenly turned white.
Jiang Yi is also puzzled, but I still report first "… I found that she escaped on the way back, and I brought it back." He said, winking at himself behind him and then saying, "Take people back."
He Lianheng glanced at it and obviously didn’t put the paint in his heart "tell you to do things?"
"People have brought it"
Jiang Yi just came in, followed by a bunch of people with wrists and necks tied by hemp ropes. Most of them were wearing Hector Liangujun. One man knelt at the end of the team in coarse clothes, and everyone noticed this "outsider" because it was too dark.
North hall column corners of the mouth become warped consciously to the side back half a step "Lord this is meaning"
"Jiang Yi told him who these people are."
"Yes" Jiang Yi then said with some ugly face, "These are all close friends of Beitang people."
"…" The North Hall looked at Jiang Yi and Zong Jin. "… Are you really doubting me?"
"There is no doubt" Zong Jindao "I am confirming that you are the ghost around Helianheng"
Hearing this, Jiang Yi suddenly saw that his face was surprised-he was ordered to arrest people who had problems with their identity or had made careless moves. It was also in the process of arresting that he discovered that these people were just right, but he never thought that Beitang Column would be a ghost.
Reason told him that he Lianheng wouldn’t shoot; So Zong Jin’s words seem reasonable.
"… what doubt me?" Bei Tang column asked while looking at He Lianheng "So the Lord is pretending to be drunk tonight or playing for me."
He Lianheng didn’t even look at him-including Jiang Yi, who was all first-class. Without him, no one can escape from this hospital. He watched the blood slowly take a few steps, and his eyes fell on those pieces of medicine pot. Just send this thing to his room. I’m afraid it’s hangover soup here.
"I don’t want to doubt you if there is real evidence." He Lianheng said, "It’s not a game. It’s just a test."
"But if I am a ghost, I will kill Xiang?" Beitang column argued that "Xiang is not an adviser. Wouldn’t it be too unreasonable for me to ask for Xiang’s life if I was instructed by others?"
"Yeah, I’m surprised, too," Zong Jin answered him. "I’m sure you won’t involve the koo."
"She must hold an important position and you have a reason to kill her." He Lianheng said, "For example, she broke your rape identity."
"…" North hall column didn’t reply and looked at He Lianheng with complex expression.
Zong Jin suddenly took a step closer to him and quickly drew out the tip of his sword, which was not far from the sheath. Zong Jin drew out the blade and showed it in front of everyone. Beitang column has not turned back. Like him, he is not afraid of what Zongjin wants to check.
"The blood in this blood trough is not dry yet." Zong Jin said sideways, giving up some light. Although there is no pattern on the blade of Beitang column, many patterns and blood troughs have been carved at the handle. Now the blood trough is shining with torch light, which is obviously just eaten blood.
Ranging from Bei Tang column reply Zongjin went to dint to insert the knife back and said, "The first time I suspected that you met you in Qi Zhou City and went out, remember?" It rained that day, and you bought beef jerky at the meat breast shop outside. "
"… remember"