Chapter 7 The fourth round of bright red nails

The light of the knife flashed under the starlight, and the sharp arrow stretched out on the bowstring. Lu Suwen didn't know what happened, and because she didn't know, she was even more afraid. She wanted to wake Yang Zheng up, but she didn't want to wake him up. ——Why did he have to be sick at this time? The person outside the window did not rush in, but someone was already knocking on the door. Lu Suwen wanted to open the door again, but dared not. The knock on the door became louder and louder, and Yang Zheng was finally awakened. First he saw Lu Suwen's face full of panic and fear, and then he saw the light of the knife outside the window.

He didn't know what happened, he jumped up from the bed, and suddenly found that his legs were a little weak, his clothes were wet, and he couldn't even exert any strength. But he still went to open the door. There were two people standing outside the door, one was tall and mighty, with a big beard and thick eyebrows like two wind-throwing knives, he looked like a born powerful person. The other is short and thin, with piercing eyes, and looks not only extremely powerful, but also extremely shrewd. Yang Zheng recognized these people. How could the brothers in the Six Doors not recognize the "Eagle Claw" Zhao Zheng, the chief arrester in the provincial government, who is "smart, experienced and well-informed" and makes everyone in the underworld a headache?

"Boss Zhao." Yang Zheng asked him, "Why did you come to see me in the middle of the night? Did something happen again?" Before Zhao Zheng could speak, the big man with thick eyebrows and beard had already spoken first. "Unexpectedly, you haven't run away yet." He sneered, "You are really brave." "Why should I run?" Zhao Zheng suddenly sighed, and patted Yang Zheng on the shoulder: "Brother, something happened to you." He kept shaking his head and sighing, "I really can't imagine, you are always a good man, how could you do such a thing this time?"

"What did I do?" The thick-browed man sneered again: "You still want to pretend?" He waved his hand, and four people came in carrying a white wooden silver sheath. It was the dart silver that Yang Zheng had just snatched from Ni Ba's hand. Each sheath contained forty fifty-two darts. official treasure. Yang Zheng still didn't understand what was going on, the thick-browed man suddenly made another move, pulled out a gleaming golden purple gold saber, chopped it down, and the silver sheath was split open immediately. There was no silver ingot in the silver sheath, only broken copper and iron and stones.

The thick-browed man asked Yang Zheng sharply, "When did you drop the money? Where did you hide the money?" Yang Zheng was surprised and angry: "Nine hundred silver sheaths have been dropped? Do you think I did it?" Zhao Zheng sighed again: "Brother, who is it but you?" He said, "Silver will never suddenly become scrap iron." He added: "Of course Ni Ba is also suspected, but it's a pity that you have killed him and silenced him, and there is no evidence for him." ——Murder to silence, death without proof, this kind of words are so vicious.

"The people you brought to handle this case are all your good brothers, and everyone has a share, so of course you won't admit it." Zhao Zheng said, "Old Zheng and Xiao Huzi are the people you trust the most. They took the silver because you believed they would never betray you." Zhao Zheng said again: "One of these two people has a lovely wife and young son, and the other has an old mother in the church. Even if they want to betray you, they will not dare." Yang Zheng suddenly calmed down, and without saying anything, he turned around and told Lu Suwen:

"You go back first, and I'll come find you again." Lu Suwen's whole body had become icy and cold, he didn't say anything, he walked out with his head down, and after he walked out the door, he couldn't help but look back at Yang Zheng, his eyes were full of fear and worry. She knew that he would never do such a thing, but she also knew that it would be difficult to clean up such a thing even if she jumped into the Yellow River. She is worried about him.I only worry about him, not myself at all. Because she didn't know that her situation was more dangerous than his, and she didn't know that someone was already waiting to take her life.

A ruthless person who treats killing people like chopping melons and vegetables. Baldy has always been ruthless, fierce, cold and ruthless. He is Hua Si's subordinate, and now he has received orders from Hua Si Ye to kill Ru Yu in Yihong Courtyard before sunrise.Immediately after killing him, he fled away and was not allowed to show his face in the vicinity for five years. In addition to giving him this order, Fourth Master Hua also gave him 10,000 taels of silver notes, which was enough for him to live comfortably for five years. As far as he was concerned, it was a small matter. He assured Fourth Master Hua: "When the sun rises tomorrow, that bitch will definitely be lying in the coffin."

Yang Zheng's heart was throbbing. He understood Lu Suwen's deep concern for him, and he was reluctant to let her go, but she had to go. For he had found that the matter was by no means easy. —If you know what it feels like for a tiger to fall into a hunter's trap, you can understand how he feels right now. He asked the big man with thick eyebrows and beard: "Is your Excellency the chief escort of 'Central Plains', the BMW Golden Sword Wang Zhenfei?" "yes." "Have you confirmed that I did this case?" "yes." Yang Zheng was silent for a long time, then turned to Zhao Zheng and asked, "Even you don't believe me?"

Zhao Zheng sighed again. "One million eight hundred thousand taels of silver is not a small amount. People in our industry can't earn it even if they work for a thousand years. Money touches people's hearts, I know that very well." He said, "I know you always He is a very generous person, and he also knows that the girl just now is a very expensive red girl." Yang Zheng was listening to him, and when he heard this, he rushed over and punched him on the mouth. Zhao Zheng jumped back, Wang Zhenfei swung his knife, and someone rushed in from outside the door. In the chaos, he suddenly heard a person shouting in a very dignified voice:

"Stop all of you!" A fair and handsome man in a blue shirt in his thirties strode in and stared at them with a pair of piercing eyes: "No one is allowed to act rashly." No one moved. Because this person is the parent official of this place, the magistrate of the "Tiger List" who was born in the soil, and the Qipin Zhengtang Xiong Xiaoting who is called "Xiong Qingtian" by the common people. He is a capable official and an honest official.He came here overnight because he had a very special affection for this young man under him, and it was not only the affection that the chief had for his subordinates. "I believe that Yang Zheng will never do such a thing." Xiong Xiaoting said, "If Captain Zhao is afraid that he won't be able to explain to the higher-ups, the county can use the Seven Crystal Future to protect him." Zhao Zheng immediately bowed down and said, "Lord Xiong is serious." He was sent by the mansion, but he didn't dare to be rude to this honest, upright and tough seventh-rank magistrate. "It's just that this case still falls on Yang Zheng." Lord Xiong turned to Yang Zheng, "I'll give you ten days. If you still can't solve the case, even I can't excuse you." Ten days, only ten days. With no witnesses, no clues, and no clue, how could the case be solved within ten days? Before dawn, Yang Zheng was lying on the bed alone, feeling his limbs were weak, his lips were chapped, and his mind was muddled, as if someone had stuffed seventy or eighty catties of garbage into it. He hated himself, why should he be sick at this time. He must not let himself fall on the bed like this, he must struggle to get up. But his hot body suddenly became cold again, and he shivered non-stop. Dizzy and dazed, he seemed to see Lian Gu walking into his house, covering him with a quilt, wiping his face, fetching water from the well for him with his washbasin, as if she had gone for a long time and never came back. He also seemed to hear a scream, which seemed to be the voice of Aunt Lian. After that, he never saw her again. Its daybreak. Although the bald man didn't sleep all night, he was still full of energy, because there was one less person in this world, but he had an extra ten thousand taels of silver. The luggage has been prepared, the horse has been saddled, and I will fly away from now on, how carefree I am. He didn't expect Fourth Master Hua to come, he brought a little book boy with him, his chubby face was full of kindness, and he just asked him: "Are you leaving?" "Yes." The bald man smiled, "It's just a trivial matter that Fourth Master entrusted to me, it's even easier than eating cabbage." "Now Ruyu is lying in the coffin?" "She's not in the coffin," said Baldy. "She's in the well." "Oh?" "She wasn't in Yihong Courtyard the night before yesterday, but luckily I found her." The bald man was very proud, "The coachman who took her out the night before was a drunkard, I only bought him a few drinks, and he sent her there." That place told me, and of course I couldn't find it." Fourth Master Hua smiled: "You really have some skills." The bald man is even more proud. "When I was in a hurry, she just came out of the house to fetch water from the well. In the middle of the night, everyone would inevitably slip and fall into the well. So as soon as I stretched out my hand, the job was done without any effort." "You did a good job." Fourth Master Hua said, "Unfortunately, there is still one thing that is not very good." "Which point?" "You killed the wrong person." Fourth Master Hua said, "Ruyu returned to Yihong Courtyard last night, and even drank two glasses of wine with me." The bald man was stunned. Fourth Master Hua smiled again: "It doesn't really matter if you accidentally kill one or two people by mistake." Baldy laughed too. "Of course it doesn't matter. I'll go again today, and this time I promise that I will never make a mistake again." "Then I'm relieved." Fourth Master Hua smiled and told his little bookboy who was only fifteen or sixteen years old at most, "Little Yezi, please give me another thousand taels of silver to this elder brother." Xiao Ye Zi has delicate features and a pleasing expression, especially when she gives out a bank note as a gift, it is impossible not to like it. The bald man narrowed his eyes like Fourth Master Hua: "This little brother looks really good..." He didn't finish this sentence, because he only saw Xiao Ye Zi's hand holding the bank note. Little Leaf also has another hand with a knife in it. Although it is a very short knife, if it stabs into a person's vitals, it can still be fatal. Xiao Yezi easily sent the blade of the short knife into the bald man's waist. It was sent in completely, not even a single point was left. No one really cares about the death of a person like Baldy. Because he kills. Those who kill people will inevitably die by the sword of others. —Although sometimes it is a short knife in the hand of a child, and sometimes it is a murderous knife in the hand of an enemy, but in the most reasonable case, it is usually a steel knife in the hand of the executioner. Aunt Lian died, she died in the well. No one thought that she was killed by mistake. She has no enemies, and she will not be killed by others. Even her parents think that she jumped into the well because she couldn't think about it. Of course, Mr. Yu and his wife would not say such words in front of Yang Zheng. Yang Zheng was already sick and in trouble, the old couple didn't want to hurt him anymore. They even invited an old doctor to prescribe a prescription for Yang Zheng, but when they prepared the medicine and delivered it, Yang Zheng had disappeared, leaving only two ingots of silver and a note. "The money is left for Aunt Lian to deal with the funeral. Let me show my heart. I'm afraid I'll be traveling for the next two days, but I'll be back soon. Please don't worry." Holding the silver and a note in his hand, he looked at the desolate and deserted courtyard outside the window. An old poplar tree had begun to wither, and an old yellow dog was curled up in the corner. The old couple walked out slowly, sat down on two stone benches under the tree facing each other, and watched the poplar flowers fall. They did not shed tears. They have no more tears to shed. It had been bright for a long time, but old man Zhang was still lying on the bed and refused to get up. He knew that he should have gotten up long ago to prepare stewed vegetables and noodles, otherwise he might not be able to do business today. Why does he have to get up and do business?Every day is so long and hard, and life is so short, why can't he get more sleep? He got up anyway, because he suddenly thought of those poor friends who came here to eat noodles every day. Not only is it cheap here, but you can also pay on credit.If there is nothing to eat here, they are likely to starve. ——A person does not live only for himself.There are many people in this world who live for others.If you have already taken on a burden, don't let it go. Old man Zhang sighed inwardly, just as he took down the door panel of the store, he saw Yang Zheng rushing in, his bright eyes had become scattered and dull, and they were full of red threads, and his complexion also became terrifying. "You are sick." Old man Zhang lost his voice, "Why don't you lie down at home and rest?" "I can't rest," Yang Zheng said, "because there are some things I have to do." Old man Zhang certainly understood what he meant, and sighed, "Yes! Some people are born unable to stop." Yang Zheng went to get six large bowls and put them on the table. "You fill every bowl for me with soju, the strongest kind of burning knives." He said, "I must drink some wine to be strong." Old man Zhang looked at him in surprise: "You are so sick and still drink alcohol? Do you want to die?" Yang Zheng smiled wryly: "Don't worry, I can't die, because I can't die now." Old man Zhang couldn't help sighing again: "Yes, you can't die, and I can't die, even if we want to die." Six big bowls of hot burning knives, Yang Zheng drank it in one gulp, his body burned up immediately. The wind outside was very strong, he rushed towards the wind, tore open the skirt of his clothes, and strode forward.Beads of sweat rained down, and the cold wind blew on his sweaty chest, but he didn't care at all. The city has become lively, many people greeted him, and he nodded and smiled at them with his chest out. He first went to the county government office to kowtow three times to Mr. Xiong. "Now I'm going out to do some errands, and I'll definitely be back within ten days. Even if I die, I'll ask someone to bring my body back." He said, "Just please don't embarrass those who have bailed me out." Brothers." The young magistrate did not answer, but turned his head away, because he did not want his subordinates to see that he was about to burst into tears.After a long time, he said lightly: "You go!" After leaving the yamen, Yang Zheng took a pair of bead rings and a gold hairpin that his mother had left for him as a dowry gift for his future wife, and sent them to Hongfa's pawn shop to pawn fifteen taels of silver. This was brought to the Yang family by his mother as a dowry, he would not have used it even if he died of starvation, but now he has left all the surplus of his salary for many years to Aunt Lian. He used one tael of silver to buy two large jars of wine and a large square of pork, and sent them to the cell for his brothers who were imprisoned because of this incident. To Lao Zheng's wife and children and Xiao Huzi's widowed mother. He couldn't bear to see them, and he didn't dare to go.He was afraid that they would hug each other and cry when they met. Then he used his last five renminbi to buy forty hard dough cakes and some dried pickles and meat, wrapped them in green cloth and tied them behind his back, and the rest was enough for him to drink two catties of the cheapest soju. He didn't want to drink anymore, but he suddenly saw Zhao Zheng and Wang Zhenfei standing at the door of the "Yue Bin" inn opposite, greeting a noble young man in white clothes like snow. There was a very imposing carriage parked outside the inn, and the nobleman seemed to be about to get in the carriage and leave. He was also very polite to Zhao Zheng and Wang Zhenfei, but his pale and noble face showed impatience, obviously he didn't regard these two as friends. Yang Zheng suddenly asked for two catties of wine that he didn't want to drink at first, and drank it down in one gulp. Di Qinglin was indeed very impatient, and just wanted these two people to finish their conversation and leave quickly. But Zhao Zheng, who had just been introduced to Di Xiaohou by Wang Zhenfei, was still expressing his admiration to him, and insisted on keeping him for a meal. At this moment, a young man in disheveled clothes and smelling of alcohol rushed across the street and asked him: "Are you Di Qinglin?" Before he could speak, Zhao Zheng was already scolding loudly: "Yang Zheng, how dare you be so rude to Young Master Di?" Yang Zheng smiled: "I treat everyone like this, how do you want me to treat him? Kneel down and lick his feet?" Zhao Zheng was so angry that his face changed, but thinking of his position, it was inconvenient to attack. Wang Zhenfei didn't have these scruples, he sneered and said: "Head Yang, in your capacity, I'm afraid you're not worthy of talking to the young master, so please get lost!" "I won't roll." "If you don't know how to get out, you have to get out, I'll teach you." Yang Zheng laughed again, and suddenly slapped Wang Zhenfei across the face. Wang Zhenfei sneered, and grabbed Yang Zheng's wrist with a "small grabbing hand". He can deal with such a small policeman with his eyes closed.He was about to teach this rude boy a lesson, but at this moment, Yang Zheng's left fist hit his stomach hard. It was a hard punch. Wang Zhenfei was in so much pain that he almost bent down to vomit. Fortunately, his decades of skill were not in vain, and the reputation of BMW Golden Knife was not accidental. He actually held on. Yang Zheng also wanted to take this opportunity to break free from his hand, but he didn't.The strength in Wang Zhenfei's hand is really not weak. "Do you know that there are only two kinds of people in the world that you can't beat: one is people who are better than you in martial arts, and the other is people like me." He said, "If you beat an official, you will have to sue." Wang Zhenfei shouted angrily: "You are not worthy of taking me to a lawsuit." His strength has recovered, every move of the "Seventy-two Ways Small Grappler" is targeting the opponent's vital joints. Although Yang Zheng knew it, he didn't care. He can still work hard. Di Qinglin had been looking at them with a cold and indifferent attitude, and suddenly smiled and said: "I don't know how to roll, it must be very interesting to roll, Chief Security Officer Wang, you should teach me." Wang Zhenfei's expression changed again, and he looked at Di Qinglin in surprise: "Young Lord, have you forgotten that I am your friend?" Di Qinglin smiled lightly again. "You're not my friend." His voice was even. "Neither of you." He suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Yang Zheng's hand: "What do you need me for? Let's talk in the car." Yang Zheng's wrist had already been locked by Wang Zhenfei's powerful grasping method, but when Di Qinglin made a move, it seemed that there was no movement, Wang Zhenfei involuntarily let go, and staggered back three steps. He was startled, frightened, and a little baffled, and he couldn't help asking Zhao Zheng until the chariots and horses were gone: "How could he treat me like this?" "Of course he can, he can treat you no matter what, and he can treat me like this." Zhao Zheng said coldly, "Because not only his martial arts are much higher than ours, but he is also a hereditary first-class prince." "Can't we deal with him?" "Of course there is." "What method?" "Go bite him." The carriage and horses move forward comfortably and smoothly. Di Qinglin looked at Yang Zheng with a very gentle look: "I've heard of you, and I know you're a tough guy." Di Xiaohou said, "but I've never seen you shoot like that. In order to hit someone, you don't hesitate to let the other party grab your vitals first." .” "You've never seen that move?" "there has never been." "I haven't seen it before." Yang Zheng said, "It's also the first time I used that trick, because it was originally thought up by me on the spur of the moment, and I practiced this kind of kung fu." Di Xiaohou smiled: "This kind of kung fu is sometimes very useful." Yang Zheng suddenly asked him: "Who have you heard about me? Is it Sisi?" "is her." "Where is she?" "Let's go." Di Qinglin's voice was full of helpless regret, "If a woman wants to leave, it's like it's going to rain, and no one can stop her." "Do you know who she went with?" Yang Zheng asked again, "Do you know where she went?" Di Qinglin shook his head: "I didn't see that she would leave beforehand. A woman's mind is something that a man cannot fathom." He smiled faintly, "Just as a man's mind is also unpredictable to a woman." Yang Zheng was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "I'm leaving too, goodbye." He really left as soon as he said, and opened the car door and jumped out after saying this. The chariots and horses still galloped forward at a normal speed.Di Qinglin sat quietly in the carriage, and now there was a strange expression on his face, which was usually expressionless. At this moment, a person suddenly slid out from under the carriage like a fish, and slid into the window. He was wearing a gray cloth coat and holding a bright green bamboo stick. He suddenly broke into Di Xiaohou's carriage, but Di Qinglin didn't even look surprised, as if he knew he would come, he just asked: "Did Mr. Lan Da die under your sword?" "No." Ying Wuwu said, "I didn't fight him at all." "why?" "Because of that person just now." "Yang Zheng?" Di Qinglin frowned, "When you want to kill someone, can a small headhunter stop you?" "You misjudged the wrong person this time." Ying Wuwu said, "Yang Zheng is by no means the simple person you imagined." "Oh?" "Although his moves are not organized, he has a very good foundation of internal skills, and he is definitely not someone without background." Ying Wuwu sneered, "I have fought against him, and he can't hide it from me." He added: "Lan Yichen wanted to accept him as a disciple, but he refused outright. Can you imagine why he refused?" Di Qinglin was silent for a long time before answering: "Is it because his own martial arts are no worse than Mr. Lan Da's swordsmanship?" "yes." "Why does he never use his own martial arts?" "Because he doesn't want people to see his background." "What do you think his history is?" Ying Wuwu was silent for a long time before saying: "The first time I saw him, I thought he looked like a person." How can a blind man "see"?Even if he has eyes in his heart, he can't see people. This is a strange thing, but Di Qinglin didn't find it strange at all, and only asked Ying Wuwu: "Who is he like?" "Like Yang Hen, his personality, appearance and air are very similar." "Yang Hen?" Di Qinglin asked immediately, "Is it the thug Yang Hen who was so rampant and murderous in the past?" "yes." Di Qinglin's pupils suddenly shrank. "Do you think he might be a descendant of Yang Hen?" "Very likely." Ying Wuwu rolled his eyes, the whites of his eyes rolled up, and suddenly revealed his eyes, although they were a little smaller than ordinary people, but shining brightly. He is not blind. "Blind Eyes Excalibur" Ying Wuwu is not blind. This is his biggest secret. He has deceived the world, but he has not deceived Di Qinglin. Why did he let Di Qinglin know this secret? Could it be that there is a special relationship between him and Di Qinglin that is unknown? What is the relationship between a wandering swordsman and a noble young master? Di Qinglin's hand was clenched tightly, as if he had grasped his thin knife that could kill in an instant. Ying Wuwu stared at him for a long time before asking word by word: "Is that woman named Sisi dead? Did you kill her?" Di Qinglin refused to answer. Ying Wuwu sighed, rolled the whites of his eyes, the pair of radiant pupils suddenly disappeared, and became blind again. "If you kill that woman, you'd better kill Yang Zheng too." Ying Wuwu said, "As long as he is still alive, he will never let you go, and sooner or later he will find out your secret." He continued coldly, "You can never rely on someone else to do this for you." Di Qinglin remained silent for a long time, and suddenly told his newly hired driver loudly: "Let's go home." The driver is newly hired. Because the original driver, after Sisi disappeared, suddenly drowned in Daming Lake due to drunkenness. Lu Suwen's heart was in a mess. A thirty-year-old lonely woman, her heart would always be inexplicably disturbed at dusk. Just when her mind was at its most disturbed, Yang Zheng came suddenly, and the first thing she said was: "I'll show you something, can you tell who it belongs to?" Yang Zheng stretched out his tightly clenched hand, and what he was holding was a broken nail. Bright red nails.