In front of the prison, Zi Donglai and Du Wenxing happened to meet Wei Yiqing who came to the prison to check.

Before, he was talking about the emperor with Du Wenxing. When he saw Wei Yiqing, Zi Donglai removed his habits and bowed to Wei Yiqing very respectfully.

"Mr. Wei, you are here too."

Wei Yiqing, with a gloomy face, had a strong smile on his face when he saw Zi Donglai, "Donglai, you are here too."

"Well, I want to try to find out the whereabouts of that person from these bandits. I suspect that the cape man is the Blood Bat Demon."

Then he saw Wei Yiqing shook his head and said, "You are one step late, and those bandits were silenced in the early morning."

"What!"

Zi Donglai and Du Wenxing exclaimed at the same time.

Zi Donglai quickly took two steps and headed to the prison.

Seeing this, Wei Yiqing smiled bitterly, patted his head and shoulders, and said, "I won't go and open the door."

The prison head then realized, and quickly took two steps and slapped the prison door.

A jailer's face poked out from the small window on the door.

Then a creaking sound was heard and the door opened.

"I'm in trouble, man." Zi Donglai said politely to the prison chief.

The prisoner also knew Zi Donglai. After Wei Yiqing took office, Zi Donglai deliberately met a group of officials in Taizhou as a disciple of Wei Yiqing.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have just come to the cell for interrogation.

The prison door was opened from the inside, and a musty smell came to my face.

The prison head led the way, Zi Donglai and Wei Yiqing were in front, and Du Wenxing followed the two and walked into the prison.

This seemed to be a corner forgotten and spitted by the world. It was separated by a wall, and it was bright outside the wall, and mold was rotten in the prison. Sometimes a slight wind blew in from the gaps of the wall, rubbing out the whine of "Woo... Woo...", blowing up the dust on the ground, floating in the air, filling the entire prison, mixed with the smell of sour, smell, erosion and decay.

"Mad, this ghost place is so cunning!"

Du Wenxing shrank his neck.

"I'm wronged, sir, I'm wronged!"

"I'm wronged too!"

"Let me out quickly..."

There was a scream from the prison.

Several prisoners following about a few people quickly knocked on the cell fence and scolded: "Shut up, shut up."

Wei Yiqing seemed to be unable to stand such an environment, so he speeded up and soon came to the prison where several bandits were imprisoned.

Because of the large number of people, more than a dozen bandits were captured, including one of the black-faced men who were detained alone, while more than a dozen other bandits were detained in another room.

At this moment, the bodies were lying all over the floor in the two rooms.

"Have the corpse been moved?" Zi Donglai asked.

"Sir, the little people have never touched these corpses. The little people understand the rules. Before the coroner has arrived, we will never move these corpses." The prison head replied quickly.

"Well, open the door!" Zi Donglai nodded.

"Open the door!" The prisoner looked at Wei Yiqing, and Wei Yiqing said lightly.

After opening the two prison doors, Zi Dong walked in. Du Wenxing hesitated for a moment and followed him in.

Wei Yiqing glanced at the young man and said nothing.

Zi Donglai first walked towards the corpse of the black-faced man. This man was lying on his back, his heart was pierced by a sharp blade, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Then he came to another cell and looked at other bodies.

Du Wenxing followed him silently, concentrating and silent.

Zi Donglai's face was calm, but he was very surprised. Although the wounds of these people were different, they were killed in one blow. Before his death, they didn't even have time to scream.

What a sharp technique!

Moreover, judging from the shape of the wound, it should be killed by the same sharp weapon, so the murderer is likely to be only one person.

In Zi Donglai's judgment, the murderer should have sneaked into the cell while everyone was asleep in the early morning, secretly opened the cell with the help of his subordinates, killed the person and left calmly.

"Can I touch the wound?" A clear voice interrupted Zi Donglai's contemplation.

"Aren't you afraid?" Zi Donglai asked in surprise.

"It's just a dead person, what's the terrible thing?" Du Wenxing was also surprised. During the years he wandered on the streets, he saw many dead people, those who were frozen to death, those who starved to death, those who drowned, and those who were beaten to death. Only after this person died will he be honest, and the terrible thing should be a living person!

"You go, don't destroy the wound."

Zi Dong looked around and saw no traces of footprints and handprints, and there were no strange places on the scene, so he said.

Wei Yiqing's eyes flashed and he looked at the boy again.

Donglai seems to have a different look at this!?

He was familiar with Zi Donglai and knew how proud this hero was. He would not even take him seriously.

He immediately became a little interested in Du Wenxing and looked at it carefully.

Yesterday, the other party was covered in dust when he reported the case, and his thoughts were all on the bandits. He didn't observe the boy carefully. Now he suddenly felt different when he saw it.

Although the boy was wearing very ordinary and patched coarse cloth clothes, he washed very cleanly; his black hair was unevenly cut, but it was also very clean, and he was neatly combed behind his head and tied together with a rope; there was no stain on his face and hands, and his nails were cut cleanly; he looked quite handsome, and his eyes were particularly agile.

Although Du Wenxing is a gangster, he is naturally clean. He fell asleep last night. When he woke up early in the morning, he couldn't help but get a stain and sweat odor on his body. He took a shower with cold water, combed his hair, changed into clean clothes, and fed a basin of water to soak the dirty clothes.

There is also a deep well in his house, and it is much more convenient to do these than before.

If this young man changed into clothes, some people would believe it if he was a noble family!

Wei Yiqing thought to himself that it was because of Du Wenxing's temperament.

Neither humble nor arrogant, even when facing yourself, there is no sense of panic or cowardice.

Being born with a big heart!

Du Wenxing didn't know that the prefectural magistrate was observing him.

He carefully walked around the pool of blood on the ground, came to the body of a black-clad bandit, and squatted down, touching the wound with his hands.

If you buy it, it is not the coldness of losing your body temperature after death, but the colder it becomes a little colder.

Moreover, the muscles at the wound are harder than those at other locations.

Of course, this difference is very subtle, and it would be difficult to detect if Du Wenxing had not been careful.

Du Wenxing touched several more bodies, and the situation was mostly similar. He stood up and looked at the prison.

The black-faced man and his accomplices were basically the same structure, both of which were about five or six steps long and wide. There was a thick wooden fence in front of him, three walls, and a window the size of a human head was opened above the wall behind him, and an iron fence was blocked.

This pattern basically eliminates the situation of stealing from the outside, and only the main entrance of the prison can enter the first way.

But what if the murderer had not entered the cell?
Chapter completed!