Lao Jiang's face showed no emotion or anger. He put his hands behind his back and walked around the body and said: "There are no wounds on the neck, and there are no signs of struggle on the hands and feet. He is a master!"
"Everyone... was killed with one knife before they could react."
When he said this, Lao Jiang frowned.
I let out a sigh, looked at the clean necks of several corpses, and couldn't help but asked doubtfully: "Master, shouldn't killing with one knife mean cutting the throat? That's what I read in the book."
"But their stab wounds..."
While talking, I looked at Lao Jiang.
Lao Jiang shook his head, the light in his eyes getting darker and darker: "You will know the answer if you take off the shirts of these six corpses."
I didn’t know why, but I did as Lao Jiang said.
I untied the blue gown of the nearest corpse, and then untied the others', and then I found that each of them had a very thin wound on the left side of their chest. It was really a knife wound!
Strangely, when I measured the size of the wound with my fingers, I discovered an astonishing fact.
That is, the size of the murder weapon is exactly the same as the black knife worn by Lao Jiang.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glance at Lao Jiang's waist...
Lao Jiang seemed to have expected it. He stared at the wounds of the corpse with his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
When I told Lao Jiang what I had discovered, he was not curious and continued to let me check!
I checked the corpse again, and then I made an even weirder discovery, that is, the murderer's knife was clearly inserted through the chest of the corpse, but there was hardly a drop of excess blood flowing out of the chest area.
A lot of blood flowed out from behind the corpse, which also caused the backs of the six blue coats to look as if they had been soaked in blood, and were extremely bright red.
But I don't know why, with such a large amount of bleeding, they didn't emit the slightest bit of bloody smell, but instead had a weird smell of disinfectant.
I couldn't believe it, so I went to check another one, but I found that the characteristics of the six corpses were almost exactly the same.
I was startled at first, and then glared at Lao Jiang: "Have you discovered it a long time ago?"
Old Jiang nodded.
I said, "But what kind of killing technique is this? How could it be..."
Lao Jiang interrupted me and explained: "If the murderer chooses to slit his throat with a knife, the deceased will twitch reflexively for more than ten seconds before dying. Although these few in front of me are not masters, their physiques are not bad. In these ten seconds Zhong and the others had time to fight back, but most of them died before they could even draw their swords.”
"Therefore, I am sure that the murderer's knife definitely penetrated the deceased's left chest and ribs. In this case, they would stop breathing within a second."
"There is another advantage of doing this, that is: killing without blood! The blood will only gush out from the back of the deceased and will not splash on the murderer."
Lao Jiang spoke one sentence at a time, his voice was neither high nor low, and every word fell into my ears accurately. Although he seemed calm on the surface, I still realized something and couldn't help but ask: "Master, how do you know this? It sounds like you know this weird sword technique very well."
Lao Jiang did not pick me up, but raised his head, revealing his chin full of stubble.
He looked into the distance and sighed.
Then, he lit another Hardman cigarette for himself. He didn't know whether he was talking to me or to himself: "Of course I know, because this is your fifth uncle's best killing method. Do you know why? Isn’t there a strong smell of blood on the corpse? Because he sprinkled crabapple powder, which is a kind of medicinal powder that can remove the smell of blood. It has been his habit since the beginning of time to sprinkle this kind of medicinal powder after killing people. "
"By the way, he has mysophobia."
There was a remembrance of Lao Wu in this voice, but there was more of an indescribable sourness.
Looking at Lao Jiang's appearance, we immediately understood the fact that the group of mountain guards in front of us were killed by Lao Wu alone!
No wonder we didn't smell the bloody smell on these people. It turned out that the corpses were sprinkled with a layer of medicinal powder to cover up the bloody smell.
But I still have a question. There are six people. Even if Lao Wu is the best among the black sword unicorns, he can kill one with one sword. After he kills the first one, the remaining few people can at least pull out the sword. ?
But why does everyone always have a knife hanging on their waist?
Why do they accept death so resignedly and confusedly?
If the mountain guards were all such trash, they would not have succeeded in maintaining the tranquility of Wawu Mountain for thousands of years!
I kept staring at Lao Jiang. Lao Jiang finally retracted his unspeakable melancholy. He suddenly stood up and walked towards the corpse in front of him.
"Master, have you discovered anything?"
Lao Jiang seemed to have seen through everything a long time ago, but when I saw him holding the chin of the first corpse, he told me that the truth was here.
This face happened to belong to that young boy. I couldn't bear to look at it, but I still suppressed the discomfort in my heart.
Seeing that I was confused, Lao Jiang reminded me, "I'll let you see his expression."
"Expression?" I blurted out subconsciously: "Isn't it just that you won't die in peace?"
Lao Jiang shook his head and guided him as patiently as possible: "Aren't you curious? Why did he die with his eyes open? Just imagine, if you were a warrior of the tribe and were fighting your enemy, you would be extremely angry at that time, right? Knowing that you were defeated. , I have to fight him to the death."
Then Lao Jiang pointed to the remaining corpses with his finger: "But look, there is no anger at all on the faces of all the corpses. They are more filled with doubts, shock, and disbelief."
I've noticed this before, but I didn't think about it at all.
Lao Jiang continued to guide: "Then what makes them unbelievable? This is the key to their death!"
Lao Jiang's last words almost sealed the whole matter, but it also made me difficult.
Yin Ling'er, on the other hand, was completely confused by the conversation between me and Lao Jiang. She looked at me for a while, then at Lao Jiang, and then came close to several corpses. Then she was frightened and hurried away. He stepped back and muttered: "How can you show off a few corpses? Why can't I understand anything? I'd better play with bugs."
Ge Weihan didn't care to speak. He was frantically writing down something in his notebook.
I thought before that he was interested in scientific exploration, and the murder case was also an important material for him to record?
I knew there was nothing to gain from counting on them, so I wanted Lao Jiang to speak more clearly. However, at this moment, out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly caught sight of the clothes of the corpse.
Blue clothes, wide sleeves and wide trouser legs. Suddenly, sparks flew in my mind, and Ah Shui's figure suddenly flashed before my eyes.
Aren’t the clothes these people are wearing similar to that poor guy Ah Shui we met in Sanxing Village before?
