The rain was mixed with strong winds, and the horses were also frightened by lightning. The already potholed road became more and more difficult to walk.
Shen Cong simply ordered Lao Liu to go back home, and he stepped out of the rain curtain with an umbrella, and disappeared into Lao Liu's eyes with the sudden appearance of a golden halo.
Lao Liu watched calmly, and the royal horse returned to the mansion.
He is used to it.
Around Dingguohou's mansion, there stood a group of common people dressed in coir raincoats, who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.
While shivering as they watched the yamen servants continue to bring out the bloody corpses covered with white cloths, they straightened their necks, pointed and whispered inside.
When Shen Cong came to the Hou Mansion, he saw the young man in white standing in the storm.
The young man Zhidao is slender, with long hair tied in a jade crown. He wears a round forehead, and there is a half-round jade moon in the forehead.
?From a distance, although the boy's androgynous facial features are a bit green, they have enough capital to drive a woman crazy, even he almost thought that he was going to cut off his sleeves.
The young man was dressed in moon-white brocade clothes, and he was standing at the gate of the Hou Mansion. His cold eyes were calm and calm, which was particularly eye-catching.
When Shen Cong thought that someone had given him a fixation technique, the young man moved slowly, knelt down on his knees, bowed his head, and Yuebaimo's forehead was immediately stained with mud and became terribly dirty.
Four yamen servants carried out a corpse, and the white cloth became red and white under the washing of blood and rain, and finally melted into one.
This corpse died in a particularly miserable manner, as can be seen from the blood oozing from the white cloth.
Shen Cong's eyes were sharp, and when he saw the exposed hand, he knew the reason why the boy knelt down.
The clothing exposed by that hand is a battle armor, and the only two people in the Hou's mansion who can wear the battle armor are Marquis Dingguo and his son¡ª¡ªthis hand is extremely vicissitudes, full of cocoons, and it can be seen at a glance that it has been practiced for many years people.
So he is the Marquis of Dingguo, Gu Yuanjia.
This young man is the only son of Marquis Dingguo.
Gu Jiuling.
It turns out that the little general in the rumors looks like this.
Really handsome.
Suddenly, Shen Cong's eyes flickered.
Gu Jiuling seemed to have the aura of magic.
are two completely different spells.
Moreover, there is one which seems to be more inclined to black art.
After the yamen servants carried out Gu Yuanjia's body, a few empty people stepped forward to help Gu Jiuling, but were shocked by his cold and stern demeanor, and no one dared to come forward.
The expressionless appearance of the young master is really terrifying.
"Master, get up quickly, you won't be able to bear the burden of being an official if you kneel down." Seeing his subordinates cowardly, the head catcher was forced to bow to him, and he tried to persuade him.
Gu Jiuling didn't speak, just stared at the corpse not far away, kowtowed and bowed three times before getting up.
"Who will kill me all over the house?" The corners of his eyes were bloodshot, watching the arrester slowly open his lips, his voice was low and hoarse, and it was not hard to hear that he was tired.
"I don't know, the lower officials are still looking for it." The head catcher bowed his head.
They just moved out all the corpses, and on this rainy day, the clues had been washed away long ago.
?The catcher who was about to use this as an excuse to send the little ancestor away quickly, before he could open his mouth to speak, saw a little catcher rushing out in a panic, so excited that the straw hat on his body was crooked.
"Boss, I found something!"
Headhunter: "" He wanted to shut his mouth.
Shen Cong stepped forward, and after being recognized by the yamen servants, he led his fellow catcher into the room together.
Gu Jiuling also entered at the same time.
A group of detectives gathered around a messy corner.
There were blood splatters and heads scattered there.
Although the rain and mud washed away a lot, making them almost unable to distinguish their appearance, they could still see what a horrible massacre had been experienced here yesterday.
When seeing a scar somewhere on one of the heads, Gu Jiuling's body trembled violently.
That is¡¡
He stepped forward, squatting down and holding the head tightly in his arms.
Shen Cong saw that Gu Jiuling, who was holding the head in his arms, no longer had nothing in his eyes.
"Father¡ª"
At this moment, the sadness and anger in the boy's eyes were swallowed by the thunder amidst the storm.
That head is Ding Guohou.
Poor Gu's family, they ended up with no one to survive except for the little prince.
Who is so vicious,?Slaughter a loyal family.
Shen Cong narrowed his eyes, and a ray of anger burst out from the bottom of his heart.
"Report!" At this time, another policeman walked in quickly outside, bowed to the chief, and opened his lips loudly, "Boss, the murderer has been found!"
When the head catcher followed the catcher to search for a string of dripping blood, and came to a slum in the eastern outskirts of the city, a dilapidated thatched hut, he was still a little dazed.
This is the fastest time they have caught the murderer.
If it wasn't for the rain that made him really feel stuffy, he really thought he was dreaming.
"Your Excellency, it's inside." The former catcher stepped forward again, cupping his fists and bowing to the catcher.
"Catch!" The catcher came back to his senses, and ordered in a deep voice.
Looking at the most active arrester, Shen Cong frowned slightly.
Something is wrong.
A group of arresters rushed in with their knives in hand, and came out with a bloody beggar in a short time.
The complexions of these detectives were pale, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.
Shen Cong glanced in, his eyes suddenly changed.
Gu Jiuling also wanted to look inside, but Shen Cong stretched out his hand and covered his eyes.
"Gu baby, don't look." Shen Cong tightly covered his eyes.
He was a head taller than Gu Jiuling, so it was very easy to do this.
The little boy's eyelashes moved slightly.
He suddenly pushed Shen Cong away, turned his head and stared at the latter coldly.
Then he followed the headhunter, and left with the beggar who smiled stupidly and said nothing.
"Gu's doll has such a temper." Shen Cong laughed at Gu Jiuling's back.
After everyone had left, he stopped laughing, turned his head and walked into the thatched hut.
Shen Cong stared at the almost-gnawed head, his eyes slightly stained with frost.
Just now, he deliberately got close to Gu Jiuling, just to get a closer look at the spells and sorcery. But only a trace was detected, but without a deep investigation, Gu Jiuling left the scope of the investigation.
Pity.
Shen Cong squatted down and carefully looked at the bloody skull that was ground by his teeth.
The tiger teeth were so sharp that they directly pierced the skull, and two rows of uneven teeth marks left deep marks on the top of the skull¡ªthis skull has been gnawed off all the flesh and blood, leaving only part of the inside , and even the brain, have not been eaten up.
How does Shen Cong look at this tooth mark, how does it feel like it was left by those raptors.
After all, as a human race, he can't bite through a hard head.
Shen Cong suddenly remembered that there were still some strange things that he had overlooked just now.
For example, it is very reasonable for blood to scatter outside and not melt when it rains.
Another example, that policeman His eyes were dull, but his behavior was no different from that of ordinary people.
Some, like the walking dead being manipulated.
Shen Cong thought about it carefully, and suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums outside.
He left a signal for Jin Yiwei and hurried out.
Unexpectedly, after he left, the white tooth marks on the head shook slightly, and slowly changed its appearance.