Wife is hell

Chapter 45 Murderer
Yun family.

Inside the lavishly furnished room.

The body of a young man dressed in expensive brocade robes lay quietly on the bed.

The male corpse was thin and pale with blood loss.

What is most shocking is that his eyes were gouged out, leaving only two black and red holes.

Blood smeared most of his face and also stained the pillow.

As Yu Zhengqing listened to his subordinates' report, he carefully examined the corpse, his face somber.

"According to the testimony of the Yun family servants, after returning from drinking at noon, Young Master Yun rested in this room. During this time, the door was locked from the inside, no one entered, and no strange noises or sounds of fighting were heard..."

The investigators pointed to a blood-stained silver spoon nearby and said,

"The preliminary autopsy determined that the time of death was around 5 PM. Young Master Yun's eyes were gouged out by this spoon. It's even possible that they were gouged out while he was still alive."

Everyone stared at the two blurry, sticky eyeballs in the spoon, a chill running down their spines.

This method of murder is truly cruel.

It is unknown what deep-seated hatred existed between the murderer and this young master of the Yun family.

"So, as Mu Jiang said, this really is a case of spiritual disaster?"

Zhang Huan, the head of the sixth hall, asked a question.

The officer in charge of the case nodded slightly: "It can be confirmed."

"Not necessarily?"

At this moment, Huang Kezi's shrill voice rang out, "We can't just assume this is a spiritual disaster because of the ramblings of a foolish yamen runner, can we? That's far too frivolous."

At this moment, he still seemed unwilling to believe that Jiang Mu had foreseen all of this.

Another hall master, who had never gotten along well with Huang Kezi, couldn't help but speak up:
"Then how does Master Huang explain that Mu Jiang was able to foresee that someone would die at 5 PM today, and even accurately state that the manner of death was that the eyes were gouged out?"

Huang Kezi had a cold smile on his lips:
"In recent years, not only in Yancheng, but also elsewhere, murder cases have occurred frequently. The serial killer who had a penchant for gouging out people's eyes last year has still not been apprehended by the county government."

That foolish boy spouted nonsense and happened to guess correctly; what's so surprising about that?

Hearing these mindless words, the man felt there was no point in saying anything more, so he simply kept quiet.

However, everyone understood the situation clearly.

Huang Kezi's outburst is nothing more than an attempt to shirk responsibility.

After all, Jiang Mu had already clearly warned him, but he ignored it. If the spiritual disaster case is indeed confirmed, he will have to bear some responsibility for the death of this young master Yun due to negligence.

Yu Zhengqing, expressionless, asked Zhang Huan:
"Master Zhang, Yan Feng was killed by a boulder in the abandoned garden of a neighbor's house six days ago. How is the investigation going? I remember that the Chief Inspector assigned this case to you, right?"

Zhang Huan shook his head:

"Multiple on-site investigations revealed no traces of human intervention, and the case could only be closed as an accidental rockfall. However, if Mu Jiang's words are true, then Yan Feng's death was the beginning of this series of spiritual disaster murders."

"If it is determined to be a spiritual disaster, then Mu Jiang is the most suspicious!"

Huang Kezi persisted, "Otherwise, how could he have so accurately described the pattern of how spirits kill people?"

Zhang Huan was also exasperated by this petty colleague and said irritably:

"When Yan Feng died, the magistrate was nearby. When Young Master Yang died, only Shi Baolu was present. Today, when Young Master Yun was murdered, Mu Jiang was at the county office. How could he be in two places at once to commit the murder?"

Huang Kezi snorted coldly and retorted:
"As we all know, most spiritual beings are not consciously aware of themselves, and there must be someone behind them who is bound to them."

Some spiritual entities, even without being carried on one's person, can use their inherent laws to kill silently. If Mu Jiang were to control such a spiritual entity, his location would be utterly irrelevant!

Zhang Huan was dumbfounded.

How much does this guy hate Mu Jiang? Why is he so determined to destroy him?
Even Yu Zhengqing couldn't stand it anymore and waved his hand, saying:
"Alright, as for how Mu Jiang knew the pattern of this spiritual disaster's killings, the head of the department will ask him."

"Master Huang, take your men and thoroughly search the area around the courtyard for any unusual signs. Master Zhang, go and bring Mu Jiang here for questioning. Yang Dali, re-isolate and interrogate all the servants and maids in the courtyard, and record their statements in detail..."

With Tang Jinxian currently absent, Yu Zhengqing naturally has to take on the responsibility of investigating the case.

Everyone accepted the order.

As Zhang Huan was about to leave, Yu Zhengqing called him back:
"By the way, draft a document and send it to the county government, asking Magistrate Yang to release the suspect named Shi Baolu."

Zhang Huan was taken aback and whispered:
"Chief Yu, shouldn't we take him back to the police station's prison for further interrogation? After all, he was at the crime scene. Besides, your wife's family might..."

"Let it go first."

Yu Zhengqing did not offer any further explanation.

Zhang Huan nodded and turned to leave.

However, not long after, Zhang Huan returned, looking somewhat embarrassed: "Master Yu, Mu Jiang... said he was unwell and unable to come."

The others around him had strange expressions.

Good heavens, having latched onto Manager Tang's coattails really gives them a lot of confidence; they don't even dare to give Deputy Manager Yu any face.

Yu Zhengqing's face showed no emotion, he simply said, "It's alright. Compile the findings into a file and send it to him tomorrow."

"Yes."

Zhang Huan nodded in agreement.

It seems that Manager Yu has recognized the young man's potential and is preparing to recruit him.

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Jiang Mu really didn't want to talk to Yu Zhengqing.

After encountering figures like Huang Kezi, he felt no liking for the behavior of certain people in the patrol office, and even the sight of them brought him bad luck.

I still have to find Manager Tang pleasing to the eye.

As for the scene of the young master Yun's death, he did not intend to waste any more effort using "Heavenly Secrets Tracing Shadows" to investigate.

No need.

Without a doubt, the murderer was the wife's severed hands.

The most urgent task is to find the next potential victim and stake out the area in advance.

This requires the assistance of the patrol and investigation department to conduct the investigation.

After Shi Baolu was brought out of prison, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and happily returned home.

To Jiang Mu's dismay, while they were anxiously waiting outside, Shi Baolu was surprisingly simple-minded. Apart from being a bit thinner, he was still full of energy.

Before leaving, he said goodbye to his fellow inmates, looking rather reluctant to part.

He kept shouting, "I'll be back!"

On the way, he even bragged to his older sister and Jiang Mu that everyone there was talented and that he loved the place.

Enraged, Shi Yuhua, who was usually gentle and kind, returned home and immediately began whipping herself with a willow branch.

Jiang Mu was exhausted and went back to his room to rest.

After changing into clean clothes and lying down on the bed, he took out the Donghuang Taichu Bell and found that the runes on the surface of the bell seemed to be a bit blurry and dimmer than before.

"It seems that using a high-level technique like 'Heavenly Secrets Tracing Shadows' has caused considerable damage to the bell, and it needs to be maintained frequently."

Recalling the horrific scene of forcibly using "Heavenly Secrets Tracing Shadows" today, I still can't help but feel lingering fear.

At the time, I really thought I wouldn't make it through.

In my hazy state of consciousness, I even had a bizarre dream.

What did I dream about again?

Oh right, I dreamt that I turned into a baby and was tasting delicious food.

Later, it seems they even opened a steamed bun shop...

Yeah, it's just really weird.

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It's quiet at night.

A secluded courtyard in the western corner of the city, with dilapidated houses.

On the dilapidated wooden table, the oil lamp flickered dimly.

The woman lay on the table, wolfing down the bran-coated cornbread mixed with wild vegetables in her bowl, as if she were a starving ghost reincarnated.

Swish!
Suddenly, a dart pierced through the window paper and stuck to the table.

The woman seemed unfazed.

She pulled out the dart, took the small roll of paper wrapped around it, and unfolded it by the dim oil lamp.

"Mujiang..."

After reading the reminder on the note, the woman frowned.

After a moment of silence, she held the note close to the oil lamp.

The flames licked the scroll, spreading rapidly and casting the fierce light in her eyes on and off.

The paper curled up in the flames and turned to ashes.

She stared as the last spark died out, spitting out cold words through clenched teeth:

"Anyone who dares to stop me... I'll kill them!"

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(End of this chapter)