Daming King of Punishment

"Hu Butou, why are you here again?"

As soon as the servant at the door opened his mouth, Song Wuya and the others couldn't figure it out.

Bai Zhuo looked at Song Wuya strangely, "Brother Wuya, why do I feel something is wrong?"

Song Wuya nodded, raised his head and asked the servant: "Your Lord Hou died unexpectedly. You didn't expect the government to catch the real culprit as soon as possible. Instead, you saw that the people from the government hate you so much. Could it be that there is something shameful about it?"

"What are you, yelling at the gate of our Lord Hou's mansion?" The servant immediately became angry when he heard this, and immediately began to curse.

"Bastard!" Hu Butou shouted angrily when he heard this, and almost pulled out his saber. "Don't hurry up and kneel down to make amends! These two are imperial envoys of the imperial court, Mr. Song and Mr. Bai! You little servants dare to yell at Mr. Imperial Envoy so rudely. I think you want to join your family's Marquis I'm going to see Lord Yan!"

Hu Butou was not polite at all, the gatekeeper immediately knelt down on the ground trembling.

"The villain is blind and offended the imperial envoy, he deserves death!"

He was afraid that he was used to being arrogant in this Songjiang Mansion, and he was about to lose his courage when he thought that he would have such a day.

Song Wuya was too lazy to argue with such a person: "Okay, let's go and inform your Patriarch."

Seeing that Song Wuya didn't blame him, the servant ran into the mansion in a scrambling manner.

After waiting at the door for a while, I saw the famous servant bringing a beautiful young woman to the door.

"I have seen the two imperial envoys!" The young woman saluted the two respectfully.

Hu Butou at the side hurriedly said: "My lords, this is Mrs. Hou."

"Oh, ma'am, please express my condolences." Song Wuya nodded and said something polite.

Madam Hou nodded slightly, and led a few people into the courtyard.Going around the screen wall, you can immediately see monks sitting around the mourning hall in the courtyard, chanting sutras loudly.

Madam Hou knew that they came to investigate the case, so she was about to take them to the backyard.

Before reaching the mourning hall, Song Wuya stopped in his tracks.

"Even though we haven't met each other, it is still necessary to offer incense sticks."

When encountering such a thing, Song Wuya didn't take his own identity, and asked others to offer a stick of incense to this Marquis of Annan.

"Thank you, Imperial Envoy." Mrs. Hou saw Song Wuya and his party offering incense to Lord Hou, and thanked him very gratefully.

As Mrs. Hou came to the backyard, Song Wuya saw a large amount of blood on the window from a distance.

The large expanse of blood red on the window paper is shocking.Situ Wen and Xiaohuan, who were following them, changed their expressions when they saw this scene.

The bloodstains are really scary. From the outside, it can be seen everywhere. One can imagine what's going on in this room.

"The blood shouldn't be splashed, right?" Song Wuya wondered when he saw the situation from the outside.

Leaving aside how much blood this person had, it would be impossible for him to be splashed to this extent.What's more, the blood is everywhere, no matter how you look at it, someone did it on purpose.

Hu Butou frowned slightly, stepped forward quickly, tore off the seal on it, and pushed open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Butou Hu immediately retreated.

When he came to him, an unpleasant smell came over his face.

It has been a long time, and this house has not changed, and the place that was originally full of blood has been allowed to change slowly.

Before entering, looking up, the situation inside the house was exactly the same as that of the window, with bloodstains everywhere, showing the appearance of splashing.

"Wen'er, do you want to go in?" Song Wuya turned around and asked Situ Wen when he was about to go in.

Situ Wen shook her head resolutely: "We won't go in, just take a look in this yard."

That's right, there are bloodstains everywhere on the floor and walls of the house, and it's hard to find a place to stay.

The house is not small, with a bedroom on one side and a study on the other, and a hall in the middle.Counting these three rooms, they are more than ten feet long.The bloodstains were from the bedroom to the hall, a distance of six or seven feet, there was almost no gap, all bloodstains.

"This is really blood splattered!" Bai Zhuo looked at the blood on the ground and said with emotion.

Song Wuya walked into the room slowly, the unpleasant smell in the air made him pinch his nose and frowned.

Madam Hou guarded the door, but she didn't dare to come in.Only Song Wuya and his party came in with the yamen servant brought by Butou Hu.

As soon as they entered the house, Song Wuya turned his head to stop them: "You all wait outside the door, Hu Butou just follow us in."

Although they were not the first people to come to the scene, it is very likely that the scene has been destroyed.But at least now that they have come in, Song Wuya doesn't want to destroy this place anymore.

Hu Butou followed behind him, Song Wuya immediately asked: "Hu Butou, where was the dead man's body found?"

"It's right here." Hu Butou raised his hand and pointed directly to a corner in the southwest of the hall.

Seeing that there was also a large amount of blood in that corner, Song Wuya asked again: "What posture is it?"

"It should have been sitting on that place at the time." Hu Butou recalled for a while before answering this question.

Song Wuya nodded, and instead of asking further questions, he fixed his gaze on the ground.

There were many footprints on the ground, and many of them were on the bloodstains, which showed that they were left by the servants or other people who came to check the scene.

There are too many footprints, and nothing can be seen at all, but it can be seen that they have trampled on the shape of the original blood stains on the ground.

"I remember that the deceased came back drunk. He should have slept on the bed. But why did he die here?" Song Wuya checked that the ground was fine before heading towards the southwest corner of the hall where the deceased was. Walked up and asked another question at the same time.

The southwest corner is on the left hand side of the door, just over a foot away from the door, facing a window above the corpse's head.

As Song Wuya said, when the deceased returned home, he didn't even ask the servants to serve him. He just fell asleep on the bed, but he was found dead in this place in the end.This is a strange place in itself, if the deceased did not come here by himself, then he was carried here.

Besides, how did the bloodstains all over the room come from?To cause so many bloodstains, there must be a lot of blood.It is not known whether all the blood came from the dead.After Song Wuya checked carefully, he found something.

All the bloodstains in this room are definitely not the natural splashes from the wounds of the deceased, but someone did it deliberately to make it look like this.

And this person is probably unlikely to be the deceased himself, the most likely is the murderer, but why did the murderer do this?

"This...we haven't investigated it either." Hu Butou said helplessly, he couldn't explain to Song Wuya why the deceased appeared here.

Just after Hu Butou finished speaking, Bai Zhuo said from the side: "Brother Wu Ya, I don't think this is too important. I wonder if you noticed the blood here?"

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?Chapter [-] Exaggeration

"Yes, I noticed. The murderer deliberately made the blood stains like this." Song Wuya said immediately after hearing this.

He noticed this just now, but Bai Zhuo didn't expect to notice it too.

Who knew that just after he finished speaking, Bai Zhuo shook his head and said, "Brother Wuya, is that what I'm talking about? It's obvious at a glance, do I need to remind you? I mean, this blood stain is made of blood. to cover things up."