Chapter 195: The Dean's Table and the Prince's Armor

Niu Miao is dead.

The fifth student of the Martial Arts Academy who died within two days, less than half an hour after Fang Jie and his family left the residence of the Grand Martial Arts Office, the people from the Grand Martial Arts Office took Niu Miao's body away. The Grand Martial Arts School collapsed on the ground and burst into tears, and fainted several times. No matter what, he never expected that sending his daughter to the Martial Arts Academy would be a path of no return.

The Niu Mansion is gloomy.

Not to mention the identities of the other three students, we only talk about Yuan Chengshi and Niu Miao, one is the son of Yuan Chongwu, the governor of Hebei Province, and the other is the beloved daughter of Niu Huilun, the Grand Secretary of Wenyuan Pavilion. These two people died in a bad life, which was enough to make the lake in Chang'an City stir up trouble.

The person who came to the Grand Secretary's Office to take Niu Miao's body was Meng Wudi, the deputy commander of the Grand Neiwei Guard Department, who was an acquaintance of Fang Jie. During those days in the secret prison, Meng Wudi was a regular visitor to Fang Jie's stone chamber. Although Fang Jie could see his dislike for him in the other party's eyes, he had no hostility. He knew that because of his own affairs, Meng Wudi was no longer as good as before in the Grand Neiwei Guard Department, of course, the most tragic thing was that he lost an arm.

Meng Wudi took routine work and took Fang Jie and Ma Lilian Qiu Yu and the other two back to the Great Inspector's Office.

Here, Fang Jie saw four other corpses.

There were also Mo Wanshi with red eyes, like an irritable wild wolf. Fang Jie did not think Mo Wanshi was a qualified professor, but he could see that this incident really made him angry and sad.

"No matter how you look at it, their death seems to be unrelated to the Banyueshan incident."

Hou Wenji squatted beside Niu Miao's body and uncovered the white cloth wrapped around her body. A beautiful woman's body was revealed. Although it was already cold and hard, it was still beautiful. However, such beauty brought people more heartache. Such a woman should have a very beautiful tomorrow, and it is unquestionable to marry into the Duke's Mansion. She has no worries in her life.

There were no obvious wounds on Niu Miao's body, only two not too deep fingerprints on her neck. Her expression was still at the moment before her death, and there was no big shock. But this did not mean that the person who killed her was a familiar person, and it also mean that the person who took action was extremely fast. When Niu Miao had not reacted at all, she had already crushed her throat. Before she could even be surprised, she was taken away with her fresh and beautiful life.

"This murderer has a strong finger force, and his internal strength is hidden but not released. If he uses internal strength, perhaps the surface of the corpse cannot even be seen. This may be just to disturb our sight."

Hou Wenji stood up, walked to another corpse and looked carefully: "The technique is different. It is a sneak attack from behind. A palm shattered the heart veins, and the internal force squirted out and poured in from the back, directly crushing the person's heart into a pool of rotten meat."

The third person had no wounds or any marks on his body. Hou Wenji squatted beside him and looked for a while, then couldn't help but sigh softly: "The person who started the attack was very clear about how to kill him. Such a secret technique seemed to be only found in suspense cases. If two martial arts practitioners fought, there would never be such a way of death. With internal strength, it was poured into the deceased's left ear, and directly crushed his brain. So on the surface, nothing could be seen, but..."

Hou Wenji stood up and said, "The murderer is a novice in killing people. Although he knows a lot of ways to kill people, his movements are very awkward, and he is obviously not a veteran."

He pointed to a small bloodstain in the ear of the third corpse and said, "And this person has a very bad control over the power of cultivation. If he uses it well, he will never bleed. A person who is familiar with many killing methods, but is a novice who kills people... and he also has no control over his cultivation. This person is very strange."

"Isn't it the old monk's move?"

Mo Wanwu, who was standing aside, asked incite.

"Won't"

"Even if Zhihui escaped in a panic, he still holds his own identity. He will not do such a thing. If he wants to kill and provoke, he will not deliberately hide his cultivation and identity."

If it is not wisdom, who else can it be?

"This is the first person to be killed."

Hou Wenji walked to the corpse of Yuan Chengshi, lifted the white cloth covered with the body and said, "Because it is the first person to be killed, there are many clues in this corpse. What I just said can basically be seen on this corpse. If nothing unexpected happens, Yuan Chengshi is the first person the murderer killed in his life. His technique is rough and he is like a layman."

"From these corpses, the murderer's cultivation is very high, but he is completely unable to use it flexibly, especially Master Yuan Cheng's corpse can be more reflected... Master Yuan Cheng has a fifth-grade cultivation level. Of course, this is just a record he left in the Martial Arts Academy. It is estimated that his true cultivation level is higher. But even so, he is too different from the murderer. He can kill himself with one blow, but he has so many wounds on Master Yuan Cheng's body, and there is no need to leave any wounds in many places."

"At that time, Yuan Chengshi was walking with a brothel woman in the Crescent Building. According to common sense, this was when a man was the least wary and the easiest to kill him. Moreover, the murderer's strength was far superior to that of Yuan Chengshi... In this case, there was a fight. His first blow only broke Yuan Chengshi's three ribs, which was evidence of poor control of his cultivation. The injured Yuan Chengshi could still jump up and resist, and grabbed a thin blanket and wrapped it around him... It can only be said that the murderer was a powerful idiot."

"I even doubt that when killing Yuan Chengshi, the murderer was even more afraid than Yuan Chengshi!"

Hou Wenji walked to another corpse: "This is the second dead person. Obviously, the murderer is much more skilled in starting a fight. At least he is killed with one blow. The third, fourth, and fifth person... I can only say that the murderer is becoming more and more capable of killing people. Such people do not have to look for the killers who have become famous in the world."

“So it’s harder.”

Fang Jie couldn't help but say, "I told my husband in the afternoon that even if the murderer is walking past us with a swagger, he doesn't know that he is the murderer."

"When Zhihui ran away that day, he took away a young man, a Sui man!"

Mo Wanwu suddenly said loudly.

"It won't be him"

Hou Wenji shook his head: "That person doesn't understand cultivation, and he has already confirmed that he is indeed a constable in a small county in Jiangnan. Even if Zhihui accepts him as his disciple, half a year... in just half a year, it is impossible to make him a first-class master."

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When Fang Jie and Qiu Yu and the others returned to the Martial Arts Academy, it was already dark and thick ink. Mo Wanwu seemed to have been trying to explain something to the other party, but he stopped talking a few times. Fang Jie knew that Mo Wanwu was apologizing, but he did lose a little bit of affection for this person, and deliberately distanced him when he walked.

Ma Lilian has not recovered from her sadness. After returning from Banyueshan, she and Niu Miao, who was originally an opponent, became good friends. Because of this, the two people with completely opposite personalities carefully protected this hard-won friendship and tried not to touch anything that could make each other unhappy. In the past six months, their relationship has become very good. This time, the martial arts academy was closed, and the two of them also went back together.

Unexpectedly, it was only less than two days apart, and the heavens and man were separated forever.

Fang Jie was not a person who was particularly good at comforting girls, so he just walked silently behind Ma Lilian. Qiu Yu held Ma Lilian's hand and whispered a few words but couldn't make her better. Mo Wanwu was at the front. Obviously, he slowed down a few times and wanted to wait for Fang Jie to get it up, but Fang Jie didn't give him any chance. Mo Wanwu was slow, Fang Jie was also slow.

Qiu Yu asked Mo Wanwu to send Ma Lilian back first. She and Fang Jie went directly to Dean Zhou's house. When they were outside the door, Fang Jie couldn't help but look at it. Qiu Yu knew what he was thinking, and said calmly that he couldn't build a house for half a year. Do you think there are wastes in the martial arts academy?

Fang Jie was so serious that he said, "If I could see the dilapidated house, maybe I could still laugh."

President Zhou sat in the room with a serious expression. When he saw Qiu Yu and Fang Jie enter the door, he pointed to the chair not far away and said, "Sit down and talk, stay away from my table."

Fang Jie was stunned and let go of his clenched fist in his cuffs.

"Since the founding of the Great Sui Dynasty, there have never been a series of murders among students from the Martial Arts Academy. This is the first time... the five people who died were all from the Buddha Sect who had seen them on Banyue Mountain last time, and I already know this."

Dean Zhou was a little confused when he looked at the heat in the teacup.

"You're regretting?"

Fang answered the question.

President Zhou glanced at Fang Jie: "What do you regret?"

"I regret not taking action to destroy the two guys of the Buddha Sect."

Fang Jie shrugged and said, "If it is really a killer from the Buddha Sect, then there is no doubt... You, and the Dao Sect who is huddled in Qingfeng Temple, are the culprits. If you hadn't indulged in, could the old bald donkey named Zhihui from the Buddha Sect escape?"

"It wouldn't be him who killed people, nor should it be the Sui man who was captured by him."

Dean Zhou seemed not angry, but answered Fang Jie very seriously.

Fang Jie sneered: "Are you sure?"

President Zhou nodded: "Although I have never seen the body, the autopsy of the Great Inspector's Office is already in my hands. I believe that Hou Wenji's eyes will not make any mistakes in his judgment."

"What you see is not necessarily true, let alone judgment."

Fang Jie stood up and looked at Qiu Yu and said, "Sir, I'll go back first. I really can't stand the new smell of the table in this room. I'd better leave before I was impulsive to smash it."

"If you smash this table, it's okay to calm you down."

President Zhou said lightly.

Fang Jie snorted coldly, curled his lips and said, "I want to exchange a broken table for me and don't care? Even if you are the director of the Martial Arts Academy, you think too beautifully."

He shook his hand and went out, very casually.

Qiu Yu smiled helplessly and said, "He... was so resentful."

Dean Zhou smiled and said, "I am indeed old."

Qiu Yu said inexplicably: "Why did sir say that?"

President Zhou looked at Fang Jie's back with emotion and said, "If I were twenty years younger, even ten years old, how could I have the good temper now? A student who dared to be arrogant in front of me would probably be beaten to death by me. But now I don't even have the desire to fight. Am I really old?"

Qiu Yu was stunned and silent for a while and said, "Yes... I seem to have been beaten a lot, right?"

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The next morning, the students of the Martial Arts Academy returned one after another. After counting the number of people, they found that no additional numbers were added to the list of deaths. The professors felt a little more at ease. These students were all pillars of the future of the Sui Dynasty. Even if not, the death of each of them was a sad loss. Life was only once, and the flowers that withered before they bloomed were particularly sad.

Just as Fang Jie was about to return to the classroom to attend class, someone suddenly called him from a distance.

Fang Jie turned around and found a carriage representing the identity of the royal family parked not far away. A middle-aged man with a smile on his face walked towards him, followed by two beauties like flowers. The man looked at Siwen, especially when he smiled, and was very friendly. He had a beard and actually held a folding fan in his hand in winter.

Wearing a sky blue brocade robe, his steps were very steady. If a careful person looked at his steps, he would be surprised to find that every step he took was exactly the same as if he had measured it with a ruler.

"Mr. Xiao Fang"

The man bowed slightly, then smiled and said, "I am the butler of Prince Yi's mansion, my name is Qin Liuqi."

Jian Fangjie's expression was different, and he said gently: "Do you think my name is strange? The prince once said that people have the root of laziness. If you can be diligent, you will be the best. My surname is Qin, so I used the words "6700" and "6700"."

He waved his hand and took a package from the beauty behind him and handed it to Fang Jie, "This is a gift my prince asked me to send to Lord Xiao Fang. The city in Chang'an has not been peaceful these days. Lord Xiao Fang is actually not worried about returning to the Martial Arts Academy, but the prince said that you can drive the boat smoothly. This set of soft armor made of black gold silk in the Western Regions is inseparable from swords and guns, and is not invasive of water and fire. It was originally worn by the prince. Thinking of the past two days, the prince specifically told me to send it to Lord Xiao Fang. "
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