Gao Fat did grab a grievances, but unfortunately it was not among the four evil spirits, but the helper led by Li Gui was so angry that the fat man jumped like a thunder, and almost did not shoot the other person on the spot.

Fortunately, Xie Bangui was unwilling to stop it in time: "Keep it! Maybe, can you come in handy? How can the golden knife outside?"

Zhao Jindao at the door coughed embarrassedly: "I'm also an anxious case, I want to see if there are any discovery of the two."

"Grasp an useless dead fish, ask me to say, or make a slap to make a clean and clean. The half ghost has to keep it." Gao Fat's words turned: "However, half a ghost said that 80 % of them were a bit of the door,

He has a lot of ghosts, and he can get something from this goods! "

Zhao Jindao smiled and smiled: "Yes, Brother Xie has always been countless, and he said that leaving the method of breaking the case if he left the case."

Zhao Jindao also had to say that Han Yang came over very uncomfortably: "Master Zhao, there is something to do with it!" After Han Yang finished, he smiled like looking for a fat man.

Gao fat people don't look at his face and don't care about him. He waved his hand to Zhao Jindao: "Let's go! Come and drink at night."

Zhao Jindao did not come here at night, but with Han Yang, two other scholars, but drunk. Zhao Jindao, who was dizzy, did not go to Han Yang, who was crawling on the table, and shook out the door.

Han Yang, who was so drunk, slept on the table, but felt itchy in his ears. When he reached out, his fingers were treated as a stick.

"Who do what?" Han Yang opened his eyes slightly but saw a dark shadow standing beside him. The chopsticks held in his left hand were inserting into his ears, and the hammer in his right hand was lifting in the air.

"Ah-" Han Yang was so frightened that he woke up without any excitement, and was about to speak for help. The hammer in the man had smashed it down, and he the whole chopstick into Han Yang's ears.

Yin Yin's blood sprayed along the nose of Hanyang, and his limbs were still twitching.

The man pulled away Han Yang's clothes, and picked up a brush in hand, dipped in the blood on the corner of Han Yang's mouth, and wrote on his back: "arrogant and arrogant, it's time to kill!"

Talent carefully put the brush up, and walked towards the door with a hammer.

He was about to push the door, but saw a figure walking over. After going out of the toilet with a scholar who was drinking with Han Yang, he walked back again.

Hold up the hammer.

Suddenly, the man seemed to think of something, and stuffed the hammer into his waist again. He pulled out a half -foot length from the cuffs, a cock with a hook, holding his breath and hiding behind the door.

The scholars outside the house did not know that there was a cold killer standing behind the door, pushing away the door of the room, and walking in. At the moment he closed the door, he suddenly stretched out a palm, the card, the card, the card, the card, the card, the card, the card, the card, the card.

He lived around his neck, picked up the whole of him, and turned back on the wall. Use the support of the wall to slowly push the priest from the ground.

Two -legged scholars instinctively grabbed the opponent's hand and wanted to earn the opponent's restraint. But the man's palm was not moving like an iron tong. Suddenly the man's wrist raised upwards and pushed the scholar's face to

After the roof, the mouth and neck became a straight line, pinched the scholar's jaw with the palm of the hand, and squeezed his mouth hard.

The scholar watched as a cold light flashed in front of him. A half-foot-long iron nail was inserted from the top of his face into his mouth and inserted into his throat. Then he turned sharply and hooked his throat before lifting it up.

The scholar's trachea was suddenly opened, and a bloody arrow several inches high spurted out from his mouth. The scholar tilted his head and fell silent.

When the murderer saw that he was no longer breathing, he let go of his hand and allowed the body to slide slowly along the wall to the ground. Then he opened the clothes on the deceased's chest, took out his brush and thought about it again, and then wrote on the deceased's chest: "Flattery"

Flattery should be killed!"

After finishing, the man stretched out his hand to test the scholar's breath and confirmed that he was dead. Then he walked outside and gently closed the door.

"Sir, what are you..."

The man was startled by the sound coming from behind him. When he looked back, he saw the servant who usually served Han Yang standing not far from him.

The servant also saw clearly the blood splattered on the other party's face: "Sir, why is there blood on your face?"

The man wiped the blood on his face nonchalantly and said, "I drank too much and accidentally hit him. I have already helped your master to sleep, so you better not go in and disturb him."

The servant accompanied him and said with a smile: "My master likes to sleep under the quilt. It's better for me to go in and take a look..."

"That's fine!" The man turned sideways to make way for him.

"Send me off to you!" As the servant bowed to salute, he saw the man's black shadow on the ground and raised a hammer fiercely, with the hammer head just hanging on the back of his head.

The servant instinctively ducked to the side. The hammer in the man's hand also hit down. Although the hammer did not hit the back of the servant's head, it also scratched the edge of his ear.

The servant screamed and fell to the ground. The man stepped forward and hit the servant's head again. Suddenly, the man's brains exploded.

At this time, there were sounds of footsteps outside the yard, and the man didn't care about the servant's life or death anymore, threw away the murder weapon, climbed over the wall, and disappeared into the night.

The yamen servant of Shuntian Mansion was attracted by the scream. As soon as he entered the hospital, he saw the servant with blood on his face at the door. He stepped forward to check his breathing, but saw that the man was still breathing. He immediately shouted: "Wake up, who hit you?"

of you?"

"Zhao...Zhao Jindao..." The servant died before he finished speaking.

Zhao Jindao was their chief officer no matter what, so the officials of Shuntian Prefecture naturally did not dare to take anyone casually. They immediately looked at the courtyard where Zhao Jindao lived and sent people to find Yin of Shuntian Prefecture.

When Shuntian Prefecture Yin rushed to the Imperial Academy, Zhao Jindao, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, not only did not take off his bloody clothes, but also had a blood-stained disease in his arms. Combining the handwriting of Zhao Jindao on the two deceased bodies, Shuntian Prefecture Yin could almost conclude that the murder was committed at night

It was Zhao Jindao himself. He immediately ordered Zhao Jindao to be arrested and brought to justice.

In the lobby of Shuntian Mansion, Zhao Jindao not only confessed to his killing of Han Yang, but also took responsibility for the murder of several scholars from the Imperial College. Shuntian Mansion handed over the case to the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple.

Within one day, the case was decided and Zhao Jindao was executed.

When Fatty Gao got the news, the case of Zhao Jindao had already been settled. Fatty Gao was so angry that he ran away on the spot: "What the hell are you talking about? Did the grandsons of Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment all grow up eating shit? Xiaodaozi

Even if you kill people, you can't do it so whitely! No, I have to ask what happened to the knife?"

Zhao Sen, who came to report the news to Fatty Gao, said with a bitter face: "The most terrible thing is that the young master has confessed and is now in jail. Even my master can't see him!"

Xie Bangui said in a deep voice: "Did Jin Dao suffer any punishment when he confessed?"

Zhao Sen shook his head and said: "No! I heard that he started recruiting as soon as he arrived in the lobby..."
Chapter completed!