Chapter 999 Death, Death, Death!

The two rivers separate the north and south of the Central Plains. The sea area is open and the seafood is rich. At the same time, the scenery is quite pleasant.

Whenever many dignitaries come to Linjiang towns, they always go out to sea to have fun. Whether it's arty or meeting friends, it seems that the only way to make the trip worthwhile is to take a boat ride and have a drink.

It was Nanyang's first time back to Qingzhou, so from the moment the ship entered the harbor, his eyes kept looking around.

It's strange everywhere you look.

Nanyang came from a remote town in Chongzhou. This time he planned to go to Beijing to take the exam. He traveled more than half a year in advance in order to arrive in Beijing early, rent a courtyard in the middle of the capital, study poetry and books, and prepare for the final exam.

Nanyang brought a little book boy with him. The book boy was five years younger than him and he was at the age where he loved to play.

The family originally did not agree with this overly lively boy accompanying Nanyang, but the scholar was smarter and more agile than the other servants. In the end, when he had no choice, Nanyang took him with him.

The book boy was talking to the guests in the cabin next door. Nanyang remembered that there was an old man living next door with a child. The child was very good-looking, but his clothes were a little different. He was different from the children raised by ordinary families, but the old man was. He is very kind and always smiles when he speaks and does everything.

Seeing that the ship was about to arrive at the port, Nanyang called out: "Black beans."

The book boy Heidou immediately responded, saluted the people around him, and hurried back: "Master, did you call me?"

Nanyang said disapprovingly: "We are about to get off the ship. Why don't we pack our luggage quickly? We will be late in a while and we have to find an inn to stay."

Heidou Nuonuo agreed and started to make the bed with his head down. After thinking for a moment, he raised his head and said, "Master, the two people next door are originally from Lingzhou. Isn't there a war in Lingzhou?"

Nanyang was a little surprised: "Didn't our ship come from the east? Lingzhou is in the west."

Heidou nodded: "The old man said that he took his grandson to visit relatives in Liaozhou, but they didn't know until they arrived that the relatives had moved their family to Qingzhou, so they came here."

Nanyang was not curious about other people's business. He heard the general idea and stopped asking. He knocked on Heidou's head and said, "Pack your luggage quickly. Don't run around here and there."

The ship stopped at the port after two quarters of an hour. Because it was a large passenger ship, it had two floors and two floors, and could accommodate hundreds of passengers in total.

Nanyang lived on the second floor. When he went out, he happened to meet the grandparents next door. They nodded to each other and walked out together.

When they reached the stairs leading to the first floor, Nanyang politely asked the old man to go first. The old man took a step forward with a smile, but as soon as he took a step, he heard a scream from behind.

“Ahhhhh——”

The scream was shrill and terrifying, and its sudden appearance really startled everyone.

The passengers who had not left on the second floor all turned around to look. At the door of a certain cabin, a man who looked like a boatman fell down in the corridor, pointing to the room, with a look of horror on his face: "Death, death, dead!"

This roar caused the surrounding atmosphere to change suddenly.

The black bean skin was so bad that he rushed over in two seconds and looked inside through the door.

Nanyang quickly stopped him: "Heidou, come back."

But Heidou had already passed, and he had already seen it. At this sight, the little child was so frightened that he took a few steps back, staggered and covered his heart, shouting: "My mother, really, Really dead..."

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A murder occurred on a passenger ship in Qingzhou Port. Within a quarter of an hour, the entire port was in shock.

When Sima Xi came with his people, he saw that they were surrounded by people, and the people on the passenger ship where the accident happened were even more crowded.

He frowned and scolded: "How can we let idlers destroy the crime scene?"

After hearing what he said, the yamen servant hurriedly waved his hand to signal the spectators to disperse.

The murder occurred on the second floor. After climbing up the not-so-narrow stairs, Sima Xi looked at the people on the corridor. These were no longer idlers, they were all passengers on the ship. Before they could finish walking, they were all left behind. Because they are all suspected of murder.

At the front of the corridor was the steward of the passenger ship, a middle-aged man in his forties, sweating profusely. When he saw Mr. Fu Yin in official uniform coming, he walked up hurriedly and explained the matter briefly.

The steward was probably in a panic, and his words were a little confusing, but Sima Xi understood, so he waved his hand and said he wanted to see the deceased first.

When he was brought to the cabin, Sima Xi was stunned.

There was more than one dead person, but three, and there was blood everywhere. The death situation was extremely horrific.

The steward said that these were three brothers. On the boat registration, they were registered as being on the boat in "Liuping Prefecture", but their place of birth was marked as "Qujiang Prefecture".

"Qujiang Mansion?" Although it was just a coincidence, because of this place name, Sima Xi couldn't help but think of a person.

"How did you die? Have you seen it?" This question was asked by the officer behind him.

The officer hurriedly replied: "I judge that he died of excessive bleeding. The many external injuries on his body were caused by being hacked like this."

Sima Xi frowned: "Approximately when did you die?"

"Wu Zuo said he should have died last night."

Sima Xi turned his head and looked at the passengers in the corridor: "Check if anyone heard anything last night."

The yamen officer took the order and led people in batches to question the boat passengers.

Nanyang's room was far away from the deceased's room, and because of the wind last night, he slept with the window closed and didn't hear anything.

The yamen servant felt that there was no problem. After recording Nanyang's words, he asked him about the old man and the young man next door.

I originally thought there were no clues, but the young man suddenly said: "There was no sound of fighting, but there was sound of argument."

The yamen servant was stunned for a moment and asked quickly: "What was the argument? Where did you hear it?"

"In the room." The young man said, recalling, "There was a dispute over money."

The yamen officer looked at the young man strangely: "Your room is seven or eight rooms away from the deceased's room. Can you hear them arguing with others about money?"

The young man said: "It's not with others, it's the three dead people arguing with each other."

The more the officer listened, the more he felt something was wrong, so he asked the young man to wait and turned to find Mr. Fu Yin.

Nanyang looked at the calm-looking young man and didn't ask any questions. He also felt that it was impossible for the young man to hear anything. After all, he was too far away.

But Heidou quickly became lively and active again after being frightened: "Young master Ji, you are so amazing. You can hear from such a distance. Why do you have such long ears?" As he said that, he stared at the boy with his head pierced. ears.

The young man felt uncomfortable looking at him and shrank behind the old man.

Nanyang pulled Heidou and told him not to scare the child.

The old man stretched out his hand to protect the young man. He still had that kind and kind look on his face, but he couldn't help but whisper in a low voice: "Didn't I say that when I go out, I won't cause trouble?"

The young man didn't make a sound, he just muttered stubbornly.

The old man couldn't bear it anymore and rubbed the young man's head: "Forget it, I won't do it again."

Sima Xi followed the Yamen servant and asked, "What did you hear?"

The young man didn't seem to adapt to the man's pressing tone, so he fell silent for a moment.

Sima Xi frowned and looked at the old man.