"Hmph! Even Constable Cao and Constable Miao, who had seen their fair share of corpses, turned pale at the sight of the two bodies with severed heads before them.
"Brother Sheng, this killer is too vicious," Constable Miao said in a low voice, calming himself. Killing was one thing, but to deliberately cut off the heads? Not to mention the large patches of dried blood on the bed, but the stab to the chest, and the face with its crisscrossing wounds inflicted by a knife – this wasn't just murder, it was torture.
Cao Sheng carefully stepped around the blood spattered on the floor and walked towards the bed, examining the two corpses closely. "The fatal blow was likely the one to the chest, a single stab to kill."
"Then the remaining cuts were for intimidation?" Constable Miao, standing nearby, glanced at the face and quickly averted his gaze. "If it was just to silence them, there would be no need to go to such lengths as to cut off their heads."
Not to mention the faces of Old Man Tu and Tu Da Niu. The wounds were deep, the flesh swollen and turned outward, revealing bone. The crisscrossing slashes on their faces were like a spiderweb, making one’s skin crawl.
Generally, slashing a victim's face was either an act of vengeance or an attempt to conceal identity. Cao Sheng dared not be careless, and suppressing his discomfort, he stared at the faces of the corpses. "They are indeed the Tu father and son."
Constable Miao nodded, quickly surveying the room filled with the thick smell of blood. "The tables and chairs are all intact, and there are no signs of a struggle inside."
He strode to the window. It was likely closed from the inside to keep out the mosquitoes. Constable Miao then went to the door to examine the bolt. "The bolt is undamaged. The killer must have known the Tu father and son to be let in."
Earlier, the Tu father and son had beaten Mr. Zhao and his nephew Zhao Ling black and blue outside the medical hall. Even though the father and son were not martial artists, their years of farm work had given them considerable strength. If the killer had attacked, the father and son would surely have resisted. It was impossible for there to be no signs of a struggle in the room.
By the afternoon, the coroner's autopsy results were out.
County Magistrate Wei put down the document, his expression turning grim. "The heads were severed after the murders?"
"Yes, both the Tu father and son died from a single blow," Cao Sheng reported in a low voice, giving a general account of the situation in the room.
...
Speaking of the stab to the chest, and the face with its crisscrossing wounds inflicted by a knife – this wasn't just murder, it was torture.
Cao Sheng carefully stepped around the blood spattered on the floor and walked towards the bed, examining the two corpses closely. "The fatal blow was likely the one to the chest, a single stab to kill."
"Then the remaining cuts were for intimidation?" Constable Miao, standing nearby, glanced at the face and quickly averted his gaze. "If it was just to silence them, there would be no need to go to such lengths as to cut off their heads."
Not to mention the faces of Old Man Tu and Tu Da Niu. The wounds were deep, the flesh swollen and turned outward, revealing bone. The crisscrossing slashes on their faces were like a spiderweb, making one’s skin crawl.
Generally, slashing a victim's face was either an act of vengeance or an attempt to conceal identity. Cao Sheng dared not be careless, and suppressing his discomfort, he stared at the faces of the corpses. "They are indeed the Tu father and son."
Constable Miao nodded, quickly surveying the room filled with the thick smell of blood. "The tables and chairs are all intact, and there are no signs of a struggle inside."
He strode to the window. It was likely closed from the inside to keep out the mosquitoes. Constable Miao then went to the door to examine the bolt. "The bolt is undamaged. The killer must have known the Tu father and son to be let in."
"Hmph! Even Constable Cao and Constable Miao, who had seen their fair share of corpses, turned pale at the sight of the two bodies with severed heads before them.
"Brother Sheng, this killer is too vicious," Constable Miao said in a low voice, calming himself. Killing was one thing, but to deliberately cut off the heads? Not to mention the large patches of dried blood on the bed, but the stab to the chest, and the face with its crisscrossing wounds inflicted by a knife – this wasn't just murder, it was torture.
Cao Sheng carefully stepped around the blood spattered on the floor and walked towards the bed, examining the two corpses closely. "The fatal blow was likely the one to the chest, a single stab to kill."
"Then the remaining cuts were for intimidation?" Constable Miao, standing nearby, glanced at the face and quickly averted his gaze. "If it was just to silence them, there would be no need to go to such lengths as to cut off their heads."
Not to mention the faces of Old Man Tu and Tu Da Niu. The wounds were deep, the flesh swollen and turned outward, revealing bone. The crisscrossing slashes on their faces were like a spiderweb, making one’s skin crawl.
Generally, slashing a victim's face was either an act of vengeance or an attempt to conceal identity. Cao Sheng dared not be careless, and suppressing his discomfort, he stared at the faces of the corpses. "They are indeed the Tu father and son."
He strode to the window. It was likely closed from the inside to keep out the mosquitoes. Constable Miao then went to the door to examine the bolt. "The bolt is undamaged. The killer must have known the Tu father and son to be let in."
"Hmph! Even Constable Cao and Constable Miao, who had seen their fair share of corpses, turned pale at the sight of the two bodies with severed heads before them.
"Brother Sheng, this killer is too vicious," Constable Miao said in a low voice, calming himself. Killing was one thing, but to deliberately cut off the heads? Not to mention the large patches of dried blood on the bed, but the stab to the chest, and the face with its crisscrossing wounds inflicted by a knife – this wasn't just murder, it was torture.
Cao Sheng carefully stepped around the blood spattered on the floor and walked towards the bed, examining the two corpses closely. "The fatal blow was likely the one to the chest, a single stab to kill."
"Then the remaining cuts were for intimidation?" Constable Miao, standing nearby, glanced at the face and quickly averted his gaze. "If it was just to silence them, there would be no need to go to such lengths as to cut off their heads."
Not to mention the faces of Old Man Tu and Tu Da Niu. The wounds were deep, the flesh swollen and turned outward, revealing bone. The crisscrossing slashes on their faces were like a spiderweb, making one’s skin crawl.
Generally, slashing a victim's face was either an act of vengeance or an attempt to conceal identity. Cao Sheng dared not be careless, and suppressing his discomfort, he stared at the faces of the corpses. "They are indeed the Tu father and son."
Constable Miao nodded, quickly surveying the room filled with the thick smell of blood. "The tables and chairs are all intact, and there are no signs of a struggle inside. Hmph! Even Constable Cao and Constable Miao, who had seen their fair share of corpses, turned pale at the sight of the two bodies with severed heads before them.
"Brother Sheng, this killer is too vicious," Constable Miao said in a low voice, calming himself. Killing was one thing, but to deliberately cut off the heads? Not to mention the large patches of dried blood on the bed, but the stab to the chest, and the face with its crisscrossing wounds inflicted by a knife – this wasn't just murder, it was torture.
Cao Sheng carefully stepped around the blood spattered on the floor and walked towards the bed, examining the two corpses closely. "The fatal blow was likely the one to the chest, a single stab to kill."
"Then the remaining cuts were for intimidation?" Constable Miao, standing nearby, glanced at the face and quickly averted his gaze. "If it was just to silence them, there would be no need to go to such lengths as to cut off their heads."
Not to mention the faces of Old Man Tu and Tu Da Niu. The wounds were deep, the flesh swollen and turned outward, revealing bone. The crisscrossing slashes on their faces were like a spiderweb, making one’s skin crawl.
Generally, slashing a victim's face was either an act of vengeance or an attempt to conceal identity. Cao Sheng dared not be careless, and suppressing his discomfort, he stared at the faces of the corpses. "They are indeed the Tu father and son."
He strode to the window. It was likely closed from the inside to keep out the mosquitoes. Constable Miao then went to the door to examine the bolt. "The bolt is undamaged. The killer must have known the Tu father and son to be let in."
Earlier, the Tu father and son had beaten Mr. Zhao and his nephew Zhao Ling black and blue outside the medical hall. Even though the father and son were not martial artists, their years of farm work had given them considerable strength. If the killer had attacked, the father and son would surely have resisted. It was impossible for there to be no signs of a struggle in the room.
He strode to the window. It was likely closed from the inside to keep out the mosquitoes. Constable Miao then went to the door to examine the bolt. "The bolt is undamaged. The killer must have known the Tu father and son to be let in."
...to be let in."
Earlier, the Tu father and son had beaten Mr. Zhao and his nephew Zhao Ling black and blue outside the medical hall. Even though the father and son were not martial artists, their years of farm work had given them considerable strength. If the killer had attacked, the father and son would surely have resisted. It was impossible for there to be no signs of a struggle in the room.