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Chapter 45

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    The woman was about forty years old, and tried her best to hold her down, but the crazy woman thought she was playing with her, and became even happier, wrapping the floral cloth strips all over her body around her neck, giggling endlessly.

    "Yunniang, silly girl ancestor! Stop messing around."

    Fortunately, this woman was not completely crazy. Seeing Yang Jinyi approaching, Yuemo was afraid of strangers, so she stopped immediately and timidly hid behind the middle-aged woman.

    "How many are"

    She knew Xu Zongqi. After hearing what she wanted to do, the woman nodded and let the crazy woman out a little bit, "This ancestor's surname is Chen, and his name is Chen Yun. Xuzhou city is famous for being crazy. It is said that he was born without a mother  Well, she was born with mental illness, and her parents thought she was a daughter, stupid, and not easy to marry, so when she was four or five years old, she secretly left the child and moved away with the family."

    They are all born and despised by others. Compared with the two, Lang Xu still had his mother's love when he was young at least. This woman's father didn't love her mother and didn't love her.  Wen Qian couldn't help but secretly sigh.

    Yunniang lived alone in this remote place, that woman was the daughter-in-law of Qian's family in the alley outside Yunlong Lake, because of the Chunshan incident, the government asked her to come over from time to time to take care of this crazy woman.

    "The scene at that time, oh, it was scary." She sighed, "It is said that madmen are inferior to fools, and it is true, fools know how to cry, madmen don't even know what it is to cry!

    "Early in the morning, I saw her come out with her hands covered in blood, her shoes and clothes were red all over, and she didn't even have any expression on her face. She just stared at everyone stupidly hey!"

    After finishing speaking, the daughter-in-law of the Qian family dragged Yun Niang to her, pulled her both hands together, and showed her to everyone.

    "Look."

    The palms of those rough and slender hands were spread out, and the little fingers were cut off at the root. The wounds had already healed, and round but unusually unsuitable flesh grew out.

    Yun Niang quickly broke away from her and shrank back.

    As the woman led them into the house, she said: "Who knew it would be a snitch at that time. It was not until people cut off their arms and legs that her matter was reported to the government."

    The small thatched hut matches the fence in the courtyard very well. Generally, there is air leakage from all sides. The interior has a kitchen, a hall, a firewood room and a bedroom, which is half the size of an ordinary house, and it feels like a sparrow with all internal organs.

    "Here is the inscription of Chunshan." The woman lifted the bamboo basket in the corner and pointed to Yang Jin.

    The earth wall has been in disrepair for a long time, and the surrounding soil is mottled, but the two bright red characters are very stubbornly attached to it, as if embedded in the wall.

    Chun Shan, who had just committed the crime, was not as blatant as he is now, and only wrote the word "Chun Shan" dryly.

    Yang Jin lifted his robe and squatted down, his fingers brushed lightly over the blood, leaving a very fine speck of dust.

    He looked at it quietly for a moment, and then looked around again. For a long time, no one spoke.  Probably feeling a little too quiet, Yang Jin recovered from his vast thoughts, only to realize that Wen Qian was not by his side.

    Just when she stood up and was about to ask, her voice like a silver bell came from the next room: "Yang Jin, look at this."

    He turned his head suspiciously, Wen Qian lifted up the dirty curtain, and walked towards him with a smile in his arms while holding a baby who was still breastfeeding.

    Yang Jin was slightly taken aback, "Where did you get it from?"

    "I won't tell you." She brought the milk doll closer to him, patted his buttocks twice, "Call me Daddy."

    The latter was sucking his thumb with gusto, when he heard the words, he actually cooperated and said, "Daddy."

    Yang Jin: ""

    Very good, a family of three is all together.

    He frowned and reproached: "Don't teach me."

    "I didn't mess with the teaching." Wen Qian teased the doll for a while, and took the time to retort, "This kid called me that as soon as I entered."

    She narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Why, isn't it good to have multiple cheap sons?" After she finished speaking, she seemed to think of something, lifted the swaddling clothes, and said in a very happy tone, "Oh, what a son."

    ""

    He was so teased by her that he couldn't speak, Yang Jin watched helplessly as Wen Qian turned around and lifted the child high, and suddenly smiled, "It's still jumping, three months pregnant, aren't you afraid of a miscarriage?  "

    Wen Qian hugged the baby in her arms, squinted at him, and hummed nonchalantly: "If you slip, you slip, anyway, your Yang family has no descendants."

    He couldn't help chuckling: "You still want to enter our Yang family after a tire slip?"

    "Okay, it sounds like you're going to give up all the time?" She feigned surprise, clutching her stomach and taking a few steps back, "It looks like I have to remarry quickly, when the time comes?? Small money.  One hundred taels, or gold.  "

    He put his hands behind his back and sighed softly, "According to this amount, if you dig down casually, you can list more than ten serious crimes for Senior Brother Tan"

    It was the first time for Wen Qian to hear people talking about the imperial court's salary, and he couldn't help being curious: "Then how much is your monthly salary? I see that you spend a lot of money on weekdays, and it doesn't seem like you can't eat enough  Could it be that you are also greedy for oil and water?"

    Yang Jin smiled, "This is a secret, so I can't say it."

    "You can't talk about anything big." She was dissatisfied, "It won't matter if you tell me, are you afraid that I will report you?"

    He had no choice but to explain: "I am different from them Although there is no way to make money, the salary is enough to support the family."

    It was inconvenient to ride a horse in the busy city, so the three dismounted and walked on foot, with Xu Zongqi following behind holding the reins.

    Amidst the cries of selling, suddenly, the noisy crowd in front of them seemed to have something wrong, they gave way to both sides of the street in a series, and many people avoided it and beat the vegetable baskets all over the floor.

    Wen Qian raised his head, but saw a black-painted flat-top car approaching, with a golden Luan bell hanging under the lintel, jingling along with the body.

    The streets are narrow, and many vendors sacrificed their lives to make way for the car. People didn't have time to feel sorry for them, and they were frightened into silence by the guards clearing the way in front of the car.

    "It's Shaojian Guo." Xu Zongqi reminded in a low voice.

    Guo Yun is the most capable of Cao Kaiyang's ten godsons. Although he has no blood relationship with him, he is not like father and son.

    While inadvertently shaking, the car curtain was lifted by the wind, and a glimpse of the person inside was about thirty-five years old, with a white face and beardless, not too old, but deep nasolabial folds had grown beside the nose.

    As soon as his narrow eyes cast their gaze, they landed on Wen Qian's face with incomparable precision, and stared at it for a long time with no expression on his face.

    Yang Jin stepped forward without a trace, hiding her behind him.

    Guo Yun's gaze met him, and he could clearly feel his hostility.

    Soon, the chariots and horses traveled far away.

    President Xu heaved a sigh of relief.

    I can't explain why, but I always feel that the atmosphere just now was strangely stiff, as if a fight could start in the next moment.

    "Let's go. The man whose arm was broken by Chunshan is surnamed Zhang, and he lives in the blacksmith's shop in front."

    *

    Throughout the afternoon, Wen Qian and Yang Jin searched almost all the survivors.

    Without exception, they are all the standard modus operandi, this Chunshan seems to be very lazy, and has not changed for many years.

    Since the first crazy woman's finger was severed, there have been peddlers with both ears cut off, blacksmiths with a broken left arm, tailors with a broken right leg, and scholars who lost a leg and an arm

    It can be seen that his methods of committing crimes are becoming more and more cruel and unscrupulous.

    Compared with his subsequent killings, the description of these partially disabled people can be described as "gentle".

    And the text he left on the scene changed from the original "Chun Shan" to "My name is 'Chun Shan'"

    After two years of killing and writing, no one knows what his purpose is.

    When Wen Qian came out of the one-armed scholar's home, he said: "Does he have any grudges against Xuzhou people? He doesn't pick anyone, old and weak women and children, young and strong men and women, whoever is caught and killed?"

    Yang Jin paused at the foot of the door, "I don't think so."

    He raised his eyes to look at the four blood characters that had faded away on the low wall, which were the words that this person repeated back and forth all over the city - my name is 'Chun Shan'.

    "Do you feel that he looks like afraid of being forgotten by someone." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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