Tingyu Tower is in chaos.

The blood-sprayed headless corpse fell down without balance. The screaming crowd ran around like headless flies. The women hanging by colorful silk no longer had graceful dance postures, as if they were twisted by hanging snakes and insects, and fainted in fear and hung straight in the air.

Fireworks are still blooming.

The chaos in the splendor of Tingyu Tower is filled with a different kind of brilliance.

The chaos was only a moment. The door was instantly surrounded by black armored guards, and they raised their swords, guns, bows and crossbows towards the people running out. The officers and soldiers of the five cities rushed in, scattering in the Tingyu Tower like flowing water, and surrounding the chaotic people like flowing water. The noise was still noisy but no one ran around.

The guards of the Ministry of Justice surrounded the Green Bamboo Cong Bridge in the courtyard. Except for the guard who was kneeling in front of the body at first, the others did not come forward, and they did not check it. They just faced outside and did not allow anyone to approach.

After the initial panic, coupled with the presence of the officers and soldiers, the people in Tingyu Tower gradually calmed down. In fact, it was nothing. It was just a murder or a death...

Most of the chaos is on the first floor, and people on the second floor recover faster.

"What's going on?"

"Who was killed?"

Many men even questioned the officers and soldiers who came to maintain order with a serious expression, showing their identities as officials of all sizes.

However, the officers and soldiers did not hear a word, stared at them vigilantly, stopped them from walking around, and were not allowed to go downstairs. Their attitude was unconcealed. If they dared to move around, they would be rectified on the spot regardless of their identity.

This made the people upstairs very unhappy, but they did not argue with these officers and soldiers. Instead, they lost their identity when they argued with them. They would settle the score when people with the same identity came.

The screams subsided, and the colorful silk was still hanging in the air. The women on it were all put down and were so scared that they were knocked down to the ground and beaten. Others were squeezing together in an uncertain way, but more people had already begun to look at the patio curiously, whispering and guessing.

The rain in the sky has dissipated, the fireworks are cold, and the rain tower is filled with buzzing sounds.

Older people with identities have begun to consider other things and no longer look at dead people. The teenagers have nothing to consider, and they can't even see dead people.

Chu Minghui held the railing. If it weren't for the teenagers who grabbed him, half of his body would have fallen.

"I can't see clearly... I fell down and blocked it." He patted the railing with regret, but then he turned to look at Jiang Zhaozi excitedly, "You guys are really interesting here... Do you often watch killing people?"

Jiang Zhaozi's face was red, his eyes widened, excited and frightened, and said, "The first time I came to Tingyulou, and it was also the first time I saw a dead person."

Zhang Shuangtong patted Chu Minghui on the shoulder and said, "Don't say such a rustic bun." He pushed Chu Minghui away and leaned on tiptoe to look, "It's also common for dead people in brothels."

Is it a common thing? Jiang Zhaozi looked at Zhang Shuangtong, envious and admired. The teenagers in Chang'an Mansion have really seen big scenes.

"That's right, love-killing in brothels. This person was either killed by his rival or was bought by his wife at home." Zhang Shuangtong said.

The officers and soldiers standing next to them couldn't help but look at each other.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"What do you know?"

The other teenagers couldn't listen and interrupted him.

"Anyway, this person's identity is definitely not ordinary." A young man from the Jiang family said. Although he couldn't see the dead and could not recognize anything, he looked at the crowded officers and soldiers in the building at this time, "The officers and soldiers came very quickly, and it seemed that they were scattered around. Look, there are black armor guards there, and not everyone can use black armor guards."

Zhang Shuangtong said with a oh, "You'll know if you ask." After that, he looked at the other side. The officers and soldiers in the corridor did not allow anyone to leave their sight, so everyone stood in the corridor. A young man stood beside a few adults, and he shouted to Xue Qing.

His voice was loud, and in such a tense atmosphere, people couldn't help but startle. They all looked over and raised their hands without any hesitation.

Kang Dai frowned a little annoyed. Jiang Xian was nothing. He glanced at Xue Qing who was standing quietly beside him and said, "Go over there."

If such a big thing happens, young people can relieve their fear when they are with young people.

Xue Qing responded with the sound of walking over, or the officers and soldiers did not stop him from seeing in the corridor.

"Did you see it?" Zhang Shuangtong said with a smile, reaching out to make a splash, "That scene."

Xue Qing whispered: "We were still in the house at that time and didn't come out."

Zhang Shuangtong looked sympathetic: "Pity."

Jiang Zhaozi leaned over and asked, "Do you know who it is over there?"

Xue Qing nodded.

As expected, I know that the adults are well-informed, and the teenagers are so curious that they squeeze even tighter.

Xue Qing glanced downstairs and whispered: "Duan Shan."

This name is familiar to the teenagers of Chang'an Mansion or the teenagers of the Jiang family, and was shocked silently for a moment.

"It's exciting." A voice sounded clear.

Everyone looked at it and saw that Pei Yanzi was standing quietly by the side, and seemed to have just reacted now.

Chu Minghui said: "Yan Zi, were you scared silly just now?"

The atmosphere was revitalized again.

"Really or not?"

"How could it be Duan Shan?"

The teenagers started to talk, but were quickly interrupted, and a teenager patted the railing to greet him.

"It's really Duan Shan. Look, the people from the Ministry of Justice are here, and Song Yuan are here!"

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The sound of footsteps trembled the ground. The iron-faced raised his hand and dared to slash the officers and soldiers who were disobedient and injured the orders with one knife. The guards surrounding the courtyard who were not even allowed to approach were also allowed to get out of the way.

Blood was covered with the feet, and when one step was on, it was a mark. Song Yuan looked at the man lying on the ground, and seemed to be unrecognizable... His gaze was on the other side, with a head rolling down there, with a calm face, and his eyes were quietly looking at everyone. Everyone looked down at him, and he looked up at everyone. This strange scene was chilling.

Song Yuan's lips trembled, his hands trembled, and he was hoarse after a long time: "Look, look! Why, how did you die?"

Two men in black robe walked over from behind him and knelt in the blood. One went to see Duan Shan's body, and the other picked up Duan Shan's head. The buzzing sound was even louder, both adults and young women came over.

Duan Shan’s injury was very simple, and he turned around in just a moment.

"Mr. Duan was attacked from behind, blocking his throat and stopping his voice. He was then snatched his neck, and there were silk threads wrapped around his neck to fix it." A coroner said, raising his hand and lifting up several thin threads. The threads were dyed red and could not see their original color.

The coroner looked up at the side, and there were colorful silk hanging flying over there, pointing it out accurately.

"It's on the colorful silk."

Song Yuan said: "Where is the murder weapon? You can't kill it with these few threads, right?"

The fatal injury was the four incisions, but... the coroner said: "Not found."

Song Yuan raised his foot and kicked: "Bad!"

The coroner fell and did not dare to neglect his head, and he knelt down and said, "I am guilty." His eyes fell on the ground, and bamboo leaves were scattered in the blood. In the black and red blood, the bamboo leaves were even more green and thin... Could it be that this was the weapon, right?

Another coroner stepped forward and raised the bamboo pole: "Mr. Duan has no other injuries, only this bamboo pole. This bamboo pole is just to fix his body so that he can delay disguise and avoid being discovered."

The guard said on the side: "Sir, come here to investigate the case. We are in the hall. We don't see anyone approaching the adult, let alone fighting."

"That's to be killed all of a sudden!" Song Yuan said, looking at the officials around him, "What a powerful murderer."

The officials nodded.

Song Yuan raised his head and looked around. He saw men, women, young and old, excited and pointed at the terrified point. Duan Shan died? He looked confused and incredible, and then he gathered in anger.

"The murderer, right here at Tingyu Tower!" he shouted, pointing his finger around, "Catch it all for me!"

As soon as these words came out, the building was filled with noise.

The crowd that had already quieted was screaming and crying as if they were restless again.

But there are also sneering and standing as solemn as a mountain in this chaos.

"Mr. Song! You are so angry!"

"Song Yuan! You are so bold, you dare to catch innocent people!"

"Is this how your Ministry of Justice handles the case?"

"I see who will arrest me to jail tonight."

Song Yuan looked up and saw the crowds were chaotic, the lights were dazzling, the women were crowded, the old were indignant, the teenagers were staring, and some men were stepping out, with many familiar faces among them.
Chapter completed!