How come a person's head suddenly breaks?

Not to mention Jiang Yanzhi's disbelief, even Min Weixiu would not be fooled by such words.

However, the little lady's body and head are real.

Jiang Yanzhi looked at Wang Kun with disgust. His nose and tears are now very different from his arrogant look when he was shaking his fan.

This comparison makes people feel more disgusting.

To escape such a disgusting person, Jiang Yanzhi felt more and more like swallowing a fly.

As soon as he entered the door, he knew that Wang Kun was innocent, but he was a little confused. How could his head fall off?

Jiang Yanzhi thought and asked, "Who is the name of the deceased? What is the origin of the deceased? Why is it here?"

Wang Kun shook his head, "I only know that her name is Hongxiang, and I am the exiled prostitute. I don't know anything else!"

Min Weixiu felt uncomfortable when she heard this. Once this person commits a crime and is exiled, most of the inner relatives will have a miserable fate, and being a slave is light. If she becomes that military prostitute, she will be a traitor during the day and at night... she will be a life worse than death.

"No wonder Wang Jianjun has the old habit of back pain. He is still promising his lust every day at the age of age..." Min Weixiu thought, unable to help but speak sarcastically.

Wang Kun's old face turned red, "I'm trapped. As soon as I entered the camp, she was already waiting inside."

Min Weixiu spat, and the old hooligan blamed everyone else for everything! Then she walked to Hongxiang, reached out to her hand, and asked her to close her eyes.

Everyone is dead, so you can't die with your eyes open.

Jiang Yanzhi shook his head and walked to Min Weixiu. He endured the discomfort and looked at the incision of the head. If he had known it, he would have brought Zhang Junzuo! Such a scene was really a bit terrifying.

"Lu Bing, if you take the knife from Wang Jianjun's hand, can you cut off the head with one knife?"

Lu Bing walked over, picked up the bloody knife over there, and waved it in the air, "The blade is too light and easy to get stuck."

Min Weixiu also nodded. In her opinion, the knife that Wang Kun held was just a fruit-cutter. When she scratched the person, there would be at most a hole.

It is not something that ordinary people can do if they want to cut off their heads with one knife. Lu Bing is a martial arts practitioner, but Wang Kun is weak and has no power to tie a chicken.

It was absolutely impossible for him to use this knife to cut Hongxiang's head.

Moreover, when she passed by Jiang Yanzhi, she only heard Wang Kun's screams, but did not hear Hongxiang's screams. Obviously, things were developing very quickly, Hongxiang died before she could scream, and Wang Kun's miserable screams were definitely scared.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Wang Kun did not lie and it was not him.

Jiang Yanzhi rolled the red fragrant head, plucked it, looked again and again...

"Wow", Wang Kun, who was huddling beside him, almost vomited... You grew up in a golden nest, why are you so insulting?

If Jiang Yanzhi knew what he was thinking, he would probably be furious. If you were to look at people every day, you wouldn't be afraid!

Besides, I don’t know who it is, so I’m so gentle.

"What strange thing happened before Hongxiang died?" Jiang Yanzhi asked.

Wang Kun thought about it and shook his head.

Jiang Yanzhi rolled his eyes, "Think about it carefully, for example, does the red fragrance carry something on his neck? For example, a necklace or something..."

Wang Kun's old face turned red and hesitated for a long time before he said, "It's true that there is a dog bell on her neck. It was tied with a red rope... She wanted to take it off and put it on me, but she died before she could die. I was so scared that I stepped back and looked at my body again. I didn't know when she had a knife stuffed into her..."

Jiang Yanzhi nodded, basically the same as he thought.

He knew it in his heart, and was not panicked, pointing to the Hongxiang head and said, "Sir, let's see, is the wound on the neck very strange? The flesh is squeezed inward. It feels like it's broken by something very thin, and the neck is broken."

"I have read a file in Dali Temple, and there is such a strange story. It was in that beautiful spring day. A man was racing horses and his friend chased him. Unexpectedly, the man suddenly fell off his horse and saw that he had already been cut off his throat."

"At that time, there were only two men and friends, and the friends were naturally arrested as suspects. But later I found out that the one who killed the man turned out to be a kite string."

Everyone in the room was surprised. Duke Wu opened his eyes wide, "Can the kite string kill people?"

Jiang Yanzhi looked at Min Weixiu with a smile, "Weixiu should be clear about this. When a woman does needlework, sometimes she doesn't pay attention to it. A thin thread can cut a hole in her hand. When the horse runs, how strong it is. Everyone knows that when she hits the straight kite string, it is like touching a knife."

Duke Wu laughed, "My family Weixiu can't do needlework! If you sew a few stitches, you can poke a bloody hole in your fingers. Those who don't know would think they were caught by Gundam and were interrogated!"

Min Weixiu coughed, Dad, don’t slap someone in the face, and don’t reveal the shortcomings. What about the case being tried? Can we not talk about this?

Jiang Yanzhi immediately remedyed, "There are so many maids and mothers in the house, and Wei Xiu certainly doesn't need to do needlework! In short, that's the case. As soon as I saw the wound of Hongxiang, I thought of this case. I just didn't understand that this was in the house, and it was impossible for kites or something to do. Even if there were one, Wang Kun didn't ride a horse, wouldn't he see the thread when he walked in?"

"After hearing what he said, I became more and more sure. The red fragrance first wrapped the thread around his neck and covered it with the red thread. So Wang Kun did not notice it, and then under some opportunity... a tragedy happened."

Jiang Yanzhi said, pausing, "But this can cut off the head. Obviously, the thread is not an ordinary thread, and the pulling force is not an ordinary one..."

When Duke Wu heard this, he interrupted him, "I'm confused when you say this. Didn't the kite be straightened? Did the person bump into it? How could he be cut to death if the Hongxiang was not riding a horse? If it was trapped like a horse tie, and when it was pulled, she wouldn't be pulled directly from the bed and hit the wall of the tent, how could she be on the bed?"

Jiang Yanzhi thought for a while and said to Lu Bing, "Come on, let's demonstrate how Hongxiang died."

Lu Bing wanted to run away, "You are the king, I used to be killed by the performance, but now I have to turn around in the performance...

What to do? I really haven’t learned this, so I can’t act it!

And even if I learn how to turn around, I have never learned how to sew my head back!

If this continues, he is afraid that he will die young before he gets married!

"Okay, king!" Lu Bing said.
Chapter completed!