Qiankun Fantasy Sword Record

Wen Zijun took out three incense sticks from the side and lit them. The incense curled up and then dissipated in the air.

If there really is a soul in heaven, can An Boxu receive condolences from the world?

Wen Zijun bowed deeply to An Boxu's coffin.

Although An Boxu was stabbed to death in the tent, he still sacrificed his life for the country no matter what.

Wen Zijun asked: "Since General An is dead, I don't know who will take over?"

It has always been a tradition in the army that if a general is suddenly killed, a deputy general must take his place until a general is appointed from above.

Kuang Zhenghe quickly replied: "It is the last general."

Wen Zijun asked again: "So, regarding the assassination of General An, I wonder if the assassin has been found out?"

Kuang Zhenghe replied: "The general is incompetent and failed to detect the assassin."

Wen Zijun continued to ask: "What do you think about this case?"

Kuang Zhenghe replied: "General An and others have investigated the assassination of General An, but judging from the situation at that time, as soon as the guards heard General An's cry, they came from all directions, but they did not meet the assassin.

The murderer disappeared like air without a trace."

After a pause, he continued: "General An was stabbed in the heart with a dagger and died. His eyes were wide open, as if he was horrified. There were skin fragments, fragments and blood powder in the nails of his right hand, which showed that

A scratch was left somewhere on the assassin’s body.”

Wen Zijun frowned and said, "Didn't the guards discover how the assassin entered General An's sleeping quarters?"

Kuang Zhenghe shook his head and said, "No. When they rushed in, they saw General An lying on the ground."

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Wen Zijun turned to Wang Jin and Li Shangdong and said, "You two, go open the coffin lid of General An's coffin."

The expressions of An Boxu's seven old generals changed. Gan Maoyan hurriedly stood up and stopped Wang Jin and the two, and said: "General Wen! General An has already been buried in the coffin, so we really shouldn't disturb him anymore!" Other old generals also agreed.

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However, Wen Zijun's face darkened and he said, "If we don't find the murderer of General An, how can General An feel at ease if there is a spirit underground?"

When the old generals heard this, they felt that Wen Zijun's words were very reasonable. Gan Maoyan wanted to stop the king from entering, but when he saw that all the generals were silent, he got out of the way.

The coffin lid was soon opened. Wen Zijun stepped forward and saw An Bexu lying inside.

An Boxu's face is now blue-black. The beard under his chin is still there, but it can no longer grow.

Life is like this, no one knows which day he will fall to the ground. People who were talking and drinking wine yesterday are lying in a coffin a few feet tall and no longer alive. It is so unpredictable.

In ordinary people, the body would have rotted and smelled bad if it had been left for so long. However, due to the special characteristics of soldiers in the army, they often fight thousands of miles away from home. Once sacrificed, it takes a long time to transport it back to their hometown. In order to prevent

When the body rots on its way home, a large amount of antiseptic drugs will be placed in the coffin.

Now there are many antiseptic medicines placed around An Boxu. His body is still as if it had just been enshrined.

Li Shangdong stepped forward and reached out to touch An Boxu's body here and there. Then he turned to Wen Zijun and said, "General. General An only has a stab wound on his heart. It can be seen that it was a fatal blow. The incision was only half an inch."

A little more, which is very similar to the work of water thorns. There are indeed some skin fragments on the nails of his right hand, which should be the last blow before death after the murderer stabbed his heart. Those skin fragments are bloody, indicating that the murderer

He must have been deeply scratched. His expression was not one of horror, but surprise. It is very likely that this murderer is known to General An."

Li Shangdong's analysis once again showed his ability. After hearing this, the generals all looked sideways.

Wen Zijun nodded.

Wang Jin and his two men closed the coffin lid again.

Wen Zijun said: "Let's go to the murder scene and have a look." He was determined to find the murderer of An Bexu. Only in this way can he gain the trust of An Bexu's old men as quickly as possible and truly command them.

All the generals followed Wen Zijun. Wen Zijun stopped and said, "General Kuang will accompany me. You will go back by yourself first."

Gan Maoyan was extremely reluctant after hearing this, but seeing that the others didn't say anything, he followed him back.

On the way, Wen Zijun asked Kuang Zhenghe, "I wonder how long General Kuang has been working under General An's tent?"

"Back to the general," Kuang Zhenghe replied quickly, "the last general was promoted by General An and served as deputy general under him for eight years."

"Oh?" Wen Zijun responded, "Are the other lieutenants the same?"

Kuang Zhenghe replied: "That's not the case. I have the longest time. Others have six years, some five years... The shortest one is Gan Maoyan, who was promoted by General An a year ago."

We arrived at the sleeping tent where An Boxu was killed. There was a circle of guards standing outside.

Kuang Zhenghe introduced Wen Zijun to the guards, and they all saluted Wen Zijun one by one. He pointed at a strong man among the guards and said: "This is the guard captain, and he was the first to rush in that night."

Wen Zijun said "Oh" and asked the guard captain, "Please tell me carefully what happened at that time."

After hearing this, the guard captain said hurriedly: "Yes! Report it back to the general. At that time, his subordinates had just returned from their shift and heard General An's screams. So his subordinates led more than ten guards and rushed into the general's tent.

The general is already lying in a pool of blood, unable to save himself."

Wen Zijun asked: "When you saw this scene, what did you do next?"

The guard captain replied: "My subordinates were stunned on the spot for a moment, dumbfounded. They were already confused and didn't know what to do. At this time, General Gan arrived. He immediately ordered us to exit the tent immediately and stay outside the tent.

, protect the scene. After a while, General Kuang and the others also arrived."

Wen Zijun then said: "Oh? General Gan was the first to arrive at the scene besides you. So, which general was the last to arrive?"

The guard captain lowered his head, thought for a moment, and said, "General Chao should be the last one to arrive."

After entering the sleeping tent, it was very simple inside.

There is a wooden couch on the left side, and opposite the wooden couch is a table. There is a big red carpet on the sand, with large golden chrysanthemums painted on it.

The place where An Boxu was stabbed to the ground was on the ground before the wood collapsed. His blood flowed on the carpet, dyeing the golden chrysanthemums dark red.

Wen Zijun glanced at Li Shangdong and Wang Jin. Wang and Li understood and began to search carefully everywhere in the tent. But they found nothing.

Wen Zijun squatted down where An Bexu fell and searched inch by inch.

He finally discovered that there was a faint fingerprint on the corner of the wooden couch closest to An Boxu. The reason why he could find it was because there was some fine sand stuck to the fingerprint.

Very few grains of sand will definitely be ignored if you are not careful.

Wen Zijun quickly called in the guard captain and several guards, told them to move the wooden couch, and then asked them to dig sand with their long knives.

An amazing scene appeared.

The guards dug out a bag of black clothes in the sand under the wooden couch not far from where An Bexu fell!

Who is the murderer?

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