There is a god in the sky

Chapter 127 The Strange Case of Fuchunju 25

Behind Shen Lan was a high wall; she would have to take a running start to jump over it.

Ke Juanhong followed closely behind her, only a few meters away.

"Miss Shen, you should just surrender. Your master has instructed that you can choose an easy way to die."

Shen Lan laughed angrily, "What kind of death is considered easy? Is it having your head chopped off? Or having your heart meridian severed? Or swallowing gold?"

I'm telling you, although being beheaded is a quick death, the brain doesn't die instantly; it can still feel pain. Want to try it?

"You're asking for death!" At this moment, Juanhong threw away the miniature dagger and used her toes to pick up an iron rod from the ground.

Shen Lan then realized that this alley was probably the backyard of a shop, filled with miscellaneous items.

The other person rushed towards her, and Shen Lan grabbed a broom to fight back.

Juan Hong's moves are fluid and sharp, but her weakness is also very obvious: she lacks power.

It's clear that she has been practicing martial arts for quite some time, and she has mastered all the moves.

However, techniques lacking practical experience are difficult to use for killing.

Shen Lan certainly didn't have much experience, but she knew all too well the weak points of the human body.

Both sides want to kill each other; in such situations, it all comes down to ruthlessness.

The broom in Shen Lan's hand was broken by an iron rod.

Juanhong revealed a confident smile.

Shen Lan threw down the broom and asked, "You just said that you are punishing evil and eliminating wickedness, so is killing me also for the purpose of eliminating evil?"

"Who told you to meddle in other people's business?"

Shen Lan was so angry she laughed. "This is the first time I've heard of the Criminal Investigation Department meddling in other people's business!"

"The Provincial Judicial Commissioner's Office? That's nothing but a useless government office, only good at creating wrongful convictions and miscarriages of justice, and treating human life like dirt!"

"You're talking about the young prince, but our Lord Xiao doesn't think that way."

As Shen Lan spoke, she looked for flaws in her words.

She would occasionally throw a throwing knife, but her opponent would either knock it down with an iron rod or dodge it, not taking these hidden weapons seriously.

Shen Lan pretended to be exhausted, and her face turned ugly when she threw the last throwing knife.

"Hmph, all crows are black, how much better can Lord Xiao be?" Juan Hong rushed forward, holding an iron rod.

Just as the iron rod was about to smash down on Shen Lan's head, she suddenly threw out a packet of medicine powder.

A spicy smell assaulted Juan Hong's mouth, nose, and eyes.

Her eyes stung, and she rubbed them vigorously with her sleeve, but there was also a lot of chili powder on her sleeve, and the more she rubbed, the more it hurt.

A figure flashed past her, and Juanhong felt a sharp pain on her neck, which seemed insignificant compared to the pain in her eyes.

But the next moment, blood gushed out, soaking her front.

She lowered her head, her mouth moved, but only a hoarse "hoarse" sound came from her throat.

Shen Lan bent down to pick up the knife from the ground and said coldly, "I don't like killing people, especially people I have no grudge against, except for those who want to kill me!"

She picked up the last knife, and a pair of cloth shoes came into view; they were men's cloth shoes.

Her body reacted faster than her brain, and she quickly slid back a few steps.

Once she was far enough away from the person, Shen Lan looked up and found that the person was an old acquaintance.

"Oh it's you."

The man glanced at the crimson corpse on the ground and said in a strong voice, "The young lady is quite skilled."

"Thank you for the compliment." Shen Lan joked, "What, you guys have to use a relay system to kill a coroner?"

The man walked slowly towards Shen Lan, step by step.

When he walks slowly, it's hard to tell that he has a limp.

"I heard that Manager Zhen's leg was injured on the battlefield."

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you become a general? Instead, you became a lackey of the Princess Consort?"

The other person remained expressionless and calmly replied, "I was saved by the old general. I'm just a lowly soldier. I'm lucky to have a place to settle down after I'm discharged."

"Even if it means doing something that will be condemned by heaven for her?"

"It's just killing people. I've killed a lot of people."

In order to buy time, Shen Lan deliberately asked him, "Did you kill all those people who died at Fuchun Residence?"

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Shen Lan mocked, "Are you afraid that I, a dying man, will know the truth?"

"I never underestimate the enemy." Soldiers who underestimate the enemy will not survive the battlefield.

Moreover, the last person who underestimated their opponent is already lying in a pool of blood.

Shen Lan said with a laugh, "I just want to know the truth. I know I'm no match for you."

When facing Juan Hong, Shen Lan was confident that she could win, but the uncle in front of her was a real devil. How could her little martial arts skills compare?

"If that's the case, then... you can die now."

Manager Zhen pulled a knife from his lower back; it was an incredibly sharp boning knife, the blade so sharp it reflected a person's image.

"So the murder weapon was on you all along." No wonder everyone couldn't find it.

The murderer is in the Prince's mansion, and she is the Prince's wife, whom everyone respects. Who can trace the murder back to her?

I never imagined that the princess consort would be a serial killer.

Shen Lan took the initiative and rushed towards Steward Zhen, then threw up a handful of sand.

Thinking that Shen Lan was using the same trick again, the other party held their breath, covered their eyes, and stepped back.

Seizing the opportunity, Shen Lan threw four throwing knives at once, aiming at Manager Zhen's throat, heart, and wrists respectively.

Even with his eyes closed, Manager Zhen could hear the sound, and his boning knife flashed out.

Several metallic clanging sounds were heard as four throwing knives were knocked down.

At the same time, Shen Lan stepped forward and punched Manager Zhen in the chest.

Manager Zhen had already opened his eyes. With the fist right in front of him, he swung his knife and slashed at it.

Shen Lan withdrew her fist and kicked at his knife.

Although the boning knife wasn't kicked away, the kick struck Manager Zhen's arm.

"Your moves are very flexible and practical," Manager Zhen praised again.

"Of course!"

Shen Lan practices military boxing, and to compensate for her lack of strength, she can only practice fast movements.

Manager Zhen began to take the matter seriously, and the two went back and forth, clashing head-on, with each punch landing hard.

Manager Zhen discovered that whenever he brandished his weapon, Shen Lan would increase her speed and primarily attack his right hand.

Gradually, some wounds appeared on Shen Lan's body.

She knew how to avoid vital points, but even though the wounds on her body weren't fatal, the pain was real.

But she couldn't care less about that now; the slightest carelessness could cost her her life.

She used the opportunity of throwing a punch to shoot out a row of silver needles.

The surroundings were dark, the needles were too fine to be seen with the naked eye, and there was no sound. Manager Zhen did not notice the needles until they were right in front of him.

He swung his sword to defend himself, but only managed to block two or three needles; the rest pierced his body with pinpoint accuracy.

The silver needles are so small that once they are inserted into the body, even the needle tip cannot be found.

Manager Zhen stopped what he was doing and felt the changes in his body.

Logically speaking, it's just a few fine needles, not even a drop of blood was drawn, so there shouldn't be any problem.

But he gradually realized that something was wrong with his body.

His right hand was numb, and his leg, which had an old injury, also started to hurt.

In addition, I felt an inexplicable tightness in my chest, as if I couldn't breathe.