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    Framing murder

    While King Jiang was hesitating, Qin Zhi’s heart could not fall any further.

    He calmly took in King Jiang’s expression, touched it carefully, and then filled in the gaps in his suspicion.

    “Rong Gu, think about it and I will give you an answer tomorrow.” King Jiang finally did not refuse directly, and Qin Zhi was too “sensible” to ask any more.

    “Your Majesty.” A faint smile appeared on Qin Zhi’s face, as if he didn’t care about the king’s rejection.

    “If I did something really wrong, would Your Majesty kill me?”

    This question sounds wrong at first glance.

    Although King Jiang was displeased, he patiently coaxed him: “Don’t do anything stupid, sir. I will give you a satisfactory answer. As for the few people in the Penal Department Prison, I have ordered them to go down. Their lives are safe for the time being.”

    Qin Zhi heard this and sneered slightly, more like laughing at himself.

    “In this case, I would like to thank Your Majesty for your kindness in advance, and I will trust Your Majesty once and come back tomorrow. I…resign…”

    King Jiang saw that Qin Zhi’s departure was not as confident and graceful as before. He looked a bit like a bereaved dog leaving the scene, embarrassed and sad.

    After all, it is an easy-to-use chess piece, and he is well served on the dragon bed. He is also so forthright and righteous, which is rare in these troubled times.It would be a pity indeed if he really gave it up.

    The light in King Jiang’s eyes flickered for a moment, and his heart was like the handsome flag fluttering firmly, being blown away by the wind.

    Qin Zhi did not wait for King Jiang’s reply.

    Some things are too coincidental, and they may not be coincidences.

    That night, he walked aimlessly on the road, trying to find some clues about the violinist, but he met a drunk Han Hao who came to provoke him.

    “Do you know why those brothers of yours… didn’t care about tying me up?” Han Hao smelled of alcohol and his cheeks were dazzlingly red. Qin Zhi looked upset and his anger gradually rose.

    “Because… I had someone set the fire that burned Qiao Heng’s body, hahahaha…”

    Qin Zhi looked at him steadily and clenched his fists.

    “Also, do you know why Qiao Heng committed suicide?”

    Without waiting for Qin Zhi’s answer, Han Hao continued to be crazy and said to himself, “Because, I told him that Jingzhu was from the Wei State, and letters about his collaboration with the enemy and treason were found on his body. If he does not die, not only will you fall out of favor, you and your brothers,They will all be made prisoners again and sentenced to death.Only…only if he dies and everything is over, you will be safe.I can even help him and steal Jingzhu’s body after his death to help you completely eliminate the hidden danger…”

    “Guess what! Hahaha…” Han Hao walked carelessly, walking staggeringly as he spoke, and unknowingly arrived at the entrance of an alley.

    “He really believed it! I really… I have never seen such a stupid person… haha…”

    Han Hao burped, and tried his best to open his blurred eyes wider. His chest hurt in the next breath, and then his whole body flew backwards and fell backwards with a “bang”.

    Qin Zhi stepped closer and asked in a low voice, “What about the piano master? Did you kill him too? Did you steal the body too?”

    “Musician?” Han Hao’s chest vibrated with pain, but he still remembered to stimulate the other person, as if Qin knew he was not happy, so he would be happy.

    “That bitch, I asked him to go find Qiao Heng with a letter of treason and treason, and frame it for that fool. Who knows that bitch is soft-hearted and refuses to do anything. I can only give him a ride. It’s useless for you to hit me. Everything is a foregone conclusion. You can only vent your anger like this, hahahaha…”

    Qin Zhi did not move forward. He just looked at Han Hao coldly, calmer than ever.

    However, a small object did slip out of his sleeve, which seemed to be a pen.

    He held the pen in his hand and waited for Han Hao to continue.

    “Where is Jingzhu’s body?”

    Han Hao regained his composure, and stood up slowly, holding his heart, “I thought that fool was pitiful, and I planned to steal it and burn it, but who knew he lost it.”

    “Are you sure you lost it? You didn’t lose it on purpose?” Qin Zhi’s voice was deep, as if he had been suppressing it for a long time.

    “It’s lost. What does it have to do with me…” Han Hao’s eyes were innocent, and Qin Zhi’s eyes seemed to be loose. Suddenly Han Hao curled his lips, pointed at Qin Zhi and fell back with a smile, “You believe whatever I say. Look, you and that idiot Qiao Heng are really the same thing hahaha…”

    Han Hao was still laughing, but Qin Zhi was getting closer and closer to him.

    When they were only one step apart, Qin Zhi suddenly raised his right arm and swung it to the left – a bloody mark was left on Han Hao’s neck!

    “How dare you attack me!!…” Han Hao covered his neck in disbelief, and finally showed a panicked expression on his face, but soon discovered that the scar left by Qin Zhi was only a layer of blood.

    “It turns out it’s just a warning. General Yuen Long is just a…”

    Before he finished speaking, Qin Zhi’s eyes widened at the same time as his. The wound on Han Hao’s neck suddenly opened, and blood spattered all over Qin Zhi’s face. Qin Zhi turned his head and saw something under the moonlight. He immediately chased to the right and jumped to the wall of the alley in a few steps. He looked at it for a long time. It was not until the sound of falling to the ground came from behind that he came back to his senses. At this time, Han Hao still made a strange “gurgling” sound in his throat, and he died within a few seconds.

    Qin Zhi silently jumped down and walked closer to check Han Hao’s pulse. As expected, he was already hopeless.

    At the same time, panicked shouts came from the alley, “Qin Zhi, what are you going to do to my son!!!”

    Han Zhong’s eyelids twitched when he learned that his son was drunk and had not returned home, and that his servants had lost him.

    He called some people and went out to look for his son himself, and then he encountered the scene just now.

    When Qin Zhi saw Han Zhong, he felt that everything was too coincidental, so he simply stood up and said, “He is dead. He was not killed by me.”

    “What did you say?!” Han Zhong shook his hands to confirm Han Hao’s breathing, and then gave the order, “Come here, search him!”

    Qin Zhi did not resist, and soon a wolf-hair pen was found and handed to Han Zhong.

    Han Zhong turned it around in his hand and saw a small, inconspicuous bulge at the end of the pen. He pressed it lightly and a one-inch-long thin blade popped out with a “swipe” sound.

    “You dare to quibble after killing my son!” Han Zhong’s canthus was cracked and his eyes were bloodshot. “Here comes someone! Tie him up and take my son to the Criminal Department!”

    Banxia novel, a lot of fun

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