The woman, wearing linen clothes, ran towards Jiang Yuzhu in a panic. She was so flustered that she tripped over a stone by the river.
The woman fell to the ground because she didn't stand firmly. Her palm was scratched and bleeding. She got up quickly, but she walked with a limp because she twisted her ankle.
"Kindhearted person, save me!"
After doing several movements in succession, the woman's forehead was sweating. She wiped it with her sleeve, but she was still in shock and couldn't recover for a long time.
"Don't be impatient, Auntie. Take your time and talk."
Jiang Yuzhu and Xie Zhao exchanged a glance. After receiving her confirmation, she took two steps forward to support the woman and patiently asked, "Although we are just passing by, we are all kind-hearted people. If you encounter any difficulties, please feel free to tell us."
Under normal circumstances, Jiang Yuzhu never meddles in other people's affairs.
On this journey, our side planned to divert attention and create a gap between us and the caravan that was transporting food and fodder ahead of us, so we would inevitably be delayed on the road.
The woman's request was right in front of her, which was exactly what she wanted.
Faced with inquiries, the woman was covered in dust and dirt. She slowly turned her head and stared at Jiang Yuzhu. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out for a long time.
The woman was anxious and her face showed a bit of anxiety.
“The people in our village…”
The woman was so frightened that she stammered and trembled uncontrollably.
Jiang Yuzhu asked the strong Hong Jin to carry the woman on his back and lead the way, while she and Xie Zhao followed closely behind with a few men.
The sun sets in the west, the setting sun is blood-red, and the sky is a streak of blood-red.
Crows were circling in the air, occasionally letting out shrill screams.
The group followed the direction the woman pointed and determined that she lived in a nearby village.
Inside the official road, there is a flat mountain with lush vegetation.
The further you go in, the more you smell not only the smell of damp and rotting grass and trees, but also an inexplicable stench.
As a forensic doctor in her previous life, Jiang Yuzhu knew very well what this smell meant. She took out a mask from her sleeve pocket and covered her mouth and nose to suppress the urge to vomit.
Realizing something was wrong, Xie Zhao winked at his men.
The subordinate understood and immediately pushed aside the grass that was more than one meter high and went around to the village to explore the way.
The woman was still frightened. When the village was mentioned, her body trembled violently and she resisted inexplicably.
Apart from instinctively calling for help, the woman could not utter any more words.
After about an incense stick of time, the group arrived at the village entrance.
Unlike ordinary villages, there is a small thatched pavilion at the entrance of the village, and next to the pavilion there is a stone tablet with the words "Xiahe Village" engraved on it.
Xie Zhao stared at the stone tablet with deep eyes.
Before the group entered the village, several of Xie Zhao's men ran out of the village, their faces livid.
One of them tried to speak but couldn't help but run to the bushes and made a retching sound.
The stench in the village was so strong that even Xie Zhao, who was usually calm, couldn't help but frown, feeling quite uncomfortable.
"quack!"
The crows circled low in the sky and scattered, leaving bird droppings all over the ground.
The woman finally came to her senses and burst into tears: "What should I do? The whole village of more than a hundred people have been killed by bandits!"
Walking further in, there were corpses lying all over the path leading to the village.
The corpse was soaked in almost dried blood, with its eyes wide open and bulging, as if it had died with its eyes open.
Strong men, women, old men and even children of a few years old were not spared by the murderous clutches.
Faced with such a tragic scene, even those who had been stained with blood for years could not say a word and remained silent.
Who on earth could have such a deep hatred that he would kill innocent and unarmed civilians?
Some of the people in Xiahe Village died in their houses, some lay face up in the yard, and some collapsed on the way back from farm work.
There was blood everywhere, Xie Zhao frowned, his expression became more solemn.
Seeing the body split in two, Xie Zhao stepped forward and stood in front of Jiang Yuzhu, holding her in his arms and said, "Yuzhu, don't be afraid. Everything is up to you."
Jiang Yuzhu stared blankly at the gloves she had brought with her and swallowed the words that were going to hit Xie Zhao.
This is her area of expertise, and she is not afraid of it.
Although it was the first time she saw so many corpses, Jiang Yuzhu remained calm.
He was so good at it in his previous life that every step of the autopsy seemed to be engraved into his bones.
"Yuanhe, I can protect you too."
After thinking it over again and again, Jiang Yuzhu expressed it tactfully, and pulled herself out of Xie Zhao's arms and stood in front of Xie Zhao.
She used her actions to show that she was not afraid, and by the way, she checked the time of death of the villagers, but this move was misunderstood by Xie Zhao.
Xie Zhao's heart suddenly felt bittersweet, and he said quietly, "I've been the Jingzhao Yin for several years and have handled countless cases. How could I be afraid of these things?"
Here, the woman was already sitting on a big rock, wiping her tears with a handkerchief. "My daughter Cuihua got married and gave birth to a child. Our village is a day's journey from Xiahe Village. I brought some produce from the village to visit Cuihua, but who knew that when I returned to the village,..."
All the people are gone!
The woman's husband and son were all lying in a pool of blood.
Seeing this scene, she was heartbroken, and worried that the bandits would come back and continue the massacre, so she subconsciously ran to the official road to call for help.
"If I hadn't left the village, I would have..."
The woman hugged her arms and cried loudly, and finally she couldn't breathe. It was obvious that she was extremely sad.
Xie Zhao asked about the situation in Xiahe Village, and the woman told him everything in detail.
The afterglow of the setting sun faded away and it was already evening.
It was just getting dark and the vision was blurry.
Everyone went to the villagers' homes to find oil lamps and candles for lighting, and continued to count the number of people in preparation for reporting to the authorities.
The woman was taken away to rest. Jiang Yuzhu looked at the wounds on several corpses and said, "There's something strange."
Xie Zhao stood aside with his arms folded, his expression extremely calm. He raised the corner of his mouth and whispered, "Did the Madam notice it too?"
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