The mastermind behind the scenes couldn't wait to extend their evil hand to this innocent family and ruthlessly murdered them.
Otherwise, according to the original plan, Qin Qianluo and Lin Fu would have to endure a long period of anxious waiting before they could embark on this journey of pursuit.
They knew time was of the essence; every minute and every second mattered in whether the truth would come to light.
Qin Qianluo quickly turned around, her steps hurried yet orderly, and efficiently packed her belongings.
Soon, they gathered a squad of elite soldiers, each accompanied by their trusted followers.
The soldiers were clad in heavy armor, which gleamed with a cold metallic sheen in the wind, and the spears and blades in their hands flashed with a chilling light.
They stood in neat rows, their postures upright like pine trees, their gazes firm, awaiting the order to depart.
As the command to "set off" pierced the sky, everyone mounted their horses and galloped off towards their destination with thunderous hooves.
In the dead of winter, the howling north wind swept in without any cover, like sharp knives cutting heavily into everyone's faces, causing unbearable pain.
The trees along the way were all bare, trembling in the gale, as if lamenting the injustice of the world.
The snow on both sides of the road was kicked up by the horses' hooves and then quickly fell back down, splashing up layers of snow mist.
Despite the biting cold that made their hands and feet numb, and their breath instantly freezing into frost on their eyebrows and eyelashes, the excitement in everyone's hearts burned like a raging fire.
Thinking that the truth would soon be revealed, their eyes were filled with determination and anticipation, and their burning belief was enough to withstand the harshness of the winter.
After a long and arduous journey, the group finally arrived at the magistrate's burial site.
It was a remote valley surrounded by towering peaks covered in snow, like silent guardians.
Only a narrow path winds its way in, with jagged rocks on both sides, resembling menacing monsters.
A deathly stillness permeated the valley, occasionally punctuated by the low growls of unknown wild beasts, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
Qin Qianluo immediately spotted the corpse lying in the snow.
Fortunately, it was winter, and the location was in a remote, uninhabited mountain area, so the body did not decompose but was frozen solid by the cold temperature.
The magistrate's face still retained the expression of unbearable pain he had before his death, his eyes wide open, filled with resentment.
Upon seeing this, Qin Qianluo dismounted, her movements swift yet composed.
She quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and gently brushed away the snow covering the magistrate.
Qin Qianlu squatted down, her knees sinking slightly into the soft snow. The biting cold quickly penetrated her clothes, but it did not distract her at all.
Her gaze was like a sharp scalpel, sweeping over the magistrate's corpse inch by inch, her brows furrowing tightly into a deep frown.
The body in front of me had a smooth and flat surface, without any damage, bruises or wounds.
Each test result was like a cold wall, blocking her path of exploration and causing the confusion in her heart to surge like a tide.
After a brief moment of thought, Qin Qianluo remained calm, as if nothing had happened.
She casually reached into the old but meticulously packed backpack.
In reality, it involved taking out several pairs of gloves with a special texture from inside the space.
These gloves are made of a strange material that is both tough and lightweight, and has a unique texture that you can feel when you touch it.
She took out several pairs of gloves and handed them to Lin Fu. Her arms moved naturally and smoothly, and there was no hesitation in her eyes, as if she were doing something very ordinary.
Then, she picked up a pair, her fingers deftly moving between them, and quickly demonstrated how to wear them.
Her gaze was focused on the gloves, and her slightly lowered eyes made it impossible to discern the myriad thoughts hidden within them; only her earnest expression revealed her concentration at that moment.
After demonstrating, she immediately bent down and resumed examining the corpses of the county magistrate's family. Her expression was solemn, and every subtle change in her expression revealed the seriousness in her heart.
Her fingers gently brushed over the family members' clothes and skin, not missing a single wrinkle or any abnormality.
Seeing Qin Qianluo and Lin Fu's actions, others followed suit.
They hurriedly picked up the gloves, their fingers awkwardly moving between them due to unfamiliarity with them.
Sometimes the gloves got stuck in the folds, and sometimes I almost tore them because I used too much force. It took a lot of effort before I finally managed to put the gloves on, albeit clumsily.
Following Qin Qianluo's silent instructions, they tacitly dispersed, each heading in a different direction to carefully examine their surroundings.
Their eyes darted across the snow, trees, and rocks, leaving no corner unchecked that might conceal clues.
Every protruding rock and every broken branch became a target for their search.
Qin Qianluo returned to the county magistrate's corpse and slowly squatted down, seemingly isolated from the surrounding noise.
The whole world seemed to consist only of her and the corpse before her that carried the secret.
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