Chapter 450
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In front of him was a smell so strong that it made one's scalp tingle. The pungent smell of gunpowder, charcoal, and the stench of human flesh and blood being torn apart mixed together in the hot and humid air. It was tyrannical and cruel, stinging enough to make one want to vomit.
Weeping, fear, lamenting, and wailing filled his ears. They were like knives that pierced his eardrums, stabbing into the softest and most painful parts of his body, causing his internal organs to turn into a mess and blood to flow like a river.
Xiahou Qing dismounted from the horse's back. With a pale face and an indifferent expression, he passed through the mournful crowd that had lost their family members and friends in the explosion. Under Jiusi's guidance, he stopped in front of the wreckage of the carriage that had been shattered into several pieces.
In the summer breeze, the black brocade in front of him fluttered behind him, making his face even paler. Only his lips were bright red.
He asked, "Where is she?"
Even someone as calm and indifferent as Jiu Si found it difficult to summon up the courage to look around again. The firecracker workshop was still burning. The raging flames emitted black smoke into the sky, obscuring the image of the bright sun. An artisan desperately trying to escape from the workshop did not receive the blessings of the God of Fate. He was blown to pieces at the door, and the delicate body of the young girl could not withstand a single blow. The broken axle scattered the remains of flesh everywhere.
There was only a broken hairpin embedded in the pitch-black pothole. The pattern of the hairpin was vivid and lifelike, and half of it was cracked.
He said with difficulty, "It's gone. It's all in pieces …"
Xiahou Qing immediately curled his lips into a sneer and said coldly, "It's all in pieces. How can you prove it's her? You've been by my side for many years. Can't you tell it's just a smokescreen? How can you believe it so easily? Jiu Si, let's go home. "
Jiu Si said again, "A broken golden hairpin was found on the ground. It looks like … the one Lady Ning usually wears."
The sneer on Xiahou Qing's face deepened, and his voice became hoarser. "Anyone can imitate a golden hairpin. It's also possible that she accidentally lost it or stole it. This scheme is so clumsy. You want me to believe that the dead person is her based on a golden hairpin? Ridiculous!"
Heaven's Inquisition, who had been squatting at the crime scene and carefully searching, suddenly found something in the broken palm that was still intact. He hurriedly called out, "There's something in this palm, quickly help me dig it out."
Hui Mo answered and took out the thing with the help of the dissecting knife. After wiping off the ashes and skin fragments, he was stunned. A strong sour smell rushed to the tip of his nose, and his eyes turned red on the spot. With trembling hands, he slowly placed the hot object into Xiahou Qing's palm.
It was a piece of suet white jade of excellent quality. It had been carved into the shape of a swimming fish by the hands of a master. It felt smooth to the touch. On his sixteenth birthday, his father had carefully selected it as a birthday gift for him. It meant that the fish had a shallow bottom and was free to become a dragon. He was very fond of it, so he had carried it with him for many years, until that unexpected night four months ago, when he met a cunning woman who was as cunning as a fox, and then she took him away.
Xiahou Qing slightly curved his lips and smiled, like a fish gently kissing the water. "Oh, I didn't expect that she had been wearing it all this time. I don't know when she started to have ideas about this Shizi."
Then his heart was torn, and he spat out another mouthful of blood from his throat. He stiffly fell to the back.
"Shizi!"
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