Li Shu is five feet and seven inches tall, and in a world with an average height of about five feet, he stands out. If he wants to lift him upside down without causing any damage on his body, the murderer must be at least six feet tall.

Of course, I don’t need to mention the three main suspects, Black Lianhuan is also shorter than Li Shu.

Only Long Er, who is seven feet tall, stands among the crowd like a flagpole and can be seen at a glance.

Currently, in Damazhan, he seems to be the only one who has the ability to fly over the eaves and walls and can cause similar scars on Li Shu's ankle.

"It's a pity that this is just a guess and is not a solid proof." I said.

"So what if there is ironclad evidence? Can we still kill Long Er?" Lao Ao shook his head and sighed.

"Who said that you can't kill?"

Zhang Heng's voice came coldly.

I was shocked and felt that things were going to be bad.

Have to stop him!

I ran up the second floor in a hurry, only to see Zhang Heng's back holding the knife.

"Thief, there are many people outside, but in this big horse store, our brothers are powerful, and I think I dare not take action?"

After scolding him hard, Zhang Hengfei kicked the door.

With a loud bang, the door opened in response.

Zhang Heng paused slightly and rushed into Long Er's house.

I'm in trouble. Once the war with the bandits starts in full swing, the big horse will definitely flow into a river of blood.

Even if we can win, how many stadiumers will die?

It's not worth it.

But... the expected fight did not sound.

After Zhang Heng rushed into the room, he had less than one breath and jumped out.

Looking at his expression, I was quite surprised.

What happened in the room?

When I ran over and saw it, my heart suddenly felt like I was overturned with the five flavor bottle.

Long Er sat on the ground, his face facing us, showing a ferocious expression.

Dead!

What's strange is that he was actually hanging - a thick rope was hung from the beam of the house, putting it around Long Er's neck, hanging him, so that he could maintain a "sitting" position.

The height of the entire room is only more than seven feet. With Long Er's figure, you can touch the beam with your hand.

Such a tall person, hanging himself in such a short house, makes people feel inexplicably absurd.

"I didn't kill anyone." After a while, Zhang Heng said.

"It can be seen." I said.

I can see, but what do the people next to me say?

The corridor that was empty just now was once again full of people, and rumors spread everywhere with whispers.

"The second in commander of Qinglong Village is dead."

"Who did it?"

"The head of Xu Jiahao..."

"Give my second brother my life back!" A roar suddenly, and a huge figure rushed over from the other side of the corridor.

Dragon Three!

If Dragon 2 grows to a height, then Dragon 3 develops to a horizontal direction. A person almost blocks two-thirds of the corridor and charges, and the people in the corridor quickly stick to the wall.

Long Er rushed to Zhang Heng and hit his side shoulder.

"When I'm afraid you won't?"

Zhang Heng did not avoid or block, but he actually collided with him.

With two bangs, Zhang Heng flew back three feet back. After landing, he rubbed the floor and slid several feet before he could stabilize his body.

Dragon and San fists hit each other, making a terrifying roar.

Zhang Heng also made a gesture and prepared to fight back.

The war is about to break out!

Bang bang, bang, bang bang.

At the critical moment, a strange-tempo metal knock sounded.

Bang bang, bang bang, bang.

Long San gradually calmed down.

Looking at the sound, it turned out that Long Yi was knocking on his finger.

"Didn't you do it?" Long San seemed to have received some message and suddenly relaxed, "I'll say it earlier, I'll waste my energy."

"I wanted to leave before I finished the fight, did I agree?" Zhang Heng had no intention of truce.

"Hey, do you want to hit?" Long San raised his fist.

Seeing that the war that had just subsided was about to be reignited, I didn't even think about it and shouted anxiously: "Boss Zhang, Long Er is not the murderer."

"Is Long Er a murderer? Why?" Zhang Heng asked loudly.

I saw his clothes slightly swelling, his hair was rising without wind, and he was obviously brewing a big move.

In order to deal with Long San, who was as powerful as a siege, Zhang Heng also fought hard.

"Because...I...I'm still thinking..." I also shouted.

Smoke began to come out of Zhang Heng's body, which was a symbol of the accumulation of skills to the peak.

"Did you think of it? I can't control my huddles..."

In the end, Zhang Henglian's tone of speaking changed.

"It's almost...it's almost..." Various pictures quickly walked through my mind.

"ah!"

Zhang Heng roared and rushed out like a cannonball.

"Scratch!" At the critical moment, I said the point. "Scratch is wrong!"

"Oh?" Zhang Heng's expression changed, he jogged for a few steps, and his skills were dissipated.

Fortunately, I thought about it in time.

I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The size of the palms of ordinary people is not too far apart, so it is difficult to judge who made the hand from the scratches; but Long Er is different. He is seven feet tall and his fingers are three inches long, so the scratches must be unique."

"Really?" Zhang Heng expressed doubts.

"Let's go see Li Shu's body." I decided to speak with facts.

Back in the first floor lobby, I stretched out my five fingers and gently pinched Li Shu's neck. I could see the purple-black marks on my neck, which basically matched the positions of the five fingers.

I asked Zhang Heng to try it myself, and the results were almost the same.

"Rong Er's fingers are very long, so I'll use a cloth strip instead."

I used five fine cloths to represent Long Er's fingers and pressed the neck of the corpse.

The cloth strip went straight to the back of the cervical vertebra.

"I saw it. If it was Long Er's hand, the marks would wrap around the entire neck."

"It's really not Long Er." Zhang Heng touched the back of his head and said, "But why did Long Er commit suicide?"

"Suicide?" I frowned.

"Nonsense." Long San said, "Even if my second brother really kills someone, there is no need to commit suicide."

"Don't you believe it?" Zhang Heng grinned, "I don't talk nonsense, you can go and take a look."

A group of people returned to Long Er's room.

"You go in and check the window yourself." Zhang Heng said.

Long San decisively entered the house and groped through the windows one by one.

All windows are locked from the inside.

There are also door latches broken into two pieces on the ground.

The doors and windows were all locked, which means that before Zhang Heng broke through the door and entered, this place was a completely secret room!

Could it be that Long Er really committed suicide by hanging himself?

"Impossible!" Long San roared angrily and punched out heavily. The gravel fell down and a big pit appeared on the brick wall.

"A bandit can commit suicide because of crime? Funny." Zhang Heng shook his head.

"Who did it? Who did it?" Long San glared at the audience outside the gate, "Black Lianhuan? Golden Eye Biao? Are you?"

"Do you want to fight?" Jin Yanbiao smiled.

Long San was about to attack, but at this time, a strange knock sound appeared again.

Bang, bang, bang bang...

"Boy." After hearing the knocking sound, Long San turned around and said to me, "My second brother definitely did not commit suicide. If you can find out who the murderer is, I will give you a great benefit."

“What are the benefits?”

"One life!"
Chapter completed!