Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 123 Exhausting these bastards to death

Many people knew about the beating that happened to Scarface last night, which is why the news of her brother's arrest reached her ears.

She had planned all morning that as soon as the master got up, she would rush over to beg him to think of a way to rescue her brother.

But she didn't know that her master had given the order to get rid of the scoundrel last night. If she had known, she would have been quite surprised.

Of course, no one told her, so she was kept in the dark. She rushed to the mansion excitedly, but before she even entered, she heard news that shattered her world: her husband, Scarface, had been assassinated last night, and Scarface's wife, whom she hated with a passion, had also been silenced.
She stood there, completely stunned, as if struck by lightning.

"Your name is He Lan, right?"

Fujita Sosuke had no time to care about her feelings and asked with a stern face, "I'm asking you, since you are his concubine, why don't you live with him?"

The Kuomintang's spies love to train beautiful female spies. These spies may appear delicate and charming on the surface, but in reality, they are all ruthless and vicious, like roses with knives that can kill!

He Lan wiped away her tears. Faced with the old lady's question, how could she not answer? She sobbed as she replied, "The first wife wouldn't let me stay here, so the master arranged for me to stay in a small courtyard outside."

Fujita Sosuke and Ono Oda exchanged glances, and Ono Oda nodded slightly, indicating that he was not lying.

The records show that Scarface's first wife was very jealous, and it was impossible for his concubine to live in the mansion.

However, it was precisely because of this that they were indirectly saved.

Given the killer's ruthless methods, if they had lived here, they might all have been silenced.

"Hands out."

I picked them up and examined them. The skin on both hands was smooth, and there were no calluses on the tiger's mouth, palms, and fingers.

Fujita Sousuke was somewhat disappointed that he did not see the result he wanted.

Do you know who your man has offended recently, or what he has done?

He Lan shook her head blankly: "Master doesn't usually tell me these things; only the First Madam knows."

Fujita Sosuke frowned. He knew nothing about this. What was the point of asking him?
However, he hadn't expected to get any information from her qualifications anyway, so he waved her aside and then the old butler started asking questions.

After consulting with several people, Fujita Sousuke was in a real headache.

Because Scarface has so many enemies; just in the vicinity of the overpass alone, there are too many enemies to count.

The only piece of information that's both relevant and not really relevant is that Scarface's underlings had a conflict with Cao Weida these past two days, and because of that, Scarface was called over by Tianyuan Nao and given a good beating.

"They really couldn't get any useful information out of him." Ono Oda shook his head, walked to the corpse, squatted down, and asked, "Takeda-kun, did you find anything? Is there any connection with that mysterious person?"

"Sir, it's hard to say." Naoto Takeda gently touched the wound on the corpse.
"The killer is very skilled with a knife. The blade is direct and decisive, killing with one strike. Judging from the shape of the blade, it should be a common dagger on the market. It is basically unrealistic to find the killer by relying on a dagger."

"The mysterious man's usual method of killing is to snap the neck directly, which is very different from this method of killing."

"Judging from the deceased's condition, the deceased did not resist at all before death. Logically speaking, if it were the mysterious person, wouldn't it have been simpler to just break the neck?"

"Moreover, the mysterious man always takes the body away after killing someone in the past. Last night, with such convenient conditions, the murderer did not do so, which is not in line with the mysterious man's usual style."

At this point, Naoto Takeda stood up and began to take off his gloves.

"The house was cleaned very well, which shows that the person was very professional and did not leave any usable clues."

"This is somewhat similar to the professionalism of that mysterious person, so we cannot rule out whether it was the mysterious person who did it, but any qualified agent could do it."

Fujita Sousuke's forehead veins throbbed as he spoke a lot, but it was all for naught—completely useless!
"but."

Fujita Sousuke hurriedly asked, "But what?"

Naoto Takeda reached to the side, and his assistant brought him a document. "It rained last night, and the ground was muddy. Although the murderer was cautious, he still left some traces."

We found the killer's footprints in the garden. Based on the length, depth, and indentation of the footprints, we estimated the killer to be approximately 1.8 meters tall and weigh approximately 110 kilograms.

"Such standards are rare in Beiping. Here is the information; I hope it will help you catch the murderer."

There is a certain proportional relationship between a person's height and the length of their footprint. The principle is that there is a certain regularity in the ratio of the human body's limbs to its height. As a mark of the feet, the length of a footprint can indirectly reflect the approximate range of the lower limbs and the overall height.

For example, the height of an adult male is approximately 6.876 times the length of his footprint.

Weight can be inferred from the depth and size of footprints. People with greater weight will leave deeper footprints on softer surfaces due to their center of gravity, and the arches and heels will be more pronounced, resulting in a larger overall area of ​​impact on the footprint.

Based on this, one can roughly determine the range of a person's weight.

"Yoshi, Takeda-kun, you've worked hard!" Fujita Sousuke finally smiled after hearing some rare good news.

Although this case may not necessarily be related to the mysterious person, he will investigate it thoroughly as long as there is even the slightest hope.

After all, nobody wants a sword hanging over their head at any moment, and who knows when it might suddenly fall and kill them?
The best and safest solution, of course, is to remove the sword.

This was not only his opinion; all the Japanese and traitors in Beiping thought so.

"Ono-kun, Fujita-kun." Cao Weida ran in breathlessly, not even needing to show his ID at the door, and the guard even gave him a friendly smile.

"Cao Sang, how did things go?"

Cao Weida ran up to him and whispered, "Don't worry, Ono-kun, everything has been taken care of. The ashes have been scattered. There will be absolutely no clues."

Those damn Japanese devils deserve to be treated like this, so that you'll have nowhere to be buried even after you die!

"Yoshi, Cao-san, you handled it very well."

Look, even the Japanese themselves say it's good.
"Ono-kun, are there any clues here?"

Upon hearing this, Ono Oda glanced at the information, then at Cao Weida, and secretly shook his head. The height wasn't that different, but 110 kilograms...
Fujita Sousuke asked curiously from the side, "Cao-san, why are you so concerned about these things?"

"Ahem. Well," Cao Weida glanced at Ono Oda, hesitating and unsure how to answer.

Ono Oda chuckled and whispered to Fujita Sosuke, "I asked him some questions this morning. He's probably worried that the mysterious person will come after him. After all, he's been quite close to us, and he's got that kind of guts."

Upon hearing this, Fujita Sosuke could understand. Although Cao Wei Da had now aligned himself with them and was quite arrogant and domineering, his cowardly and fearful nature remained unchanged. His reputation as a coward was well-deserved.
He suppressed a laugh and said, "Don't worry, Cao Sang, we will do everything we can to ensure your safety."

"Moreover, Ono-kun is right, you don't really meet the assassination criteria of the mysterious man."

He and Ono Oda exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's meaning. Cao Weida was their cash cow and moneybag, so in the future, whenever there was anything involving doing bad things, they had to try their best to keep Cao Weida away from suspicion.

If I were to do something that is morally reprehensible to China, and then attract the attention of the mysterious person and be eliminated, then it would be a great loss.

If Cao Wei Da knew what they were thinking, he would probably burst out laughing. Damn it, if killing you wasn't more of a disadvantage than an advantage for me, you would have become one of my KPIs long ago!

Ono Oda picked up the conversation and said:

"By the way, Sang Liuji has now gloriously sacrificed himself for the great goal of 'Central Asian Co-prosperity.' You used to be the patrol captain of their team, but it was just a nominal position. Now that he has sacrificed himself, you have to take over his work, calm people down as soon as possible, and ensure the stability of public order in the area under your jurisdiction."

"Also, here's some information that might be connected to the mysterious person. Take a copy back and alert the patrol officers below. If they spot any suspicious individuals, arrest them immediately!"

Cao Weida feigned curiosity as he took the information, and after reading it, he exclaimed with delight, "Ono-kun, with this information, catching the murderer will be much easier! There aren't many people who meet these criteria!"

These days, due to shortages of supplies, tiring life, and other reasons, being 1.74 meters tall is already considered quite good.

During this period, the average height of men in Beiping was between 168 and 171 cm, and they were generally thin.

According to the information, a height of 180 cm and a weight of 110 kg are definitely rare.

“Yes,” Ono Oda said, completely letting his guard down after confirming that Cao Weida was not the murderer they were looking for. “Although we are not sure if the murderer is the mysterious man, it is at least a clue. If the mysterious man is really the murderer, he will have no chance to hide this time!”

"Yes! If we can capture the mysterious man, then Ono-kun and Fujita-kun will have made a great contribution!" Cao Weida flattered, but secretly chuckled to himself.

With his top-notch criminal investigation skills and masterful light-footed agility, how could he possibly leave such an obvious flaw for the Japanese devils?

These were merely clues he deliberately left behind.

The Japanese surveyors knew what they were talking about, and he naturally knew it all too, even more so than those surveyors.

The footprints in the flowerbed were deliberately left by him. He used his martial arts skills to increase the force of his landing when he jumped down, and he also carried something to add weight, all to confuse their vision and focus their attention on the fictitious murderer.

In this way, he could do his utmost to ensure the safety of Kuomintang and Red Party personnel in Beiping.

Let them search all they want, exhaust those bastards, and make sure they get nothing in the end!

(End of this chapter)