Border Soldier: My fiancée snatched credit and broke off the engagement, so I promptly became a marq

The bloodstains on the back wall of the west warehouse were very fresh.

The snow hasn't covered it yet.

Half a glove lay against the wall, the little finger missing.

There was still heat inside the gloves.

Yan Heng had someone wrap it in cloth.

This indicates that the square-faced man had only been gone a short time.

The blood dragged from the base of the wall to the edge of the ditch, but stopped halfway.

It's not that the bleeding has stopped.

Someone covered it with snow.

It was covered in a hurry, and the snow surface was still bulging.

Zhou Tie used the scabbard to pry it open, revealing two drops of blood underneath.

"Someone helped him clean up the mess."

Yan Heng nodded.

"And it wasn't cleaned properly."

Zhou Tie picked it up, glanced at it, and cursed, "Square-faced."

Yan Heng squatted down and looked at the bloodstains on the wall.

The blood didn't just drip out.

Instead, it splashed a patch at the base of the wall and then dragged a few feet to the west.

It's like someone got slashed here and then dragged away.

Lu Shuangyi asked, "Where is the body?"

No one answered.

There were no bodies.

Only blood and gloves.

After Han Wenshan's personal guards were temporarily handed over to the command of the troops, the camp was in chaos for a while.

But the square-faced captain was nowhere to be found, Liang Qi was nowhere to be found, and the grain keeper's coachman was nowhere to be found either.

All three survivors disappeared at the same time.

This is no longer a coincidence.

Yan Heng ordered someone to check the snow marks outside the wall.

The snow marks are messy.

There were traces of two people dragging one person.

It was mixed with wheels.

Ma Liu was unable to walk and was carried to the wall.

He only glanced at the tire tracks.

"Car."

"It's not a grain cart."

"It looks like a garbage truck."

Zhou Tie was stunned for a moment.

"A swill truck?"

Old Chai's expression changed.

"The garbage truck used by the kitchen staff to empty swill?"

Ma Liu nodded.

"Narrow wheels, short axle".

"You can get past the back wall of the west warehouse."

Old Chai immediately turned around.

"Swill inspection truck!"

Han Wenshan said coldly, "You're even investigating swill now?"

Chen Mu did not come.

But his wooden sign was delivered.

There are only four characters on it.

The dirty car was hiding dirt.

Du Song's eye twitched when he saw those four words.

He had probably never seen such a crude judgment in military law in his entire life.

It may be crude, but it's useful.

The swill cart belonging to Huotouying was quickly found.

The car was parked at the entrance of Nangou.

The stench was unbearable.

Nobody usually wants to get close to this car.

Even the patrolling soldiers avoided it.

Old Chai, however, was familiar with it.

He could tell from the knot in the rope on the handlebars that it wasn't tied by one of his own people.

"We cooks tie double knots."

"This is a dead end."

Ma Liu immediately said, "The Black Tiger Camp always ties their horses like this."

Zhou Tie glanced at him.

"You even know that?"

Ma Liu winced in pain.

"I've been chased by the Black Tiger Battalion before, how could I not know?"

The two cooks covered their noses, their faces turning green.

Old Chai, however, did not mind.

He opened the first bucket.

It was all swill.

The second bucket, too.

A blood-stained garment was found under the third bucket.

The person in the blood-stained clothes had a square face.

There was also a wooden plaque tucked inside his clothes.

Grain treasury entry and exit pass.

Yan Heng picked out the wooden plaque.

"Grain Bureau Plaque".

Ji Yunzhou immediately wrote it down.

Old Chai went to check under the car again.

A strip of cloth was stuck in the crevice under the car.

There are two characters on the strip of cloth.

Liang Qi.

It wasn't written.

It was torn from the roster.

He Wenbai's expression changed immediately when he saw the strip of cloth.

"This is the roster of the review team."

Liang Qi's name was torn off.

Someone wanted Liang Qi to disappear from the review team's roster.

This is the same thing as erasing the names of the dead from old military license plates.

Upon hearing the report, Chen Mu only asked, "Is Fang Lian dead?"

Yan Heng said, "No body has been found."

"Then investigate based on the survivors."

Han Wenshan said calmly, "With so much blood, he won't survive."

Chen Mu said, "Dead people don't run away."

"If there's no body, then it's not a dead person."

"Don't rush to die in his place."

That's a very strong statement.

Han Wenshan's face darkened.

Du Song immediately gave the order:

The square-faced captain is tasked with tracking down the missing persons.

Liang Qi pursued the fugitive witness.

The grain transport driver was investigated as a suspect in the case.

No one may report deaths in battle, accidents, or suicides out of fear of punishment without authorization.

Yan Heng added another point.

"The three families' household registration, military records, and ration records are all sealed off."

Han Wenshan looked at him.

Yan Heng said, "To prevent people from dying, and also to prevent their families from being silenced."

These words sent chills down the spines of several military law soldiers.

They all understood.

Han Wenshan could use Er Gou's family to suppress the fire station, and he could also use Fang Lian, Liang Qi, and the coachman's families to suppress the living.

Sealing off the family's property first is not an act of kindness.

It is to prevent the spread of the virus.

Du Song also wrote his own judgment.

Before the identities of the surviving suspects are determined, they must not be transferred to Bailang Pass.

Upon hearing this, Han Wenshan's eyes turned cold for a moment.

Because the route he was about to take was the one for transferring prisoners.

Upon hearing this, Chen Mu said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Du Song did not look at him.

"I'm not helping you."

"I'm afraid the case will fail on the way."

After saying this, Yan Heng also signed the supplementary document.

Ji Yunzhou then signed the document.

He Wenbo signed last.

The three sets of signatures were pressed together, forming a wall at first glance.

If Han Wenshan wants to take the person away, he has to dismantle this wall first.

Demolishing a wall is much more difficult than killing a square-faced person.

Chen Mu leaned back on the couch and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could catch his breath, Zhao Hong woke up.

These words blocked one of Han Wenshan's most frequently used routes.

There is no way to verify the truth since the dead are dead.

You can't just die like that now.

Just then, news came from Zhao Hong.

He woke up.

The poison wounds are still there, and he can't speak clearly, but he can move his hands.

Yan Heng immediately led his men to the dungeon.

Zhao Hong lay on the straw mat, his face ashen.

Zhao Chenglie knelt outside the wooden fence, his eyes bloodshot.

These past few days, he's felt like his bones have been removed.

In the past, what Zhao Chenglie feared most was losing face.

Now he's afraid his father will close his eyes, afraid he won't be able to ask a single question.

Zhao Hong saw the crowd and started scratching at the straw mat with his fingers.

Lin Qinghe handed him a piece of charcoal.

Zhao Hong couldn't hold it steady.

The characters he wrote were crooked and uneven.

弦。

Zhao Chenglie looked up abruptly.

"Balloon string?"

Zhao Hong nodded.

Write again.

Zhao.

Red.

梁。

After writing those three words, his whole body was shaking.

Yan Heng asked, "The Zhao family, the Red Iron Treasury, Liang Qi?"

Zhao Hong nodded.

Then he wrote another character.

grain.

When Chen Mu was carried in, Zhao Hong was almost exhausted.

Lin Qinghe lowered her voice: "I can only ask one question."

Chen Mu looked at Zhao Hong.

"Whose man is the Grain Commissioner?"

Zhao Hong paused, holding the charcoal in his hand.

Zhao Chenglie also held his breath.

Zhao Hong slowly wrote down two characters.

Han.

ask.

Before he could finish writing the third character, the charcoal broke.

Zhao Chenglie's face turned pale instantly.

He had always believed that his father sold the Han family to protect himself.

Now that I see the name "Han Wen," I realize that the Zhao family was just an old nail in Han Wen's camp.

When you use it, nail it into the wall.

Pull it out and throw it away when you're not using it.

Zhao Hong couldn't finish writing the third character, but he stared intently at Zhao Chenglie.

That look in his eyes wasn't meant to provoke him into revenge.

It's to tell him to stop covering for the Zhao family.

Zhao Chenglie knelt outside the wooden fence and whispered, "I'll remember."

Han Wenshan stood outside the prison door and said calmly, "He was poisoned and injured his throat; he may not be fully conscious."

Chen Mu did not turn around.

"So I'll write it down first."

Yan Heng made a rubbing of the characters on the straw mat.

Zhao, Chi, Liang, Liang, and Han asked.

Incomplete.

But the direction is already very clear.

The old crossbow string of the Zhao family, the red iron warehouse, Liang Qi, the grain officer, and Han Wenshan.

Several accounts were finally twisted into one.

Han Wenshan looked at the straw mat, and for the first time, a genuine killing intent appeared in his eyes.

It wasn't directed at Zhao Hong.

It was directed at Chen Mu.

Chen Mu sensed it.

He looked up.

"Deputy General Han."

You'd better not kill me now.

Han Wenshan sneered: "You're afraid too?"

"Afraid."

Chen Mu said, "But if I die, all these debts will fall on your shoulders."

"If I'm alive, you can still say I framed you."

These words silenced everyone in the cell.

Han Wenshan stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"Chen Mu, you are indeed smart."

"But even smart people die."

Chen Mu nodded.

"I'll write that down first."

Han Wenshan turned and left.

After he left, Zhao Hong suddenly grabbed Chen Mu's sleeve again.

He could no longer speak, and could only scratch Chen Mu's sleeve with charcoal ash.

One horizontal line.

A vertical line.

Another horizontal line.

The lame man isn't here.

But Ma Liu saw it.

His expression changed.

"This is the storage location."

"The storage location notation for the old grain depot".

Chen Mu looked at him.

Ma Liu swallowed.

"Not Xicang."

"It's the old Nancang."

The old Nancang warehouse has long been abandoned.

The account has been sealed for three years.

However, if the grain officer, Liang Qi, and Fang Lian all go around in that direction, it means that the old South Granary is not empty.

Chen Mu closed his eyes.

"Next stroke."

"Investigate the old southern granary."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a bell rang out from outside.

It was not an enemy attack.

It is a military law bell.

Du Song sent someone to report:

The White Wolf Pass Commander urgently issued an order.

Order Black Stone Fortress to immediately cease its internal trial and escort the four witnesses, Chen Mu, Han Zhao, Zhao Hong, and Miao Jiu, to White Wolf Pass.

Name of the escorting officer:

Han Wenshan.

Chen Mu looked at the urgent order and whispered:

"He didn't investigate the old southern granary."

"He's going to pawn all the debts."

This time, Han Wenshan no longer stole a single page of paper or killed a single witness.

He wanted to take all the accounts in one cart.