Beijing, market.
The crowd was bustling, and suddenly someone shouted:
"Killed——"
People retreated one after another, and a gap opened in the crowd, which became bigger and bigger.
Only then did people see clearly that there was a man lying motionless on the ground, with a dagger stuck in his waist.
Under the clear sky and white sun, under the bright sky, a murder occurred in full view of everyone.
The murderer is missing.
"The husband's style is born in the earth and begins at the end of Qingping..."
Most changes start from small changes.
At first, it was a murder case in the capital market, a headless corpse in a dry well, a theft in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, and a dilapidated porcelain kiln in the south of the Yangtze River. There were countless connections behind them...
Intention: Rely on the mountains to fall, rely on everyone to run