Chapter 803 (1/2)

The house of this family is not big. Gu Xingnuo looked at the family inside and outside. More than 20 people, men, women, old and young, died like the two servants in the front yard. The body is incomplete. It is not hurt by sharp weapons, but seems to have been torn by people.

”My Lord,” Gu Lin ran out of a room and stood under the corridor waving to Gu Xingnuo.

Gu Xingnuo went to the corridor, looked at Gu Lin, didn't ask questions, and went straight into the house.

Gu Lin took a deep breath of air, turned and entered the room again.

Gu Xingnuo stood in a pool of blood in the middle of the room. It was not Gu Dashao who was willing to step on blood, but that none of the bedroom was clean. The whole room was like a blood pool, soaked with broken limbs and meat. It was also Gu Dashao and Gu Lin who were used to the battlefield and saw many dead people. If they were ordinary people, they would not be shocked to coma, at least they vomited.

Gu Lin and Gu Xingnuo whispered, ”Lord, these people should have escaped in this house. They were found by the murderer and killed in this house together.”

Most of the furniture in the house fell into the blood, the bed board was lifted, and the clothes in the wardrobe were scattered on the ground. It was obvious that the dead in this room hid and ran past before they died.

Gu Xingnuo took a few steps forward, bent down and picked up a head soaked in blood. This is the head of a baby boy less than a month old. His eyes are black holes, and his eyes and other objects are missing. Gu Dashao carefully looks at the broken neck of the baby. The broken neck is stained with broken meat, and half of the trachea is hanging there, shaking with Gu Dashao's manual.

Gu Lin said goodbye and couldn't bear to look again.

Gu Xingnuo bent his five fingers in his left hand and gestured at the baby's eye socket. He knew that the murderer pulled his fingers into the baby's eye socket and tore the baby's head and neck.

”There are three children in the room,” Gu Lin said to Gu Dashao.

Gu Xingnuo saw it without Gu Lin's saying. In addition to the one in his hand, there was also the head of a boy and a girl in the pool of blood. They were only five or six years old. The girl's head was flat there like a broken ball, like being smashed by someone's fist.

Gu Lin muttered to himself, ”how much hatred does it have?”

Gu Xingnuo picked up the crooked tea table and gently put the baby's head on the table.

”Master,” at this time, a bodyguard's voice came out of the door: ”Lord Wang, Minister of Dali temple, has brought someone.”

Gu Xingnuo replied, ”please invite him in.”

The former Dali Temple minister, Lord Lin, lost his official position because of the downfall of Lord Zhao Xiang, and was sent to the bitter and cold place in the northwest. The new Lord Wang was an old criminal officer. He heard that there was a massacre in the capital, and Gu Xingnuo was also on the scene. He didn't dare to delay at all, so he hurried with his yamen servant.