Courtyard House: Wudang Disciple Sweeps Through the Compound

Relatively speaking, the left hand was lucky; it was only slightly dislocated, and the problem wasn't too serious.

His nasal bridge was broken by the brick, and he also lost two front teeth. He looked so miserable that it was unbearable to look at him.

After a tense emergency surgery, Yi Zhonghai's face was wrapped tightly in thick bandages, making him look like a mummy.

His injured arms and legs were also put in heavy casts, immobilized and unable to move.

The condition of the nasal bridge is relatively better, but the injuries to the hands and feet will take at least three or four months, or even more than half a year, to slowly recover.

When the police saw Yi Zhonghai's horribly gruesome appearance, they couldn't help but gasp, secretly marveling at how ruthless the killer was.

Having just regained consciousness, Yi Zhonghai, ignoring the waves of pain coursing through his body, struggled to grab the old woman's hand and anxiously asked, "Money, where's my money? Guihua, is everything alright with our money?"

Seeing that he was worried about money as soon as he woke up, the old lady quickly comforted him gently, "Our money is fine, it's all safe and sound. I've put it away. Don't worry, just focus on getting better."

But Yi Zhonghai shook his head violently, his tone urgent and firm: "Nothing? No! There's definitely something wrong! Things aren't that simple!"

He suddenly remembered the ten thousand yuan he had secretly hidden, so he hurriedly added, "I hid ten thousand yuan in the lining of the quilt in the closet. Go back and check if the money is still there!"

When the woman heard that Yi Zhonghai had secretly hidden 10,000 yuan from her, she was both shocked and angry. Her voice rose several decibels as she asked incredulously, "You actually hid 10,000 yuan? How come I didn't know anything about such a big thing? Why didn't you ever tell me?"

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If he had only hidden a few hundred yuan, she might not have cared, treating it as pocket money the man had kept for himself.

But that's a whole ten thousand yuan! In those days, that was an absolute fortune!

For over a decade, she has worked tirelessly to support him, managing the household and sacrificing so much for the family, yet he still doesn't trust her.

The fact that they had kept such a large sum of savings from her, without revealing a single detail, instantly filled the woman with an indescribable sense of grievance and anger, making her feel suffocated.

But Yi Zhonghai couldn't care less about Aunt Yi's feelings at that moment; he was only thinking about the money he had hidden. He kept urging her urgently, "Don't worry about that! Go quickly! Hurry back and check if the money is still there!"

Seeing his anxious expression, as if he wanted to go back and check on things himself, Aunt Yi could only suppress her dissatisfaction and grievances for the time being.

Left with no other choice, she hurriedly turned around again and rushed back to her home in the courtyard house.

After the woman left, the two police officers began to question Yi Zhonghai about what had happened.

One of the police officers took out his notebook and pen and asked seriously, "Comrade Yi Zhonghai, please recall the situation carefully. What exactly happened? Tell us slowly, and we will record it in detail."

Despite the intense pain radiating from his body, Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth and said with a face full of resentment, "Officers, you absolutely must catch that bastard! I don't even know him. He barged into my house and started hitting me in the face with a brick."

He then added, "After smashing me, he gagged me with a strip of cloth to stop me from screaming, and then broke my arms and legs. He must have stolen all the money from my house!"

Then, Yi Zhonghai recounted the entire incident in detail, from the moment the assailant broke into his home to every single detail of how he was injured.

After listening to Yi Zhonghai's account, Jia Dongxu and Sha Zhu, who were standing to the side, were stunned and speechless for a long time.

Both of them felt that this was simply too magical and unbelievable: in broad daylight, someone actually dared to break into someone else's home, slap them in the face, stuff cloth strips into their mouth, and even break their hands and feet.

The series of actions were executed with fluidity and ruthlessness, without the slightest hesitation; the perpetrator was nothing short of a vicious bandit.

The police officer continued to press, "Are you sure you don't know this person at all? Is it possible that you have a grudge against them somewhere, and they're here to get revenge?"

Yi Zhonghai shook his head with a wronged expression and said with certainty, "I really have never seen this person before, and I can't remember when I offended such a ruthless character. I am usually very careful in my dealings with people and I have never made such a big grudge against anyone."

The police officer continued patiently, "Then think carefully again, what does this person look like? Are there any distinctive features? For example, height, build, or any scars on their face?"

Yi Zhonghai frowned, trying hard to recall the scene in his mind. After a while, he slowly described, "I only remember that he was about thirty or forty years old, with a thick beard, and wearing blue overalls. I can't remember any other details for the moment."

He described the man's appearance and features in as much detail as he could at the time, hoping to provide the police with useful clues.

Just then, as if suddenly remembering some crucial information, his eyes lit up, and he quickly added, "That's right, when that person made the move, he also said something! Although I was in a lot of pain at the time, I vaguely heard it!"

Upon hearing this, the police officer immediately perked up, leaned forward, and hurriedly asked, "What did he say? Tell me in detail, this sentence could be a key clue to solving the case and will be of great help to us in catching the murderer."

Yi Zhonghai frowned, tried hard to recall, and after confirming that he hadn't misremembered, said, "That person said, 'It seems that kid Jia Dongxu was right, this old man with no descendants is indeed quite rich.' That's exactly what he said, word for word!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Dongxu's face turned deathly pale, and he trembled uncontrollably. He hurriedly and frantically tried to explain, "Master, you can't say such things! I never said anything like that. This has nothing to do with me. Please don't wrong me!"

Jia Dongxu was in a panic, his mind a complete mess, because upon careful reflection, he realized that he had indeed complained similar things to some of his fellow card players at the card table before.

He muttered to himself: Could it be that his mahjong partners overheard what he said and actually went to Uncle Yi's house to commit robbery? If that's the case, he won't be able to explain himself.

The police officer who had been questioning him instantly became more serious, his gaze sharp as he stared intently at Jia Dongxu. He said in a deep voice, "You're Jia Dongxu? Since the case involves relevant clues, you'll have to come with us to the police station for further investigation."

Sha Zhu, who had been standing to the side, couldn't stand Jia Dongxu's panicked state any longer. He immediately scolded Jia Dongxu, "Jia Dongxu, you're an ungrateful wretch! Uncle Yi has always been so good to you, taking care of you in every way, finding you a job, and helping you solve your problems. How could you do something like this? You're worse than an animal!"

Jia Dongxu's face turned pale and then red from Sha Zhu's scolding, looking extremely ugly. He hurriedly interrupted him, retorting, "Sha Zhu, shut up! Don't make false accusations and frame me! I didn't do this at all, it must have been..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized he had almost let slip his complaint to his mahjong partners, so he quickly stopped, swallowed the rest of his sentence, and his eyes became somewhat evasive.

The policeman keenly noticed his unusual behavior, narrowed his eyes, stared intently at him, and pressed, "What is it? Finish what you're saying! Don't beat around the bush, just say it."

The police officer's intuition told him that Jia Dongxu was definitely connected to the case, and that the words he hadn't finished saying likely contained key information that might lead to a new breakthrough in the case.

Feeling uneasy under the police's gaze, Jia Dongxu forced himself to remain calm and said, "No...nothing, I was just saying it casually. Anyway, this really has nothing to do with me. How could I possibly rob my own master? That doesn't make sense."

With a crisp "click," the policeman stopped arguing with him, pulled out handcuffs from his waist, strode forward, grabbed Jia Dongxu's wrist, and cuffed his hands.

Jia Dongxu was terrified by this sudden action and was completely stunned. He struggled and shouted, "No, officers, how can you handcuff me like this?"

This really has nothing to do with me!

Master, please say something for me! You know I would never harm you, please be my witness!

Yi Zhonghai was beginning to suspect Jia Dongxu as well. He felt that this matter was too strange, and why did it have to involve Jia Dongxu?

He heard everything the murderer said clearly. The other party explicitly mentioned Jia Dongxu and even called him an "old widow." It was clear that Jia Dongxu must have talked about him like that a lot behind his back.

So when faced with Jia Dongxu's plea for help, Yi Zhonghai just looked at him coldly, his face expressionless, and didn't say a word, clearly unwilling to defend him.

Not long after, the woman returned to the hospital, panting heavily, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, clearly having run very fast.

As soon as she rushed into the ward and saw Yi Zhonghai, she said anxiously:

"Old Yi, I've thoroughly searched the quilt compartment in that wardrobe you mentioned, there's no money there at all! Are you really sure you put the money there? Or did you remember the wrong place?"