night.

When the night fell, Qi Ping reappeared as "Zhao Gongzi" to the Jinfeng Tower ship. Considering the matter of last night, this would not seem obtrusive.

The old lady waving the round fan is becoming more and more enthusiastic, and Qi Ping also adapts to the atmosphere of Fengyue.

During the banquet, the guests really talked about the case of Zhu Wen's death.

A rising three -product member, who was stabbed and killed in the short -term bone eyes of the new king, was undoubtedly a big deal.

In particular, the word "hatred" left by the murderer has reminded many people the case that was popular last year.

"Could it be that the case last year was not over?"

"No, the case of Lin Guozhong has rehabilitated. According to me, it was that Lord Zhu has recently offended too much. How many big characters have been closed in the prison?

The literati of power ... "

"It is reasonable, and the emperor may be furious. I heard that the three divisions have been instructed ... Unfortunately, Grandpa Qi is gone, I don’t know if the murderer can find it."

The guests talked warmly, but they did not "deepen" flexibly.

"Brother Zhao, who do you think of the murderer?" A young guest looked at Qi Ping.

Qi Ping held the wine bottle, admired the piano sound, shook his head and said, "Tonight, just talk about the wind and moon."

"Haha, Zhao Gongzi said well, just talk about Fengyue." Everyone in the house laughed.

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The tea was scattered, and Qi Ping, who had a generous shot, got the chance to stay.

In the room, the skin was white, the beautiful and charming Xiang Ning sat on the bed, pinched the grapes, and stuffed it into the "Zhao Gongzi" lying on her thigh: "Ah ~"

Qi Ping chewed the grapes and felt the softness and elasticity of the back of the neck. The eyes seemed to fall under the thin and thin clothes, but in fact, it was a little embarrassed.

"What are you thinking about?" Xiang Ning rolled his mouth and asked.

Qi Ping's eyes resume focus: "Sleep."

Xiang Ning stunned, his face blushed, and he was about to say how to be so anxious.

The next second, the spirit was shocked by the latter's dark eyes, yawned, and the soft down.

Qi Ping sat up and ignored the nephrite beauty beside him. He lifted his hands and took out the mirror. Then, he pulled out a court's expired "official newspaper" from the mirror. The above was a public announcement.

At this moment, he was like a hunter, selecting prey.

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In the next few days, the entire Kyoto wind rose, and when the case where Zhu Wen encountered assassination had not yet progressed, another morning, the second deceased appeared.

It was a newly appointed Lang in the Ministry of Households. When he was discovered, he died in his own bedroom. The whole person kept sitting, looking at the door, the same death method, the same "secret room killing".

The three officials arrived at the first time. When I saw the word "revenge" on the wall, everyone was silent.

Next, the third deceased.

Then, the fourth place.

As Xing Ming expected, it is not a coincidence to imitate the "blood revenge". Zhu Wen's death is indeed just the beginning.

For a while, the entire Kyoto was sensational, and the gossip news was mad.

The pressure on the top of the three divisions is getting greater and greater, but no matter how they track and investigate, they have never found the trace of the murderer.

So that everyone in Kyoto's officialdom is self -dangerous, and the country of Liang Kingdom is more than 300 years. There has never been such a dense assassination.

The murderer hidden in the secret seemed to be a knife hanging above the head of Baiguan.

In the morning, when A Qi carried a freshly baked newspaper and ran to the familiar tea house, he heard the eager discussion of the diners.

"I heard, it's dead again, the seventh one."

"The murderer hasn't caught it yet? This huge Kyoto, left Qi Gongzi, can no longer be a master of the case?

A middle -aged man dressed in a wealthy businessman said.

Next to, a mature customer said:

"This is definitely not a revenge on officials. Didn't you say it in the newspaper? This is an organization, a premeditated attack.

An old man said quietly: "You noticed that no, the dead officials have been promoted recently."

Everyone stunned, thinking about it.

A Qi came out of the teahouse, thinking about it in his heart, selling newspapers all the way, and found that the streets and alleys were all discussing.

Some people are so angry that the enemy is abominable, and the three divisions are incompetent.

Someone is still as deep, and whispered.

"Selling newspaper ~ new official newspaper ~"

Aqiyi Road cross through the streets and sip.

A few days ago, as the situation of the court gradually stabilized, the quality of the official newspaper was extremely poor, and the Kyoto Morning Daily, which was far less than the hexagonal bookstore, was highly readable. Therefore, the sales of newspapers fell.

But these days, with the heated discussion on the "blood revenge", it will be sold soon.

When the cloth bag was dry, A Qi took the money given by Qi Ping, bought breakfast, and trot back to Dongcheng, the secluded yard.

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"gentlemen."

When Aqi walked into the yard, he saw Qi Ping dressed by the scholar, and was leaning in a bamboo chair to close his eyes and rest.

Qi Ping's "Eh" opened his eyes and saw Aqi who handed breakfast with a newspaper left by.

As usual, at this time, the boy should take a break, and then practice the weird breathing method next to Qi Ping.

He has found that with the practice, his strength and spirit are getting better.

However, today Ah Qi did not start vomiting and meditation, but glanced at Qi Ping and said, "Sir, I died again last night."

"Yeah."

"There are more differences in the city, and they have all started inspections."

"oh."

Mr. A Qi looked at the expression of the newspaper blandly, and did not speak anymore, and began to meditate, but he always thought about many things in his mind.

As the contact time is longer, he feels that his husband is different from ordinary people.

It's not just the "self -cultivation" breathing method, but also, the gentleman claims to be an imperial examination, but most of the time is sleeping, or at home.

Boys living in slums did not associate those dead officials with his gentleman, which beyond his imagination.

He just felt that Mr. should be a person with ability, and he couldn't help getting curious.

"Your heart is not quiet," Qi Ping said, "Go back and calm down, come back."

A Qi opened his eyes, "kindness" ashamed, and left.

When people leave, one generation walks out of the mirror and looks at him:

"Although it can be hypnotized, but you will not be concealed like this, sooner or later will be performed abnormal. You are so confident that you will not be found?"

Qi Ping folded the newspaper in his hand, threw it on the table, and said:

"You also know that the purpose of my return to Kyoto is not always hidden with a new identity. In Dongcheng, it is just a feet. In a few days, this identity is not used. As for being afraid of being checked ..."

He smiled confidently:

"The most powerful case for handling the case in Kyoto is Xing Ming. I have left him for clues. With his ability, he should have noticed it. Well, I hope he is smart enough."

A generation of dean's expression was complicated, and it was a second silently for the unparalleled catching head.

If Qi Ping is Kyoto's most powerful "God Capture", what would he do when he became a "criminal"?

"Who do you kill next?"

Seeing that Qi Ping took out the old newspaper with the line with a brush, I couldn't help asking.

Qi Ping shook his head and said:

"Wait a while, those officials are clever, either do not hide in the gate, or they have invited the guard, or even pinch the court method to wait for me.

You have to make something else. "

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Kyoto Prefecture, in the hall.

The officials of the government, the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, and the officials of the capital gathered together, the atmosphere was depressed, and the somber air seemed to be able to screw out the water.

"One more dead." The Ministry of Criminals Shangshu's face was extremely ugly, and a sentence was squeezed out of the teeth:

"Outside the city is questioning the impermanence of the court."

Ducharu Zuo Yu Shi shook his head and said, "The key is the heart, the heart of the court, how can it be good?"
To be continued...