Qingguo said "Oh!" and looked distressedly at the traces of his snacks disappearing on the steps of the corridor with no end in sight, pouting in anger.

Lu Qingfan said funnyly: "Let Leng Chuan buy it for you again."

He walked to the steps, stretched out his hand towards Yun Xi, tilted his handsome face slightly, and whispered: "Beware of the dark side."

"Thank you, sir." Yun Xi didn't hesitate, and held Lu Qingfan's wrist, not forgetting to hold Qing Guo behind him, and the three of them stood still on the dark steps.

Within a moment, the two mechanisms above the head closed again, until they reached a platform, and two rows of torches suddenly lit up.

At the front, on a pitch-black black iron gate, there is a strange and flexible mouth: "Who is here? How much business do you do?"

"Yi Si Lu Shi." Lu Qingfan raised his voice and announced a number.

"Inquiry in progress, please wait."

After a moment, the mouth on the door moved again: "Confirm identity, please come in."

The group of people entered smoothly. When passing through the gate, Yun Xi wanted to see why no one could speak with their mouths.

When she saw a puppet body, she suddenly said: "It turns out to be a puppet show."

"Yes, the puppet's face is fitted into the black iron inside the door, and the person only needs to move the puppet from behind." Lu Qingfan nodded and explained, urging the two of them to follow.

Qingguo was so curious that she raised her hand and poked the puppet's hand. Unexpectedly, the face of the puppet embedded in the door suddenly turned around, scaring her so much that she ran away quickly.

"Sir, where are we?" Yun Xi asked while looking around cautiously.

"Wuji Tower." Lu Qingfan said with a half-smile, "A place of dark night intelligence that is clearly underground, but is called 'Lou'."

In terms of surface intelligence, the current emperor's Jin Yiwei is the number one. But if you want to get some information through shady methods, "Wuji Tower" is the first choice in the world.

"'Wuji Tower', there is no limit to the world, there are no secrets." After Yun Xi finished speaking, a smile filled her clear eyes: "The owner of the building is an interesting person.

Walking straight through the long corridor, passing through several stone gates, Lu Qingfan and Yun Xi finally stopped in front of a huge wooden bookshelf, with several files neatly placed on it.

Yun Xi flipped through the pages for a moment and couldn't help but frown.

"They are all from Beimang."

Aunt Wen's list contained so many old people from Beimang who had been dormant in the Ming Dynasty for several years, planning some big move.

Lu Qingfan's sharp eyes fell on the dossier in the middle, and he raised his chin slightly: "Open that and take a look."

"Okay." Yun Xi opened one of the volumes and wrote the name "Tuoba Jing" on it.

"The eighth prince of Beimang is in charge of all affairs of Beimang's Chengxuanzhengshi Department, and trades with the Ming Dynasty. He placed Beimang's Chengxuanzhengshi Department in Beimang, Zazao Bureau, Arms Bureau, Baoquan Bureau, and Weaving and Dyeing Bureau.

He has his confidants."

After Yun Xi finished reading, he unfolded a portrait and said in surprise: "Why does it look familiar?"

"I met him in Echeng." Lu Qingfan thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid this person entered the capital with us."

Yun Xi was stunned, "Do you want to check him?"

"We have to investigate." Lu Qingfan intuitively felt that the eighth prince of Beimang, Tuoba Jing, coming to Beijing at this time must be inextricably related to the slave trade.

The information and files in Wuji Tower cannot be taken away. If you want to see them again, you can report your number and come back next time.

When leaving Wuji Tower, Lu Qingfan frowned slightly and suddenly looked to the heights, only to see that there was nothing there except black rocks.

"Sir, are you leaving?" Yun Xi asked.

"Yeah." Lu Qingfan walked a few steps, secretly thinking that there might be something weird about the rocks filling the corridor, which always gave people the illusion of being stared at.

It wasn't until the two of them left the small room and the stone door was closed that the rock that Lu Qingfan was paying attention to slowly moved away, revealing a face as handsome as jade.

"After all, it is Xiaowu's work that has won my heart. Even the origin of the name 'Wuji Tower' is exactly right." The man pursed his lips and smiled, feeling more and more like a spring breeze.

When the subordinate next to him saw the host smiling, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"What are you afraid of?" "The host" sneered, causing his subordinates to tremble. "If that girl comes alone in the future, you must let me know."

"I obey my orders."

The "host" turned around and left. Only the subordinate in black dared to wipe the sweat from his forehead until he disappeared.

After several stone doors closed behind them, Yun Xi and his party finally arrived at the dark steps again.

This time, the torches around the steps were all on, so there was no need for Lu Qingfan to hold Yun Xi.

He secretly thought that it was a pity that he could only lead the way.

After leaving the Wuji Building, Yun Xi was still sighing at the exquisite design of the mechanisms in the building, the accurate information, and the weird branding method...it was really easy to use.

"Is it that good?" Lu Qingfan suddenly became jealous upon hearing this, and asked in a slightly cold tone.

Yun Xi didn't realize it at all and said excitedly: "Yes! Wuji Tower is mysterious and unusual, but it does things in a very systematic way: neither the person who buys information nor the person who sells information meets, keeping their respective identities secret to a great extent, and finding out any mistakes.

It’s great to have no worries!”

Lu Qingfan said nothing and just drove the car.

Yun Xi continued talking for a while, then she was surprised to realize that Lu Qingfan didn't respond for a long time.

She blinked innocently, not knowing what she said wrong.

Qingguo stuffed the snack into his mouth and said vaguely: "Master Lu is jealous."

Yun Xi: "...Why are you jealous?"

She didn't praise anyone, not even a building?!

Lu Qingfan listened to the two masters and servants chatting in the car, and felt that he was making a fuss, and his ears turned red quietly.

Wanting to settle down in the capital, Yun Xi took a fancy to a small courtyard not far from the Yamen of the Ministry of Justice, and transferred the ownership and bought this two-room house: the main hall in the north was used as a tool room and autopsy room, and the two rooms in the south were used for medicine and medicine.

The bedrooms, west and east are divided into bathrooms and kitchens, and a small hut is placed next to the bathroom and is independent.

It's quite complete.

On the day they moved out of the inn, Yun Xi's master and servant went to buy a lot of meals and asked Lu Qingfan and the Leng brothers, who had been living in the Yamen's dormitory, to come to the house as guests.

Of course, the honest and cute Mr. Ran Piao is also indispensable.

After drinking and eating, Leng Hai burped and joked: "I think my salary is pretty good, but who knew that the richest among us is actually Miss Yun!"

He's a gangster. In an area like this near the Ministry of Justice's Yamen, if you want to buy a yard, you can buy a yard. Seriously, he's really rich!

Yun Xi smiled and placed the hangover soup in front of Leng Hai, and said helplessly: "I am a miracle doctor."

Isn’t some accumulation normal?

Lu Qingfan also drank some wine, and a warm color appeared on his handsome face: "Honor the miracle doctor."

Ran Piao grabbed Lu Qingfan's arm and said, "Sir, please don't drink any more."

He won't be able to support me if I drink more!

"That's right, sir, you'd better drink the hangover soup first." Yun Xi smiled and moved the wine cup away, pushing the hangover soup in front of Lu Qingfan.

"Young lady is like a housekeeper." Qingguo didn't use any white wine, she just drank some fruit wine and she started to get a little drunk.

Lu Qingfan raised the sobering soup and drank it in one gulp, as if to show that he was obedient, he used his actions to confirm Yunxi's reputation as "housekeeper".

For a moment, everyone in the courtyard was silent. A small gust of wind turned into silent dog food and slapped everyone's faces.

"Cuckoo", "Cuckoo".

An untimely little white pigeon suddenly flew into the courtyard and landed directly on Leng Chuan's shoulder.

Leng Chuan lifted the little pigeon's legs to take down the information, and then released the pigeon.

He slowly unfolded the note, his expression suddenly changed, and he stood up straight.

"I'm scared to death! Brother Chuan, what are you doing?" Qing Guo quickly held the table with his quick eyes and narrowly prevented Leng Chuan from overturning the table seats.

"Sir, I've received a letter about the eighth prince Tuoba of Beimang." Leng Chuan didn't bother to elaborate and simply said: "He was assassinated today."

Everyone was agitated, and most of the hazy drunkenness they had just woken up.

Qingguo immediately ran into the house and picked up a large baggage that Yun Xi often used, and got ready to go.

Lu Qingfan grabbed the long sword on the table and stood up, "Go to the place where the crime occurred."

"yes!"
Chapter completed!