"yes!!"

Soon, Dali Temple and various officers and soldiers rushed to the major stations in the capital, afraid of being one step slower.

Zhou Jian was not idle either. Without finding the murderer, he could not know Liu Rushi's life and death. He treated Liu Rushi as his own person after spending these days.

......

An hour later, an inn was located in the central area of ​​the capital. It was now covered by night and was extremely quiet and the lights were almost out.

"Your Majesty, someone has come before us." Yang Wei's little eyes narrowed. Although it was a little more exaggerated on the surface, he always looked like a master at critical moments.

It seemed that he was also very concerned about Liu Rushi's place, and had never left, and had been following Zhou Jian.

Zhou Jian immediately shook his eyes and observed the obvious footprints on the steps outside the post station, leaving a lot of wet soil.

“There’s a problem!”

"Crash the door!" He ordered decisively, his eyes as if it was torched.

"Yes!" Qingtianwei held up the torch, shouted loudly, and then suddenly hit the gate of the station, and a large number of officers and soldiers rushed in.

Zhou Jian also rushed in with a big stride. His face was not very good-looking. He was ready for another pile of corpses inside. If the clues were not mentioned, large-scale deaths in the capital would also cause great trouble.

He became more and more angry, his fists pounded, and the person behind the scenes was too brave!

But the next second, the result was unexpected. When everyone bumped into the door, they quickly woke up many Western Region merchants who were resting in the post station. The lights were everywhere, and some people even rushed out with the guys.

They were dressed in strange clothes and shouted Western dialect that Jili Gulu couldn't understand, but they were shocked when they saw that they were officers and soldiers.

"this......"

"Your Majesty, it seems that this is normal here."

"Can it be another station?" Zhou Yuan and others looked at each other.

Yang Wei also looked like he was seeing a ghost. Did he have a wrong premonition?

Zhou Jian shook his head and remembered the footprints on the steps just now. He always felt that it was abnormal. It was not raining, so where did the wet muddy footprints come from? It was possible that people had sneaked in.

"No, there must be a problem. I will control it, no one is allowed to enter and exit!"

"Yes!" Zhou Yuan, Guan Shan and others quickly took the order and blocked the post station, causing a large number of riots.

At this time, a middle-aged man from the Western Regions walked down from the second floor of the post station, with high eyebrows, deep eyes, thick beards, wearing a purple-gold brocade dress and a hat. He quickly squeezed out of the crowd and ran down to Zhou Jian.

In the speech of the Central Plains that was not very skilled, he said in fear and fear: "Is this official, dare you ask what's wrong? The young Pullman, a merchant from the Western Regions, my caravan rented a house here, and was allowed to go to business."

Zhou Jian narrowed his eyes: "Are you the leader of this post station caravan?"

Pullman nodded: "That's right."

"Then do you know this thing?" Zhou Jian winked, and the Qingtianwei quickly handed over a piece of cloth. After opening it, it was almost solidified animal oil.

Pullman glanced at it and blurted out: "I know, beast oil, this small station is sold."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes tightened, as if they were getting closer and closer to the truth.

Zhou Jian felt it was too smooth, so he calmed down and asked again: "Then, will someone come to you to buy this item on a large scale?"

Pullman shook his head: "No!"
Chapter completed!