Zhu Zhang, the grand nephew of the current Emperor Ming, the vice president of Shengtiantang, and one of the top ten masters of Yuexin Lake, died in the post house of King Song City. A bullet passed through his eyebrows and froze his face.
That weird expression.
In an instant, the entire Song King City was filled with a biting cold wind, and then, the cold wind enveloped the entire Kyushu Continent.
Although the place of the incident was Shengtang's post house, and the surrounding guards were also Shengtang's own people, this was the city of the Song Dynasty, and no matter what, Song Wangmei could not escape his involvement.
With a shout, the crowd in Songwang Pavilion all rushed towards Shengtang Posthouse.
On the short journey, in the Queen's carriage.
Hundreds of pieces of information are constantly being delivered, and the intelligence system managed by the Feng family is like a high-speed rotating machine.
After quickly reading a bunch of information, Song Mei's plump and beautiful jade face was filled with haze, and she said in a concentrated voice: "Xiaoxue, this is someone who is sincerely setting a trap for us. Send the order to closely monitor the movements of the armies of the major forces, regardless of whether they are there or not.
If it is suspicious, report it urgently every two hours.”
A king always has a certain determination. Song Meifeng's eyes flashed coldly. She was less feminine and more majestic. Such a woman can stimulate the conquering heart of the strong.
The brilliance in Feng Xuewu's big eyes never stopped, and her deep eyes condensed slightly. After she nodded slightly, she whispered coldly: "Although all the major forces have different intentions, no one is willing to confront Yuexin Island head-on.
, with the existence of Yuexin Island Covenant, we don’t need to worry too much about the army, I am more worried..."
When the post house arrived, the noise of Shengtian's troops interrupted Feng Xuewu's words.
"King Song, please find out the real culprit as soon as possible and give us an explanation."
The members of Shengtiantang were furious and noisy. The Minghuang Ambassador stationed in Song Wangcheng arrived early. Although his salute was calm, his diplomatic rhetoric was very harsh.
"Yes, President Zhu is very powerful. Who can make him unable to fight back? You must find out clearly, otherwise no one will dare to come to King Song City."
The other major forces spoke out one after another. Whether they were Shengtian's allies, enemies, or neutral factions, all the voices were similar, and they were all aimed at King Song City.
In the past ten years, apart from the martial arts arena, no president-level figure of the nine major societies has ever been assassinated. This is definitely the first time that has shocked the world.
"Quiet!"
Seeing that chaos was about to break out, Feng Xuewu's cold voice contained fighting spirit, like a spring thunder that made everyone's eardrums tremble.
"If you want to find out the culprit, please calm down; making loud noises at this time will only help the real culprit cover up clues. Don't you want to find out the real culprit?"
The head of the Feng family asked in return, and the chaotic sound disappeared instantly. Before all the major forces could recover, Feng Xuewu climbed to the top and shouted loudly.
"I, Feng Xuewu, here represent the King of Song to assure you that we will definitely find out the real culprit, no matter what the price is!"
There was a slight pause in the middle of the last sentence. It was that second of pause, and a solemn breath suddenly filled everyone's hearts.
Facing Feng Xuewu's gaze that seemed to see through everything, no one dared to take the opportunity to cause trouble. Even Emperor Ming's ambassador changed his tone.
"King Song, Mrs. Feng, our first wish is of course to find out the real culprit. As for the rest, without the Holy Will of Emperor Ming, we dare not say more."
"It's good that General Zhou understands the truth. Let's go in and see the scene first."
Feng Xuewu waved her sleeves lightly and entered the room where Zhu Zhang was killed side by side with Song Wangmei. Ambassador Minghuang and an official from Shengtiantang followed closely, while the others stood neatly outside the courtyard gate.
About ten minutes later, the presidents of major societies and the Feng family sisters were summoned and carefully crossed the gloomy threshold.
Who assassinated Zhu Zhang? Who has such powerful skills?
Everyone has curiosity, but there are not many people who are qualified to enter the murder scene. Li Xiaofeng's curiosity is stronger than ordinary people, but he can only stand with the crowd stretching their necks, waiting for the news inside.
About half an hour after Yuan Bei and others entered, the third elder suddenly came to Li Xiaofeng.
"Li Xiaofeng, King Song has sent you in for questioning. Follow me."
The third elder turned around in a big stride. After leaving the crowd for more than ten meters, his footsteps did not change at all, and the sound of fighting spirit was fluttering in the wind.
"Little brother, if you say too much, you will make many mistakes. Be careful."
Under such circumstances, Lao Zhangtou's ability to say such words was worthy of the ordinary friendship between the two of them chatting under the moonlight.
The omnipotent soldier was speechless, nodded vaguely, left a friendly smile, and then crossed the gloomy threshold.
The post house in Shengtiantang is naturally extremely luxurious. With more than a dozen people standing in the bedroom where the smell of blood lingers, it is still very spacious.
Li Xiaofeng finally saw Zhu Zhang's body and the bloody hole between his eyebrows. His eyes suddenly made waves.
Master, the assassin must be a master of marksmanship. He actually shot the senior swordsman through the head with an ordinary bullet. Even if it was a sneak attack, the great swordsman's protective fighting spirit never sleeps.
Not only that, in the eyes of experts, the bullet hole left between Zhu Zhang's eyebrows is also full of mystery.
For the warhead to penetrate the Dou Qi energy layer, a strong impact force is required, but to ensure that the deceased's head is not shattered by the shock wave, the impact force must be weak.
During the change between strength and weakness, there must be strong fighting spirit to pierce the shield of the prey, and magic power that is not inferior to the fighting spirit to instantly release the force, and more exquisite spear skills than the first two, one shot.
Deadly and silent.
Li Xiaofeng glanced at it and couldn't help but feel excited and cheered from the bottom of his heart.
"Zhu Zhang was shot by a bullet, but we couldn't find the warhead."
The soft and majestic words interrupted Li Xiaofeng's thoughts. King Song slowly walked up to the omnipotent soldier and said in a solemn voice: "Li Xiaofeng, I heard that you are a master of spear skills. Can you do me a big favor and find clues?"
"
Everyone who can stand at the scene of the murder is a master. They have thought of everything Li Xiaofeng could think of. However, if they are not masters of marksmanship, they will not be able to figure out some things, so they call Li Xiaofeng, a little person, to come in.
Being able to be used by the queen is a great honor for many people. Although Li Xiaofeng doesn't care about it, but being able to fight with the super assassin from a distance, how can his boiling blood be calmed down!
As the saying goes, when you meet an opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent. Li Xiaofeng's blood boiled and he completely forgot about Lao Zhangtou's instructions.
As soon as he closed his eyes, his perfect memory ran at the speed of light, and in the blink of an eye, the "model" of the surrounding space came into his mind.
Immediately afterwards, he thought of himself as an assassin and began to mutter to himself, "It is very difficult to kill a master like Zhu Zhang with one shot. Even if Zhu Zhang is asleep, it is impossible..."
A sound that sounded like murmuring slowly floated in the room. Li Xiaofeng started to move as he spoke, "The time when a master's protection is weakest is not when he is sleeping, but when he is about to fall asleep. Therefore, the time for the assassin to strike is not tonight, but also the moment when he is about to fall asleep."
Not during the day, but last night."
Li Xiaofeng's prediction was so certain that everyone trembled, including Xiao Zupeng, who nodded slightly involuntarily.
Feng Xuewu had already interrogated the people in Shengtiantang and knew that Zhu Zhang had not left the room all day long, and the servants thought he was practicing. His body was not discovered until the evening, which coincided with Li Xiaofeng's speculation.
Talented people are always respected by others. The way everyone looked at Li Xiaofeng changed again, and simple voices of admiration came one after another. Only Xiao Liuli's face was heavy and she rolled her eyes vigorously, as if she was conveying some urgent message to her elder brother.
This kind of analysis is extraordinary, but it is not beyond the judgment of a wise person.
The eldest lady of the Feng family's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, she took a step sideways to block her resentful sister behind her, and then asked calmly: "Zhu Zhang's fighting spirit is about to break through the bottleneck of the great swordsman, even if the murderer catches
Without the opportunity, it is theoretically impossible to succeed head-on."
"That's right, so the assassin pulled the trigger from behind and shot at close range. The bullet entered from the back of the head and exited between the eyebrows. The assassin used a subtle technique to make the bullet hole look like it was shot from the front.
, the purpose is to conceal the true shooting route.”
At this time, Li Xiaofeng seemed to be in a state of sleepwalking, with flashes of inspiration and words flowing out, which he couldn't control at all.
He looked at the wall opposite the door, pointed to the vent on the wall and said: "This is the best shooting point. The assassin does not need to enter the house. He has to make a small hole in the wall in advance. As long as he can detect
Just put it into the muzzle of the gun, a good shooter doesn't need to use his eyes."
"What about the warhead? If the assassination is from the vent, after the warhead passes between Zhu Zhang's eyebrows, it will definitely hit the opposite wall." Feng Shuying became more interested, and her cold melon seed jade face was filled with a rare blush.
"The warhead is the reason why there is no sound in the assassination. The assassin used an ice crystal warhead made by ice magic. The warhead has melted in Zhu Zhang's head. The power of the final blast of the magic just pierced the center of the eyebrow."
Having said this, Li Xiaofeng was filled with confidence, and the pleasure of fighting against masters reached a peak.
"Assassins are indeed clever, but the bullets can disappear, but the shells cannot escape..."
Before he finished speaking, the omnipotent soldier who transformed into a detective had already walked to the vent and reached out his hand to touch it with confidence.
"If my guess is correct, the bullet casing will definitely fall into the card slot. The bullets of top assassins have their own personal style. If you find the bullet casing, you can find clues, ah!"
His confident words stopped abruptly. There were no bullet casings in the vents, which greatly affected his aura as a detective.
"No need to look for it, the bullet casing is here."
The cold and beautiful woman spread her long and slender palms, revealing a pistol bullet shell.
Li Xiaofeng guessed everything correctly, but his excited heart and blood quickly cooled down. Bad premonitions instantly filled his mind. He finally saw Xiao Liuli's face.
Since Feng Xuewu has found the bullet casing, why are you watching him perform? Something is wrong, very wrong!
"Li Xiaofeng, do you know this bullet casing?" Feng Xuewu's words were still elegant and calm, but Li Xiaofeng felt a cold air blowing against his face.
He glanced briefly and understood something, and a chill suddenly filled his heart.
As he said just now, top marksman masters all have their own personal style and almost paranoid preferences for firearms and bullets.
Feng Xuewu raised the bullet high, looked around at the crowd and said: "Although this kind of bullet is very lethal, it is difficult to control the accuracy and requires too much of the shooter. It was discontinued ten years ago. According to my investigation, there is no such bullet here.
People use this kind of bullet."
Without waiting for the omnipotent soldier to respond, Feng Xuewu's other palm also opened up, revealing another bullet casing, and his cold voice gave off a chilling air.
"This bullet casing was left on the ring when Li Xiaofeng competed with Xiao Zupeng. I have asked President Wang of Xianyuntang to take a look at it. He is very sure that these two bullet casings are from the same batch."
Although Xianyuntang ranks at the bottom of the nine major societies, it is the best in the world at making weapons, and its judgment on weapons is naturally authoritative.
Li Xiaofeng took a second look calmly and asked directly: "Mrs. Feng, are you doubting me?"
"As long as you explain clearly why this bullet casing appeared at the murder scene, no one will doubt you."
"I left thirteen bullet casings in the arena that day. How do you want me to explain it?" Li Xiaofeng's tall figure gradually straightened up, and his eyes met Feng Xuewu's eyes without giving in. "If I did it, I would
Are you stupid enough to leave this bullet casing, Mrs. Feng, how do you explain it?"
Feng Xuewu did not respond directly, but changed the subject. She looked at the crowd, slowly raised the bullet casing in her left hand, and said in a concentrated voice: "This shell casing must be a murder weapon. The key is who left this shell casing. Li Xiaofeng is right,
During the game that day, everyone present was suspected."
The atmosphere in the crowd changed subtly. Xiao Liuli's tight face relaxed slightly, while Li Xiaofeng remained calm as before.
While everyone was waiting, Feng Xuewu's eyes returned to Li Xiaofeng.
"To borrow from your previous analysis, it is extremely difficult to kill Zhu Zhang with such a bullet. Among these people, only your marksmanship can do it, and you also have enough motivation."
Once Zhu Zhang dies, Li Xiaofeng can win without a fight. This motivation is indeed enough.
"Mom, Li Xiaofeng is not the only one with motives. As long as someone doesn't want Zhu Zhang to win in the end, or wants to provoke a conflict between Song Royal City and the Imperial Capital, there will be motives for assassination."
Feng Shuying walked out from behind her mother and unexpectedly expressed a different opinion.
In an instant, the eyes of the crowd could no longer be unified. Some people continued to doubt Li Xiaofeng, while others glanced suspiciously to the left and right.
Feng Xuewu's tall body turned on the spot, something strange flashed through her eyes, and she asked with a half-smile: "Shu Ying, what did you find?"
Feng Shuying returned her mother's look with a similar look, and sparks of wits flashed in the void.
"Mom, being able to kill someone does not mean that he is a murderer. Let's start from the simplest place and see what everyone was doing around one o'clock in the morning last night."
"Okay, then let everyone talk about it."
Feng Xuewu nodded, and then a sound filled the room.
People from various major associations found out witnesses who were not present, and in the end, all eyes habitually turned to Li Xiaofeng.
The universal soldier looked innocent and rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction. His mind was running at the speed of light. He only knew that he had fallen into a trap, but he had no idea who was the culprit behind the scenes.
"Li Xiaofeng, what were you doing for an hour around midnight last night?" Feng Shuying asked the same question as her mother, but her tone was much gentler.
"I suffered an internal injury last night. When I returned to my room, I entered the quiet room to practice Qigong and heal my injuries." Li Xiaofeng's answer was casual, simple and direct.
"Is there any witness?"
"I don't have any followers, so where can I get any witnesses?"
The all-powerful soldier mocked the big shots on the left and right, then his eyes lit up and he said cheerfully: "When I returned to your hotel, two doormen saw me, do they count as witnesses?"
"Of course. We, the staff of King Song City, will never slander good people."
Song Wanyu took over the conversation, her sweet voice was more cordial than Feng Shuying, "Xiao Feng, you have been healing all night, right?"
The soft beauty's eyes are sparkling, and anyone who is not a fool can see the partiality.
Of course, Li Xiaofeng was not a fool, and he was also very smart. He puffed up his chest and said loudly: "I was injured and I have to compete again the next day. Of course I have to work hard to heal my injury."
"Brother Li, that's not right."
Yuan Bei suddenly walked out of the crowd, with a look of distress on his face. After obvious hesitation, he still said in a serious voice: "I was worried about your injury last night and sent someone to find you with medicine, but you didn't.
It’s in the room.”
After a slight pause in his words, Yuan Bei wiped away the hesitation in his eyes and added loudly: "Brother Li, don't blame me for questioning. It is really a matter of great importance. If you are not careful, it will bring disaster to King Song City. I must tell the truth.
"
With a snap, a gaze left Li Xiaofeng and enveloped Yuan Bei's figure.
What is going on? Why did Yuan Bei say this?
Li Xiaofeng's heart skipped a beat. He didn't believe that Yuan Bei would be such an upright person. The confusion swirling in his heart suddenly found its target.
Li Xiaofeng didn't believe it, and neither did anyone else. However, Yuan Bei's intentions were an afterthought, and the top priority was to deal with Li Xiaofeng.
In an instant, several sharp swords were unsheathed, and the people in Shengtiantang were even more sad and angry, "Li Xiaofeng, it was you who killed our president, you bitch, go to hell!"
"stop!"
Princess Song and the eldest lady of the Feng family stood in front of Li Xiaofeng at the same time. Female Zhuge had a frosty look on her face and shouted: "The case is still under investigation. Do you want President Zhu's murder to be settled hastily, or do you want to cover up something?
"
At the critical moment, Song Wangmei finally opened her flaming red lips.
"Shu Ying is right. Only by finding the murderer and finding out everything can he be worthy of the deceased. As I said, I will definitely give a satisfactory explanation to Emperor Ming."
The queen came forward, the swords and swords were sheathed one after another, and more than ten murderous auras continued to cling to Li Xiaofeng's figure. The people in Shengtiantang wanted revenge, and the people in other societies wanted to add insult to injury.
Zhu Zhang is already dead. If Li Xiaofeng is removed again, wouldn't it be possible to start the competition all over again? Only an idiot would let this kind of thing go.
"Xiao Feng, can you please explain?" Song Wanyu's tone revealed a hint of nervousness. The plump and tall jade peaks kept trembling. The beautiful scenery was stunning, but at this moment, no one was paying attention.
Li Xiaofeng's eyes glanced around the room, and finally landed on Yuan Bei's face. He smiled, very happily.
"Brother Yuan, you are right. This matter is of great importance and must not be careless, haha..."
The laughter lingered for a few seconds, and then Li Xiaofeng stood up straight, "Brother Yuan also knew that my injury was serious, so he sent someone to deliver medicine. Unfortunately, I didn't know, so in the middle of the treatment, I went out to find medicine; I didn't have time just now.
I'm sorry for causing everyone to misunderstand."
Who would believe such a far-fetched explanation? Feng Xuewu got ahead of her daughter and asked coldly: "Then who did you go to find and how long did you delay?"
"I'm looking for... President Xiao."
Li Xiaofeng hesitated for a moment, then named a candidate that surprised everyone, and then gave a reasonable excuse.
"I know that Heishui Hall's medicine for treating injuries is the best in the world, and President Xiao is a generous person, so I went to Heishui Hall Post House. When I got there, I happened to encounter someone making trouble, and President Xiao chased me out; I
Because I was injured, I hid aside. I wonder if President Xiao has time to see me?"
In a blink of an eye, Xiao Zupeng became the new focus of everyone's attention. He said nothing, but looked intently at Li Xiaofeng with a gloomy expression on his face.
"Li Xiaofeng, can anyone testify for you?"
"Yes, I can testify!"
Before Feng Xuewu's aggressive voice dissipated, Feng Shuying had already stepped forward and stood side by side with Song Wanyu.
"I was originally tracking the guy who sneaked into King Song City to cause trouble. I met Li Xiaofeng outside Heishuitang Post House. Seeing that he was injured, I took him back to my room. After treating his injury, I personally sent him to the hospital.
If he goes back, with his injuries last night, it is impossible for him to get close to Zhu Zhang."
Without waiting for the crowd to be shocked, Feng Shuying calmly added: "I didn't say anything before because I was alone and I was afraid of causing everyone to misunderstand. Now I have to tell the truth. This is why I am sure that Li Xiaofeng is not an assassin."
Li Xiaofeng actually stayed with the princess last night?
A lot of eyes flew to the princess. Some people were jealous, and more people were suspicious. The princess' so-called truth was too coincidental.
"Shu Ying, you rested in the palace yesterday. I didn't listen to what my servant said. You brought the guests back to your room."
"Mom, I already said that I didn't want to be misunderstood, so I took him back to his room secretly."
As a mother, Feng Xuewu wanted to keep her daughter innocent, but as a daughter, Feng Shuying did not change her tune. The mother and daughter looked at each other for a moment, sparks flying.