Hearing the little catcher's words, Yinnuo's expression suddenly changed, "When?"
"Right now, my brothers and I are returning to the Yamen. We passed by Du's Bank and rushed in when we heard the shouts. Yin Tou, please go quickly. It's so scary!" The little catcher gasped,
I was so tired that I almost spit out my tongue.
As soon as Wen Xiaoyun heard about Qianliu and the bank, her eyes sparkled with golden light. Whether it was a system task or driven by curiosity, she was eager to take a look.
Yin Nuo was even more anxious than she was. Before the young detective finished speaking, he drove his horse and whipped his whip, saying, "Go to the Yamen and report it quickly. I'll go check it out right away."
After saying that, he chose an easier alley and hurried away.
Wen Xiaoyun hurriedly followed.
However, compared with Yinnuo, his riding skills were still far behind, and he was almost thrown away by Yinnuo several times.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and fought for his life, and managed to maintain a one-block gap with him, barely able to avoid being thrown away.
After walking for a while, and being frightened all the way, Wen Xiaoyun finally saw Yin Nuo's stopped figure at the end of the road from a distance.
Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly felt a complicated itching and stinging feeling under her buttocks, and there was also an intermittent burning pain.
Wen Xiaoyun burst into tears.
After all, I have a modern body. I don't know how to ride a horse often, and I am not good at riding horses. Just this moment of galloping, the skin on my legs was scratched.
Life is so difficult~~
She gasped, bared her teeth, and accelerated the last step of her steps, reaching the end of the painful alley.
In front of it was another magnificent building, with many people standing in front of the door, stretching their necks and standing on tiptoes, trying their best to poke their heads inside.
Unfortunately, there were police officers armed with knives guarding the gates on both sides to prevent more people from entering and causing more chaos.
Yin Nuo arrived at the door, swung the horse's reins into the catcher's hand, held the knife on his waist, took a few steps up the steps, and rushed into the door.
Wen Xiaoyun arrived shortly afterwards, and the sharp-eyed policeman recognized that this was Wen Xingfang who had just made a splash at Ning Shou Fu's house, and quickly stepped forward to lead the horse and hold the bridle.
"The torture room, please go and have a look, it's very lively inside!" the policeman said hurriedly.
Wen Xiaoyun raised her legs and turned over to dismount. She felt a sharp pain in her thighs and almost fell to her knees on the ground.
Ouch, mommy, it really hurts.
"Wen Xingfang, what's wrong with you?" When the police officer saw this, he thought Wen Xiaoyun had been seriously injured.
Wen Xiaoyun smiled awkwardly, "It's no big deal, the case is important."
After saying that, she held her legs, staggered up the steps, and hurriedly rushed into the door of Du's Bank.
There was obviously someone behind the door. Wen Xiaoyun opened the door as soon as she pushed it. When she entered, the door was tightly closed again, leaving the restless melon-eating crowd outside to watch.
There were police officers inside again, and they directed Wen Xiaoyun to run to the inner courtyard, "The innermost part is the bank's bank vault, and that's where the strange things happen."
Wen Xiaoyun gritted her molar teeth and ran along, feeling in her heart that the Yanzhou Prefecture's police officers were quite good at adapting to situations.
After walking around the halls and rooms, they finally arrived at the bank in the last courtyard.
When the policeman pushed open the moon-shaped courtyard door, Wen Xiaoyun's eyes widened in shock at the sight before her, and she was deeply shocked.
I’ll be nice, is this still the human world?
Isn’t it really some kind of fantasy space, a ghostly wonderland?
Wen Xiaoyun's eyes were filled with blue flames.
Not red, not yellow, but a blue flame like a will-o'-the-wisp.