"... On the way back, several people were attacked and killed by a flowing arrow array. Mu Qiniang died on the spot, and the murderer escaped without a trace." Ma Dongmiao finished reading on the notepad, his tone was quite uneasy, and he raised his head and looked at the valley in front of him.
Mandrill pupil.
Gu Xiaotong's face was expressionless, and after a long time he said: "Where is Sha Paijiu?"
"They have already put him in a cell. Luo Huan said that a letter was found on Deacon Sha, and he hopes that the palace master can give an explanation."
"What letter?" Gu Xiaotong frowned slightly.
"He said that the palace master knew it himself."
"Humph!" Gu Xiaotong snorted coldly, like a muffled thunder, "Is there any sign of intervention in the West Palace?"
"No discovery has been made yet. The West Palace is still trying its best to hunt down the murderer. It is said that the identity of the murderer has been confirmed. This person once used the pseudonym Zhang Fengyin and worked as a researcher at the Chili Branch. He lived with the girl next to Shi Muting, and they were considered cousins. Part 1
Months later, the two men suddenly disappeared, and later they sneaked into the Daxing Hall separately. According to investigations, the invitation letter used by Zhang Fengyin belonged to Che Han and was once held by Lao Que."
"Lao Que?" That stubborn face appeared in Gu Xiaotong's mind, "Is he being controlled by the South Palace?"
"No, it is said that he is still living in Mulan Courtyard, saying that he wants to keep vigil for Qiniang." After Ma Dongmiao finished speaking, he suggested, "This person is obviously related to the case. Should we control him and try him for a first trial?
"
"No need. If South Palace doesn't arrest him, he just wants to leave it to us. Maybe as soon as you touch him, he will die, and the shit basin of murder and murder will be placed on his head, and he can't shake it off." Gu Yantong's tone was calm, and his eyes were slightly cold.
, "Tan Xie is coming back soon?"
Ma Dongmiao said: "She should be on her way back."
"Once Qiniang dies, this kid will definitely go crazy. You should keep an eye on him and don't let anything happen to him."
"Yes!" Ma Dongmiao nodded and agreed.
"You get busy."
Ma Dongmiao said yes and then withdrew.
Gu Xiaotong walked to the window and looked at the majestic and ancient buildings outside, her chest heaving and breathing like thunder.
…
"Your name is Yue Gan?"
"Yes, my name is Yue Gan!" Yue Gan, a man with a shovel beard, patted the iron hat on his head with a sonorous tone.
The West Hall disciple standing on the left felt a little unhappy when he heard his rude words. He frowned and said in a cold tone: "Have you seen the person in the painting recently?" He was holding a portrait in his hand.
He is a young man with sharp outlines.
"Yes, I've seen it."
"Where is it?" The short West Hall disciple on the right came over, his tone a little excited.
"In Kawahara!"
"Kawagamihara? Running so fast?" The two West Palace disciples looked at each other, and then asked, "When?"
"Last October."
"Get out!" the short West Hall disciple yelled, and the other West Hall disciple didn't look very good-looking either.
"What?" Yue Qian was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his right palm, "Where's the reward?"
"You still want a reward? Do you want a slap?" The short disciple raised his hand.
"Why are you being unreasonable?" Yue Gan looked aggrieved, "Didn't you agree to give me money for providing information?"
"I'm talking about the latest news. You're entertaining me with the news from last October and you want to reward me?"
"You should have told me earlier, the nearest master also has it."
"Where? When?" Two West Hall disciples asked each of them two key points.
"Manghuang City, last November, that boy compared with me..."
"Get out!" The two disciples interrupted Yue Gan's words in unison.
Before Yue Gan could argue, he was glared at by two disciples. He felt guilty immediately, touched the iron hat on his head, turned around and left angrily.
"Wearing an iron hat, you idiot!" The short disciple looked at Yue Gan's back and cursed. He looked up at the gloomy sky, and then looked at the unlucky town under the gloomy sky. There were only a few people walking in the town.
Pedestrians all had unlucky expressions on their faces. He looked a little impatient, mumbled a few words, and said to his companion next to him: "Brother Xu, would you like to have a drink?"
"Junior Brother Sha, it's better to be calm! Senior Sister Meng has just passed away, the Palace Lord is on fire, and all the disciples in the West Palace are working hard, so we two went to drink. This is a crime committed against the wind, and it will not be unjust to be reported and beaten to death." Senior Brother Xu said in a tone of voice.
Indifferent.
Junior Brother Sha rolled his eyes and said with a sad face, "I heard that that person escaped from the Daxing Hall. He escaped even the tight defense. Is it useful for us to cast a net all over the sky like this?"
"Is there anything that our Daxing Hall can't do on the ground in the northwest?" Senior Brother Xu's expression was very confident, "When we are fully mobilized, our eyes and ears will be everywhere in the streets and alleys, even if he is a mouse
, and let him have nowhere to hide."
"I hope!" Junior Brother Sha sighed weakly and continued to stand next to the portrait, waiting for the insider to come to the door.
The weather was getting gloomier and gloomier, and a light rain came near noon, which wet most of the portraits the brothers posted in the morning. In the afternoon, the two chose a sheltered place to post a few more pictures and continued to wait. As evening approached,
The junior brothers finally found an insider, and it turned out that the person was a stammer. Junior Brother Sha was anxious and pressed, but he was so frightened that the person couldn't even speak. The three of them struggled for a long time, but they couldn't communicate with each other and came up with a result.
However, the sky quickly darkened.
At six o'clock, someone finally came to take over, but it was the county government official. The West Palace began to use the power of the government.
After the shift was over, the two of them walked to the restaurant. Along the way, they saw government officials going through the streets and alleys to check household registrations and interrogate suspicious people from outside, causing a lot of trouble in the whole street. The leader of the officials was holding a portrait in his hand, and he would look after anyone suspicious.
Comparison of portraits. Brother Xu Shashi was not a resident of the county and looked strange. The official looked at them sideways for a long time. Fortunately, their faces were quite different from their portraits, so there was no misunderstanding.
Junior Brother Sha looked at the bustling street, and his confidence suddenly increased by more than 10%. The depression of the day was relieved a lot. He and Junior Brother Xu had two drinks in the restaurant, so he felt comfortable all over, and he pulled his senior brother to go to this place.
As he was walking to the local kiln in the county, he was scolded by Senior Brother Xu, and they walked side by side towards the inn.
Junior Brother Sha raised his head and muttered as he walked: "You are such a boring person. Who can show you how to protect yourself like a jade? If you die accidentally and you will be a child until you die, wouldn't that be a big loss?"
"Whoosh!" There was a soft sound, and a sharp arrow passed through Junior Brother Sha's head, sprinkling little bits of red and white liquid.
Junior Brother Sha didn't pay attention, so he wiped it with his hands and continued to move forward: "If you get underground, the Lord of Hell asks: 'Boy, you are almost thirty, why are you still... so simple?' Do you still have the face?"
Are you a ghost?"
"Bang!" A muffled sound!
Junior Brother Sha finally heard the sound, turned around, and found his senior brother lying motionless on the wet street.
Junior Brother Sha was startled, and was about to run over to take a look, but found that his muscles tightened, and a rib was suddenly broken. The broken bone was ejected by the muscles, traveling all the way up the spine, and it was instantly nailed into his mind.
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The large-shaped west hall and Queye Pavilion.
An old man with chicken skin and white hair suddenly opened his slightly narrowed eyes and looked at the two lights that were extinguished in front of him, his eyes twinkling.
He stood up quickly, walked quickly to the wall on the left, looked at the map on the wall, and suddenly stretched out two fingers. A blood-red thumbtack was nailed to the map. Next to the thumbtack, there were three small blue characters.