Lu Chengfeng finally picked up the account book where Ma Qiancao was recorded, opened it again, searched carefully, and murmured to himself:

"On the 20th of the twelfth lunar month, the day before the incident, Jiangfu on Nanshi Street sold a specialty of Nanli, the precious Chinese herbal horsegrass, for six pounds and eight cents."

"Huh? Why is it gone? There is no list at the back! But the list at the front is exactly the same as the list recorded in the secret letter in our hands!"

After Lu Chengfeng searched carefully, he started shouting in confusion.

Wu Jingmo took the account book smoothly, looked at it carefully, and said:

"Yes, this should be the original record of the secret letter in our hands. The secret letter was copied based on the list above. However, there are really blank pages at the back!"

As he said that, he moved forward again and asked:

"Where did Brother Chengfeng find it on this aircraft just now?"

"Right here!" Lu Chengfeng pointed to the second frame on the shelf at hand.

"If this account book is sorted according to time, then the recent black market transaction records should be around here. We just need to look through them one by one slowly."

Wu Jingmo suggested firmly.

But after really searching through them one by one, nothing was found.

"I once searched Jiang's study and found out that on the surface Jiang was a regular tea horse salt merchant, but secretly he was engaged in digging up ancestral graves! Moreover, Jiang's study contained a large number of tools used for communicating with the Caobang.

Fish pattern plain paper, so the Jiangfu must have close contact with the Caobang. It is very likely that the stolen goods are exported through the Caobang!"

Lu Chengfeng recalled what he saw and heard in Jiangfu's study that day, calmed down and said:

"Therefore, if Jiangfu is really a major supplier of Caobang's black market, then Caobang should have a special account book to record it. In this way, it will definitely not be mixed in the transaction list of these retail investors! We can change the position and look for it carefully.

try to find!"

At this moment, the accountant actually woke up and took a closer look. Not only was Wei Laoqi standing in his room, but there were also three more helpers. Not only did he faint, but he also said "black market".

Sensitive words such as "account books" and "directory" even mentioned Jiang Mansion!

So, he no longer dared to pretend to be dead and shouted loudly:

"Come on! Help! Someone..."

It was too late, but before he could finish shouting for help, Tian Zifang had covered his mouth with a big hand, and had tightly pinched the accountant's neck with his other hand, staring at him with wide eyes.

he.

Wei Laoqi blew out the burning oil lamp in the accounting room with a quick blow.

The two warriors patrolling outside heard the cry for help, picked up their swords and hurried towards the courtyard.

When I came to the door of the accounting room, I saw that there was no light in the accounting room, and it didn't look like there was anyone inside.

Out of vigilance, the two men stood in front of the door, holding knives in both hands, ready for attack, and shouted loudly:

"Who is in the room? Report quickly!"

Tian Zifang pinched the accountant's big hand tightly again, locking it directly on his vitals, and said softly:

"If you want to survive, be honest! Tell them to leave!"

The accountant's life was now in Tian Zifang's hands, so he had no choice but to obey his instructions, pretending to be calm and shouting:

"It's okay! It's just a big rat, and I was scared! It's okay! It's okay! You go first!"

Lu Chengfeng saw that the accountant was quite smart and knew how to act on camera, so he stepped forward and asked:

"Let me ask you! Does your Cao Bang chief rudder have a transaction account book specifically for Jiang Mansion? How are the various treasures obtained from Jiang Mansion's tomb robbery sold through your black market?"

"I don't know! I don't know!" When the accountant heard about Jiang Mansion, his hands and feet danced in panic.

"Really? Then, young master, the knife in my hand doesn't have eyes!"

Lu Chengfeng didn't know when he had a dagger in his hand. He was wiping the stains on the dagger with his sleeve with his head tilted, and he was approaching the accounting clerk with an aggressive expression.

That dagger was the one that Wei Laoqi put down after the fight with Tian Zifang. Unexpectedly, it could be used to intimidate Mr. Fan.

"Sir, have mercy on me! My lord, have mercy on me! I said! I said, can't you do it?"

The accountant was already scared to death and said:

Lu Chengfeng asked Tian Zifang to release his hands so that the accountant could get the special account book.

I saw Mr. Na Fan crawling and rolling to a corner of the house, and tremblingly took out one account book after another from an iron box.

Small sample! It seems that there are quite a lot of big players in the black market! Lu Chengfeng thought secretly.

It's a pity that there is no oil lamp in the corner, so it's dark and hard to tell what it is. Only Mr. Fan, who is so familiar with this place and can reach out and touch it with his eyes closed, can know the subtleties.

Lu Chengfeng saw that he had been groping tremblingly in the corner for a long time, so he had to ask Tian Zifang to light the only oil lamp in the room for him, and then he looked around the room to see if there was anything else.

of light source.

At this time, Wu Jingmo suddenly took out another fire seal from his arms and took a quick step.

He rushed over and shined the fire stick, his face changed drastically! He said angrily:

"How dare you lie to us! There's nothing in here!"

Mr. Na Fan held on to the edge of the big iron box and said tremblingly:

"I, I didn't lie to you! They were all put here! Why, suddenly, they all disappeared!"

When the other three people heard something was wrong, they immediately stepped forward and overturned the big iron box.

After the heavy box was overturned by them, stacks of white paper floated out like big snowflakes and scattered all over the floor.

At this moment, Mr. Fan, surrounded by four of them, was so frightened that he peed his pants. He was sitting on the wet floor and said tremblingly:

"You, what do you want to do? I, I really didn't lie to you! I don't know what's going on! Don't, don't kill me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the four people had no intention of giving up. They hurriedly stamped their heels and shouted anxiously and angrily:

"Wei Laoqi! Please speak up for me! I was so considerate of you just now, but now you are treating me like this! Huh! I'm really blind! How can I make friends like you! Even from the same hometown?

! Return an old friend! Bah”

After saying that, he spat hard on Wei Laoqi's face.

Wei Laoqi believed what he said and hurriedly explained to him:

"Maybe what he said is true, maybe he doesn't know it?"

When the accountant heard this, he nodded as if there were reinforcements and said:

"Yes, yes, yes! I really don't know! I am just a small accountant! Among the chief rudders of the Cao Gang, there are many leaders bigger than me! If you don't believe me, ask him! Wei Laoqi, what do you mean?

right?"

Wei Laoqi nodded silently again.

"Then let me ask you, do you know where the horse grass sold by Jiang Mansion on the 20th of the twelfth lunar month is? Who bought it? Do you have any impression?"

Wu Jingmo said seriously.

"This...I...I can't say it!"

The accountant suddenly started hesitating again, as if there was a huge hidden secret.

Tian Zifang took the dagger and pressed it to the accountant's neck, glaring angrily:

"If you don't tell me, I will stab you to death! Let's see if your life is more important, or what you are telling us to lie about is more important!"

"I said! I said! He is our boss!"

Mr. Na Fan finally opened the mouth of Chrysostom under the threat of his life, which shocked the four people present!
Chapter completed!