Yue Yan and Dou Xie each have important things to do. One wants to make new clothes and the other wants to copy scriptures, both of which are related to their respective paths of practice.
The clues in Shi Wentong's case have been closed, and the three of them parted ways.
Farewell to the two of them, Feng Bei jumped onto the roof and headed towards the west of the city.
Wherever he passed, the crows avoided each other, and a rare "scene" of crows splitting up appeared in the night sky.
At night, the bright lights in the west of the city are extinguished one by one, and the shops are closed one after another.
This is "West Market".
West Market is the largest market in Daqian, covering an area of nearly 2,000 acres. There are more than 30,000 shops of various sizes, of which nearly half have Zheng's signboards and are connected to each other to form Zheng's Commercial Street. .
The Zheng family's industrial chain is so large that there are many that even Zheng Xiu himself cannot name.
Taking out a certain shop alone and providing the Zheng family with a monthly profit can barely be considered a "small profit."
But there are so many of these little bits and pieces that, when grouped together, they become a giant thing.
After more than 20 years of development, all walks of life have taken root here and become increasingly prosperous. Therefore, the "Western Market" has attracted many foreign merchants from neighboring small countries, such as Loulan, Tubo, Dadang, Zhangtun and other foreign countries, who come here to communicate with each other. none.
In a corner of the West City, there is a large-scale trading company covering an area of hundreds of acres, called "Daye Treasure Pavilion".
Feng Bei kept a low profile and entered quietly.
"Sorry, guest, we are closed."
The shopkeeper was an old man with a stout figure. He was lowering his head and settling accounts. When he heard someone stepping on the threshold, he said something casually.
But when he looked up and saw the visitor's special clothes, he was suddenly startled and made plans.
"Young man, Night Guard 374! I've met the adults!"
Feng Bei nodded, looking calm and polite: "Old man, there is no need to be polite. On the string three, Feng Bei, come to check Zhou Ji's body."
The old man was slightly stunned and his pupils shrank.
He was first shocked because of Zhou Ji's body, and secondly because of the identity of the visitor.
Three strings on the string, that "stranger", three strings on the string!
I didn't expect to be so young.
Zhou Jiduo died violently at home a few days ago. The cause of death was so mysterious that even the perpetrators could not be traced. Later, members of the "Xingxiu" who were stationed in the city used soul-chasing lanterns to investigate, and they really smelled the smell of a thaumaturge committing the crime. Unfortunately, It has been so long that the smell can no longer be traced.
Since it was a thaumaturge who committed the crime, Zhou Ji's case was not under the jurisdiction of the Yamen, let alone the Criminal Department. The hot potato was transferred to Ye Weiyang's West City Office at the speed of light.
Cases involving thaumaturges were all mysterious and dangerous, and Guo Zifei did not dare to intervene.
This is not as simple as bad luck or not. If you are not careful, it can kill people.
The shopkeeper who called himself "Night Guard Three Seven Four" did not dare to question. He stepped forward to close the store door. At this time, a raven flew from behind the house and stood on his shoulder.
Perhaps because of Feng Bei, the originally quiet raven seemed restless, kicking its paws on the old man's shoulders, and its head swayed from side to side like a convulsion.
It's the legendary stranger Shang Xian San!
Seeing the panicked and disgusted reaction of the raven, the shopkeeper knew what was going on. His fat body trembled slightly, and he quickly opened the delicate fabric curtain on the wall and opened a secret door.
The back of the secret door leads to the underground, and there is an ice cellar underneath that is used as a mortuary.
Zhou Ji had been dead for more than ten days, and would have rotted if it had not been placed in the ice cellar.
Bodies preserved in ice cellars do not have much odor.
"What did you find out?"
"Back to Mr. Shang Xian San, the city's policemen conducted a careful autopsy and said that Zhou Ji was mentally depressed and had swollen eyes before his death. It was obvious that he died of kidney qi loss and exhaustion. But later Mr. "Xingxiu" used a soul-chasing lamp to investigate and indeed found There are traces of the magic performed by the 'thaumaturgy master'." The old man answered in detail: "However, because Zhou Ji had been dead for too long at that time, or the magician had a high level of thaumaturgy, the soul-chasing lantern could not carry out the next step of tracking."
Feng Bei nodded calmly, pushed open the coffin lid, and looked at the body.
After a simple inspection, as reported by the police, there was no special abnormality on the surface of Zhou Ji's body.
It was the first time for Night Guard 374 to meet a senior executive who was not carrying a soul-chasing lantern or a raven to investigate a case, and he was very curious about Feng Bei's methods of investigating the case.
"What have you found about Zhou Ji's personal belongings, family members, and residence?" Feng Bei's eyes wandered around the body, paused for a moment, and then asked: "Among some of the doors that Ye Weiyang discovered, such as musicians, fortune tellers, actors, etc.
Demons, magical witches, etc. can take people's lives from a distance. Have you checked these possibilities?"
The fat shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and wondered secretly. This person was obviously as beautiful as a fairy, gentle and elegant, but standing behind her, the old man had the illusion that his heart was being held by invisible hands, which made the old man feel palpitations and chest tightness.
Feeling uncomfortable all over.
"Go back to Master Xuan San. It is written on the case file that everything has been investigated."
"Who wrote the case report?"
"It's Lord 'Void Rat' from the Twenty-Eight Constellations."
"It turns out to be Xu Shu." Feng Bei frowned, but said nothing more in front of the fat shopkeeper.
But Feng Bei knew that Xu Shu was a man who wanted to be promoted to the position of December, was careless and eager for quick success, and was not very reliable.
As he spoke, the fat shopkeeper had already prepared and presented the case.
Fengbei quickly flipped through the case files.
In the ice cellar, the only sound left was the "swish" sound as Fengbei quickly turned the pages.
suddenly.
Feng Bei's fingertips paused on one of the pages.
"It says here that among Zhou Ji's belongings, there is a safe bag. What is it?"
The old man wiped his sweat and said, "Go back to Master Shang Xian San. It is written above that the kit is empty."
"He has written it, but why is it empty?"
"This... subordinate doesn't know."
"Okay." Feng Bei closed the case, smiled slightly at Night Guard 374 and said, "Thank you."
The fat shopkeeper was somewhat flattered by Feng Bei's sudden courtesy. She asked the fat shopkeeper to go out to rest and warm himself up by the fire while she checked again alone.
After the fat shopkeeper left happily.
Feng Bei silently took off his right glove, revealing his white palm.
Feng Bei's fingers are slender and look weak and weak.
"call……"
In the ice cellar, Feng Bei relaxed her turbid air and exhaled a puff of white mist. She slowly rolled up her long hair covering her right eye, revealing her strange eye.
Deep in the pupils, there are two words - "Ding Wei"!
Feng Bei looked at Zhou Ji's head and felt something.
"Are you hiding there?"
She turned to look at Zhou Ji's head and slowly reached out her hands.
suddenly.
Zhou Ji, who had been dead for a long time, opened his eyes without warning, and black hair strangely grew on his blue and purple shriveled body. Zhou Ji had been dead for many days, and his pupils had long since turned pale, but at this moment, the whites of Zhou Ji's eyes were surrounded by
, was strangely covered with strands of black threads, like thin hair!
"Zhou Ji"'s eyes were covered with black lines, and his body was covered with fine black hair. He had a ferocious face and threw himself at Feng Bei.
Fengbei: "?"
…
Not long ago.
Zheng Zhai.
The moon shines brightly.
On the rooftop in the distance, three or two night guards were watching with boredom.
Ravens circled in the sky.
"Is there anything unusual about the Zheng family?"
"Half an hour ago, a child came in."
Several people communicated secretly.
"Children? What about the others?"
"If there is anything strange, there was music coming from Zheng's residence just now."
"Music."
"Yes, it's a very famous song in heaven and earth, called "Fishing Boat Evening Sing"."
"Hey! I always love listening to that song."
"Hiss, it turns out that you are also a frequent visitor to heaven and earth?"
"Haha, I'm a senior member."
"What a coincidence, so am I."
"Ahem." The other silent night guard couldn't listen anymore and coughed twice.
In fact, he is also a senior member.
But who can I tell this matter to? Let’s hide our merit and fame.
"It's okay then. Let's keep watching and don't miss any movement."
Several people looked embarrassed, nodded, and continued to follow, becoming professional again.
…
Inside Zheng's house.
When Zheng Xiu heard that Er Niang was seriously ill, he jumped out of the hall and went straight to Er Niang's bedroom.
Qing Shisan and others chased after him, watching the children walking skillfully in the winding corridors of Zheng's house, and their thoughts turned out to be true.
As expected of Master Zheng's illegitimate son, he is so familiar with the internal structure of Zheng's house.
Zheng Erniang lived in the small courtyard in the east wing. When Zheng Xiu walked straight into the archway, there was no one in the courtyard, but Zheng Xiu's eyebrows jumped and he stopped.
[Evil Boy] is equipped with five traits, in addition to the initial three [Inspiration], [Stealth], and [Boxing], the other two are the entrance-level [Detection] and [Intuition].
[Intuition] Alarmed, Zheng Xiu raised his eyes and vaguely saw a few thin figures hiding in the darkness.
"My young master! Slow down! Slow down!"
Qing Shisan followed steadily. He was amazed by the young master's pace, but Qing Shisan frowned and didn't ask in detail. When the young master stepped into the arch, he remembered that someone was squatting inside, puffed his cheeks, and whistled.
.
The long and short whistles only echoed in the courtyard, and the few figures lurking in the darkness faded.
"fraternity?"
Zheng Xiu was stunned. He understood the secret code of the whistle. He didn't expect that Qingpi had planted many assassins from the Brotherhood in Zheng's house. The matter seemed to be more serious than Zheng Xiu thought. When he started walking again, Zheng Xiu lost one of them.
Investigation].
【Detection successful.】
The investigation results told him that there were six people lurking in the darkness.
Although the investigation results were dispensable, Zheng Xiu was slightly startled by the words that appeared before his eyes.
[You gain a little experience through careful observation and investigation.]
[Investigation] stuck at the "Invasion" level can gain experience again.
Obviously, all his current derived abilities and the trait levels of his incarnation are closely related to the depth of the [Prisoner's Path].
But what makes Zheng Xiu a little surprised is that in addition to ghosts, the avatar can also gain experience points through various behaviors when traveling outside in the [fugue] form.
If you think about it carefully, it makes sense.
Now Zheng Xiu was concerned about Zheng Erniang's safety. He was not happy in his heart and had no intention of trying more. He hurriedly pushed away Zheng Erniang's boudoir.
Qing Shisanchu was in the courtyard. He could enter other houses, but Zheng Erniang's room was really inconvenient for him.
So he silently took out the dry cigarette from behind his back, lit it, and puffed out the smoke.
"Thirteen, what do you think?"
Ji Hongou crossed her legs and crossed her legs. The long skirt of an ordinary woman was slit to the height of her thighs. She sat on the wall, her toes were smooth and curled, and her posture was calm. However, her expression did not seem as relaxed as her posture.
"eccentric."
Qing Shi San Han cigarette flicked the cigarette stick, shattering the smoke ring, and slowly spit out two words.