Chapter 177 Disappeared into thin air among the crowd
In the dim light of the eastern twilight, with crimson clothes and rouge mist, a woman stood with her backlight, and the mist shone under her feet. She seemed to be standing on a blood cloud, holy yet strange, gorgeous yet strange, and for a moment it was not clear whether she was a god or a ghost.
It was obviously a light and shallow sentence, but somehow it calmed everyone down, and the chaos was silenced. Everyone stopped their movements and even their expressions, not daring to move anymore.
The red light in the sky dyed the mist that had not dissipated and the woman on the top of the Buddhist altar red. There were many dead and injured people lying on the ground, and the ground was bloody, making the woman on the top even more eerie.
It didn't look like a Buddhist event, but rather like a hell.
The smoke gradually faded, and the surrounding smoke gradually dissipated, leaving only the seven Buddhist niches still slightly shrouded.
In the chaos, all the carriages and horses were scattered, and the Buddhist niches were tilted. Several Buddha statues slipped out of the Buddhist niches and fell to the ground. The Buddha statues seemed to be bleeding out, and they were bright red. It was terrible to see. The tilted Buddha statues, Buddhist niches, and carriages and horses The giant wheel also crushed several people to death, leaving the ground a mess.
Yu Qiansi saw a team of soldiers in soap clothes and swords coming from a distance. She thought it was the Yamen of Qifucheng who got the news and came to stabilize the situation. She stood on a high place and searched for Jiang Jiqing's figure in the crowd, but she didn't have time to relax. In one breath, a ray of red light accompanied by a scream soared into the sky from the crowd at the end of the street, exploding in the bright sunlight.
That was the Xin Yan she left with Jiang Jiqing for emergencies.
"Bo Yi!" She quickly turned to look at the roof over there, only to find that there was no one on the roof.
A moment ago, he was still standing there staring at the street, but in an instant, it was like a black stone being swallowed silently by the deep fog of the lake.
Her face turned pale, and she stepped forward, ignoring the creaking Buddhist altar under her feet, and jumped towards the street. At the same time, she took out a nameplate from her arms and said to the group of approaching criminals: "The Criminal Division is ordered to investigate the case. Immediately surround everyone in the streets and alleys. No rescue, no rash action, no one can be allowed to leave!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she landed at the spot where the smoke had just sounded. There were people slumped everywhere on the bluestone floor. She finally managed to stand firm, but someone grabbed her by the ankle.
"Sir..." Commander Cui said with blood on his hands and face, "Holy..."
"Shut up!" Yu Qiansi knew what he was going to say, so she raised her foot and kicked him in the face, blocking what he was about to say. The kick made Commander Cui turn his head away and spit out a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, the people from the Tixing Division who were still staying at the inn saw Xin Yan and rushed over. However, there were people on the road, and like the Imperial Guards beside the carriages, it was difficult to get close to Yu Qiansi for a while.
Yu Qiansi made a gesture towards Wuyawei: "Five of you are going to keep an eye on the bad guys and pedestrians on the long street to stabilize the situation, and the rest are going to escort all the monks from the temple related to the Buddhist Association!"
If you say that there is nothing wrong with this sudden Buddhist meeting, only a ghost will believe it!
"Did you set off the cigarette?" Yu Qiansi stared down at Commander Cui, ignoring the stab wound on his body.
Commander Cui had difficulty breathing, his chest heaved violently, and he nodded slowly with his eyes closed.
Yu Qiansi leaned over and simply scratched his wound. The wound was deep and sharp. He turned to the few guards who wanted to squeeze over and said: "Don't come here. With Commander Cui as the center, the five of them spread their arms."
Radius, surround this circle."
The Imperial Guards immediately took the order. Only the deputy commander whom they had met last night hesitated: "Commander Cui is seriously injured? Should we find a doctor first?"
Groans and cries of pain filled the street. Yu Qiansi didn't look at him, just stared at him and snorted: "There are more people in this whole street who are seriously injured than him, and they are not allowed to leave. What's more, he failed in his errand."
The person? He is still alive now, just to look for clues. If the deputy commander is not going to obey my orders, he will tie himself up and squat in place, saving me from wasting manpower."
Vice Commander Cui's breath was suffocated, his face turned pale, and he no longer dared to defend himself. He clasped his fists and accepted the order, then pushed his way out of the crowd along with the other guards.
As soon as Ti Xing Si delivered the saint to them, they lost their lives. Fortunately, their eldest brother survived and threw out the letter from Ti Xing Si in public. Everyone looked like he was shirking responsibility. This guy
But Jade Rakshasa, even though he has not interacted with anyone in the palace for a long time, he has also heard about all the things she did in Beijing this year.
Just seeing the sneer on her lips, I felt chills all over. The weird scene of her standing on top of the bloody Buddha statue a moment ago resurfaced in my mind. It was really terrifying.
With the full cooperation of the Criminal Division and the bad people of Qifu City, the situation stabilized in just a moment. Only the complaints of the injured people on the long street were left.
"Master Yu, those injured are clamoring to leave for medical treatment," Yi Wuyawei stood on the roof and reported: "If it doesn't work, my subordinates will find some doctors to come over and give them a look?"
Yu Qiansi ignored it: "If today's incident becomes serious, they will not be able to escape death even if their injuries are treated. Now that they are injured and die, it can be regarded as a mercy to them."
Wuyawei no longer dared to speak, it was true. The long street was crowded with people, and the saint disappeared in the middle of the road. They were short of manpower, so what they could do was to surround everyone first and wait for them to find out one by one.
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If the saint is lost, the people on this street may not be able to die even a few times.
"Let them stay where they are, and those who act rashly will be killed on the spot." Yu Qiansi ordered calmly.
The bells and drums are ringing, and the city gate is about to open.
Three quarters of an hour had passed since the turmoil. She wanted to see how long it would take for these monks from the Seven Buddha Temple and the county magistrate to arrive.
Taking advantage of this time, she lowered her eyes and thought about all the details of today.
Commander Cui had a knife wound on his body. But among the densely packed crowd, he couldn't move, so why did the assailant insist on using a wide-open and wide-open knife to hurt people? Looking at Commander Cui's appearance, it was clear that he had fought with someone.
There are so many people here, even the Imperial Guards can't squeeze in. How can he fight with people in the middle of the crowd?
The most bizarre thing was that the saint, who was also squeezed in the center by the crowd, disappeared within a moment.
The same is true for Boyi.
But she was clearly standing on a high place. No one left from the high place. They should all be still in the middle of the long street.
She turned around and looked at the Buddha statues lying on the ground in the middle of the street, covered in blood.
Whether it was red smoke or golden light, they were just common deceptions, but why did she always feel that she had overlooked something?
"Hasn't the magistrate of Seven Buddhas City arrived yet?" When she saw Wuyawei leading a group of monks around from another street, Yu Qiansi pursed her lips impatiently.
Unexpectedly, the first thing to arrive was the ceremonial guard marching before the emperor's trip.
Magistrate Yu from Qifu City greeted Wang Song at the city gate, who had entered the city first with a large group of imperial guards.
A carriage separated from the motorcade and stopped outside the crowd. Wang Song, wrapped in a thick cloak, stepped out of the carriage and looked at Yu Qiansi from a high place.
Yu Qiansi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but within a moment, she became nervous again.
"Little Lord......"
Although these imperial guards can relieve her urgent need, let her allocate her manpower to search for traces of the saint.
