Chapter 231 There are no good people in Jianhu City
Entering the mourning hall, a group of women and children bowed their heads and bowed around them, all crying.
Zhao Changhe stepped forward to offer a gift and offer incense. Looking around at the expressions of the people around him, he always felt that something was amiss.
The so-called women and children, there are no children, they are all women, ranging from their twenties to their forties and fifties. It seems that they are all the wives and concubines of the deceased. There are no old people, children, and no other biological records such as uncles and brothers. It is very unlike a family.
And the crying is weird. It is still common in this world to go to the mourning hall to pay homage to relatives. All the relatives you see are crying at the beginning. After a few days, how many people are still crying, and even if there are still, there are only
Very few. But these people are still crying after how many days have passed.
I accidentally remembered that if time in this world continues to move forward, then I should have been "missing" for nearly a year at this time. I don't know how my parents will cry... It's nothing to put some gold foil on it, if you can beat the blind woman
, damn, I want to kill her alive!
Huh……
Kill that witch...
Zhao Changhe was stunned.
For a long time, I have forgotten the "main line" of my entry into this world. It was originally said that I could go back by myself by killing the witch. When the blind man fell into his dream, he also said that there were two ways to go back. One was to complete this "ambition", and the other was to go back on his own.
Practice to the point where you can break the barriers of time and space.
No one knows about the witch, and in dreams I only see her back, and there is no way to find her. Sometimes Zhao Changhe also wonders, could it be that Chi, Sisi, or even the Winged Fire Snake could be the witch? Otherwise, why would he?
Why do you always meet witches? Based on this, Zhao Changhe has never planned to explore who the witch is, fearing that if he finds out something, it will cause trouble to himself.
But at this moment, I suddenly remembered that the three cards that came with the time travel were all theoretically my own. The first one was a mistake behind my back, and the second one had a location card and an entanglement that had not been solved for a long time. The identity of this prince
Most of the storms that have arisen so far have been entangled with this incident, and it has not stopped yet.
The third card is the clue to unlocking the identity of the witch... However, as a clue to decrypt, how do you show that this thing "belongs to you"?
The places that can be reflected so far are——
The Heavenly Book was awakened and sealed by oneself.
Is it really because of that thing? Maybe the third card has already taken effect...
But here comes the question, the three cards were given by the blind man. If the blind man is the book spirit, did she give herself to them?
So it seems that she is not a book spirit?
The logic was a bit confusing for a while and I couldn't figure it out. However, I had never thought about this problem before. This unexpected trigger inspired me to think about it more in the future...
Zhao Changhe put away his divergent thoughts. The Ji family next to him had been looking at him blankly for a while. This yellow-faced man who called himself Shenhuang Sect had been staring at the coffin without making a sound since the worship ceremony. What a feeling
Really penetrating.
"Ahem." Zhao Changhe finally said: "Junior Brother Ji asked me to investigate the situation. How did Uncle Ji die?"
The woman who had greeted him outside the house before and asked him to uphold justice sobbed: "My husband originally held a banquet with wine and asked Han Wu Bing to speak out, but for some unknown reason during the dinner, Han Wu Bing suddenly made a surprise attack, and my husband was caught off guard and died on the spot.
Fortunately, President Pinghu Huiyan was eating nearby and heard the sound of breaking in the door..."
Fortunately...this wording.
Zhao Changhe looked at her deeply and said nothing.
How can you ask others to administer justice after things like this? Why don't you just ask Yan Lianping to administer justice?
There was an old man who looked like an old butler next to him and couldn't help but said: "The gang leader was indeed killed by Han Wubing. If this senior brother can help find the murderer, I would be very grateful. But if the matter is urgent, please take care of our young master and brothers."
The only thing is to help preserve the Ji family's property."
Zhao Changhe became more energetic: "What should I say?"
"Nowadays, the Xingyi Gang is leaderless and scattered. Many high-level backbones have been absorbed by the Pinghu Society, and the gang's properties have also been annexed by the Pinghu Society. We all accept this. But some of the properties are owned by the master personally, so why should they be annexed?
Now we, a group of old brothers, are guarding Taiping Street, but how long can we guard it? Yan Lianping is digesting various industries at this time, and he will not have time to deal with us for a while. After a few days, everything will be over..."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "Then take me to Taiping Street."
The housekeeper was overjoyed: "What is this senior brother's name?"
Zhao Changhe patted the wine gourd: "Situ smiled."
The whole audience was speechless. Even the woman's eyes flashed with shock.
If Situ Xiao is really here, his nature is different from that of ordinary disciples!
Didn't Situ Xiao use an epee? Could this sword... be a fake?
Zhao Changhe secretly apologized to Situ Xiao and looked at the expressions of the spectators coldly, knowing more and more in his heart.
He told Situ Xiao's name on purpose. This kind of muddy water requires a shark to stimulate it to expose the mud underneath.
Looking at it now, I'm afraid there are no good people in Hongdong County... No one is really sad about Ji Yinan's death. Otherwise, when they hear Situ Xiao's name, they shouldn't be shocked, but should be ecstatic. Even the housekeeper is also
It's not that he really wants to keep the young master's property loyally, it's true that he wants to use the power of "young master and senior brother" to make some money for himself.
The butler hesitated and tried: "This senior brother, we are not suspicious, Mr. Situ does not seem to be in this outfit..."
Zhao Changhe suddenly pushed forward with his palm. In an instant, wind and thunder rose wildly, the white flags in the mourning hall roared, and the candles were destroyed.
"God's Brilliant Wind and Thunder Palm!" The butler dared to receive this palm, quickly retreated, waved his hand and said: "Mr. Situ, calm down, calm down..."
Zhao Changhe said coldly: "My junior brother's father was killed, and you only care about the industry. If you say it was Han Wubing who killed him, then it is Han Wubing who killed him? I want an autopsy."
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
Zhao Changhe showed off his Situ Xiao style and said, "What? Could it be that you are seeking wealth and harm..."
Before she finished speaking, the woman hurriedly said: "Mr. Situ wants to do an autopsy, so of course it's a good idea... Come and open the coffin!"
The coffin lid was removed, Zhao Changhe covered his nose and stepped forward, carefully examining the fatal wounds on the chest of the corpse.
Different from the last autopsy to check for evil spirits, the body was rotten that time, but this time it was still intact. Han Wubing's sword was slightly longer and slender than the average person's. In the eyes of professionals, this wound was relatively easy to distinguish. It really looked like Han Wubing's.
Killed by disease.
But Zhao Changhe sneered in his heart.
Because the sword Han Wubing was accustomed to broke earlier, he later found a new sword in the sword room. Zhao Changhe had seen that sword before, and it had an ordinary shape. How could it be more slender than others?
This person was not killed by Han Wubing.
Of course, it didn't matter whether Han Wubing killed the person in this matter. Even if he did, it wouldn't be a big deal. He was not here to figure out who the murderer was. What he wanted to figure out was the strength of the murderer.
He endured the nausea, stretched out his hand to touch the wound lightly, felt the remaining breath inside, and let the heavenly book analyze it.
After a long, long time, he finally covered the body again calmly and said calmly: "It is indeed Han Wubing's sword. My condolences..."
The woman bowed: "Sir, please make the decision."
Zhao Changhe nodded and said to the housekeeper: "Take me to see the so-called industry."
The butler nodded and bowed: "Please, Mr. Situ."
Taiping Street is the street where the Ji family lives. The housekeeper accompanied Zhao Changhe to inspect a few shops and restaurants there. He said with a smile, "I am devoted to the gang. I don't have many properties under my name. I only have a few shops."
, if they are all taken away, even the soul in heaven will not rest in peace..."
Zhao Changhe's eyes fell on a cow and sheepskin shop: "Xingyi Gang mainly operates sheepskin and other industries? Well... there are also cheese, kumiss..."
The steward said: "They are all the best things from the North and have nothing to do with the barbarians. Don't worry, Mr. Situ."
"Okay, I already know this. I will talk to Yan Lianping tomorrow. The things belonging to my Junior Brother Ji must not fall into the hands of others."
"If Mr. Situ takes action, Yan Lianping will definitely give him face!" The housekeeper nodded and bowed: "The guest house has been cleaned. Sir, please check in."
Zhao Changhe shook his head: "I have another place to live, and I will come find you tomorrow morning."
The housekeeper did not dare to force him to stay, so he watched Zhao Changhe leave with a smile.
Zhao Changhe silently opened his eyes behind him and observed for a long time. Suddenly he started to move through the streets with Qinggong and disappeared in an instant.
Someone chased him to the corner of the street and lost sight of Zhao Changhe. They looked at each other: "Why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?"
"That's Situ Xiao. There's nothing strange about us not being able to keep up. Go tell the president..."
"Damn, why is this city getting weirder and weirder? All kinds of gods are hiding here."
Zhao Changhe emerged from the shadows and laughed dumbly.
The servants of the Ji family all reported directly to the "president"...
Only then did he really start his Qing Gong and disappear into the darkness.
He returned to the small courtyard of the inn quietly, but there was a candle in the room, and a pig's head was sitting inside, as if it had been waiting for him for a long time.
Zhao Changhe pushed the door open and said with a smile: "How about it, do you have any clues there?"
Zhuque lazily said: "It's hard to say anything else. At least I know that Han Wubing has not been caught by the Pinghu Society. I eavesdropped on their private conversations and they all said that Han Wubing was not caught. This cannot be false. As for telling me in person
I don’t know if it’s true or not, can you analyze it?”
"Oh? There is actually something suspicious that you don't know is true or false?"
"Yes, they told me that He Lei lived in the Ji family. Either Yan Lianping lied, or Wei Zicai lied. Whoever lies is a traitor to his own family, and the other party is not a traitor, right?"
"With your tone, you still hope that Yan Lianping is not a traitor. The problem actually lies with Wei Zicai?"
"Of course, don't I really hope that there will be a traitor in Erbasu?"
"But unfortunately, both of them are lying." Zhao Changhe said seriously: "Tomorrow I will negotiate with Yan Lianping in the name of Situ Xiao. He may take you to listen? No matter what happens then, you must
Be careful with Yan Lianping, it's best to attack him as soon as possible... I doubt he is more than the eighth level of the Mysterious Entrance, maybe he is at the level of the human rankings, so you must not be careless."
Suzaku was stunned for a moment, his expression under the mask was a bit ugly.
If what Zhao Changhe said is true, then according to the setting of the ninth level of the Winged Fire Snake Porch, something might really happen, and then I really have to accept his favor...
But who is he to judge Yan Lianping's level? Even if he goes for an autopsy, he can't find out?
Recommend a copy of "Abyss Train": This is an underground adventure story that is not too serious and has a sense of life.