Dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty, I was working as a detective in Chang'an

After drinking with the young man, we decided to chat with Mr. Tan.

By this time, the boy was already drunk and unconscious, and he was too lazy to carry him back, so he arranged a room for him in Zuichun Pavilion and let him go to sleep.

The fat man and I came out from Zuichun Pavilion. When we looked at the sky, it was already turning white. The morning wind was very cool, so we planned to walk for a while.

At this time, the fat man came closer to me, lowered his head and said:

"Don't look back, go straight!"

I scanned the surroundings with my peripheral vision and found no one.

The fat man was very calm and said:

"We're being watched."

"How do I not notice?"

"This man is very skilled in martial arts, and his marking skills are very professional. We keep walking forward, wherever we go, until we get tired and fall down."

I never found the mysterious man stalking us, but the fat man said there must be one.

We are in the light and he is in the dark, so we have to use the stupidest method to make him tired to the point of vomiting and tired to the point of doubting life. How can he follow at that time?

So Fatty and I wandered aimlessly on the street. Fatty’s physical strength was not good enough. After only walking for a while, he was so tired that he had to stop to catch his breath. He said:

"It's no longer possible. I can't walk anymore. He can kill or chop him up as he pleases. If he continues, I will be dead."

"You just lack exercise. Let's find a place to rest for a while. Anyway, he is just watching, not here to kill us. He is hungry now. Let's go and eat something good to make him hungry."

When the fat man heard my suggestion, his eyes immediately lit up and he felt full of energy.

It was already daylight, and breakfast shops on both sides of the street were opening one after another. We saw a shop selling meat buns and decided not to leave because the smell of the meat buns was so tempting.

Those who drink in the evening will eat a few meat buns in the morning and a big bowl of spicy and sour belly soup in the evening, not to mention how delicious it is.

At this time, I noticed that there was a man wearing black night clothes opposite us. His eyes were always turned towards us intentionally or unintentionally. This outfit was very conspicuous during the day, attracting the attention of many troublemakers, and people pointed at him. Pointing.

He was always being looked at like this, and he felt embarrassed, so he turned around and went to a bathroom.

Fatty and I both find it a bit funny. Call him stupid. I didn't see him following us last night. Call him smart. He actually wore night clothes and walked around on the street during the day.

If he was the one who did this professionally, he shouldn't be beaten to death?

Now it's us who are keeping an eye on him. We were sitting in the shop opposite, eating meat buns and drinking tripe soup. It was very comfortable. He came out soon after entering the bathroom and changed his outfit. This time he was wearing a white robe. He was a young man with good features. Quite good-looking.

He sat across from us again, his eyes turning to us intentionally or unintentionally. I obviously felt like he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He must have felt it was a bitter taste, because he has been following us since last night until now.

The fat man walked towards this man carrying a basket of steamed buns:

"Eat some, it takes a lot of physical strength to follow people."

This young man was really rude. He took the bun and started eating it.

"The taste is okay, but it's a bit greasy. It would be nice if I had a vinegar dish."

The fat man smiled and said:

"You've eaten quite a lot!"

"This is just because you are hungry. On a normal day, even if you kneel down and beg me to eat this crap, I won't eat it."

The fat man was happy again, thinking that the young man in front of him was so damn interesting.

"I said, you are a young man from a wealthy family and you won't sleep in a good bed. Why are you following us? Are you coveting our beauty?"

The young man was also happy and said:

"In addition to your good financial skills, you are also quite thick-skinned, but I like it."

The fat man said seriously:

"Who the hell are you, and why are you following us? Don't give me a toast or drink a fine wine, my temper is not very good!"

The young man swallowed a mouthful of buns and said:

"I noticed you that day when you were gathering money at the gambling house with friends in Wugong County. I just wanted to become your apprentice and learn your craft."

Fatty said:

"Why should I teach you? You are my grandson?"

The young man said:

"I don't want to learn in vain. I'll pay whatever money you want."

"I'm not short of money either, I guess it's not easy to get money."

The young man nodded and said:

"That's right, but I can help you find out what you want to know most."

"Why should we trust you?"

"Because I am from Fengtang."

Now it was Fatty and I's turn to be surprised, feeling that this case was getting more and more interesting.

"Did you kill Li Zixing?"

The young man said:

"No, we Fengtang never do anything ourselves. This person framed us, but I know who this is."

"Who?" Fatty and I said in unison.

The young man swallowed the bun slowly and said to the fat man:

"You teach me my craft, and I'll help you find this person."

The fat man shook his head helplessly and said:

"You're so rebellious that you're the first to shoot. It's hard for me to keep a low profile. But if you want to become a disciple, you must submit a certificate of surrender. Do you have it?"

The young man thought for a moment and said:

"Okay, whatever you want to know, I can help you find out."

"Who killed Li Zixing, and why did he blame Fengtang again?"

"Okay, deal done, I'll give you news within three days. By the way, where can I find you then?"

"It's the bun shop just opposite. See you there."

"Okay." The young man stretched, wiped his mouth and walked away.

He walked halfway and turned back, saying:

"You won't lie to me, will you?"

"What good will it do me to lie to you?"

"That's right, I would rather offend the King of Hell than Feng Tang." After saying that, he turned around and left.

This time it's really gone.

I looked at the young man's retreating figure and asked the fat man:

"What if he really finds out about Li Zixing from you and you can't teach him his craft?"

The fat man smiled secretly and said:

"It can be taught, it can be taught!"

I don’t know what kind of medicine this fat man sells in his gourd, but judging from how confident he is, he should be able to fool this kid.

We finally got rid of this nervous young man, and the next stop was to meet Mr. Tan.

After eating and drinking enough, we had the strength to investigate the case. Fatty and I quickly found Mr. Tan’s residence.