I Became an Anonymous Boss

Shirataki frowned slightly, feeling a bad premonition. Considering that there might be a trap behind the door, he climbed over the one-meter-high fence and landed in the courtyard.

The house here is not big, but it is not considered poor. It can be seen that it is a family of three.

One side of the ground is drying rice, but the rice has been wet by a torrential rain, and no one picks it up.

The yard does not look messy, and there is no scene of fleeing famine.

Shirataki held his breath, walked to the main entrance of the house, and pushed open the concealed door.

Then, a depressing smell wafted over.

It's food, wine, and a little bit of putrefaction.

Shirataki calmly put on the mask and disposable leather gloves, and stepped into the main hall.

Observe the scene first.

——As far as the eye can see, it is the main hall of the house.

——There is a table, four stools, some sundries, and several dishes displayed on the table, including meat and vegetables, and a jug of wine.

—Besides, there are four people in the main hall, two men and two women, two men, one older and one young; two women, one older and one younger.

——All four people have died, and the time of death... should be more than 24 hours.

Then there is the inspection site.

——The scene is quite chaotic, it should be that no one has touched it.

——The grease after the food was overturned has very clear traces of dragging, and no traces mean that the corpse has not moved.

——There is a possibility of camouflage, but it is not too great.

Then there is the inspection of the body.

——The four of them grabbed their own necks, showing signs of spitting blood, but no signs of resistance or struggle.

——The clothes are complete, and there are no other bleeding spots, and no external injuries can be seen. It is only after a detailed inspection that it is clear whether there are internal injuries.

——From an intuitive point of view, it is suspected that he died of poisoning.

Because he didn't have a camera, he could only take out his notebook and pen and start recording what he observed... Although he didn't want to admit it, this was a simple truth he learned from the famous arrester. A good memory is not as good as a bad pen.

Shirataki wrote down here and stopped writing.

He had some doubts whether this poison was the same poison that everyone in the Tantai family suffered from.

They are also suddenly violent and highly poisonous. After eating, they vomit blood, and then quickly slump and die.

Even the traces of struggle are very slight, which proves that the death is very fast.

Shirataki rubbed his chin, feeling slightly puzzled.

The dead servant was apparently the young man.

If you want to kill him, you don't have to go through the trouble of poisoning him. On the way out of Jinling City, you can teach him to evaporate at any time.

Similarly, there is no need to poison the whole family to death, which is too vicious.

"For the time being, I don't want to know why..."

Shirataki returned his attention to the table, he walked around the table, thinking about what was poisoned.

The dishes here are reserved, as well as the drinks, you can find a small animal to try.

Coincidentally, the family also raised some poultry, including chickens and ducks.

Although I am sorry for these little lives, in order to get more clues, I can only feed them cakes with tears in my eyes.

I caught a few poultry and they were probably starving, so they would eat whatever they wanted.

After trying all the dishes on the table, Shirataki waited for a while, but there was nothing abnormal.

A duck was drank a few sips of wine, and it was almost floating when walking, but it did not vomit blood or show signs of poisoning.

Shirataki frowned, he felt strange, and walked back into the room, wanting to see if there was anything missing.

At this moment, he noticed what was being held in the hand of the dead servant.

It was a container, an iron lunch box, with rough workmanship, but there were some food residues left.

"Sure enough, there are omissions..." Bai Taki was about to pick it up, but suddenly stopped, and turned around suddenly: "Who is it!"

As soon as the words fell, black figures crossed the high wall, but they were wearing night clothes for most of the day. There were several people in total.

Shirataki himself was slightly surprised by this.

...Someone really squatted on me.

... I just habitually swindled and yelled.

...too straightforward, brothers and sisters.

"So many people are staring at me, obviously I think I'm careful enough."

Bai Taki raised his eyebrows slightly: "It doesn't seem like I have planted something here in advance, but I just came here now. My whereabouts have been exposed."

He squeezed his fist slowly, his bones crackling: "But just because you want to keep me, maybe..."

The figures in black didn't speak, they just circulated their true energy silently, sending out dangerous signals.

There are seven people in total, the lowest is the ninth level of Qi training, and the highest is the Inner Heaven and Earth Consummation.

Although he has no innate talent, his average cultivation level is better than that of Shirataki.

"Okay, it's enough to keep me, it's enough, it's enough." Before Mr. Bai had time to slant his mouth, he immediately put on a smile: "Be gentle, it's not good to shout and kill, everyone Give a little love and the world will be a better place..."

This kind of talk is useless, and there is no way to delay the time. The seven men in black clearly want him to rush to the street.

Shirataki had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, suppressed his smile, and weighed the lunch box in his hand.

"Follow me on purpose, don't you just want to follow me to find something?"

The eyes of the men in black fell on the iron box without exception.

Shirataki raised his eyebrows: "Want this?"

Using the Heavenly Demon True Qi, the pitch-black energy circulated, and with a deep breath, Shirataki stepped on the ground suddenly, lifted one foot off the ground, his right arm muscle was tense like a bowstring, and he assumed the posture of a baseball pitcher throwing with all his strength.

"Go!" Throwing the right hand, the iron box flew out of the courtyard wall at a speed hard to find with the naked eye, and went straight to a certain direction.

The seven men in black froze immediately, and looked at the direction where the lunch box was flying at the same time. They looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

——What should I do?

Chapter 66 The Limits of Mortals

About half of the men in black were attracted by the lunch box, and the threat of the remaining three or two was much smaller.

Shirataki once again exploded three dantians, and he was still a warrior dantian at the Ninth Level of Qi Training and Neitiandi Perfection.

This made his devilish energy grow a little again, and he vaguely felt the obscurity of the movement of true energy.

The ghost orb he had obtained earlier, together with the experience points collected from fighting monsters these days, finally made the experience bar full.

You can break through to the eighth turn.

Shirataki was a little overjoyed, the eighth rank had already reached the minimum training requirement for one style of martial arts among the nine ranks of the demon.

If it wasn't for the inappropriate place, he would have definitely started trying to break through.

When he left the town, Shirataki put away the glass vial.

The previous lunch box is not important, what is important is the residue in the box.

He collected a small amount in a bottle, and just checked to see if it was poisonous.

The purpose of coming has been accomplished, Bai Taki hurried back to Jinling City, returned the horse, and went straight to the Tantai family's mansion.

It was nearly dusk.

People in Tantai Family's family were still in panic, the servants and nurses all walked with their heads down, secretly looking worried.

This makes Bai Taki a little strange, one must know that Patriarch Tantai will return within three days at most, even if he is uneasy, it is only temporary, it is impossible to look at everyone with a little fear hidden in his eyes like now.

What happened during the short two hours that I left?

Bai Taki had a bad premonition, went straight to the depths of the courtyard, and saw Han Xiao outside the door.

This congenital fourth-layer master was standing at the door of the other garden, clasping his hands, looking gloomy and pale.

When Bai Taki approached, Han Xiao just glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

At this time, Tantai Ziyue's uncontrollable voice came from the courtyard: "What did you say..."

Her voice trembled.

"Miss, I'm afraid the old lady won't be able to make it through..." the old housekeeper said with a suppressed voice.

"Your medical skills can't save grandma?"

"The old matriarch's health has not been very good. The poison has exhausted her vitality and overdrawn her foundation, and she can't make up for it." The housekeeper lowered his head and folded his hands: "I tried my best, Miss, please You go in, and now you can have a last word with her..."

Tantai Ziyue turned her head, she bit her bloodless lips, and pushed open the door with trembling hands.

The movements were slow and heavy, perhaps she had never been so afraid in her life, but no matter how frightened she was, she had to face it.

It was a quaint room, as old as its owner.

On the bed, a frail old man was leaning on the quilt, with gray hair and wrinkled but still kind facial features.

She didn't fall asleep, but half-opened her eyes: "Yue'er... come, come to grandma..."

"Grandmother." Tantai Ziyue's footsteps and voice trembled, her heart felt sore and numb, her body stiffened, she held those hands, and knelt down on the side of the bed: "You will be fine... You will be fine... I have found a very powerful person, and I will definitely be able to find out who the poisoner is and what the antidote is... You will be fine if you feel uncomfortable for a while."

The old man held her palm: "Silly boy... How can I not know about myself?"

The eyes of the old lady are full of kindness. Although she can hardly see clearly, she still remembers, looking at her most beloved granddaughter, watching her fall to the ground, watching her learn to crawl, walk and run, and watch her come out day by day. The beauty... seems to have been watching her like this for half her life.

She whispered, "You've grown up, my little girl."

Tantai Ziyue tried her best not to shed tears, but just hummed.

"Help me up..." the old lady said, "I want to go outside and have a look."

Tantai Ziyue didn't dare to object, she realized that this was the last, she lifted her grandmother, supported her, went to the door, and moved a few steps, each step was so light, as if every step, a part of her body The weight is all dissipated.