Sir, I can do it!

Wei Fang held his sword and watched Xie Tao go out, scratched his head and asked Wei Zhao, "Master, why am I getting more and more confused?"

Wei Zhao played with the fan in his hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes fell to the side, thoughtful: "What are you confused about?"

Wei Fang scratched his head and thought for a while, and said: "As the young master said, the Xie family's refusal to hand over witnesses shows that the Xie family has ghosts in their hearts. But if they have ghosts in their hearts, why did they go to the police station immediately after the salt truck was robbed?" They are being searched. And judging by the attitudes of Xie Hong and his son, they seem to be very impatient. But they still refuse to hand over witnesses in such a hurry, isn't this contradictory."

Wei Fang spoke in a muddleheaded manner, and in the end he was completely confused. He raised his eyebrows irritably: "Oh, there is something wrong with everything anyway. It's really annoying what the Xie family and his son are up to."

Wei Zhao smiled and said, "It's normal for something to go wrong. If everything goes well, I'd like to think more about whether the Xie family is digging a hole ahead again."

Wei Fang was even more confused.

Wei Zhao's eyes fell on the void, and he said quietly: "The felon who died in the government prison seems to be conveying some news to me."

Wei Zhao's thinking spanned too far, and Wei Fang didn't have time to react, so he blurted out: "What news?"

Wei Zhao tilted his head: "I don't know..."

"Oh!" Wei Fang jumped up suddenly, clapped his fists, and shouted, "I know!"

Wei Zhao's heart skipped a beat twice, he stroked his chest panting, and glared at Wei Fang angrily: "You're going to scare me to death!"

Wei Fang was embarrassed and said, "Isn't this just a moment of excitement?" He strode up to Wei Zhao and said, "Young master, we just went to the government office to be interrogated, and the man committed suicide by taking poison. .Do you think the person behind it is threatening the young master with this, telling the young master not to continue the investigation, otherwise his life will be in danger."

It was rare for Wei Zhao to look at him directly: "What you said is not unreasonable."

Wei Fang struggled with himself again: "But how do other people know who is coming when they are in prison, and when will they arrive?"

"That's not easy. We didn't hide our whereabouts when we left Beijing. It's normal for someone to stare at us."

"That's still not right. Since you don't want the young master to investigate, there are plenty of opportunities to do it on the way. Why wait until Huaizhou, and spend a lot of time sending news to the felons in the prison, and then make such a move."

Wei Zhao also let out a 'huh', and looked at Wei Fang approvingly: "Okay, I've grown." He rubbed his chin, thought for a while, and said, "It's not like no one will do anything on the road, but some people want me to check, some people I hope I don't investigate...Wei Fang, let's go to the government prison to have a look."

"Ah? What are you looking at, the corpses have been carried out..."

Wei Fang just muttered like this, and followed Wei Zhao honestly.

After the body was carried out yesterday, no one came to this cell again.The jailer guarding the cell heard that he fell ill from fright and never came back to be on duty.This is a prison cell for serious offenders, and it is strictly forbidden for idlers to come here on weekdays.Now that there is no one in there, then no one will come.So the site is well protected.

It has been raining for the past few days, and the cell is damp.A lot of rainwater drifted in through the skylight, and the cell was wet.The bloodstains were also diluted a lot.

Recalling the scene at that time, the prisoner's head was facing north, his feet were facing the door of the cell on the south side, he was facing west, and his body was slightly bent.The palm of the right hand is facing up, and the palm of the left hand is pressed on the ground...

Wei Zhao circled around the place where the deceased died, his eyes fell on a bloody blood clot under his feet, he pointed at the blood clot with the handle of his fan and said, "Does this look like a word?"

The pool of blood was washed away by the rain, and the traces were blurred and faded.But if you look carefully, you can vaguely see the outline.Wei Fang watched it for a long time before saying, "It seems to be a word of 'waiting'."

Wei Zhao paced back and forth in the cell, muttering, "Wait? Wait for what? How long? Are you telling me to wait, or are you warning someone?"

Wei Fang said: "I don't know if Mr. Fang can find any clues."

Wei Zhao shook his head: "The people behind the scenes can think of such a way to warn, they must be very cautious people who don't want to reveal their identities. Mr. Fang can't find anything at all."

"But here is such a plausible word, nothing is clear, what should we do, we really have to wait?"

Wei Zhao hit him on the head with the handle of his fan: "I just said you're smart. We're here to investigate the case, how can we just do what others say. Oh, he told me to wait and I'll wait, what a shame."

He threw off the fan to cover his nose, and said with disgust on his face: "Okay, okay, let's go, you will be suffocated to death if you stay in this cell for a moment, and you don't pay attention to hygiene."

Wei Fang: ... a prison cell still pays attention to hygiene, it is considered an inn.

Back in the backyard of the government office, a carrier pigeon flew over with flapping wings and went straight to Wei Fang's arms.He grabbed the carrier pigeon and said happily, "It's Wei Mu's letter."

"Look at it."

Wei Fang untied the bamboo tube from the pigeon's leg, took out the note, and said, "Wei Mu said that he found strangers at Baicui Peak. Those people were very good at hiding their whereabouts. He lost him several times. Almost all of them were near the Taoist temple. Disappeared."

Wei Zhao sucked his lips: "There is indeed a problem with the Yuxu Temple." He twirled his fan and said, "You let Wei Mu keep watching, and be careful not to startle the snake."

While speaking, Han Sizhi came in from the outside with a solemn expression, saw Wei Zhao was there, and cupped his hands at him: "Master Wei."

Seeing that he was thinking, Wei Zhao asked, "Did Han Sizhi make a new discovery?"

Han Sizhi looked out, and said in a low voice: "I went to Qifeng Mountain again today, and there are new footprints on the mountain. I observed for a long time, and at least dozens of people walked by that path. Go deeper At that time, I found the person who was alone. But that person is very good at hiding and counter-hunting." He frowned and said: "From the way he acts, he seems to be a scout in the army."

"Scout!" Wei Zhao's face was serious, and he signaled Wei Fang to pass the note to Han Sizhi, and said, "Wei Mu also found such people in Bai Cui Peak, could it be the same group?"

"It's hard to say." Han Si said straightly, "Those people on Qifeng Mountain seem to be looking for something."

"Han Sizhi is sure that those people are scouts?"

Han Sizhi hesitated for a moment, and said: "It feels like it is." He glanced at Wei Fang and said, "Brother Wei Fang is a secret guard, with high skills, good at concealing guards and assassinating. The breath often seems to be absent, although it is not deliberately restrained." , but years of training have made Brother Wei Fang used to this. Although the scouts are also good at concealing and spying, they are from the military, and their behaviors are well-organized. I am most familiar with this kind of breath when I am around Dad."

Wei Zhao clenched his palms into empty fists and pounded on the table beside him, saying: "Army scouts appeared on the outskirts of Huaizhou. One is a spy from East Vietnam, the other is Xie's private army, and the third is a soldier from Qi State."

Han Sizhi said: "In the early years, Dongyue often fought with Sushen. After fighting many times, they thought that the Sushen clan was strong, so they trained the army according to the method of Sushen's army. The army often used long swords to fight, and they were very brave. And Qifeng Mountain The person who appeared on the screen is equipped with a saber, looks like Beiyan Beidi."

"Could it be that Beiyan is secretly trying to sow discord?" Wei Fang asked in surprise.

Wei Zhao half-closed his eyes and said, "General Han Qing has been stationed in Shuobei all year round, and the sergeants under him are also good at slashing knives." He said with a toothache, "This thing is really getting more and more chaotic."

Wei Fang also had a headache and said: "Then what should we do, the Xie family won't give anyone."

Wei Zhao lazily leaned back in his chair with an expression of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, and said leisurely, "Wait."

"Ah?" Wei Fang looked surprised: "Didn't the young master say that you can't wait?"

In autumn nights, the dew is deeper and heavier.The breeze blows through the purple bamboo forest, bringing bursts of clear bamboo fragrance.

Wuji sat cross-legged on a flat stone under the bamboo grove, twirling the beads with both hands.

Liao Chen was sitting opposite him, beating the wooden fish and reciting scriptures. At first, the rhythm was calm, but now he kept speeding up the rhythm, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

The wind didn't stop, the eager chanting was blown up and shredded by the cold wind, and a powerful aura between the master and the student was resisting each other.

A gust of wind swept past, and Liaochen spattered a mouthful of blood, staining the bamboo leaves on the ground red.

The wind stopped.

Liaochen rubbed his chest and coughed violently twice, blood slid down the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the cassock and smearing it.

"Wuji, don't be obsessed with it anymore."

The silver mask exuded a strange light under the desolate moonlight, and the thin lips under the mask slightly curled up, letting out a chuckle.

"Isn't this day what you've been looking forward to? From the moment you picked me up and told me about my background, everything was doomed."

He stood up slowly, walked to Chen's side step by step, looked at him with those eyes that had long since lost compassion, and said word by word: "It's hard to get over the water."

Leaning against the tree, Liao Chen was panting heavily, he raised his head and stared at Wu Ji with cloudy eyes: "You persuaded me to give up, but now you want to embark on this road of no return by yourself!"

Wuji held the Buddha string in one hand and put the other behind his back, taking advantage of his tall and thin figure in the wide monk robe.He tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes half-closed, and breathed lightly: "Yes, I once advised you to give up because my heart was dead. But good luck tricks people, who made me meet her again. Could it be Isn’t all of this designed by you, isn’t it what you want?”

"She won't agree with you to do this. Wu Ji, she doesn't have much time left, why are you bothering..."

There was a trace of haze in Wuji's eyes: "Yes, she doesn't have much time left." He turned his head slightly, looked down at Chen, and said lightly: "Then let the whole world be buried with her."

"You! Nie Yuan! Nie Yuan!"

Liaochen clutched Wuji's monk's robe unwillingly, his pupils gradually dilated until he lost all strength, and his withered hands hung down feebly.

Wuji stood up with one hand, looked at Chen's angry eyes, and recited a Buddha's name.

"Master, Wuji died in the fire long ago. Standing in front of you now is Prince Qi's son, Li Che."