Predecessors

Chapter 1, editor-in-chief of Mohuashe

During the days when Wang Ji left the fairyland, Lin Yi felt more and more like years.

Yue Huaiqing, considering that he had just recovered from a serious illness, did not allow him to do some heavy work, but he was really exhausted by himself, so he asked He Need to go over to help.

While Lin Yi was worrying about how to pass the time, a familiar guest visited the Moon Palace.

When Bing Ke came, he took off his usual armor and put on a light and easy-going gauze suit. Lin Yi hardly recognized him at first sight.

Bing Ke sat down on the stone stool, took out a piece of jade from his clothes, and handed it to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi saw the fineness of the jade, and he knew it was worth a lot, "You are too polite, it's fine if you come, what gifts do you bring?"

Bingke explained, "This jade is not for you, I want you to give it to Ningxi, that child is close to you."

Lin Yi glanced at Bing Ke, "Why did you give that child something for no reason?"

Bingke's face became a little uncomfortable, "I have my own reasons, do you want to give it away? It's fine if you don't give it away." As he said, Bingke made a gesture to take the jade back from Lin Yi's hand.

"It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that I'm in the Moon Palace now, how can I see Ningxi?"

Bingke said, "The five-yearly Tiangong celebration is coming soon. According to the usual practice, the master of Yuning Palace will have an audience with the Emperor of Heaven every year. When that time comes, Ningxi will definitely stop by to visit you. Just give him the jade."

"By the way, don't say I gave it to you." Bingke thought for a while and added another sentence.

Lin Yi looked at his strange expression, and couldn't figure out the purpose of his move.Why would he go to such lengths to please a child?

"I can deliver it for you, but..." Lin Yi's tone paused, "I want you to do me a favor too, and send me to Ghost God."

"Okay." Bing Ke agreed without hesitation.

Bing Ke brought a set of children's clothes from nowhere and put them on for Lin Yi.He enjoined, "Just wait and follow me closely."

Lin Yi was a little worried, "Will someone stop me at the checkpoint?"

Bingke said, "No, I am in charge of the checkpoint, and they dare not stop it."

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Why need to disapprove of Lin Yi's going to Guishen, "It's too dangerous for you to go to Guishen alone, I can't rest assured."

Lin Yi said, "I have many friends in Guishen, and they will take care of me when the time comes, so you don't have to worry."

Under the leadership of Bing Ke, Lin Yi left Tiangong without hindrance.

The young general guarding the checkpoint straightened his back even more after seeing General Bingke, trying to let him see his energetic side.No one cast their eyes on Lin Yi behind him.

Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and he turned to Bing Ke and said, "Thank you for sending me out. When I come back from the ghost, I will definitely complete the task you gave me."

Bing Ke didn't leave, he followed Lin Yi and walked a few steps forward.

Lin Yi was a little surprised, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Bingke said, "Who knows if you will come back or not, I have to go to the ghost to watch you, so as not to waste the bamboo basket and fetch water."

After hearing this, Lin Yi knew that he was worried about his own safety, so he couldn't help being moved, "Thank you, Bing Ke."

"Let's go, go far, that person may have come back."

The old man helped his glasses which fell on his nose to cover the glint in his eyes, and said to Wang Ji, "Come with me."

He led Wang Ji through a long aisle full of doors. Behind that cold green wall, in that cramped room full of old newspapers, there were hidden secrets one after another. Some are waiting to be revealed, while others are lost forever.

The old man stopped in front of an iron gate at the end, and he knocked respectfully.

A calm male voice came from inside, "Come in."

When Wang Ji walked in, she saw the man sitting behind an old wooden table. He looked very young, half of his face was soaked in the sun, showing a full luster.

Shu Lang smiled at Wang Ji, "Hi, I'm the editor-in-chief of Mohua News Agency."

Wang Ji sat on the chair opposite him, staring straight at the man behind the desk.

The old man had already retreated silently.

Shu Lang said with a smile, "You are the first man who was brought to me directly by Teacher Yi. Tell me, do you want to provide me with news?"

Wang Ji began to describe her reason for coming to him, "Yesterday, I stayed at Huanxiang Dieying, and wanted to find out the truth about the murder that happened a few days ago."

"Oh, you're really curious, I like that."

Wang Ji continued, "As a result, I accidentally found many strange places. In the room where the murder took place, I didn't even find a trace of fighting, except for a few contrived scratches on the wall. And from work From the mouth of the staff, I learned that this murder has made their business more prosperous, and they have no reason to remove those traces."

Shu Lang leaned forward, exerting pressure silently, "What you said makes sense, but it's all guesswork. Do you have evidence?"

"The evidence is in the so-called corpse. I remember that your Mohua Society took a photo of the corpse, right? Can you show me?"

Shu Lang checked the newspapers of the day, and quickly found the photo. There was only a worn-out sack, and it was impossible to tell what was inside.

The smile on Shu Lang's face faded, but he still insisted, "Who knows what's in this bag, anything is possible, why do you say it's not a corpse?"

Wang Ji said, "It just so happened that my people found that discarded bag. Do you want to see the contents?"

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and a big black bird suddenly flew past the window.The sentry that night threw the sack through the window.

Wang Ji opened the sack, and there were only some old cotton wool, torn quilt covers, and a few empty beer bottles inside.

Shu Lang's complexion changed, "Why do you say that this sack is the one used on the day of the murder?"

Wang Ji pointed to the photo, "Look carefully here, is there a pool of red marks? This is the lipstick printed by the front desk lady when she was carrying the sacks. If you don't believe me, you can go and get the evidence on the spot."

Seeing Wang Ji's determined eyes, Shu Lang, who was suspicious by nature, couldn't help but believe his atmosphere. He rang the bell next to the table, and the stooped old man reappeared in the room like a ghost.

There was a hint of sternness in Shu Lang's tone, "Send someone to Huanxiang Dieying to find out what happened on the day of the murder, and focus on that front desk lady who likes to wear lipstick."

If that small hotel really dared to fool the Mohua News Agency, they should naturally bear the consequences.