Xu Rishu parked the car in the outskirts, everyone lay down in their clothes, Feng leaned on the door of the car alone, smoking in silence. It was obviously summer, but Feng was still terribly cold, the kind of cold that leaked from the bones. Feng always felt that there was something in Kui Mulang's last smile, but everyone hadn't noticed it yet. Kui Mulang is a smart man. He knows that any clues that may attract the attention of the enemy will be ruthlessly obliterated. He has presented a problem for everyone and left a surprise for everyone.
A Yanfeng took only one sip, and the rest was quietly volatilized in the air, until the burning of the cigarette butt burned his fingers, and Feng was shocked. He flicked the cigarette butt off, and a little spark arced and fell into the soil. Then he habitually smelled the faint smell of tobacco on his fingers. The nails on the middle and index fingers had been smoked and turned a little yellow. He was already an old smoker.
Not right! There is a problem here! Dai Juncao suddenly felt that he had grasped something. Just now, a glimmer of light flashed in his mind, but it was fleeting, and now he couldn't remember anything. Reluctantly, Feng could only light another cigarette, hoping that the nicotine could bring him new inspiration. With a click, the flames reflected on Feng's face, which also made all this exceptionally clear.
It was smoke. Kui Mu Wolf had a cigarette in his hand when he died. But there is a problem with the position of the cigarette! A smoker would never clamp a cigarette with a tiger’s mouth, and would never clamp it so tightly that the corpse of Kuimu wolf was moved around and the cigarette did not fall, but a cigarette can represent What? Feng suddenly became a little confused. Where did such cryptic clues point to
In contrast to the various things that have happened in the past few days, Manager Liu spread rumors about Qianmen on the rivers and lakes, while Chen Wei stood up to defend Qianmen. So there are two kinds of arguments in the arena, one is the conspiracy theory of Qianmen. One is the theory of innocence. The chaos on the rivers and lakes is now like this, so many heads have died, and many sects just watched all this in silence and didn't participate in it. Even the high-buyers and the thief did not react too much, but Suomen’s group of swordsmen could not sit still. They are now the most loyal allies of Qianmen, shouting all day to find out the real culprit and be the king. Lord revenge.
It is not without reason that Feng arranged these two people to do this. He needs to find answers in the clues of the various schools, such as the silence of high buying, such as the decline of the Tang Sect, such as Suomen's high-pitchedness, of course more Of people choose to remain silent. In troubled times, waiting and seeing may be the way to save.
And Jiaomu Jiao is undoubtedly another move of Dai Junchoi. He is now a window to the outside world of Qianmen and the final arena for the two sides of the duel. No matter who the enemy is, Modern Juncho takes people on the high seas cruise ship. For a moment, the hidden enemy will surely show up.
There are still ten days. There are still ten days to go before Jiaomu Jiao's gamble on the high seas, and within these ten days, he must find this hidden enemy!
There is another point that Feng hasn’t figured out until now. The trouble is so big that the organization and the troops have not reacted at all. Although he has become a nail in the eyes of politicians since the First World War, there is nothing like it is now. The days of wind are too abnormal. The misfortunes of various martial arts have been reported as accidental deaths by the media, and even the ordinary people have no idea that so many things have happened in this familiar city.
Feng flicked off the cigarette in his hand and said to himself: "You can't sleep either?" He knew there was someone behind him, and he had been there for a long time. It wasn't just himself who was struggling, and the old Jing Muyan, Jing Lao condensed a face, greeted Feng to walk away, then took out the phone and typed a line on the screen.
"I have something to tell you, Kui Mulang's death is strange."
Feng didn't think it strange, Jing Muya was used to being cautious, he could have a skeptical attitude towards everyone around him, including Dai Juncai. So Feng only took out his mobile phone and typed three words: "How do you say?"
"Kui Mulang has the knife in his throat. If he is not an acquaintance, it is impossible for him to be attacked unpreparedly. The knife is so fast and the blade is so flat, I can guarantee that Kui Mulang is chatting with people. He was suddenly attacked by someone in the middle of the game.” Jing Lao was still typing on his mobile phone, and the cold light from the screen dyed the two people's faces a faint blue, revealing weirdness.
"Inside ghost?" Feng didn't think about it, but there is no evidence. It's better not to doubt his teammates casually.
"Everyone, including you and me, is suspected."
"There is no evidence yet, please don't say anything about this."
"I have a sense of measure, so you can do it yourself." Jing Muya finished typing the last line, watching Feng delete the records on the screen cleanly, and suddenly added, "If I were a ghost, you would do it now. Already a dead person." The words naturally meant a warning. You guy came out to smoke at night, and there wasn't even a watchman by your side.
"I'm sure, their goal is not to die." Feng said the last sentence, because this is Feng's conclusion.
So the next morning Feng checked Kui Mulang's relics, a few pieces of clothing, a bunch of keys, a wallet, and that cigarette was there, but it was the kind that Kui Mulang usually smokes. It's a pity that nothing was found, and Feng still couldn't connect the scattered clues to form a meticulous intelligence network.
What is missing? Feng was puzzled. Because of Kui Mulang's affairs, Feng didn't even dare to let the people in the car act alone. Without Kui Mulang, Feng seemed to be deaf in one ear, and could only rely on the information that Fengying occasionally returned to understand the situation. But time is waiting for no one, the time for Jiaomu Jiao to board the ship is getting closer and closer.
For the first time in his life, Dai Junchou discovered that he was completely caught in the calculations of the enemy. He had never experienced this kind of powerlessness, because he himself was a competitive person and would never allow himself to be ignorant. This can only show that the enemy's strength is too strong. Anyway, I was idle now, and Feng gathered all the people in the car together, and then expressed his doubts.
"To be honest, I don't know anything about the enemy's details, and what I can be sure of is that the enemy is so powerful that we are completely passive. But I don't understand how such a powerful enemy is. The organization of order, why didn’t everyone notice it before, or did we live in a dream created by others? Think about it, who might our enemy be?”