After Juefa and the others came up, they all fell silent with pale faces. No one spoke for a long time.
Finally, Bai Yan spoke first: "Brother Wang, if it is convenient, please come over and light all the lamps."
I pushed the door open and walked out of the guest room. All the detectives turned on the incandescent lights. The whole inn was illuminated brightly, and the sound of the wind outside stopped instantly.
The lights and voices finally restored some vitality to the inn, but this inn, which seemed to be resurrected from death, gave people another kind of gloominess. It was as if we had entered a house watched by the devil. Space is struggling and waiting for the devil's arrangement.
After I slowly walked into Bai Yan's room, the first thing I looked at was the mobile phone on the table.
The photo on my phone was exactly what I expected, it was a dimly lit street light.
Ye Xun's calculation came true.
Bai Yan said: "Mr. Ye's calculation skills really astound me. We..."
Before Bai Yan finished speaking, Juefa said with a "relapse of his old illness": "Commander Bai, Ye Xun's calculation is too early to tell. He said that Song Feihang died on the lamp, but Song Feihang clearly died on the photo." Yes, this is clearly a coincidence and not a matter of speculation at all.”
Bai Yan couldn't help but frown.
In folk fortune-telling circles, there is often a saying that there is no fixed number in deducing the secrets of heaven. Ninety-percent similarity means they are absolutely right, and the next step depends on God's will.
If Juefa insists on being more serious about this matter, it would be tantamount to deliberately making things difficult.
Ye Xun said coldly: "I never miss the things I calculate."
Jue Fa didn't wait for Bai Yan to speak before he said, "How do you prove that you are right?"
"Who do you think you are? I need to prove it to you." Ye Xun sneered and reached out to hold the hilt of Xue Mu's knife. But his left hand made two gentle gestures to me behind his back.
"Ye Xun, you are crazy, poor monk today..." Juefa was furious and slapped the table next to him. The thick tabletop was immediately split into two halves by him, and the body lying on the table was torn apart. When the open table fell to the ground, his head seemed to be cushioned by something, and it was slightly raised from the ground.
Several people around the table saw the golden light shining under the forehead of the corpse at the same time.
"Let's see what's going on?" As Bai Yan spoke, Yin Qingquan had already moved the body away. Everyone in the room except Ye Xun gasped when they looked at the ground.
There was actually a lamp made of gold pressed under Song Feihang's body.
Ren Tianqing looked at Ye Xundao with shock in her eyes: "Is there a lamp hidden in the table?"
Ye Xun Gao Gao smiled indifferently, turned around and walked out of the door with his hands behind his back. I also looked at Juefa, who was turning blue: "Fake monk, does your face hurt? There is something wrong! It's best not to make a fuss first, so as not to It’s hard to treat your face after it’s been swollen!”
As soon as I finished speaking, I turned around and walked out of the room without even looking at the other person.
The meeting ended on bad terms, but I also had a lot of things to ask Ye Xun.
It's not unusual to have a lamp hidden under the table.
In ancient times, caravans traveling in the Western Regions may encounter various unpredictable dangers. Leaving aside the wind and sand in the desert, it is not uncommon for bandits in the desert to kill people and steal goods. Some business travelers discovered something was wrong on the way and hid their things in inns, or Things in other hidden places are commonplace.
That golden lamp, which was less than an inch long, might have been hidden on the table by a businessman who discovered that he was being followed by bandits.
But this kind of coincidence that spans time and space is enough to shock people.
If Bai Yan had not chosen the inn as his base;
If, Baiyan changes to a guest room;
If Song Feihang did not sit at the table, but sat on the earthen bed;
If the people in the room noticed something abnormal on the table earlier;
if…
As long as there is an "if", Ye Xun's calculations will all come to nothing.
However, none of this "if" appeared.
Is this a deliberate arrangement of fate
Could it be that Ye Xun is really someone who can predict destiny
No, Ye Xun doesn't have that ability.
This is not the first time that I have followed Ye Xun in and out of the Mythical Forbidden Zone. In the past, Ye Xun and I have been trapped in tight sieges, lost our way, and even lost things under our noses, allowing others to pass by our partners. If Ye Xunzhen had the ability to divine secrets, none of this would have happened.
However, how to explain what is happening in front of me
I don't believe that there are so many coincidences in the world, let alone that these coincidences can happen in a small space.
But, how should I ask Ye Xun
I walked slower and slower unconsciously, but Ye Xun walked out of the guest room: "Let's go and find another place to live. People will die in this inn soon."
Ye Xun did not hide his voice at all. Even an ordinary person standing a few meters away could hear what he said, let alone a well-trained detective
While Ye Xun was speaking, some people looked over at us. By the time he finished speaking, many of the detectives had bad expressions on their faces, and some even moved towards the door intentionally or unintentionally.
When I started to take precautions, Ye Xun had already walked out as if nothing had happened. There was no order from Bai Yan, so the detective hand who was originally watching with eager eyes naturally did nothing else and watched us walk into the blacksmith shop near the inn.
What I didn't expect was that Ye Xun actually lit a fire in the blacksmith shop. I looked at Ye Xun who was busy going about his business and couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do?"
"Pack something!" Ye Xun answered me simply, and then he lowered his head and was busy with his things.
Not long after, Ye Xun made something that looked like a sword blank. He took off his clothes and was naked from the waist up. He picked up a hammer and smashed the sword blank. The sound of clanging iron was heard frequently in the night sky. During the shock, a scream suddenly came from the direction of the inn.
Ye Xun put down the hammer: "The first person died. The hanging beam was upside down and the iron nail was three inches into his throat."
I suddenly looked at Ye Xunjian, but the other party seemed to have noticed everything and continued to turn the hammer to hit the sword blank.
Not long after the time passed, there was a panic in the inn. Someone screamed: "Don't move, don't move... If you try harder, he will die."
"If you don't pull the person out, he will..." The man's voice stopped abruptly: "Are you crazy!"
"No one is allowed to speak!" The person who spoke this time was Yin Qingquan. After he suppressed the voice of the detective hand, a full fifteen minutes passed before Ye Xun stopped again: "The second person is dead. His left leg was cut off at the root and he died of excessive blood loss."
Ye Xun inexplicably dropped another sentence before lowering his head and starting to strike again.
Not long after, I saw Yin Qingquan striding over: "Brother Ye... No, Mr. Ye. According to your estimation, how many people will die tonight, where should the third person die, and who will die?" who is it?"
Ye Xun didn't even raise his head: "How many of you died has anything to do with me? Don't I need to explain anything to you?"
After Yin Qingquan's face turned red and white, he gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Ye, you just revealed our fate twice. I think you are definitely not bored and gloating. Mr. Ye, just ask for anything you want." "
Ye Xun looked at Yin Qingquan and said: "Ask me once, and I will put forward a condition. As long as you cannot meet my conditions, I will refuse to answer any of your questions. On the contrary, I can help you point out a disaster. You now You can go back and ask Bai Yantong if he agrees, you still have two quarters of an hour."
"Okay, I'll be right back." After Yin Qingquan handed over his hands and left, I felt a lot happier.
Ye Xun didn't want to ignore me on purpose, but he was on guard against Bai Yan.
There must be a master of Wen Shizong in Baiyan, and his ear skills are even better than mine.
I didn't find any hidden stakes nearby, but the other party could hear Ye Xun's words, which meant that the person was at least twenty meters away from us. No matter what Ye Xun said to me just now, it couldn't be hidden from the other party's ears.
Not long after, Yin Qingquan hurried back and said with a happy face: "Mr. Ye, our commander has agreed to your request. If you have any conditions, you can put forward them now."
Ye Xun said lightly: "I want Ren Tianqing."
Yin Qingquan was stunned for a moment: "This... I'm afraid this is... I'm afraid it's a little difficult. After all, Ren Tianqing is an official disciple of the Wuming Sect. We use her in exchange for conditions, and the Wuming Sect cannot spare us, besides... "
Ye Xun said again: "I don't want to hear your explanation, and I don't want to hear what difficulties you have. You'd better think about it carefully, which one is more serious, right?"
Yin Qingquan gritted his teeth, said "Wait a moment" and flew away immediately.
Soon after, a fierce quarrel came from the inn.
After a while, I heard Bai Yan say: "In that case, let's raise our hands and decide!"
After a while, I saw Yin Qingquan bringing Ren Tianqing out. The latter kept walking towards us with his head lowered, and did not stop until he was near the door.
Yin Qingquan said with a gloomy face: "Mr. Ye, I have brought it to you. I hope you can keep your promise."
Ye Xundao: "Go back and tell Bai Yan that from now on Ren Tianqing is one of ours. Don't talk about the Wuming Sect or the Detective Hand. If you have something to do, please speak on the spot."
Ye Xun's words were like a slap in the face of Tanshen Shou.
Not only did Yin Qingquan not have an attack, but he said anxiously: "Mr. Ye, we have fulfilled your request. You can't break your promise and get fat, right?"
Ye Xun picked up the red sword blank with a fire clip, picked it up with his backhand, and threw it at Yin Qingquan's feet. The opponent instinctively took three steps back. As the sword fell to the ground in front of his feet, white smoke rose in all directions, and half of the red color on the sword suddenly disappeared.
"Mr. Ye, what do you mean?" Before Yin Qingquan finished speaking, Ye Xun threw the fire clip in front of the other party: "Take this sword blank, go back quickly, and hang it there while the sword blank is not cold. At the door, it will be of no use until the sword is cold."