Three minutes later, Fan Xian took out the hot fish dish with his hands, poured some precious soy sauce from the south, the juice was amber, very beautiful. As soon as the steamed fish is mixed with the juice, the aroma immediately fills the kitchen. He found the leftovers from the night, and ate a delicious meal with steamed fish and ginger vinegar.
The next morning, I went to greet grandma. When I was greeting grandma, the servants came to report that the kitchen was patronized by thieves last night. Fan Xian immediately understood what was going on, and couldn't help laughing. While rubbing the old lady's shoulders, he said to the housekeeper, "I went to heat up some food last night, so don't be nervous."
The man was dumbfounded, thinking that the young master was so old, why didn't he ask his servants to do things, and he wanted to play with these things by himself, it wouldn't be fun if he set people on fire.
Fan Xian knew what the other party was thinking, and said obediently to the old lady: "Grandson recently found a method of steaming fish in a book, so I want to try it myself first. If the taste is okay, I am going to honor my grandma, because I want to give it to grandma. Surprised, so I didn’t dare to let the servants know, but I didn’t expect to alarm so many people, my grandson knew it was wrong.”
These words are reasonable, and most people can't find anything wrong with them.
The old lady didn't show any expression after hearing this sentence, and said gently: "It's fine, but no matter what you do, you must remember to clean it up."
The old lady of Earl Beppu had always been strict with Fan Xian, and rarely had such a gentle tone, so Fan Xian felt a little uneasy, and felt that there seemed to be a trace of pity for him in grandma's tone, why is this
The old lady said softly again: "I know what happened yesterday. Steward Zhou is not very useful. No one notices such a dangerous thing as you going to the kitchen at night. It is really shameful. I have already sent him back to the capital. , let the whole family go to waste."
Fan Xian was slightly startled. Only then did he remember that he forgot to deal with Butler Zhou's affairs after he came back from the murder. It was obvious that the assassin this time was able to infiltrate the mansion and poison him, and he had nothing to do with the butler. He was so careless. Very bad.
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During the day, he read the books sent from Kyoto without any mood in the study for a while. When Fan Xian went out of the house again and subconsciously passed the vegetable market, he realized the meaning of grandma's saying "No matter what you do, remember to pack it well".
A corner of the vegetable market had been burnt to ruins, but miraculously, it did not affect the adjacent buildings. It just burned down the single small building, leaving nothing behind. The surrounding residents were talking about it, and Fan Xian, who was short, listened to it, knowing that two people had been burned to death in the fire, and his face was beyond recognition.
The place that was burned was the same building where Fan Xian killed yesterday.
Destroy corpses and wipe out traces
Fan Xian thought of what grandma said just now that Steward Zhou had been sent back to the capital, and when he contacted the miserable ashes in front of him, he felt chills all over his body, and finally understood what happened. The grandma who didn't love her enough was so thoughtful that she did such a thing for the safety of her grandson.
Thinking of the old lady's appearance of Lafayette who usually closed her eyes and meditated, Fan Xian really couldn't connect this image with the smoky ruins in front of him.
Fan Xian mingled in the crowd, looking at the burnt-smelling black wood in front of him, he knew he had learned something.
A nearby resident noticed him coming, greeted him and prepared to say something, Fan Xian left the market without hearing anything, and walked into the familiar grocery store unknowingly.
"The butler has been driven back to the capital," Fan Xian said.
Wuzhu stood in the store, facing the quiet street, without any reaction, the residents all went to the vegetable market to watch the excitement, so the street was very empty.
"The small building we went to yesterday was burned." Fan Xian continued.
Wuzhu still didn't respond.
Fan Xian grabbed his sleeve and said in a low voice, "Do you think it's stupid for me to forget to deal with Housekeeper Zhou's affairs? I still need grandma to help me clean up!"
Wu Zhu turned around and said, "Do you want me to sympathize with you? Is it because you feel that you are young and don't know how to deal with these things, so your self-esteem is frustrated, so you seek comfort?"
There was a rare hint of curiosity in the blind man's voice, and it was much more lively than the usual emotionless voice.
Fan Xian smiled and said, "I don't have that extra self-esteem, I just feel bad about killing people. And..."
He kept silent, feeling deep down in his heart that if he had not traveled to this world through time travel, if Fei Jie and Wu Zhu hadn't educated him, he wouldn't have had stronger abilities than ordinary children of the rich and powerful, maybe... died. In such a background of power entanglement and secrecy, it seems that more knowledge is of no use. Everyone who stands on the top of the power wave is not proficient in those dirty and complicated methods.
Compared with them, I am really... just a naive child.
"The feeling of killing or the feeling of being killed, which one do you prefer?" Wu Zhu asked.
Fan Xian didn't know how to answer. Naturally, no one wants to be killed.
"Since you already know the answer, don't ask any more." Wu Zhu handed him a sign, "Also, I think it is necessary to tell you that the old lady drove Steward Zhou out of Danzhou instead of killing him because I don’t want the old mansion in Kyoto to cause too much trouble because of this incident.”
Fan Xian looked at the familiar sign and knew that it was the token of the deacon in the Earl's Mansion, and this sign belonged to Butler Zhou. He raised his head and looked at Wu Zhu suspiciously: "Did you kill him?"
Wu Zhu nodded.
Fan Xian suddenly thought of the assassin's identity, scratched his head and asked, "Why is the assassin's use of poison and follow-up methods so similar to those of the Overwatch Council?"
"Ask Fei Jie."
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During the Qingli period, on a bright spring day, in a secret room in the square and square west of Kyoto, the outer walls were painted a layer of gray and black, and looked eerie. The bearded old man was sitting in a wheelchair, with a soft and smooth woolen blanket covering his legs.
The glass windows of the secret room were covered tightly with black cloth, not a single ray of sunlight leaked in. The old man suffered from a serious illness in the north many years ago, and since then, he has been a little sensitive to light.
"Old Fei, how is the investigation going on with the incident in Danzhou?" The old man looked at the gray-haired, strange-looking peer in front of him, looked at his brown pupils, and asked with a smile.
Fei Jie sat on a chair drinking tea, looked at the weird smile on the lips of the dean, and thought to himself who is the real old pervert, himself or him