Chunyu Prince's Mansion is located on Taifeng Street in Luoyang City, and it is the residence of the second prince of the current dynasty.
When it was just dawn, Hefei, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, came to visit alone.
The second prince Li Chunyu sat on the main seat in the main hall with a gloomy expression on his face. Impossible not to be gloomy, a whole three boxes of eighteen spirit stones disappeared overnight, even if he was the prince, he would still feel distressed.
According to the agreement, the spirit stone should have been delivered to the palace before the hour of Hai yesterday, but no, not a single spirit stone was delivered, even if something unexpected happened, there should be someone who reported it!
"Your Highness, Hefei, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, is asking to see you." The butler said cautiously with his waist bent.
"Let him in." Li Chunyu adjusted his expression. As a prince, he should not show his emotions, at least not in front of others.
Soon, He Fei was brought to the main hall, where he was seen with a knife in his left hand and a bag of things in his right.
"Master He, do you have any clues about what you have asked to investigate?" Li Chunyu asked.
"According to the information provided by His Highness, compared with the number of people and the route, we have some clues."
After He Fei finished speaking, he placed the package in his right hand on the ground, and gently opened it.
Inside is a small pile of black-green powder.
"This is?" Li Chunyu frowned, pointing to the ground in doubt.
"After people are burned, the ashes left behind are just that this pile of ashes is caused by burning with a special flame." He Fei didn't hold back, and went straight to the point.
"Ash?" Although there were some guesses, Li Chunyu actually still had the last hope, but now it seems that he can let it go, because something happened to his spirit stone.
"Who did it?"
"The ashes were found near Qingluo Station, which is less than 20 miles away from Luoyang City. Judging from the situation at the scene, it should have been attacked by a monster, as evidenced by the corpse of a spider with a human head." He Fei thought for a while. , replied softly.
"Monster?"
"A human-headed spider?"
When Li Chunyu heard this answer, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Can a human-headed spider burn people into flying ashes? Master He, do you think I am a three-year-old child?"
"Some corpses of parasitic mosquitoes were also found at the scene, but no female beast was found. The fly ash should be caused by it, and one corpse at the scene was indeed killed by a human-headed spider." He said neither humble nor overbearing.
"How many corpses of monsters were found?" Li Chunyu asked as he knocked on the back of the chair with his right hand.
"One end."
"Anything else? Say, a few boxes?"
He Fei looked at Li Chunyu, then shook his head firmly and said, "No more, except for the corpse that seemed to be blown out, it can be seen that it was made by the human-headed spider. These ashes are gone. If it wasn't for the light rain last night and the ground was relatively wet, I'm afraid even these ashes would have been blown away by the wind."
In just a quarter of an hour, He Fei walked out of Prince Chunyu's mansion. It was just a routine report, and besides, he didn't have any friendship with the second prince, so it was fine if he could live with face.
His Majesty is still in the prime of life, it is too early in He Fei's view to choose the prince to join the team at this time. He is the Shaoqing of Dali Temple. With His Majesty's disposition, he will definitely not hand over the person in this position.
Whoever has a different heart is not far from death.
In his position, He Fei thinks clearly about what to do.
"My Dali Temple can't control the good deeds done by the Yaozu." He Fei said to himself, got on his horse and disappeared on Taifeng Street.
Looking at the main hall of Chunyu's palace again, Li Chunyu had a cold face, grabbed the teacup in his hand and dropped it on the ground, "Housekeeper, go to the Judgment Division and call Zhang Jingzhe over. What does the Judiciary do? What a fool! The monsters have already entered Luoyang City, are you blind!"
A day later, Luoyang City posted a notice.
It probably means that in recent days, the monster clan has caused troubles in the world and committed many tragedies. The imperial court attaches great importance to it, and hopes that the general public can provide more clues. Those who have accurate clues and contribute to the capture of the demon will be rewarded heavily, and those who have contact with the demon will be determined and signed by the adjudicator.
A vigorous campaign of catching monsters began in Luoyang City.
On the same day, Qian Shuxiao took back the court's notice and threw it on the table, just in time for Ye Que to see it.
Holding the notice and reading it twice, Ye Que smacked his lips, "It's really sleepy to send a pillow, what do you think, Zhengchou doesn't know what excuse to use."
"Qian Shuxiao, do you still remember what I told you last night?" Ye Que played with the Zhizheng Sword that kept flying in his hand.
"What's the matter?" Qian Shu was taken aback with a smile.
"I'm going to find some eyes and ears. There can't be only three people in Tianmen forever."
"It's easy to say, there are so many shops in my house, I'll go and order, and it's not a problem to transfer a few people."
"Your home is a shop, it's not the same thing, and your home is your home, you are you, Tianmen is Tianmen."
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Qian Shu smiled at Ye Que with a serious look, then shrugged, "Whatever you say is what you say, you are the master of the sect, I will listen to you."
"Didn't I refine a batch of Qi Gathering Body Quenching Pills before? Apart from what you and your sister used, there should be some leftovers. I've sold them all in the past two days. I need a sum of money. You should prepare it as soon as possible."
"Since it's easy to say, the elixir you refined is so effective, you must not worry about selling it, don't worry, give me half a day, it's more than enough."
"Also, find me a distribution map and a list of the gangsters in Luoyang City. You don't want gangsters, you want the kind of homeless, bottom-level hooligans, hooligans."
"I'll ask the housekeeper to give you a copy. He knows about it. Basically, the shops at home will have some intersections with these people, local snakes."
Sanjiufang, located in the southwest corner of Luoyang City, is the place where the three religions and nine streams of Luoyang gather. Gamblers, brothels, restaurants, peddlers, jugglers, beggars, poor scholars, porters, anyway, this is the most desolate, dirtiest, poorest place in Luoyang City, and it is also the most densely populated place.
Fighting, murder and robbery are commonplace here, and even people from Dali Temple are unwilling to come here to handle cases. Because even if the case is settled, there won't be any rewards. They are all poor and poor people. Even if the higher authorities need to find someone to replace the dead ghost, this is the best place to go. The night is dark and the wind is high, killing people and taking them away. Sometimes they go out for a month without even reporting to the official.
If it is a beautiful young lady, when going out, the family will definitely order in advance that you can go anywhere, and Sanjiufang must be detoured.
This Sanjiufang can basically be regarded as a cancerous tumor in Luocheng, the capital of God. It is ugly and dirty, but it cannot be cut off directly. Even if it is cut off, it will grow back in another place.
Ye Que held the map in his hand, looked at the notes next to it, clicked on Sanjiufang, and smiled, "Let's start here first."
Speaking of which, Ye Que opened another small notebook, on which hundreds of names of people were densely recorded, and each name was followed by a brief introduction.
Ye Que flipped through his notebook, compared the map, and walked slowly towards Sanjiufang.
"Chu Dongnan, eighteen years old, from Sanjiufang, Luoyang. His father was a gambler, and his mother was a brothel girl. There was no one to discipline him since he was a child. Fighting and fighting were commonplace. At the age of thirteen, he followed a salt dealer and traveled extensively. At the age of sixteen At that time, the boss was killed when he robbed the land with Yan Xiao, and he created the Yan Xiao lair to avenge the boss, and then he became the boss of the group, occupying a private salt workshop, with about 20 people under his command."
"Young, vicious, bloody, I like it. It depends on whether you are ambitious and whether you can seize the opportunity." Ye Que silently recited Chu Dongnan's name twice.
At the end of a narrow and dilapidated alley, there is a small wooden warehouse with the word "salt" written crookedly on the door.
Ye Que stuffed the map and roster into his arms, tidied his clothes, and walked in with his hands behind his back.
Soon, there were a few clanging and clanging fighting sounds from inside. It started quickly and ended even faster, and it took only a short breath before it quieted down.
On the chair in the middle of the warehouse, Ye Que was sitting upright, and there were eight or nine big men lying on the ground, grinning and groaning in pain. Illegal salt.
Scanning the audience, Ye Que knocked on the wooden handle of the chair and asked, "Is your boss called Chu Dongnan? Who is Chu Dongnan?"
The people lying on the ground did not speak except for moaning a little louder.
Ye Que twitched the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly, "Just now you were showing mercy, you should be able to feel it yourself, if you really want to die, then you should keep talking hard."
"I'll count to three, and if no one says anything, don't blame me for being rude."
Without even looking at the people on the ground, Ye Que started counting directly, "One."
The groaning on the ground was not only not quieter, but even louder, but no one spoke.
"two."
Someone quietly opened their eyes to look at Ye Que, but no one spoke.
"three."
The gangsters who crawled out of the fighting pile, who would be really afraid of counting, they are the ones who don’t cry when they don’t see the coffin, Ye Que’s mercy at the beginning, in their eyes, they had a lot of worries and didn’t dare to kill him .
A cold wind blows.
The big man closest to Ye Que was still moaning one second, and was separated from his entire neck the next second. A small sword was floating above the man's corpse in a daze.
Blood sprayed all over the place.
The groans stopped abruptly!
"Our boss is out, not here, come back in half an hour." Almost a second after the big man on the ground died, someone shouted directly.
Gangsters are not dead men. Although they fight and kill all day long, they are also the ones who are most afraid of death.
"good."
Ye Que smiled at the man.
In an instant, the speaker felt that his lower body was hot and humid, but he didn't even dare to move his whole body. He swore that Ye Que's smile was the most permeating smile he had ever seen in his life. It's just like.
Like a devil's smile.