Looking around the casino, the lights are like weaving, red is falling, every face is reflected in greed, but some are excited, some are excited, some are lost, some are in pain, the sound of dice, pai gow, horse hanging, and so on It sounds no different than before.
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This made Meng Qi seem to have had a dream, dreaming of an assassination, but when he woke up, there was no trace, and he was still in the casino.
The assassin's ability to conceal his aura and cover up his murderous intent was something Meng Qi had never seen before. When he was not making moves, he was no different from ordinary people. There was no difference in the true sense.
Qiu Fei discovered me and deliberately led me to a crowded place like a casino to assassinate me.
Maybe with his half-step strength on location, he could take me to an uninhabited place outside the city to do it myself, which would make me more confident.
Or it's the person he wants to meet, and he sends a gang of assassins to find and eliminate the stalkers.
Thoughts came to mind one after another. Meng Qi grasped the handle of the knife tightly in his right hand and slowly passed through the crowd of people and arrived at the entrance of the private room.
This place is much cleaner, with many courtyards, each integrated into one, making it convenient for people with status to have fun. Meng Qi lost the trace of Qiu Fei, and he couldn't snoop in every private room. That would easily offend people he shouldn't, so he had to hide. At the entrance of the elegant courtyard, waiting for the dealer's maid to come out, she asked using the magic of transformation mixed with a little bit of the magic of changing the sky and striking the earth.
Never seen this person
There is no private room in my charge
No new guests came in just now
Each answer made Meng Qi puzzled. He was clearly watching Qiu Fei walking towards the elegant room. Where did he go
After searching for a while, Meng Qi finally determined that he had lost him, and he was more inclined to believe that the assassin's purpose was to hinder or get rid of the people who were following Qiu Fei.
But it's not like using such a powerful assassin to do chores. With such doubts, Meng Qi left Tianzi No. 1 Casino and returned to the rented compound.
Because of what happened to the assassin just now, he was in high spirits and opened the door cautiously to prevent an ambush and assassination.
The courtyard door creaked open, but Meng Qi's pupils shrank violently.
In the center of the courtyard, there was something that he didn't have before he left.
This is a coffin
This is a dark coffin
The dim moonlight fell. The flow through the black coffin brings with it an indescribable gloom.
Someone brought me a coffin. Meng Qi was shocked and angry. Tian Zhizhi immediately unsheathed his body, alternated his steps, and slowly approached the coffin.
He suppressed his emotions and reflected on the surrounding scene. There was no life inside the coffin. There was no sense of flesh and blood, like someone was ambushing him.
A challenge from heaven. The coffin lid fell to the side, and it was empty inside, except for a small wooden sculpture.
It was carved into the shape of a human being, the size of a palm, with a face full of pain, and a piece of paper stuck to the lower lip, covering the body.
There are four words written on the note:
Crazy Sword Su Meng.
Meng Qi was not frightened and snorted coldly. This was a declaration of death. Or is it an act that deliberately disturbs one’s own mood
He believed that Qingyu would not do this again, because exposing Xuantian Sect would only discredit the Xuantian Sect.
So, I was being targeted
Who is it? Which force did it
what do you want to achieve
Meng Qi was not a nice gentleman who was bullied into the house but got rich in a friendly manner. After searching the whole yard carefully, he found no clues. Putting away the wood carvings and notes, he knocked on the door of the neighbor next door.
After a while, the neighbor next door came out in his coat, drowsy and yawning, through the gap in the door. Look outside carefully to prevent robbers from trying to steal the door.
Father-in-law, I have something to ask you. Meng Qi said straightforwardly that he had long since released the changes in the Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques and washed away the things on his face.
The old man was startled at first, then opened the door and asked half curiously and half worried: Mr. Su. Are you asking about the coffin in the courtyard
Exactly. Meng Qi nodded and answered.
The old man pursed his lips a few times: Mr. Su, not long after you left, someone gave you a coffin. Because you were not at home, you asked Lao Ye to open the door and said that you bought it yourself. Lao Ye thought that you were going to challenge a certain master and prepared a coffin for yourself first to cut off the escape route, so he opened the door to let them in.
Lao Ye is the landlord.
Do you know who sent it? Meng Qi frowned and asked.
The neighbor shook his head: they were two strangers, they looked like they were from the coffin shop, but they were definitely not from nearby.
The coffin shop must have been entrusted by someone, right? Meng Qi was very confident in his spiritual skills. As long as he found the coffin shop, he could ask the clerk and shopkeeper about the appearance of the person who bought the coffin.
Meng Qi asked if there was anything special about their appearance.
The neighbor thought carefully and suddenly let out a sigh: One of the waiters had a very conspicuous black mole on the corner of his mouth.
After asking a few more questions, Meng Qi thanked him sincerely, turned and left the door, thinking about countermeasures.
Carrying the coffin through the market in the middle of the night, Maoling is not a place under curfew, and many drunkards and gamblers return at night. Plus the watchmen, there should be many people who saw what happened. Without further delay, Meng Qi decided to investigate immediately.
After calculating the time, Meng Qi decided to find the group of watchmen who were nearby at the time.
Without much trouble, he found his target by asking other watchmen.
I remember that coffin very clearly. Whoever sees the coffin in the middle of the night is not afraid. Thinking back to it, the old watchman was still a little trembling. Even though he was far away, it still impressed him and he thought there was a corpse transformation.
Meng Qi felt happy, there was a clue
My father-in-law, he couldn't hold back his joy when he saw which street they came from and knew which coffin shop they belonged to.
In addition, the watchman said in an uncertain tone while thinking about the memories: "I came from North Street. There seems to be only one coffin shop nearby."
Meng Qi regained his energy, asked for the exact location of the coffin shop, and rushed there at night.
There were few pedestrians and the night was thick. The door of the coffin shop was closed and hidden in the darkness.
Meng Qi didn't waste any time, climbed over the wall and landed in the courtyard, intending to ask questions one by one.
Suddenly, he smelled the smell of blood at the tip of his nose. His heart tightened, and he followed the smell to the back door of the store.
The door was not closed and was half-covered. Meng Qi pushed it gently. It fell against the wall.
Stepping in carefully, the first thing that caught your eye was the black coffins, which were neatly placed there, looking strange and eerie.
Taking a deep breath, his nose filtered the smell to identify the source of the bloody smell.
Meng Qi walked step by step to a coffin, Tianzhizhi gaining momentum. Ziwu reached out and opened the coffin lid.
The lid slipped off. Revealing the condition inside the coffin.
Inside lay a man with wide eyes, a dead man with a frightened face.
There is an obvious black mole at the corner of his mouth
Cause of death: Sword between eyebrows.
Meng Qi frowned slightly after being silenced, feeling that the matter was more and more confusing.
Based on the source of the bloody smell, Meng Qi opened two more coffins. Inside were two dead people, one dressed as a waiter and the other in better clothes, pretending to be the shopkeeper.
The sword is drawn sharply. The wound was deep and narrow. Meng Qi, an expert swordsman, could judge the murderer's martial arts characteristics from the wound, but except for the wound between the eyebrows, there were no other traces.
He turned around and searched the counter and found that the account book had been burned to ashes, leaving no purchase record.
The clue was broken. Meng Qi gritted his teeth and squatted down to inspect the body again. Make a last ditch effort.
Hey, Meng Qi suddenly realized something was wrong. The two waiters had their mouths half-opened, with frightened looks on their faces. Only the shopkeeper had a frightened face, but his lips were tightly closed.
Use gentle pressure. Meng Qi opened the shopkeeper's mouth and found that he had a ball of paper in his mouth.
The surface of the paper was soaked with saliva. Meng Qi spent a lot of effort to unfold it and found that it was part of the account book. It seemed that when he first made the account, he misrecorded the amount of silver and was too lazy to modify it. I tore it off, balled it up and threw it away. Then I picked it up again for some reason and stuffed it into my mouth.
Meng Qi seemed to be able to imagine the scene in his mind. One of the waiters was killed, and the remaining one tried to escape and call for help. But the shopkeeper saw that the other man was so strong that he couldn't escape at all. He was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground and fell next to the dustpan. Seeing the paper ball, he quietly stuffed the paper ball into his mouth and closed it tightly with the thought of dying together.
The records on the paper ball were blurred, and Meng Qi could barely make out part of the content:
Guanjinyuan Jiang Tabo Dingnanmu coffin was delivered in one piece
Guanjinyuan Jiang Tabo Meng Qi repeated, took back the paper ball, erased his traces, left the shop, and went straight to Guanjinyuan, which is a famous inn in Maoling.
Not long after, Meng Qi sneaked into Guanjin Garden. By asking the clerk, he learned that Jiang Tabo lived in Hefeng Xiaozhu. He came alone a few days ago, but martial arts people often visited him.
Meng Qiyi, an expert in art, was so bold that his spirit covered his body, and he turned into a phantom demon and fell directly into Hefeng Xiaozhu.
From what he sensed, there was no breath in the wing.
Could it be that Jiang Tapo has escaped
Carefully opening the window, Meng Qi jumped in. Before he even landed, he could clearly see the scene inside the room.
A young man was half-sitting on the ground, with his back leaning against the bed. His eyes were wide-eyed with an expression of horror, and there were long knife marks between his chest and abdomen.
He has the iconic angular eyes and broom eyebrows, which completely fits the image of Jiang Tabo as described by the clerk.
He was also killed and Meng Qi immediately noticed something unusual.
The knife mark was charred black, as if it had been struck by lightning, thus erasing the blood, so Meng Qi didn't smell it outside.
This, if you take a quick look at it, it looks like I did it with my own hands.
Meng Qi's heart moved, he turned around and jumped out of the window, planning to leave here first.
At this moment, there was a crisp sound, and a stone flew from outside the courtyard and hit the steps. The sound was not loud, but it swayed very far in the quiet night.
Meng Qi's energy instantly reached its peak, and he tried to swing his knife towards the place where the stone came from.
A figure rushed from outside. After seeing the stranger, he immediately blocked Meng Qi's way.
He is young, has dark skin, prominent thick eyebrows, and is dressed in ordinary clothes, just like a farmer. His movements and movements are in harmony with the surrounding environment.
This young man had extremely sharp eyesight. Through the open window, he saw the body beside the bed. His expression suddenly became gloomy, with uncontrollable anger and hatred. . If you like this work, you are welcome to support it, it is my biggest motivation.
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