Bai Xue covered the path and many other traces, but this did not prevent Feng Bujue from groping forward in the forest.
In just a cup of tea, he found an inn by virtue of his enigmatic wayfinding ability.
Of course, the "inn" is already in the past tense, because at this time, this not-so-big room has become a charred ruin.
The strong burnt smell that has not dissipated is undoubtedly one of the reasons why Feng Bujue was able to find this place.
"This was supposed to be an inn." Feng Bujue stood on the hillside, glanced hastily, and came to such a conclusion.
"Why do you know that?" Ruoyu didn't question Jue's conclusion, but needed more details to understand his reasoning process.
"Look at the foundation..." Brother Jue replied, "For a lonely house built in the forest, it seems too big; for a temple, its structure is wrong; so the most likely It's the inn."
"Will guests come to an inn built in such a place?" Ruoyu asked again.
"You don't know..." Feng Bujue continued, "Although this place is not an official road, judging from the surrounding terrain and forest appearance... at this moment, there is actually a road under the snow under our feet. A path is also a path; if there is a path, it means that there are people walking; and those who walk will naturally need a place to rest."
"But there won't be many people going this way." Ruoyu continued.
"Heh... Looking at the size of this inn, it can't accommodate many people." Feng Bujue smiled, and walked down the hill.
Ruoyu closely followed his steps and followed his train of thought.
"It looks like it didn't take long for the fire to burn out." Ruoyu said when she came near the ruins.
"Well, these ashes are still warm. I guess...it's the fire from last night or this morning." Feng Bujue took out [Bell's Daily Knife] when he answered, stepped into the ruins, and began to poke the ground various wreckage.
Ruoyu knew what he was doing, and was happy to let him handle the work, so the two immediately fell into a kind of silence that seemed a bit abrupt to the bystanders.
But this kind of silence, in their eyes, is a kind of tacit understanding that needs no words.
"Huh... It's almost there." About ten minutes later, Feng Bujue walked out of the scorched earth and let out a long breath.
"Look at what?" Ruoyu looked at him expectantly and asked.
"Murder first, then set fire; there were nine dead, at least three of whom knew martial arts, and all nine died at the hands of martial arts masters." Feng Bujue paused for a few seconds before adding, "The number of murderers is unknown, but... this person, or this group of people... must be the type who is sophisticated, agile, and extremely efficient in crime."
Ruoyu listened, thought for a few seconds, and then said: "In a script with a martial arts background, it seems that it is not unusual to encounter a veteran who kills and steals goods."
"But the murder scene happens to be not far from our teleportation point, which means there must be something wrong here." Feng Bujue read, "It's likely to be..."
[Submissions have been triggered]
Before he finished speaking, the voice of the system rang in the ears of both of them.
"Look..." Brother Jue spread his hands and said to Ruoyu.
They opened the game menu almost at the same time, and saw the new task that popped up in the task bar - [Find out the reason for the murder at the Mickey Inn].
"Exactly, this is your strong point." After reading the task, Ruoyu accepted it in a very relaxed tone.
"Even if it's strengths, the information I can summarize at this stage... is only what I just said." Feng Bujue showed a helpless expression.
"Well, I understand." Ruoyu said, "Even with the criminal investigation technology of our era, it is still difficult to find evidence from this kind of fire scene where there is nothing left to burn. Right now, it’s not easy for you to see the information.”
"Eh?" Feng Bujue smiled slyly when he heard this, "What's the wind today? Not only did he not argue with me, but he also looked very understanding? Are you planning to ask me for New Year's money?"
"According to my estimates, the value of the New Year's money and various holiday gifts I have received since I was a child should already be higher than the total amount of all legal assets you have handled in your life. Do you really want to continue talking about this topic with me?" Ruoyu replied without changing his face.
"That's right~" The next second, Feng Bujue nodded in satisfaction.
Obviously, he didn't care about the content of the opponent's argument, all he wanted was an attitude that made him feel more comfortable.
To put it more bluntly, this is called playing cheap...
But then again, the so-called "flirting and scolding" thing, nine out of ten, didn't it all start with a man's cheap behavior for nothing to do
Just like mancai (a form of stage comedy in Japan, similar to Chinese cross talk, but slightly different), one person has to play dumb, and the other person can complain.
No matter how stupid the person who pretends to be is, he is not really stupid; no matter how bad the person who complains is, there is no malice.
This kind of game of willing to fight and willing to suffer is an indispensable part of our human social behavior.
Friends who can brazenly talk about mental retardation face to face but no one takes it seriously are called true friends; men and women who can get used to each other's shortcomings and treat them as sloths but still stick to each other every day are called true love.
Not to mention whether it is sad or ridiculous, but overall... the depth of the relationship between people just reflects the degree of comfort they have when they are playing cheap in front of each other.
You will only show your truest side in front of the people closest to you, because you are very clear about the tolerance of the other party for you, which makes you feel safe, and people will feel comfortable and speak freely when they have a sense of security. Do whatever you want.
Everyone will meet a few people in their life, and you will never worry about losing your composure in front of them.
It doesn't matter whether you fall in love with each other or birds of a feather flock together, if you can't find such a person by your side, then your life may be too lonely and too failed.
And Wang Qiong is such a person.
He has no shortage of friends, and the number of people who want to be his friends is too large to count.
He is not short of lovers, if he is willing, "Bridegroom every night" is not difficult.
But he still feels alone.
Because in this world, he can no longer find anyone who can let him completely let go of his guard and trust him absolutely.
When a man is at ease only when he is alone, he is lonely no matter how many people he is surrounded by.
"Master, there is a guest asking to see you."
Outside the door, Cheng Wei's report woke Wang Qiong up from his nap.
"Ha..." Wang Qiong, who was reclined on a soft bed, shook his head and yawned back, "Who are all the people here?"
Wang Qiong had never read a book when he was a child. Although he learned how to read and write when he grew up, his speech and conversation could not be changed, so it is almost impossible for him to say words like "who is here".
"To the owner, there are a man and a woman who came. The man called himself 'Zhang San' and said he came to you for 'delivery'." Cheng Wei replied.
Cheng Wei should be regarded as a relatively credible one among those who Wang Qiong didn't trust; he and his younger brother Cheng Yong have been Wang Qiong's personal bodyguards for ten years.
It is said to be a "guard", but in fact Cheng Wei has been more like a housekeeper these years, because Wang Qiong has many masters under his command, so Cheng Wei has rarely had the opportunity to display martial arts.
"Oh..." Wang Qiong thought for a few seconds, "Let them wait for a while, I'll go right away."
"Yes." Cheng Weinuo said, and the sound of his fast-moving footsteps came from outside the door.
Not long after, Wang Qiong was fully dressed, left the room, and came to the courtyard outside the door.
The owner of this compound was originally the richest man in Linlu Town, and his house is also the largest mansion in the town.
But now, he is no longer in this town.
Because the day Wang Qiong came to Linlu Town, he bought this house and three or four surrounding houses as residences for himself and his followers.
And his "buying method" is roughly... "I will give you half a day to pack up and move away. If you can't take it away or have no time to pack it up, I will buy it together."
After finishing the request, he asked the other party to "make a price at will", and then he followed the price that the other party asked "at will", really giving...
This is how Wang Qiong does things, and this is how he spends his money.
The most frightening thing is that his ability to make money is better than spending money...
"Both, I've been waiting for a long time." Wang Qiong crossed the yard and entered a main room in the front yard. He was already greeting the two "guests" as he walked in the door carelessly.
Although Wang Qiong doesn't pay much attention to etiquette, his guests are still very particular.
"I've met Boss Wang." The male guest immediately stood up, clasped his hands together, and said in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.
Wang Qiong looked him up and down—this is a tall and thin man with a soft face, he looks about thirty years old; in this cold weather, he still wears a neat Tsing Yi with a waistband With a sword, it looks like a practicer.
At the same time, the other party was also observing Wang Qiong—Boss Wang was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. He was in his early forties, and he was not ugly at all; he was wearing a fur coat, cotton trousers, and a fur hat. , there is no one in the world like a person in the world, no matter how you look at it, you look like a shopkeeper.
"We... met?" Wang Qiong looked at him suspiciously.
The man who claimed to be Zhang San did not answer this question, but glanced at Cheng Wei who was standing aside, and then gave Wang Qiong a questioning look.
"Oh..." Wang Qiong understood what he meant, "It doesn't matter, just let him listen, just tell me."
Wang Qiong doesn't like to beat around the bush when he speaks. He will tell many things in the simplest and straightforward way.
"Okay..." Zhang San hesitated for a few seconds before replying, "Then I'll remind Boss Wang... When we met last time, my identity was still 'Zhu Cheng'."
"What?" Wang Qiong took two steps back and glanced at him again, "You said you were Zhu Cheng?" His expression was already expressing his disbelief, "The Zhu Cheng who ranks second in Yuling Sijue?"
"Yes." Zhang San gave an affirmative answer.
"Hmph..." At this time, Cheng Wei sneered, "It's ridiculous. If you want to pretend to be someone else, you should first ask about their body shape, right? Zhu Cheng's body is worth two of you."
"Then Zhu Cheng's voice, is it like this?"
This sentence was said by "Zhang San", but his voice when he said this sentence was completely different from his voice just now, but it was exactly the same as that of Zhu Cheng back then.
"You..." Seeing this, Cheng Wei was at a loss for words.
Wang Qiong's reaction was faster than him: "So...you used to be Zhu Cheng, but now you are Zhang San?"
Zhang Sanying said: "I have never been Zhu Cheng... the real Zhu Cheng was replaced by me long before Yuling Sijue met you."
Wang Qiong said: "Oh...then you have always been Zhang San, but you pretended to be Zhu Cheng for a while?"
Zhang San said: "I'm not Zhang San either."
Wang Qiong said: "Then who are you?"
Zhang San smiled: "It doesn't matter who I am. I can be Zhu Cheng or Zhang San. If necessary, I can also be Wang Qiong, and I can even be Wang Qiong for the rest of my life."
This sentence is very dangerous.
As dangerous as whoever said it.
"Huh?" Before he finished speaking, Cheng Wei's eyes and murderous intent approached Zhang San like a blade.
"Hahaha..." Zhang San laughed, "Just joking...just joking, don't take Cheng Zhuangshi seriously."
Whether Zhang San was really joking, and whether Cheng Wei took it seriously, everyone would understand without mentioning it.
But this topic did not continue, because Wang Qiong had already started to talk about other things as if nothing had happened: "Okay, you can be anyone, and you don't have to tell me what happened between you and Yuling Sijue, you guys The grievances and grievances of the people in the rivers and lakes have nothing to do with me, I only care about whether the business can be done, as for who to do it with... It's the same for me."
While speaking, he shifted his gaze to the woman who had been sitting beside him without saying a word.
This woman was wearing a thick cotton coat and a red cloak wrapped around it. She wore a bamboo hat on her head, and a layer of thick black gauze under the brim of the hat completely covered her face.
Wrapped up like this, there are not many bases that can be used to determine her gender; but, there are still some... such as the style of her clothes, such as her walking posture, and such as... the only thing on her body that is not covered, that A pair of slender hands like white jade.
Those are indeed a pair of beautiful hands, so beautiful that they are flawless and even false.
The owner of these hands obviously has never done any rough work, nor has he practiced martial arts... Even if he has practiced, it is definitely not a skill.
Wang Qiong has seen many women, and also seen many women's hands, so at this moment, he doesn't need to look at the woman's face, he already knows that this must be a stunning woman.
"This is..." After a short breath, Wang Qiongfu spoke again. He wanted to say, "This is the product", but after a little deliberation, he changed the second half of the sentence to, "...the person I'm looking for?"
"Yes." Zhang San's answer was neither too fast nor too slow, and his tone sounded confident.
"Is she... okay?" Wang Qiong's next question seemed a little ambiguous.
But Zhang San knew exactly what he was asking: "She's fine."
A second later, Zhang San seemed to be afraid that Wang Qiong would not understand, so Zhang San added another sentence: "It's as good as ever."
Wang Qiong didn't respond, but turned his head and said, "Cheng Wei."
"Yes." Cheng Wei responded.
"Call the two maids and Mrs. Wen..." Wang Qiong didn't finish his sentence.
Zhang San took advantage of the situation and interrupted: "Wait a minute."
"What's wrong?" Wang Qiong asked.
"Before the inspection, don't you stop talking about the price?" Zhang San's eyes flashed greedy.
"How much do you want to add?" Wang Qiong is really a straightforward person.
He bypassed the nonsense of knowingly asking questions, bypassed Zhang San's description of how many difficulties he had experienced and how many risks he had taken in this operation, and asked the most core question directly aimed at the other party's purpose.
"Double." Zhang San is also a powerful character. Before Wang Qiong's question, he didn't lose his footing at all, and said in a deep voice his obviously excessive asking price.
"Okay." Wang Qiong also answered without hesitation, "Inspect the goods first, if there is no problem with the goods, you can take the money and leave."
After Wang Qiong finished speaking, he turned around and left.
He didn't explain anything, he knew that Cheng Wei would handle the next thing well.
When Wang Qiong turned around, his appearance was very ordinary, and his walking appearance was also ordinary.
There is absolutely no arrogance in his gestures.
However, when he turned around, "Zhang San" looked at his back with respect in his eyes.
"Zhang respectfully sent Boss Wang off." When he walked out of the room, Zhang San made a deeper bow than when the other party came, and said this sentence in a tone of admiration. (.)