One or two branches of plum outside the bamboo

Chapter 187 Under the Floor Tiles
The donkey cart finally stopped in front of a small yard, and the rain had subsided a lot.

But it still crackled when hit on the tarpaulin.

In such an environment, Yan Qingzhi's perception decreased a little, but the fighting instinct that had been completely awakened before became stronger.

She opened the courtyard door with the key, and walked in first. The courtyard was empty, except for a well.

She checked around, raised the threshold, and Yan Qingzhu drove the car into the yard.

After closing the door, Sun Xuan was pushed in front by Yan Qingzhi, and cautiously walked into the house, there was no trace of anyone inside.

Yan Qingzhu lit the candle he brought with him and glanced at the scene in the room.

There is only one row of houses in this yard, a main house and two wing rooms.

The main house is very large, divided into three rooms, the living room, study and bedroom are all here.

The other two wing rooms, one is the kitchen and the other is the warehouse.

Yan Qingzhu stayed here to check the main house, while Yan Qingzhi went out to see the situation outside.

The thatched hut was in the corner of the backyard. Yan Qingzhi was really not interested in watching such a simple dry toilet, so she just glanced at it and withdrew.

She didn't know if Song Boqing was a pervert, but she always felt that if it wasn't, she wouldn't bury important things there.

After all, in such a big place, what if you accidentally dig over the board of your foot when digging soil, and you fall in when you go to the thatched hut in the future!
Yan Qingzhi wouldn't do it anyway.

But if she really didn't find anything, she might come back and dig a little.

The vegetable field in the backyard was desolate, with no vegetables, only a few rotten rotten cars piled up there.

Yan Qingzhi went over to take a look and found that grass had grown on it, and it didn't look like it had been turned over recently.

Back in the room, Sun Xuan and Lu Jian were tied back to back, Jun Tongyue was watching, and Yan Qingzhu was groping for traces inch by inch.

Although this place is unattractive, they chose to come here first because they feel that there is a great possibility that valuables will be left here.

In fact, it was true. They didn't even go to the wing, but found a movable floor tile under the bookshelf in the main house.

Yan Qingzhi faced the guard directly, Yan Qingzhu assisted from the side, both of them covered their faces with cloth towels, and set up a posture with sticks.

After Yan Qingzhu pried up the floor tiles, several tender green snakes popped up.

Yan Qingzhi swung out a stick and smashed them to pieces...

The floor tiles were tossed to the ground, revealing a red-lacquered wooden box.

Yan Qingzhu stretched his neck and looked over there. After Yan Qingzhi carefully probed the surroundings with a stick, he was certain that there should be no other hidden weapons inside!
The two of them worked hard together and took out the box.

They were on guard the whole time, but the process went smoothly.

The box was taken out, Yan Qingzhi took a look at the lock, took out the tool from his arms, did not open the lock, but directly pulled off the hardware inlaid on the wooden box.

The inside of the lock is poisonous. If it cannot be opened by a specific method, the poison sac inside will be pierced, allowing the poison to flow out.

Yan Qingzhi has not read it for nothing, and recognized the style of this lock at a glance.

It's not good to do something when you have time instead of wasting your emotions.

The wooden box has been dug into a strange shape, and a person with great strength can do whatever he wants.

The box is open, there is no mechanism.

There was only a thick tarpaulin wrapped around something.

Yan Qingzhi stretched out his hand to take it out, opened it and saw that it was a manuscript of several books.

Yan Qingzhu went to see what else was in the wooden box, while Yan Qingzhi carefully read the contents of the book by the light.

The thinnest one is the Poison Sutra Secret Technique, the thickest one is Yi Rong Quanjie, and the remaining two are neither thin nor thick, the Corpse Puppet Secret Technique and Gu Technique.

Yan Qingzhi only flipped it and put it away.

It's not the time for research, and she won't waste time here.

Beneath the tarpaulin was a stack of bank notes and a stack of letterheads.

Opened one by one, the invitations that Sun Xuan said were also included. In addition, a name naturally jumped into the eyes of the sister and brother.

Liu Huaixiang

This person seems to have a very good relationship with Song Boqing. Half of the letterheads in Song Boqing's place were sent by him.

Yan Qingzhi felt obscure after reading a few of them. Seeing that Yan Qingzhu had no plans to read it for the time being, and she couldn't read it herself, she put it away and followed Yan Qingzhu to continue reading.

The following things are rather strange. There is a small wooden box with Song Boqing's seal, and a bunch of bottles and jars. Inside these bottles and jars, many of them are still moving. It is expected that the package should be Living thing.

Maybe it's a Gu worm or something!

The bottom of the bottle is a flat box.

When he opened it, he saw a fierce dagger.

Yan Qingzhi had seen some weapons, but he had never seen such a fierce one.

This dagger is wide and thick, one foot long, forged from stainless steel, with two sides of the blade, with a blood groove in the middle. The hollow blood groove alone is a finger thick, which shows the material used.

The handle of the dagger is unadorned, only wrapped in a brown-red leather belt, simple and heavy.

Yan Qingzhi picked it up and checked it, and the dagger's sharp hair was broken.

However, the weight is not light. Ordinary people start with a sink. If you want to fight with it, it may not achieve the expected effect.

But this is not a problem for Yan Qingzhi.

This weight is like nothing, and I even feel that it feels just right...

Yan Qingzhu took out the same brown-red new leather case from the box and handed it to Yan Qingzhi. Yan Qingzhi happily put it on the dagger, flipped it a few times, and hung it on his waist. between.

The holster of the cowhide hides the halo inside, which really doesn't match Yan Qingzhi's current appearance. Yan Qingzhu only glanced at it and shook his head with a helpless smile.

I rummaged through the box again, and finally found a few books in a mezzanine.

The title of the book is exactly the same as the one I dug out from the tarpaulin bag before, but whether the content inside is the same, we need to compare it before we know it!
Seeing these things, Yan Qingzhi's expression changed immediately, so it seemed that they had to rummage the place where Song Boqing stayed!

However, before that, there is a problem that needs to be solved first.

That is Sun Xuan.

Yan Qingzhi took him out. Apart from asking him to lead the way, he actually didn't want him to die in his own home.

It's not that I think the feng shui of the dead house is not good, but I simply think that Sun Xuan is unworthy!
It just so happens that the environment here is good, the house has been bought by Sun Xuan before, and he died in his own home, which is especially suitable.

After tidying up everything, and putting the floor tiles and bookshelves back in place, Yan Qingzhi and Yan Qingzhu stood up straight with candles and walked to Sun Xuan and Lu Jian's side.

Jun Tongyue gave a little space, so that the siblings could look down at the two sitting on the ground.

The four looked at each other, and Sun Xuan shivered sharply.

(End of this chapter)