imperial psychologist

Chapter 683
The few people didn't move rashly for a moment, they bent over and squatted down in the withered grass.

Li Yiru lay on the ground and listened for a while, "There are at most eight or nine people walking around in the room...the caravan itself has about ten people, plus the officials in the station, there must be more than twenty people, right?"

"Maybe the others are asleep." Bo Ling said softly, "After all, it's so late..."

Li Yiru froze for a moment, "That's right."

He patted the grass clippings stuck to his body, and was about to stand up again, when Mu Cheng pushed him down again.

"Since we have doubts, let's be careful." Mu Cheng said softly, "Let's go around to the backyard first."

Before the three of them could act, a person walked out of the post station. It seemed that he was watching the night as usual. The person held a lantern and walked around the periphery of the post station, and then returned to the house.

The three of them stared at the man's whereabouts in the grass, and did not get up cautiously until everything was peaceful again.

"There are also people patrolling the station." Li Yiru said softly, "The corridors, the backyard...all of them."

Mu Cheng nodded, suddenly rejoicing in his heart.When he was a policeman in the past, he had developed the ability to explore and track. It was not difficult for him to explore the backyard of the post in this wilderness... But fortunately, Li Yiru was on their side at the moment , otherwise no one can stop it.

The backyard of the post station is an old yard with stone walls, and tall white lanterns are hung on the courtyard gate, with a word "post" printed on each side of the lantern.

The courtyard door was closed tightly, but the courtyard wall was only one person high. Mu Cheng sneaked to a corner where firewood was piled up somewhere, leaned against the wall and listened for a while, then grasped the top of the wall with both hands, slowly got up, and looked at the situation inside the wall.

There was a well in the backyard, and two people were drawing water from the well, and then carrying the poke to wash the stone brick floor.

The two were cursing while working. Mucheng tried to listen for a while, but couldn't hear clearly—maybe he could ask Li Yiru if he heard clearly.

The backyard of the inn looked completely refurbished, the stone tiles on the ground looked new, but other than that, there didn't seem to be anything noticeable about it until a gust of wind blew by.

Mu Cheng was about to let go and land on the ground, when he suddenly smelled a faint fishy smell in the wind.

He squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the buckets in the hands of those people and the ground at their feet, only to find that there was a thin layer of blood stains on the ground. Their color was extremely light, and it was almost impossible to see it unless he actively searched for it with a purpose...

No wonder these two are washing the floor here!
Mu Cheng landed silently, and quickly sneaked into the two of them in the grass.

"It's another group of robbers," Mu Cheng said in a low voice, "It should have taken over the official post, and took the opportunity to kill people and rob them... The caravan yesterday must have been in danger."

"...that's really cunning," Li Yiru clenched his fists, "and put the horses and wagons outside, pretending that there are merchants living here, then let's go—"

"No rush." ​​Bo Ling looked at the lantern in the backyard of the station, "...Anyway, there are horses here."

She turned her head and looked at Mu Cheng, "Should we find a way to get a few horses on the road?"

"Well, I think so too." Mu Cheng nodded, "There are so many horses tethered here, there will be no such shop after this village."

Li Yiru was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, then I will listen to the two brothers!"

……

Several people slowly returned along the road in the decayed grass, and headed for the front gate of the post station again.

On the opposite side of the post station, there are two strong men in post robes guarding the open-air stables. They don't always stand at the exit of the stables, and sometimes they go around to look behind.

Mu Cheng and Li Yiru split into two groups, approaching from the north and the south respectively. Bo Ling lurks in the west of the stable and waits for an opportunity——when Li and Mu's ideas attract the attention of these two thugs, she can Taking the opportunity to step forward, cut off the reins, and galloped the horse to run.

Continuing to the north from here, there is a small rock pool about seven or eight miles away, and the three of them can gather there when the time comes.

Bo Ling stared at the two patrolling in front of the stables with scorching eyes.

It's strange to say that these two people seem to be eight feet long, with broad shoulders and thick arms, and they can't see their faces clearly at night, but they stand there, and they have an aura of their own.

Although the surroundings were silent at the moment, the two of them did not relax at all. They patrolled around from time to time, and when they heard the sound, they drew their knives and slashed the nearby grass.

Being so vigilant doesn't really look like a mob.

Bo Ling sweated secretly. Fortunately, the two people outside the stable didn't notice when a few people approached just now, otherwise a fight would have started by now.

But in the face of such an enemy, can Mu Cheng and Li Yiru really succeed in attracting their attention?

Bo Ling didn't dare to think about anything else, he could only hold his breath and look at the prospect quietly.

Soon, the east—the side of Mucheng had already heard the sound of birds singing, followed by the sound of rolling stones.

The two guards in front of the stable looked sideways and drew their swords at the same time, one of them followed the sound, while the other opened his feet slightly, vigilantly looked in the direction of the sound, and continued to stand firm.

Bo Ling pulled out the dagger from the back of his waist.

The fence of the stable is not high, there are only two crooked horizontal beams in total, and the wooden strips are firmly tied together by ropes to form a half-person-high fence.

A dozen horses were tied to stakes in the stable, and all she had to do was wait for an opportunity to break in, and then drive at least three horses out of the stable door.

Suddenly, there was a slight snap in the dim light, and the candle lamp hanging in the corner of the stable went out.

Bo Ling didn't even see what actually extinguished the candle, but thought it was a gust of wind passing by.

Almost at the next moment, the robber at the door of the stable suddenly swung his knife and knocked down a hidden weapon that was flying towards his neck—there was a crisp collision sound, and the knocked down gold leaf turned and inserted into the wooden stake beside the stable.

——Bai Ling exclaimed in his heart, the gold leaf can still be used like this!

The robber hardly hesitated or even panicked. While shouting "There is a thief!" The rope, the copper ball on the rope will hit the copper bell and make a loud noise.

In such a late night, if such a bell rings, people from miles away may be able to hear it.

However, the rope tied to the copper ball has been quietly cut by the people of Boling, and the whole yellow bell has been quietly carried up the tree by them, and it is firmly stuck between the branches.

The enemy was strong, and Li Yiru didn't dare to show his face. He ran fast in the grass at night, and the gold leaves in his hand flew towards the bandit next to the stable——

However, between raising the knife and dodging left and right, not a single piece of the gold leaf was stuck on the gangster, but he neighed in shock.

The bandit smiled proudly, "Grandpa will play with you and wait for the little thief today! Come on!"

At this moment, Bo Ling jumped into the stable. She stepped on the pile fence, and walked along the outside of the stable, the rein in her hand snapped.

Not far away, the gangsters in the station heard the sound and moved, and a series of footsteps sounded well-trained.

time is limited……

Boling drew his knife and stabbed hard at the nearest horse.

"I'm sorry."

--It's now!
(End of this chapter)