a very dark dark guard

Chapter 132 The image is over
They followed the clues there, reasoned seriously, and each of them was so devoted that they almost wrote and drew in a small notebook.I know who the culprit is, and I don't need to collect evidence and reason. The reason why I actively participated in the investigation is just to let that person relax his vigilance towards me.

I clearly helped the elders investigate the murderer, but secretly sent someone to monitor the murderer.

The elders have already pushed, and the maidservant and lover meet each other every week, but no one finds out, which is really suspicious.

The heads in charge of the various places have come to 'visit' the remains, but no one recognized the maid, and they said with certainty that they had never seen this woman before.

The "community" of the Devil's Cult is very large, and most of the people stay home, because there are really no entertainment activities, no theaters to go to, and no shops to visit.

Many people go to work, go home, go home, go to work, and the people in one hospital do not know the people in that hospital.

The maidservant has been working in Xuanyuan Wuwu's residence since she joined the Devil's Cult, starting as a sweeping servant.

There are too many people in the church who have never seen her or know her.

The elders pushed along this line, wanting to know how she and her lover met and fell in love.

It is almost impossible for two people who live in Nantou and Beitou to know each other.

Those who get close to the maid must have a reasonable status, and can take advantage of their position to contact her many times and gradually develop feelings for her.

They said from the superior, I took a small notebook and wrote it down, of course not to record the clues of hunting and killing, but to record our future farming plan.

The task of the six hidden guards is completed, and the elders have nothing to ask, so I will lead him back to the poison hall, and the previously agreed punishment must be fulfilled.

Although they were Xuanyuan Wuwu's secret guards, since he was still ill, he couldn't say that he couldn't move, so he couldn't execute it himself.

I sent someone to ask, and he nodded, which means he agreed to let me punish these six people on his behalf.

There are stocks in the warehouse of the 'Magic Prison' Poison Hall. I went to take out six of them myself, and quietly detoxified most of them on the way.

I deliberately asked someone to vacate the empty room, and locked them six in, two to one room, and the conditions were better than the prison.

The six of them took the pills without hesitation, and went into their respective rooms to wait for punishment.

The servants of the Poison Hall locked the door from the outside, leaving only two small openings on the door, one for delivering meals and the other for collecting toilets.

Although I have detoxified the toxin of 'Magic Prison', the basic medicinal properties are still there. Its current effect is basically equivalent to chicken blood.

After the six dark guards were taken down, they could only sleep for five or six hours at night, and there was no rest or idle time during the rest of the time.

In fact, the principle is similar to that of drinking high, but they have been trained to be reticent people for many years, and they have to endure if they are punished.

The result was that there were always noises in the room where they were locked, but no human voice.

Boom, dang, da da da...

All kinds of voices kept going, but there was no human voice. The servants of the poison hall didn't know the truth, so they passed it back and forth in private, and finally it came out that I sealed the dark guard's dumb point and fed the poison.

Wan'er and Xiaojiao heard about this from different channels, and came to tell me, and I also felt that I was 'vicious'.

But the person who was most afraid was Lang Jiang. When the servants brought him meals, they specifically mentioned this matter, saying that I would definitely keep him for the last one to clean up. I might sum up how many torture experiences by then.

Lang Jiang lived in anxiety every day and couldn't sleep all night. His room faced the hidden guards, and there was an open space in the middle. The hidden guards jumped up and down in the room. hear.

He didn't know that the hidden guard was practicing martial arts in the house, kicking on the wall and hanging upside down on the beam, and doing sit-ups on the bed, making the wooden bed creak.

He was like a blindfolded person who couldn't see the situation in the dark guard's room, so he had unknown fear.

Days of insomnia and anxiety, coupled with the news that Xuanyuan Wumu suffered a stroke and became paralyzed, his original loyalty has been shaken in the past two days.

Several doctors from the Devil's Cult said that Xuanyuan Wumu could not be cured, and they also invited doctors from the town to treat him, and they also said that they could not be cured.

There is no cure for the poison of resting grass, and there is no way to restore the damaged brain blood vessels and nerves.

Before the punishment of the hidden guard expired, Lang Jiang let go, and took the initiative to call the servants in the courtyard, saying that he had something to talk to.

I hadn't seen him for days, and I almost didn't recognize him when I saw him.

He didn't say how handsome he was, but he had the heroic spirit of a martial arts youth.

The tall and straight body is now bent, the cheeks are sunken, and the bags under the eyes are almost bigger than the eyes.

"How did Guard Lang become like this? Is it because the servants don't give you food? I treat prisoners preferentially. If you tell me who abused you, I will punish him." I sat in the main hall of the poison hall. Come on, I changed its layout slightly and turned it into an office.

Before I could finish speaking, Lang Jiang knelt on the ground with a plop.

I habitually turned my body to avoid his kneeling, he was older than me, and I was afraid of losing my life.

"Master An, Xuanyuan Wumu ordered me to harm you, he is the mastermind!" Lang Jiang said loudly.

"Isn't this something obvious? Even the handyman who raises pigs in the kitchen knows it. It doesn't matter whether you talk about it or not. Don't get excited." Seeing his violent ups and downs, I tried to persuade him.

"I..." Lang Jiang probably didn't expect me to have such an attitude, too calm and indifferent, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Whether he ordered you or not, since you have carried out his order, you have to bear the consequences, do you admit it?"

"Acknowledge!" Lang Jiang thought for a moment, then nodded heavily, "Please show kindness to Hall Master An, and give me a good time."

I thought he had figured it out, and was going to betray his old master and come to join me, at least to mention a crime or something.

Unexpectedly, he came here to seek a quick death, probably because he was scared recently.

"This...happy, definitely not happy..."

Hearing this, his face darkened, almost desperate.

"The main job of raising pigs is too tiring and dirty. You, a guard who usually wears clean clothes and wears a sword as a facade, will definitely not be happy if you go there. Take a while to get used to it. 365 lines, every line. Champion."

Lang Jiang was stunned, as if he didn't understand what I meant.

"From today, you will be transferred to the canteen, go there to raise pigs, go to your original residence to pack up your things, and move to the canteen immediately."

Lang Jiang woke up like a dream, and blinked, as if he wanted to make sure again.

"Go ahead, or... you actually want to try the poison pill?"

As soon as I reminded him, he understood. He quickly stood up, bowed deeply, then turned around and ran out the door.

When he goes out like this, others will only think that he has suffered from me.

His footsteps are sloppy, his complexion is pale, his hair is about to fall out, and he is so thin that anyone who sees him feels that this is "lamp oil" that is about to dry up.

He was really suffering, not sleeping during the day and night, staring at the most vicious punishment every day, living in anxiety every day, the servants said that he could not eat at all, and was so anxious that he vomited whenever he ate.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid that I'll inject chronic poison into the food...

Lang Jiang suffered inhuman torture in the poison hall, and was then transferred to a barn to raise pigs. The news quickly spread throughout the church.

Lang Jiang didn't deliberately slander me. He explained that I was good to him and didn't poison him. It was my kindness to transfer him to raise pigs.

His sincere gratitude not only failed to resolve the misunderstanding, but made others more convinced that my methods were vicious.

My public image is completely ruined, and I can't let people around me explain it, it's not convincing.

What's more, people only discuss it in private, and they don't admit it when they ask them openly.

There is no need to go to war over rumors.

Xiaojiao and Wan'er spared no effort, they would praise me for my kindness whenever they had the opportunity.

The description of the two of them became darker and darker. Although others didn't say that they didn't believe it, they still believed that they were in "there is no silver 300 taels here".

How can a good person boast that he is a good person when he meets everyone?suspicious!
I wasn't thinking about it, the guard Jia just habitually held up the melon and shook it in front of me, but I didn't really want to know.

Xuanyuan Wumu, who was in charge of personnel transfer, finally stepped down, and his previous arrangements could be changed.

I haven't seen Yue Nanxiang and Manager Zhang for a long time. They are the most difficult to deal with. They followed Ximen Wuhen back to the Devil's Cult and had a few fights, mainly Yue Nanxiang.

After that, Xuanyuan Wumu transferred them to guard the fish pond, and they were dispatched to Hegou Farm, two hundred miles away from the headquarters, where they raised wild freshwater fish.

Yue Nanxiang still wanted to make a fuss, Mr. Zhang is such a smart person, he persuaded Yue Nanxiang, and told her to bear it for now until I came.

With Manager Zhang around, Yue Nanxiang couldn't bear the hardships, and I had already secretly asked Yue Ba to go and find them.

What I mean is to let them stand by there, the headquarters is not peaceful, if Xuanyuan Wumu steps down, there are more powerful people around.

Fish farming is safer, as long as there are protective people around, it is better than coming back.

Director Zhang must be thinking about Yue Nanxiang, she is a child now, what will she do when she comes back to meddle in the fights among adults.

Sure enough, on the eighth day of the month, a messenger was sent back, saying that Director Zhang also felt that it was appropriate for them to stay there.

He has no martial arts, and Yue Nanxiang is a child, the old and the young, so it would be a hindrance when he comes back.

There is a small village over there, and they live in it okay.

Yue Nanxiang was obsessed with practicing kung fu, and she practiced well in the countryside with beautiful scenery and fresh air.

I'm not worried about them, I just sent someone to protect them secretly.

On the other hand, at the headquarters, the maid's lover was finally discovered, but it was a dead body.

The body was wearing a purse given by the maid, and the purse was recognized by the maid's cousin. The maid's needlework was very ordinary, and the purse was embroidered by her cousin, and a little handwork fee was charged at that time.

The identity of the corpse was found to be a little gardener who delivered plants and flowers to various courtyards, and the old gardener often sent him out to deliver flowers.

People in the Demon Cult are obsessed with raising ornamental plants, but some people don't particularly care about their life and death. The ornamental plants and flowers placed in various courtyards and departments often wither due to illness, lack of water and other reasons.

After death, the person in charge of the gardening hall will ask for it, which is a department dedicated to planting flowers and plants.

Also responsible for gardening work, pruning flowers and trees potted.

It is indeed somewhat possible that the sender of flowers could get in touch with the maid in Xuanyuan's residence.

It's just that most of the people who are responsible for receiving flowers and plants are male servants, and there are not many maidservants in the inner courtyard who come out to carry flower pots.

Unless the master pays special attention to the flowers and plants that he likes, the close servant girl will come out to pick up the flowers herself, fearing that others will damage the flowers.

Whether the two had the opportunity to meet frequently for this reason is no longer known.

The problem is that a young gardener is still an apprentice, his salary is not high, and there is no lucrative job in delivering flowers. How could he afford that jade pendant?
The little gardener had been in the Demon Cult longer than the maid, but he was relatively young when he came. He was bought into the Demon Cult as a handyman at the age of ten and lived in the Demon Cult for nine years.

He moved flower pots and carried tools every day, and followed the old gardener in the wind and rain in the garden. He had no way to make money at all.

Since it is impossible for him to buy the jade pendant with his own money, then someone else gave it to him?

The elders started pushing clues in the meeting hall again, I was too lazy to go, the head of the gardening hall committed suicide on the day the little gardener's body was found.

Right now his place is vacant, and I'm wondering who to put there.

Xuanyuan Wumu has already retreated, and there is no one to take care of him for the time being.

The elders are also arguing about this matter, and it is impossible for someone who already holds real power to hold this position concurrently.

They just want to help their cronies up, but who doesn't know who?They have been acquainted for many years, and they all think so, so no one can sit down.

Ximen Wuhen was annoyed by their quarrel, and once again 'arbitrary', he put me up.

In less than half a month, I have been promoted to two levels, and I have become a "legendary figure" of the Demon Cult for nearly 50 years.

Of course the other elders would not agree, they wanted to vote, Ximen Wuhen made a cruel move, voting is too boring, let's just fight!
Whoever has an objection will fight me one-on-one, and the one who survives has the final say.

This is an old rule of the Devil's Cult. It has existed since the establishment of the Cult, but no one wants to use it in recent years.

The days of ease are too long, who wants to work hard?

Even if he survived and was seriously injured, who would benefit in the future?
Surely those who did not accept the duel!
The rule is heads-up, not a group, the old foxes don't want to be their own victims.

Ping Bai himself was injured and blocked the guns for other elders. In case of old injuries or disabilities, he would never even think about fighting them in the future. For example, Xuanyuan Wumu is the best example.

If a series of events hadn't happened, they weren't afraid of me, and they would probably be willing to fight me one-on-one.

But after I came, some 'strange' things happened, and now they don't dare to do anything with me easily.

Xuanyuan Wumu clearly wanted to harm me, and he did not hesitate to offend the leader and poison me, but nothing happened to me!

How the guards sent by Lang Jiang and Xuanyuan Wumu were captured is still unclear.

They didn't believe at all that it was the deputy steward of Yiyuan, and Elder Gongsun's cronies settled these people.

There is also the burning of the prison. According to the memories of the parties involved, they either passed out or were subdued without even feeling a little bit.

In such a big maze/smoke array, all the prisoners and guards fainted, and I was fine, isn't it strange?

No matter how scientific explanations they use to speculate on my behavior, the final conclusion is that I am mysterious and not easy to mess with...

There must be some special skills on him, including assassins who assassinate poisonous people, why did they commit suicide?
He didn't have any other injuries on his body, it was a pure suicide, and there was no movement in the poisonous hall, which showed that he acted covertly and could have completed the task.

But at the last moment, he changed his mind and ran to a deserted corner to commit suicide.

Everyone knows that I am covering the poisonous people.

Those who are rational are all speculating on scientific explanations. Other people who eat melons have begun to suspect that I am not a human being.

(End of this chapter)