Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

The location sent by Wu Jingshan is in Mingqin County, WW City.

This is also the destination of Lin Yi's trip.

Although Yu Wenrui's fiefdom was in Wuwei, he also inherited the title of Marquis. According to historical records, in the first year of Emperor Kaihuang's reign in the Sui Dynasty, which was 581 AD, Yang Shuang, the youngest son of Emperor Wu Yuan of the Sui Dynasty Yang Zhong, became the general manager of Liangzhou. The state essentially became the fiefdom of King Wei.

Although Yu Wenrui is a playboy, he also knows the principle of "don't let others snore on the side of the bed".

When Yang Shuang led his troops to station in Wuwei to start a war with the Turks, Yu Wenrui took the initiative to give up his "turf" and dragged his family to Guanxi County, which is now known as Mingqin County.

This place is located on the edge of the Tengger Desert. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a place where birds do not poop.

Yu Wenrui's move was equivalent to banishing his whole family.

Wei Wang Yang Shuang felt very happy.

"It is said that Yu Wenrui is a dandy. It is true that he understands the importance of being wise and protecting himself. The word "rui" is really good and wise!"

"Wisdom used to be a good word, but now it is equated with 'idiot'."

"Yu Wenrui is not a fool. Someone has written a book and a biography for him."

In the hotel, four people gathered in a room and continued to use various means to find content related to Yu Wenrui.

Bai Lu received an email. Mr. Bai found a friend in the publishing industry through his personal network and found information about Yu Wenrui from him.

The email showed that as early as the 90s, the editor of a publishing house received a registered letter from Wuwei.

There is a thick handwritten manuscript paper inside, which may have tens of thousands of words.

It records various official histories, unofficial histories, and anecdotes from various folklore about Yu Wenrui.

The author is a retired teacher in Minqin County, Wuwei.

At that time, the only way to publish what you wrote was through submission.

The manuscript is sent to the editorial department's mailbox by letter, and the editor reviews the content after receiving it.

If they are interested in the content and feel it is worthy of publication, they will reply to the author and proceed to the next step, such as revising, changing, improving, etc. the content.

From submission to publication of a book is a long process.

Most authors cannot wait for a reply from the editorial office.

When a letter is mailed, it is like a dead letter. Generally, if you do not receive a reply after a certain number of working days, it means that the manuscript has not been submitted. You can submit it to another editorial department and the manuscript will not be returned.

At that time, the author's manuscripts were all handwritten, and he copied out several versions and kept the original version for himself.

"What are sent here are a few photos. These are the only ones left in the original manuscript."

"Zoom in and see."

Bai Lu operated the computer and enlarged the pictures in the email. Several pieces of handwritten manuscript paper covered the computer screen.

I have to say that this old teacher’s pen handwriting is really beautiful.

The whole article is written in block letters, but the content is indeed almost meaningless.

"No wonder the publishing house didn't give him a manuscript. This writing is too ridiculous. Who did he write Yu Wenrui as?
What about the flying wooden kite, the wooden cow and the horse that can move on their own without feeding grass? Did he write this as a science fiction novel?Is this Yu Wenrui or Brother Geng? "

Wang Qiang glanced at the contents on the computer and immediately put forward his own opinions on the contents.

"What Brother Qiang said makes sense. Judging from what is written on these pieces of paper, Yu Wenrui seems to be a match for Brother Geng. Look at what he said. A wooden kite can fly more than ten meters when released from a cliff. .

To be honest, this thing is not useless, it is really useless!This stuff was sent to other people's editorial department. It doesn't have much serious content, it's all about this. How do you let people publish it? Lin Yi stared at the computer screen for a long time and suddenly said:

"I would like to ask, sir, can I still find the contact information of this retired teacher who submitted articles to the editorial department at that time?"

"No need to ask, here, his address is written on the back of this one."

Bai Lu turned to the last page of the photo. Behind it was the detailed address of the contributor, as well as a landline phone number, with a special note indicating that it was the official phone number at the door of her family's home.

At the end of the 90s, in this small northwest town, telephones were still a relatively rare thing.

It has not been widely popularized.

"Tomorrow we will go to Forensic Doctor Wu first to understand the situation there, and then we will go find Mr. Song Henian."

"No, why do you think his random fabrication is credible? Why are you wasting your time?"

"The content in his manuscript should have a source. There is very little content related to Yu Wenrui. It is always good to know more about it. Okay, let's all rest. We have to go on the road early tomorrow morning."

The other three people went back to their rooms to rest.

Lin Yi sat in front of the window, lit a cigarette, looked at the night view of the Yellow River, and fell into deep thought.

Yu Wenrui, from what I knew about him before, he was a complete second-generation ancestor and a playboy.

This kind of person's political sense is generally not very sensitive.

But he could think of quietly handing over his fiefdom to others, running to the edge of the desert to live in seclusion, and then making some weird inventions.

What kind of person is this wise guy?
With such doubts, Lin Yi embarked on the next day's trip.

Before leaving Jincheng, the four of us went to have a bowl of beef noodles with soup.

They are still not used to eating noodles for breakfast, but despite the cold weather in the morning, it feels quite comfortable to eat such a steaming bowl of beef noodles.

Eat and drink enough and hit the road.

It was a three-hour drive all the way to Mingqin County People's Hospital in Wuwei.

After making a phone call, someone came out and took them to the morgue.

Wu Jingshan was already waiting at the door.

His eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, the bags under his eyes were a little swollen, and his face had no luster at all. It looked like he had stayed up all night.

"You guys are here. You haven't slept all night, and you finally put these six people together. Do you all want to go in?"

Wang Qiang remembered what happened yesterday and waved his hand to indicate that he still stopped reading.

Qian Sheng seconded the proposal, but Bai Lu was a little curious, so she put on protective clothing and followed them in.

There were six corpses on the bed, covered with white cloths.

Forensic Doctor Wu uncovered the white cloth one by one. Bai Lu only took one look at the scene in front of her, then covered her mouth and rushed out the door.

The limbs of the six people were all black and purple, as if they had been soaked in ink.

Although the limbs have been sewn up by Wu Jingshan and her assistants, they have been severely cut by sharp instruments. Some limbs are of different lengths, some have half of their heads missing, and some have completely lost their faces from the lower jaw. .

There were holes in the flesh, and even the bones could be seen.

This tragic situation is really hard to accept. (End of chapter)