Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 59 Two pounds of eggs (continued from yesterday’s update on the 15th)
The two carriages separated at the crossroads.

One went back to Prince Jing's Mansion, and the other went back to Prince's Mansion.

It's just that today, the front door of Prince Jing's Mansion is no different from the past, but the front door of Prince's Mansion is crowded with people watching the excitement.

Because in the afternoon the third prince from Dahuang finished writing the letter of war and had it stamped on the card at Dali Temple, and then sent it to the entrance of the Prince's Mansion. So far, it has been placed on the steps between the two stone lions, with a small stone pressed against it.

No one answered the call in the mansion. Onlookers saw people coming in and out of the mansion this afternoon, but no one picked up the letter of challenge.

Naturally, we have to wait for the Third Prince to come back and make his own decision.

Many people speculated that he might not be able to wait for the Third Prince to come back tonight, so he might find an excuse to go on a flower boat and stay for ten days and a half. Anyway, for him, this behavior is logically normal and cannot be considered an avoidance. Zhan, just out for fun, forgetting where home is.

The reason for this speculation is that as soon as this matter came out, major gambling houses and private experts had different opinions.

But the results are very consistent. There is a gap in the way of heaven. Compared with archery, the prince may still have a chance. If it is a close combat in the arena, I am afraid that
So it didn't take long for the half-grown children to learn how to do it. They shook their heads and pretended to be old-fashioned, and said: "The way of heaven is lacking. If the prince is in close combat, I'm afraid he will be in danger."

And when the black carriage with the mark of Prince Dangbei on it came all the way back from the intersection.

Someone saw it and shouted excitedly: "The Crown Prince is back~!"

Then the crowd boiled for a while, and the crowd who came to the gate of the Prince's residence for different purposes began to shout, began to dissuade, and began to stimulate
"Your Majesty, you must not be defeated by force. Not only will you lose the people of Prince Dangbei's Palace, but you will also lose the people of Zhou Tian!"

"Fart~, how can we not fight for stealing my wife? I have to bite the bullet and do it."

"Whatever the prince wants to do, do you need to care about it?"

"In short, we can't let the little princess marry into the wilderness anyway."

"Your Majesty.."

Zhao Chengfeng picked his ears as he got off the carriage, ignored these gossips, and went directly to the steps in front of the mansion.

He didn't bend down to pick up the gauntlet, but just pointed with his toes, so the stone that was pressed on the gauntlet jumped up, and the gauntlet whirled around and came into his hand.

Then he casually crushed the red mud sealed by Dali Temple.

This represents accepting the challenge, and the audience immediately burst into exclamation.

"Now that you've accepted it, you have to fight hard."

"It doesn't matter if you lose. After all, the man from the wilderness looks quite strong. With your small body, you can still take two punches. I cheer for you."

"Let me tell you, Your Majesty, go and research some medicine. I heard that there are medicines in the three major sects that can temporarily improve your realm. Let's give it a try. Anyway, your body is no longer overdrawn here, so you can go spend some time with yourself. "

Zhao Chengfeng was happy and understood that the enemy was Dahuang. Seeing that Zhou Tianren accepted the challenge, he still chose to stand with him, but his words were a bit harsh.

……

As night falls.

The fact that the third prince of Dangbei Palace accepted the challenge letter from the third prince of Dahuang was like thunder, exploding in the sky above Kyoto City.

The critical date was still very close. The day after tomorrow, after hearing the news, Dali Temple began to build a ring suitable for practitioners to fight overnight, fearing that the ordinary ring would not be able to withstand the torment of the two people.

As soon as Cui Zhi came out of Shuntian Mansion, he saw the warriors who had set up a ring sweating profusely.

Someone was mumbling while working.

"Since we're right, we have to work harder for the Third Prince."

"Oh, why should you work harder? Your Majesty is really crazy. This warrior of the Great Wilderness is famous all over the world. If the Dangbei Palace were not for the unparalleled bravery of its cavalry, in terms of pure close combat, it would really be impossible to fight against that guy from the temple. "

Cui Zhi stood still for a moment, thinking that the person the prince was going to fight was the third prince Dahuang who he deduced as the real culprit behind the scenes after sorting out the clues.

So he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, took two breaths, and went straight home.

Back in the room, Cui Zhi lay on the bed for a while, remembering that he had sued the Lord today but could not get Shaoqing's support. Shaoqing even asked him to reflect on whether he was too unkind in daily life. look.

He was naturally angry again at that time, and squirted at the young minister of Shuntian Prefecture: "I'm here to investigate the case. Twelve women are dead in Kyoto. You're talking about collegiality with me here, and it's unreasonable. What the hell are you talking about?" Is there shit in your head?”

It's great to scold
Later, of course, he was suspended because he contradicted Shaoqing and refused to admit his mistake.

But when it stopped, it stopped. Cui Zhi felt that he couldn't stay in this shabby place any longer.

After lying on the bed for a while to digest these nonsense, he sat up with a flutter.

There were twelve portraits of victims looking at him on the wall at home. Cui Zhi was not afraid, but felt that they were just urging him to find evidence.

So, he once again started sorting out clues from the No. 1 girl named Wu Xiaolan. He told himself to be more careful. No matter what the case is in this world, as long as it is man-made, it will inevitably leave traces and evidence.

I must have missed something important!

This important thing will definitely prove who the real murderer is.

Travel time, disappearance time, all clues found before, and speculation notes based on these clues.

Cui Zhi looked at these and entered his own world.

As soon as I raised my eyes, it was dawn.

After going out to eat breakfast, he returned home again and continued to stay awake.

Just like that, another early morning came, and he finally collapsed on the bed with his eyes full of bloodshot eyes.

Because he carefully sorted out everything about the twelve victims. He didn't expect that he really didn't miss anything important before, which also meant that he would be the same as before, unable to find anything. new evidence.

An unprecedented feeling of powerlessness filled the body and mind.

For the first time, he was so depressed that he thought he might not be able to find any evidence.

Cui Zhi, who had last eaten yesterday morning, was not only weak, but also felt a soreness in his stomach.

He stood up like a zombie, opened the door, and saw the bright sky today.

As soon as I walked onto the street, I heard someone clamoring to get a good seat in front of the Dali Temple. Today was a jealous fight between the third prince of Dangbei Palace and the third prince of Dahuang.
Um..
Wait a moment.
Cui Zhi suddenly became energetic.

If the third prince of Dahuang goes to the ring today, then the people from the three major sects who have been with him since he entered the capital will naturally follow him, and the people in the mission will naturally go to cheer him on.

Does that mean there is no one in the post house?

Can I sneak into the room that released the burning smell and take a look?
Thinking of this, Cui Zhi felt the warmth in his limbs begin to return, and the light in Kyoto this morning, which was not so bright, suddenly took on some color.

So he didn't bother to eat some rice pads to fill his stomach, and went straight to the post house.

As expected, the battle at Dali Temple was of great significance to the third prince of Dahuang, and they had to set off early.

Cui Zhi didn't even look at it with his eyes. He found a secret place and listened to the sounds in the street. He waited until it was quiet in front of the post house before he made any move.

His movements are very skillful, after all, he once spent a whole day and a night lying on the eaves of the post house.

This time it was smoother than last time.

Because not only the Dahuang Mission, but also the people from the three major sects have left, the staff who are usually responsible for various tasks in the post house seem to have finally taken a break from their busy schedule today and started to be lazy.
Cui Zhi easily followed the window and entered the luxurious room where the third prince of Dahuang was supposed to be.As soon as he entered, he wrinkled his nose and looked in the direction of a side room.

He didn't smell the burning smell that made him gag, but he smelled some fresh fragrance.

Cui Zhi walked into it quietly and saw a large black black iron box with no lock on it. He opened it easily, so his eyes were naturally dark.

A strange scent that obviously should not appear in this black iron box came from here.

But it's obviously a Western perfume...
Why is perfume sprinkled in the black iron box?
At this moment, the image of the girls in the twelve portraits being thrown into this box and then being annihilated in the flames suddenly appeared in his mind.

So smelling the fragrant Western perfume made me feel a little nauseous.

Cui Zhi climbed to the window of this wing, stuck his head out and looked up, confirming that his location a few days ago had a subtle connection with this place.

At least something was burning here, and he could smell it from his position up there that day.

Withdrawing his head, Cui Zhi began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets. He speculated that this was at least the scene where the corpses were destroyed and traces were eliminated. As long as he found some clues, he could revive the case.

But no matter how meticulously and slowly he investigated, not even a single hair was found, let alone evidence.

It's as clean as if it had been washed by the heavy rains of the past two days.

The big black iron box that was still open seemed to be mocking him.

Cui Zhi understood why he could sneak in here so easily.

Because there is no need to fortify at all.

Nothing at all.

Cui Zhi desperately reset the big black iron box, then walked out of the room and made his last struggle. He searched every corner he could see, but still found nothing.

When he forced himself to calm down and left the inn, he walked on the streets of Kyoto and looked at the already hot sunshine, but he felt extremely cold.

What do practitioners bring to this world?
Not to mention anything else, at least regarding the investigation of the case.

If the person who committed the crime is a person with advanced cultivation, as long as he acts calmly and does not panic.

Don't tell me any clues
It is true that not a single hair will be left behind.

So, how can Xiao Sizhi of Shuntian Mansion, who relies on evidence, get the evidence?
Could this be another unsolved case left by practitioners?

Cui Zhi was dying, dizzy, and subconsciously returned to the bun shop in front of his house like a zombie.

After sitting down, the boss knew what he wanted to eat on weekdays, because he didn't change the food all year round, so he served it directly to him.

Cui Zhi also knew that he needed to eat, so he picked up the bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

But for some reason, he could smell the fresh fragrance from the big black iron box right in front of his nose.

So he felt nauseated. He didn't even have time to put down the bun, so he stood up quickly, ran to the corner next to him and spit out the bun skin he had swallowed.
Wiping the corners of his eyes, Cui Zhi glanced at the bun he had just bitten off a corner of and saw the meat filling inside. He felt that he was not suitable for eating meat filling today.
While he was in a trance, someone not far away shouted: "Master Xiao Cui, Master Xiao Cui."

Cui Zhi turned around and saw an old woman with gray hair on her temples and a wrinkled face.

She was stooped at the waist, holding a small basket in front of her with both hands, containing about two kilograms of eggs.

"Wu family."

When the old woman heard this, wrinkles formed on her face immediately: "Master Xiao Cui, do you still remember me?"

Of course Cui Zhi remembered that the old woman Wu in front of him was the mother of Wu Xiaolan, the first victim in the case he was currently handling.

There was no man in her family in her early years, and the mother and daughter had always been dependent on each other. Later,
"of course I remember."

The old woman Wu immediately shook her head: "Mr. Xiao Cui, I know you have been very tired of investigating cases recently."

She lifted up the small basket containing two kilograms of eggs in her hand.

Cui Zhi has the nerve to take her eggs?He quickly declined.

Mrs. Wu handed the handle of the small basket to his chest: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xiao Cui, I have caused you trouble recently and caused you to worry."

Cui Zhi had no face to answer and said bluntly: "I should say sorry, I didn't find out, I can't find out."

When the old woman Wu heard this, she quickly pressed his mouth with one hand, and then placed the small basket on the ground with her other hand.

Cui Zhi was speechless when he saw the old woman Wu showed a smile that was not as beautiful as crying. She nodded and said nothing. When she turned her head, there seemed to be mist in her eyes, and then she walked quickly into the distance, as if she was walking. If you slow down, you will hear some news that she can't accept.

Cui Zhi didn't chase her, and just watched her figure becoming more and more stooped and dwarfed as she disappeared from sight in the morning light.

He understood why Mrs. Wu ran away directly, because she was afraid that he would say that there was nothing she could do, that she could not continue the investigation, and that if she stopped investigating, then she would really have no hope and no hope.

Taking a deep breath, Cui Zhi stretched out his hand and gave himself a hard mouth.

"Crack!" A crisp sound.

The right side of his face swelled up rapidly, turning into a big bun in an instant, and his eyes were almost closed.

Then he put the bun with an opening in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it whole.

Finally, Cui Zhi's head got hot, so he picked up the two kilograms of eggs, took big steps, and rushed towards Shuntian Mansion.

The road from here to Shuntian Mansion is not far, and it doesn't take much time on weekdays.

But today is an unusual day.

The third prince of Dangbei Palace and the third prince of Dahuang are going to battle it out in the ring, so the streets in Shuntian Palace of Dali Temple are particularly crowded now.

Cui Zhi walked into Shuntian Mansion amidst the noise and crowds of people, guarding the two kilograms of eggs.

Then he looked at the majestic buildings of Shuntian Mansion, then turned around and heard the boiling sound outside the courtyard. Suddenly, he didn't know what he was doing here or what he was saying when his head was so hot.

Because no matter what you do or say, nothing seems to change.

Therefore, he looked left and right aimlessly, and found that there were many colleagues on the wall of the Shuntian Mansion that the common people did not dare to go to, seemingly watching the fun.

He didn't know what he was going to do next, so he climbed up.

I found that the view was so wide, it was a rare golden seat to watch the game.

So Cui Zhi squinted his eyes and looked at the people on the left and right who were fighting today against the hot sunlight.

His eyes were fixed on the burly Third Prince of Dahuang for a while, and then turned to the Third Prince of Dangbei Palace, who was wearing a fancy dress today.

Finally, the right side of Cui Zhi's face was swollen like a steamed bun. He thought for a while and looked at the small basket in his arms.

It was decided that if the third prince wins, these two pounds of eggs will be given to him.

　It will go on the shelves tomorrow, and I will talk about the changes to the book today in a post-release speech later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)