After the immortal disappeared

Jiao Yu flicked his tail: "The title of Inspector has been empty for a long time."

General Ling was startled: "He represents Lingxu City. In other words, Lingxu City knows that these murderers are killing my people to get pearls?"

Running all the way did not hinder the conversation between these monsters. Jiao Yu shook his head: "The forces in Lingxu City are so complex that they cannot be summed up in a simple word."

He Lingchuan continued: "There is a paradox here. Zhongsun Mou said that the Demon Emperor...er, the Emperor thought that the murder of the White-shouldered Eagle Messenger was the work of a spy, so he sent him down to investigate, but Zhongsun Mou knew how to kill demons. The matter of getting pearls.”

He Lingchuan sighed: "The water is very deep, I'm afraid this matter is not simple."

He smelled conspiracy.

Jiao Yu couldn't help but said: "If Zhongsun Mou knew that he missed one sentence and you analyzed so many things, he would regret it until his intestines turn green."

He Lingchuan smiled: "I don't think he knows how to regret."

"What bothers me the most is that these things have something to do with Lingxu City." Jiao Yu looked a little irritable, "It never ends well."

…

The news that the special envoy of the Prince of Chiyan Kingdom left Shuanglu Town overnight was quickly reported to Zhongsun Mou.

Zhongsun Mou was stunned: "What, where do you think they are going?"

"Going east."

What's to the east? They came from the east, are they going to go back to the old way now?

And it lasted all night.

What important clues can the person named He receive?

But the clues in Zhongsun Mou's hands all point to the north.

He thought for a moment and then said: "Send someone to follow us and take a look."

As for himself, he stayed put and prepared to leave for Qizhou the next morning.

…

The return trip was not as urgent as when we arrived, and we had to slow down when walking at night, so it took He Lingchuan an extra hour to arrive at Youtian Town.

It was already late at night, and there was no one in the town, not even the dogs barking.

There were so many messy things happening in the town, and Magistrate Baishi spent a lot of effort to deal with them during the day. He felt that the blood tank was being emptied, and he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow at night, snoring like thunder.

Fortunately, he continued his dream last night. After the tail-burning banquet, he followed the standard process of getting promoted, getting rich, and dying of his wife.

After the yellow-faced woman died of illness, Xuxian was as beautiful as a flower and as soft as a bone. She sang with him night after night, night after night, night after night...

He was enjoying the spring breeze here, and suddenly his shoulders were shaken hard: "Wake up, wake up quickly!"

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his yellow-faced woman's cold eyebrows: "What are you dreaming about, smiling so lewdly?"

"Nothing..." No, he was woken up! The county magistrate became emboldened and said, "Why are you disturbing me in the middle of the night?"

"Your county government came to report that the prince's special envoy has come again and that prisoners are being interrogated in the prison."

"ah?"

At this time, He Lingchuan, relying on his status as a special envoy, was already in prison to retrial Wan Dahu.

At this time, Wan Dahu was disgraced and distressed. How could he have the energy in the morning? He Lingchuan saw that the fingers on both hands were bruised and swollen, obviously he had been tortured and suffered. This person is also used to being pampered. After this day of suffering, he has become better-behaved and basically answers all questions.

He Lingchuan asked for the confession book to read.

Although he and Jiao Yu and others left the town in a hurry, the county government still had its own set of procedures to go through, so Wan Dahu was arrested and interrogated.

There is a new message on the offering sheet:

The address of Wan Dahu’s nephew Wan Song.

This guy didn't do well in his early years. Although Wan Dahu found something for him to do, it was just to earn a living. However, he bought a house in the town the year before last. Although it was not a luxury house, it was at least a comfortable place to live in.

In addition, Wan Song also purchased several acres of paddy fields, truly becoming a landlord and realizing class migration.

"Sure enough, money can be made quickly through crooked methods." He Lingchuan said as he watched, "How much money has he made in the past few years by hunting monsters and obtaining pearls?"

"I, I don't know very well." Wan Dahu whispered, "He will never tell me."

At this time, the Baishi County Magistrate also rushed over and said to He Lingchuan: "Special envoy, we have sent people to Wan Song's house to keep an eye on him. In addition, the county has unified its stance to the outside world and only said that Wan Xian's tax evasion was serious, so we came to investigate to avoid The news leaked."

"Yes, that's good." He Lingchuan asked Wan Dahu again, "He didn't marry a wife and have children?"

"Uh, no."

"Does that mean you have a good relationship?" When a man has money, how many things can he care about?

"Yes, yes, I know he often goes to Lancuifang, and his close acquaintance is called Qing Gu."

He Lingchuan looked at the confession and found that there was no record on it.

"When does Wan Song usually come home?"

"He comes back whenever he wants. There is no pattern. Sometimes he disappears for several months and then suddenly appears." Wan Dahu said weakly, "Sir, that's all I know."

"Since Wan Song usually hangs out, it's not easy to take care of these properties." He Lingchuan looked at him and said, "Have I entrusted everything to you?"

"……Yes."

"Then why didn't I see the list?"

Wan Dahu said I would write it right away.

But his hands were swollen like carrots and he couldn't hold the pen firmly. Magistrate Baishi immediately took the pen and paper and dipped his hands in ink: "I'll do it!"

Next, it was said by Wanda Hukou and handwritten by the Baishi County Magistrate.

Wansong's property is not many, including a house, seven acres of paddy fields, five acres of medicinal fields, two shops, and a warehouse close to the medicinal fields, so the price is very cheap.

"Warehouse?" He Lingchuan pointed at this item and asked, "He is not a merchant. What can he store in a warehouse?"

"Herbs harvested from the fields." Wan Dahu swallowed, "He also asked me to help purchase herbs on a regular basis and store them in the warehouse. Every once in a while, he would come back to resell the herbs and empty the warehouse. "

The magistrate of Baishi County was angry: "Why didn't you talk about such an important thing before?" When he was reviewing the case, why didn't the man named Wan talk about this?

"This, these are all trivial matters." Wan Dahu muttered, "I thought they were not worth mentioning."

He Lingchuan stared at him and said, "Your nephew is only good at killing people, but he knows nothing about business. Don't you think it's strange that he resells herbal medicines by himself?"

After meeting Hong Chenglue, he realized that there were people in the world who really couldn't do business. They lost nine times out of ten and even pawned their underwear the last time.

"I, I..." Of course Wan Dahu knew that his nephew would make excuses at will, but he just didn't care.

"Remember our agreement?" He Lingchuan yawned. He was still a little sleepy after running around for more than ten hours. "If you are not honest, the agreement will be invalidated!"

"I don't know where he sold the herbs, and I've never seen the seller!" Wan Dahu said quickly, "But every time the warehouse is empty, it's true!"

"What kind of herbs does he take?"

Wan Dahu read out a list of medicine names.

They are all common medicinal materials, and it is really easy to collect them in Zhitian Township.

Seeing that Wan Dahu had been squeezed to the point of being exploited, and there was not much good left, He Lingchuan stood up and said with satisfaction: "Not bad, very rewarding."

Then he gave a few words to the Shiraishi County Magistrate, and then checked into the inn with the monsters who were watching the whole process.

I still need to sleep, investigating the case is very energy-consuming.

…

An hour and a half later, at dawn, He Lingchuan woke up.

He woke up the sleeping old sheep downstairs, and everyone went to unlock a new location:

Wansong's house.

This guy had a good eye for choosing a location. He chose a lakeside place in the west of the town to get some peace and quiet amidst the bustle. The area of ​​the house is actually larger than Mr. Mai's, at least seven or eight hundred square meters. Almost every house has sunlight, and the windows are bright and clean.

Before entering, He Lingchuan saw a white-faced owl on the big tree next to the house. The owl stood steady on one leg and looked at them expressionlessly.

Magistrate Baishi said that there was a special person keeping an eye on Wan Zhai, and there was no chance of being discovered.

In fact, it's not a human being, but this owl demon.

But obviously Wan Song never came home, at least the owl didn't see it, otherwise it would fly to the county to call the police.

He Lingchuan and Jiao Yu walked around the house several times, but found no useful clues.

They could tell that Wan Song didn't live here often, because there were only a few sets of clothes in the cabinets, and there were only two or three dirty dishes left unwashed in the kitchen.

He Lingchuan suddenly said: "This guy is far less meticulous than Mr. Mai."

In Mr. Mai's house, everything is placed in the right place and meticulously; but in Wan Song's house, the placement of objects is much more casual. There is a storybook thrown in the kitchen, and a few pieces of dried grapefruit peels fell in the yard.

Jiao Yu went to the backyard, where the tiger's nose was on the ground, sniffing around and sneezing from time to time.

"Does it taste good?"

"Yeah." Jiao Yu was still spinning around, "The smell of that monster is everywhere! It has stayed here for a long enough time."

Wansong's backyard is also a piece of dirt, but instead of being planted with plants like Mr. Mai, it is directly abandoned and full of debris.

He Lingchuan picked up a bit of soil and rubbed it on his hands: "It's so damp that you can almost squeeze out water. It seems we have found its nest."

The moisture was so heavy that he could smell it.

"There is a lake outside." General Ling stretched out his hooves and dug in the mud a few times, "What should we find?"

He Lingchuan's eyes wandered in the mud, and he saw something that General Ling dug out of the mud. He suddenly walked over, picked it up, and spread it in the palm of his hand to look at it carefully.

This is a short flower spike with several small purple flowers growing on it.

He asked General Ling: "Do you know what this is?"

General Ling came over and sniffed it, then moved his mouth a few times: "Oh, this is Prunella vulgaris. I've eaten it before."

He is a sheep.

He Lingchuan said: "Mr. Mai has prunella vulgaris planted in his backyard."

"This kind of grass is so common in Zhitian Township. It can be found in the fields. I have seen farmers cut it to feed pigs and rabbits. It doesn't even need to be planted specifically." General Ling said, "Maybe Mr. Mai didn't plant it and it grew on its own. from."

"Have you ever seen the prunella vulgaris growing in this mud?"

All the weeds in this field fell down, as if they were pressed down by heavy objects. But General Ling looked around and saw that the roots of the prunella vulgaris were exposed and had not fallen to the ground.

Like someone spilled it on the ground.

General Ling didn't understand: "What's so important about this Prunella vulgaris?"

Aren’t they just herbs that can be seen everywhere?

"Prunella vulgaris, Prunella vulgaris..." He Lingchuan vaguely remembered that he seemed to have heard of this herb from someone.