Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

The situation in the Qin Mansion changed suddenly, and at the station thirty miles away, Yan Shu was so focused on investigating the case that he had no idea what happened in the Qin Mansion.

Yan Shu left Qin Mansion lightly in the early morning, and after arriving at the inn, he first explored the neighborhood.

The station is surrounded by an uninhabited bamboo forest. In the early winter, the bamboo leaves on the treetops are slightly yellow, and from a distance, it is quiet and peaceful.

Yan Shu strolled around the bamboo forest and saw nothing unusual, so at noon, he went to the inn.

The inn is not simple but not luxurious either. There are dozens of bamboo houses in a large courtyard, and horses for passing officers and officials are tied in the courtyard.

There were two servants in the inn, one old and one young, father and son.

Seeing Yan Shu coming with the horse, the old guard greeted him. Yan Shu took out his waist badge and handed it to the old guard. The old guard was stunned for a moment, then bowed and saluted with fear and sincerity: "Sir, sir."

Yan Shu put away his waist card and asked, "Excuse me, did Mr. Xu, the Minister of Military Affairs, fall here two months ago?"

"There are some." The old guard replied respectfully, "There are more than 30 Jinyiwei adults in the company. The villain remembers it very clearly, but these adults came and went in a hurry, and they didn't stay overnight."

"Where did Master Xu rest at that time?" Yan Shu asked, "Please take me to have a look."

"Okay, the adults will come with the children." The old guard led Yan Shu to the front of a guest room and reached out to open the door.

Yan Shu walked into the house, searched and inspected, and found nothing unusual. He turned to ask the old guard: "May I ask what happened when Mr. Xu settled here, please tell me in detail."

The old guard frowned, and said while thinking: "I remember that at that time, Master Xu and his party arrived at the post station early in the morning. They were still guarding several large wooden carts, and they didn't know what was in them, because the carts It was too big, so it could only be put in the courtyard and watched by more than a dozen adults Jin Yiwei. After Mr Xu arrived at the inn, he had been resting in the house, and the lunch was delivered by the villain..."

Yan Shu interrupted the old guard: "When the meal was delivered, did Mr. Xu behave abnormally?"

The old guard thought about it and shook his head: "No, but Master Xu looks very tired."

"You go on."

"In the afternoon, Shuofang Jiedu, Master Qin, heard the news that Master Xu was staying here, and came over to meet Master Xu. The two talked in the room for about half an hour. At dusk, Master Xu knew about twenty miles away. After there was another inn, I left with a group of people."

After listening to the old guard's words, Yan Shu frowned and thought.

After a while, Yan Shu raised his head and asked the old guard, "Why did Mr. Xu leave after hearing that there was a post station twenty miles away? Is there something in that post station, don't you have it?"

The old guard suddenly remembered something and said, "Ah, after you reminded me, sir, I remember it, yes, that's right, I can't send a letter to the imperial court without the official post!"

"Send a letter?" Yan Shu looked at the old guard, "Does Master Xu have something to report to the court?"

The old guard nodded: "Yes."

Yan Shu was silent.

Master Xu finally settled at this inn, and it was all the news that was discovered, and there was no news from the group after that.

The court did not receive a letter from Master Xu at all.

This matter is getting more and more confusing.

"Excuse me, old man, where is the other station?" Yan Shu asked.

The old guard replied: "Go back to your lord, go straight east along the official road and you will see it."

Yan Shu said goodbye, and hurried to the next station.

When Yan Shu found another inn, it was already a time when the moon and stars were scarce, and there was only one young officer at the inn. After knowing that Yan Shu was here to inquire about what happened two months ago, the officer showed an embarrassed look.

"My lord, the youngest was just transferred over a week ago, so I don't know about it." The young officer was obedient, for fear of angering Yan Shu.

Yan Shu asked, "Where is the post envoy who used to work here now?"

"I went to visit relatives, but don't worry, sir, he will be back tomorrow morning!"

At this point, Yan Shu could only choose to wait. As it was getting late, he stayed at this inn for one night.

The next day, Yan Shu met the post envoy who had previously served here. After knowing Yan Shu's identity, the errand did not dare to neglect, and carefully recalled the situation when Master Xu settled here.

"Yes, Master Xu wrote a letter and sent it to the capital."

Yan Shu hurriedly asked, "Do you know what is in the letter?"

The officer smiled and said, "Sir, how can you know this little one."

Yan Shu frowned slightly and asked again, "This letter has indeed been sent, right?"

"It must have been sent out!" The officer's eyes widened and he said quickly, for fear that Yan Shu would think that he was doing something bad.

Then why did this letter disappear together with Master Xu?

Seeing Yan Shu's thoughtful expression, the officer suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, my lord, I remember one thing."

"Um?"

"When I delivered food to Master Xu, I heard several Master Jin Yiwei talking to him, saying that many of them were suffering from strange diseases."

"Strange disease?" Yan Shu asked, "What kind of strange disease?"

The officer shook his head: "I don't know, but I saw that some of those adults were indeed pale, and they always covered their lips and coughed. I wonder if Lord Xu planned to report the matter to the court."

Yan Shu paused, remembering what Qin Jueming had said before, that some of the Jinyiwei who accompanied him were mentally decadent, like walking dead.

I don't know how many of the thirty-three Jin Yiwei are sick. If many people are sick, it is really impossible to transport silver taels, and they should be reported to the court.

Things seemed to have fallen into a state of no clue, Yan Shu was thinking about whether to trace the whereabouts of the letter, and suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves outside the inn.

Then one person walked into the inn, and he looked around, as if looking for someone.

Yan Shu was stunned when he saw the person: "Uncle Zhao?"

Uncle Zhao called out a few times, "Ah, ah, ah," and handed Yan Shu a letter.

Yan Shu opened it and saw that it was written by Qin Jueming himself.

After reading the letter, Yan Shu's expression suddenly changed, and he hurried out: "Uncle Zhao, let's go back."

At this time, the courtyard of the Qin Mansion, with deep courtyards and moss invading steps, seemed calm as usual, but deep in the hall and cabinet, there was a dark room with three walls and no light.

The dark room is filled with a disgusting stench of blood, telling of the years of experience here.

Li Changtian was kneeling in the middle of the dark room, his hands bound with iron chains, the other ends of the chains were embedded in the stone walls on both sides, and his hands were hung up.

The candle in the dark room flickered slightly, and Li Changtian coughed violently, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, bruises on the corners of his eyes, and shocking welts all under his tattered clothes.

On the other side of the dark room, the cowardly-looking cook stood expressionlessly in front of a wall full of terrifying torture tools, thinking about what torture tools should be replaced in order to pry Li Changtian's mouth open.