Chapter 226: Strange Creatures in the Forest -
“The meaning of the red-eye warning is to let me know the current situation and retreat when faced with difficulties, otherwise I will attack you and make my eyes red with regret.”
Song Weichen suddenly realized.
“So that’s what the red-eye warning means!”
“But you are the dignified Si Chen, and you are still the number one fighter in the world of sleep. Who dares to issue a red-eye warning to you? You are so bold. ! ”
Mo Tingfeng did not answer.
Of course he knows how vulnerable he is now,
His weaknesses have long been exposed.
“I found three things at the scene. I don’t rule out that there are clues in them. Of course, they may also be smoke bombs left intentionally by the other party. You can sort it out and come to my study to discuss the matter. I’ll discuss it later. Will come too.”
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"Cute" hadn't arrived yet, but Uncle Fei arrived first.
As soon as Mo Tingfeng entered the study, Uncle Fei walked in the door and bowed to Mo Tingfeng - he had an emergency at home a few days ago and asked for leave, and missed Mo Tingfeng and the others from the ghost market. It was time to return home. After hurriedly taking care of the family affairs, I came to greet Si Chen as soon as I got back.
Since Mo Tingfeng led the team to the ghost market, the two of them had not seen each other for more than a month. Uncle Fei could not hide his excitement and felt that he had endless words to say.
"My lord, although my subordinates are very honest and old, they still have some energy left to serve you in the Sichen Mansion. This time I volunteered to fill my position. If my lord has any chance during the period when the two commanders are injured, Any arrangements, just ask!"
Mo Tingfeng patted Uncle Fei on the shoulder. He has been a family brother for so many years, and everything is understood.
There was one thing that he originally wanted to wait for Ye Wu Jiu to recover from his injury before making arrangements, but then he thought about it and it might not be inappropriate for Uncle Fei.
Although he is a civilian, he has extremely senior qualifications. As a transcriber, he served for three terms in the case-writing department. He can be regarded as a true "veteran of three dynasties". Not only is he familiar with the details of all major cases, he even They are those who have experienced major events in the world and have more experience in dealing with special situations.
"Uncle Fei, do you know about the rampage of soul-eating beasts in Santuchuan thousands of years ago?"
Uncle Fei didn't understand why Mo Tingfeng suddenly asked this question, but he still The situation at that time was briefly described.
He happened to be the one who witnessed it - the strongest spirit beast master in the Fei family since ancient times. Although Uncle Fei has no magic power and cannot inherit the ability of his ancestors to control spirit beasts, he can communicate with animal spirits quite well. He was talented, so Si Chen Ji Baishou asked him to go to Santuchuan together.
"This is not a boast of my subordinates, because I have been in Santuchuan on and off for fifteen years to deal with the aftermath of the Soul-Eating Beast's rampage. Looking at the entire Sichen Mansion, I'm afraid there's no one who knows that place better than me. . ”
“Very good!”
Mo Tingfeng patted Uncle Fei on the shoulder again and told him the story about the sharp decline in Santuchuan’s soul mentioned by Sad Painting Fan. Arrangements were made.
"Manpower can be transferred from Wujiu's side, but we need to wait for him to recover from his injuries."
"If you can trust me, you don't need to trouble Commander Ye. Although my subordinates are in charge of civil affairs Department, but there are many grudge breakers who are proficient in magic. I can choose seven people to join me in the daily patrol of Santuchuan and report back to the Lord regularly."
"Okay, then I'll help Uncle Fei."
Just as he was talking, Meng Mengda and Song Weichen came in together. They were naturally happy to see Uncle Fei, and they couldn't help but express sympathy and condolences to each other.
Mo Tingfeng first took out the three items Pingyang brought back and placed them on the desk in order -
a hairpin broken into two parts, a small piece of fire zither, And that thing wrapped in brocade and furoshiki.
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"This is what I found in the woods of Pingyang last night. Let's take a look together."
Song Weichen felt that the hairpin looked familiar. He leaned over and was about to reach out to grab it when Meng Mengda stopped him and handed her one. Functional linen gloves.
"Honored Sir, you'd better put it on, otherwise the object will be contaminated with your aura energy, and I might see something I shouldn't see again."
Meng Mengda was deeply moved. Remembering the lesson of the "Jade Pendant" last time, although he was afraid of society, he was not stupid. After thinking about it afterwards, Lord Si Chen clearly meant to obstruct him at that time. In this case, it would be better to take the initiative to "draw the ground as a prison".
"Master Si Chen, Uncle Fei, you two should wear it too. I have no interest in the privacy of important people."
As he spoke, Meng Mengda took out two more gloves and offered one to each of them like "touting cigarettes."
Mo Tingfeng was fine, he put on the gloves naturally. Meng Mengda always said the cruelest words with the most cowardly attitude, he was used to it. Uncle Fei was a little embarrassed, after all, he was under his command.
"How can this kid talk?" Uncle Fei couldn't help but remind him.
“No problem.”
“Mengda, you can start.”
Meng Mengda first picked up the hairpin and twirled it in the book, then shook his head and put it down. His innate skill was only triggered on the murder weapon.
"My lord, my subordinates haven't seen any clues about this hairpin. I can be sure that it is not a murder weapon."
Song Weichen suddenly became bolder when she heard that it was not a murder weapon. She had long wanted to take it. He looked up, but he was worried that he would have a psychological impact if he knew the story attached to the "murder weapon", so he didn't take action yet.
Carefully picked up the hairpin and observed it carefully. The part near the end of the hairpin was a little burnt black. After wiping it clean, a faint mark was revealed. Song Weichen recognized it immediately.
“This is ghost market stuff.”
She pointed to the special symbol on the hairpin tail.
“I was, uh, no, I heard Sang Pu say that she was kidnapped to the ghost market and imprisoned in the Thirteenth Cave Dungeon. A girl named Li Qingshui deliberately approached her. At that time, the girl The hairpin used for writing is exactly the same as this one, and the same position has the exclusive mark of the ghost market."
"Could it be the work of the four major owners of the ghost market..."
Mo Tingfeng. Thoughtful.
"Since Mengda cannot provide any more information, if your Excellency agrees, I will take the hairpin to the Evidence Tracing Department for analysis later." Uncle Fei rushed to speak.
"No need. A few days ago, there was an earthquake in the ghost market, and everyone was panicking to escape. Pingyang Forest is close to the ghost market, so it is not surprising that this thing would appear. It is not a murder weapon, so don't worry too much."
"Mengda, you continue."
"Yes."
Crack!
As soon as Meng Mengda picked up the small piece of fire, he swung it away and threw it far away. The sudden move startled Song Weichen. He saw the little fat man holding the other's wrist tightly with one hand, and his round cheeks stopped. He was shaking constantly and looked extremely painful.
"Hiss..."
He couldn't hold back his breath, and with the naked eye, it could be seen that the two fingers he had pinched the hot folds quickly turned black and red, as if they were about to become Fire coals.
“Your hand!”
Song Weichen looked around in a panic, trying to find something that could help him cool his fingers. He caught a glimpse of the sapphire string-patterned bowl holding a bowl of lotus on the window sill. Come over step by step.
"Cute, quick! Put your hand in!"
Meng Mengda was so painful that he couldn't speak, and his face turned pale. Uncle Fei stood sideways to block the sapphire bowl that Song Weichen stretched out.
"Don't be anxious, Your Majesty, he is in 'immediate situation' and will be fine soon. Thank you for your consideration, Old Fei, for Mengda."
Uncle Fei handed Song Weichen's hand The green jade bowl was taken away, and he said a few words of comfort.
It turns out that this is the complete manifestation of Meng Mengda's unique talent skill - at the moment of touching the "killing weapon", he can know what happened "on site" through body sensing, but the disadvantage is also body sensing. It was too real. Even though it was just a flash in the pan, it hurt so much that he wanted to die.
After about two cups of tea, Meng Mengda's fingers returned to normal. He took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the sweat from his forehead before saluting Song Weichen.
"Your Majesty Gu Lian, Mengda Yongji."
He picked up the piece of fire that was on the ground. This time there was no reaction in his hand, and he put it back on the desk. , Meng Mengda told everyone about the scene he perceived.
“This piece of fire is full of murderous intent, because it killed at least forty or fifty people, men, women, old and young. My subordinates boldly guessed that this was the murder weapon of a professional killer.”
"The latest picture I can see is that the person holding this object is using red sandstone to set up a strange Pythagorean-shaped magic circle. A third person appears in the process, and it seems that he wants to attack this professional killer."
"The killer was not reluctant to fight, and decisively lit the fire and left. The place instantly turned into a sea of magma and fire - there was a person underground, who should be the earth-type A-level warlock who was trapped by the adults. This person fled quickly after the fire, and the sneak attacker also He followed and left, looking in the direction of chasing the man in black."
"Sneak attacker?"
Mo Tingfeng raised his starry eyes, "You can see this person clearly. What does he look like?”
“I can’t see clearly. The person is wearing a special mask covering his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, but he looks slim and looks like a woman.”
Meng Mengda stared at his hands. The small half of the fire fold in the middle seemed to be trying to distinguish something, and he shook his head regretfully for a moment.
"Strange... why can't I even see the appearance of that professional killer? It seems that this person has never seen himself since he was born."
"You are right."
Mo Tingfeng nodded appreciatively.
"The side view of the picture you see confirms my inference. The person who rescued the man in black was the bounty hunter 'Huo Zhezi'. He was born blind and deaf. If you look at the situation from his perspective, naturally I can’t see myself.”
“Huo Zhezi?”
Uncle Fei was surprised when he heard this. He was naturally familiar with this name.
"Although this person is only interested in profit, he has always been very clear-headed. He only accepts the grudges of the world and does not touch the disputes of the official family. How come he suddenly dares to provoke our Si Chen Mansion? Ordinarily, he would not dare to eat the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage. !”
“It just shows that it’s not about money, but about wealth and life, so he has to accept this task,” Mo Tingfeng replied.
He looked solemn and lost in thought.
What kind of power can make people like "Huo Zhezi" would rather offend the Sichen Mansion than dare to become an enemy?
Who is that masked woman?
Wearing a special mask, she must have known that there was a blind spot in the forest, so she came prepared.
Why did she attack Huo Zhezi?
Is it to prevent him from letting the man in black go?
The fact that she can compete with Huo Zhezi shows that she has a good fighting ability, at least at a quasi-A level.
Is her target the Man in Black?
Is she friend or foe?
It seems that the closer we get to the scene, the more questions we have and the threads become more complicated, and the truth becomes more and more unclear.
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“My lord, my lord?”
Hearing Meng Mengda calling him, Mo Tingfeng came back to his senses.
“I wonder what is in this brocade baggage. Can I open it?”