"This is the current situation." Wu Sheng transferred all the clues known to Chi Yingxue as fast as possible, and listed them one by one, like a huge database.

After listening to it, Chi Yingxue blinked her eyes: "Oh."

Wu Sheng said: "I know the amount of information is a bit large, and you don't have to remember these things. Just keep the body back and keep it away. There must be a reason."

"No need to remember, you still told me..." Chi Yingxue complained.

Wu Sheng was amused and crying: "Then just pretend I didn't say it."

"It's too late." Chi Yingxue took out the four and a half oranges left in the fruit plate one by one, muttering-

The first orange: "Old Master Cheng will not die if he falls, and the other poisons will return to the west."

The second orange: "Cheng Jiming kidnapped and tore up the votes, Fushou will not recognize it."

The third orange: "Du Jinnian comes to drink tea and evaporates the world."

The fourth orange: "Cheng Xiaonan was poisoned and bedridden by drinking."

The last half of the orange was broken into three petals: "Now the Haibang and Fushouhui are both reluctant to leave. You are ready to hurry up and find the badge and search the Cheng family compound."

Four oranges and three petals are arranged in a row in size, making Chi Yingxue exquisite and neat.

"I remember everything, I can't erase it." He looked serious and depressed, as if the unlucky user who could not be deleted occupied memory.

Wu Sheng didn't know whether he should be surprised or surprised: "When did you awaken this skill?"

Chi Yingxue raised her eyebrows half-believingly: "This is a skill?"

"Of course," said Wu Sheng, "Although I am smart, smart, and alert, and have a comprehensive development, most of the time, I still have to rely on 'intelligence' to decide the outcome."

Chi Yingxue thought for a while: "Where is the face?"

"..." For a long time after sending off his teammates, Wu Junshi didn't figure out whether this sentence "what is the face" simply asking "Don't you rely on your appearance?" or with the deep meaning of "Can you want some face?"

...

The Cheng family arranged a villa for the Fushou Association to have four rooms, including one room for Master Ying Jiu and Master Xiao Wu, and the remaining two rooms are distributed to other brothers.

As soon as Chi Yingxue entered the house, she felt something was wrong, and there was someone in the house.

The room without lights was pitch black. The moonlight passing through the light mist came through the window frame, leaving only a faint frost. Master Ying Jiu sat behind the frost and couldn't see his face clearly.

"I don't know you still know Mr. Bai."

"He is my...friend." Chi Yingxue didn't think this was something extraordinary, but when she said the last two words, she still unconsciously curled the corners of her mouth, so proud, so proud.

"What kind of friend?" Ying Jiuye's voice was calm, calm, but unfathomable, like a bottomless river, with the river flowing gently and undercurrents below it.

Unfortunately, Chi Yingxue didn't hear it at all. He was tinkering with the oil lamp: "We're going through the barrier together."

"What barrier?" Master Ying Jiu frowned in the darkness.

"You don't understand even if you say it." Chi Yingxue ended the topic one-sidedly, then picked up the exquisite oil lamp and shook it at Master Ying Jiu: "Do you know how to activate it?"

Master Ying Jiu lit the oil lamp for his men. When the room lighted up, his face was completely dark and he didn't want to admit what he had done just now.

Chi Yingxue was also obsessed with helping Cheng’s family plan: “The wires in the small building should be pulled over, so it’s so convenient to use all electricity…”

Master Ying Jiu didn't want to stay for a second, so he got up to smooth out the wrinkles on his long gown, and walked out the door.

Seeing that someone was about to withdraw, Chi Yingxue quickly put down the oil lamp and asked Ying Jiu's back: "Is the ransom not enough for the Cheng family? Why do you still have to kill Cheng Jiming?"

Master Ying Jiu stopped, remained silent for a moment, turned around, and his eyes were filled with unconcealed rebelliousness and murderous aura for the first time: "Boy, no one dared to talk to me like this."

Chi Yingxue looked at him with a little worried, not very satisfied with this response - was he killed or not?

Master Ying Jiu saw that this little brother was traveling around again, and he was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Killing someone with one shot is nothing to Ying Jiu, but he can have a premonition that even if the other party is broken, the depression in his heart will not be relieved.

Moreover, he didn't want to do this.

"Do you know why you are following me?" Master Ying Jiu rarely talks to people, but tonight, it's an exception.

Chi Yingxue: "I'm good at it?"

Master Ying Jiu glanced at him contemptuously: "You look down on yourself too much."

Chi Yingxue frowned: "Then why?"

Master Ying Jiu looked at him quietly, and looked at the past years as if through him: "Because you are very similar to me when I was young."

"Impossible," Chi Yingxue didn't think about it, "You are not as good-looking as me."

“…”

When Master Ying Jiu left Xiao Wu's room, he felt that he had not started killing tonight, so he must be a ghost - the kind of ghost who is a hundred tyrants.

...

Wu Sheng used invisible stationery to search the entire Cheng family mansion, and even the small Western building was spared.

Finally, under the "stove" prompted by the badge manual, he found the [badge of troubled times], and in three other places, he found the following clues-

1. Cheng Jiming's study room was still the same. In the book on the bottom of the bookshelf, there was a note different from his handwriting. It was suspected that someone else wrote it to him. It was an ancient poem "It looks like this star is not last night, but who is standing in the middle of the night?" The signature has no name, only a half-arc, and a crescent-like red mark.

2. When Mr. Cheng was in his residence, he found a letter. The signature was that Mr. Bai was written by Wu Shenghun. The content was that Mr. Cheng asked him to investigate the matter, and he needed to meet and discuss in detail.

3. In the western-style building, in Cheng Xiaonan's study, Wu Sheng found a cylindrical seal on the carpet under the bookshelf, which should have fallen to the ground and rolled in. Above the seal was a very exquisite little lion, but the body of the lion was dyed a little black, like blood. The seal was engraved with "Yu Sheng" - Du Jinnian, whose name is Yu Sheng.

Badges are not difficult to find, but clues are terrifying to think about.

Wu Sheng put all the notes, badges and letters into his arms, sneaked out of Cheng Xiaonan's room who was searching for the last time, and was preparing to go back to Bai Mansion at night. The old man Cheng entrusted Mr. Bai to investigate, which is likely that Cheng Jiming was kidnapped, and there may be more clues in Bai Mansion.

As soon as he left the study, he smelled a strange smell, which came from Cheng Xiaonan's bedroom.

In front of the bedroom, Fushouhui and the brothers of the Hai Gang stared at each other like an eagle, and they couldn't even fly in. However, two of them seemed to be disturbed by the smell, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, I'm almost addicted to it."

Wu Sheng quietly returned to the study, set out from the balcony outside the window, and headed towards the bedroom. One balcony and one balcony jumped, and finally landed into the bedroom balcony like a checker.

The floor curtain was not blocked tightly, leaving a narrow gap, leaking out the light.

Looking through the gap, the room was brightly lit and visible - a maid was sitting by the bed, holding an opium bounce and handing it to Cheng Xiaonan's mouth. Her movements were very skillful, and it was obviously not the first time she was serving her. A drip in the smoke was hanging, and the old man of the Cheng family, who was bedridden, struggled to turn his head, sucking in a bite and satisfying manner.

Poisoning does not delay smoking smoke. Wu Sheng suddenly felt that the murderer poisoned him in such a way - a person like Cheng Xiaonan could kill him. If he really had a grudge, just wait.

When he returned to Baigong Mansion, Wu Sheng glanced at the clock and suddenly realized that five hours had passed since his soul penetrated!

All night he spent dealing with all the people and searching for clues from all sides, but he didn't feel that time had passed so much! He originally thought that after searching the Bai Mansion, he would think about the issue of the archives.

However, it seems that the time flow rate here does not correspond to reality 1:1. This situation has occurred in the castle on June 23 and the hell in the brain on September 23. It is often the time in the owl that has been more than five hours, but the real time has not.

If you slow down, you will be at ease.

Wu Sheng no longer thought about this, and plunged into Mr. Bai's study room full of information and began a huge search and search work.

I found nothing until dawn.

In the entire ocean of information, there are all kinds of cases of murder, robbery, adultery, cattle stolen, and dogs running away, but there is no one related to the Cheng family, even if there is only a few words.

This is very strange.

Even if Mr. Cheng entrusted him with not the kidnapping case of Cheng Jiming, but other things, there should be records. There is only one possibility that the record will be taken away or destroyed.

It may have been destroyed by Mr. Bai himself, or it may have been destroyed by someone who does not want him to continue investigating.

Because Wu Sheng found a note sandwiched in an inconspicuous poem written by Mr. Bai.

The handwriting on it is flying and phoenix, without any pen style, so casual that even the real mother can recognize it.

Fortunately, the words are big enough and the number of words is small enough, so I can barely distinguish them - those who are troublesome will die.

This note has its signature - the plum blossoms in the half-falling pond are also incomplete.

Half-falling plum blossoms...

Wu Sheng looked at the signature and slowly spelled out a word: "...Sea."

...

All clues are connected because of this word that surfaced.

The mystery that had been plagued by the lives of two people has gradually dissipated, revealing a clear vein, but—

Wu Sheng took out the seal found in Cheng Xiaonan's study, suspected of blood-stained, and his eyebrows were locked.

Where is Du Jinnian?

We returned to the Cheng family without stopping. It was already bright and the ritual venue had been set up in the Cheng family courtyard. The monks were taking their seats one after another, and the servants were busy shuttled through.

The incident of Mr. Cheng's corpse was spread throughout the Cheng family's courtyard overnight. On the way back, Wu Sheng even heard neighbors discussing this matter. Outsiders said this matter was just to watch the fun, but the people in the Cheng family's mansion were really worried. No matter whether they were a servant or a maid or strong or weak, everyone had a fear in their eyes. They were as far away from the mourning hall as possible - the old man was still lying in the mourning hall, and they would be buried in the coffin later.

Wu Sheng looked at the atmosphere and had a vague plan in his mind.

He didn't know where Du Jinnian was, but he had to investigate the case all the way to now, at least he had to shake out the truth - to Cheng Jiming, who died in vain, a statement.

"Mr. Bai, I have found you-" With a loud voice, my teammates walked over generously.

Wu Sheng stood up very well, watching Qian Ai, who was wearing a coarse cloth jacket, get closer and closer: "Why, your uncle is looking for me?"

Qian Ai had arrived and murmured in a low voice: "I'll look for you."

The noise in the courtyard covered the conversation between the two. From others, it was like a servant talking to Mr. Bai. In fact, Lao Qian was transmitting the results of his military advisor's overnight gossip - the history of the second master of the Cheng family's remarriage.
To be continued...