In the bland mansion on the west side of Shangyang City, Feng Wei, the envoy of the Zhengsanpin brocade clothes dressed in a flying fish suit, was sitting in front of an extremely long black pear blossom wooden table, with two hands erected on the table, an expressionless face pressed into a fist, and those eyes glanced at the few people sitting in front of the table with a very penetrating gaze. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info to see the fastest chapter on (township/\village/\small/\say/\net)

After retracting his gaze, Feng Weizheng raised his face slightly on his fist, and said in a slightly low tone: "It's been a few days since the case of the Xu family in the northwest was destroyed, why haven't I heard from you until now?" ”

The few people at the table were silent as if they had agreed, quietly looking at the black pear wood tabletop in front of them.

Without an answer, Feng Weizheng still had the same expressionless face, looked at the person sitting on it and said, "Suzaku, let's talk about it." ”

The other people sitting at the table didn't know why this extremely ordinary self-brand file in their eyes made Feng Weizheng so concerned, so they naturally didn't know that such a self-brand volume would involve the number A file fifteen years ago behind it.

I don't know, I don't know, but they already know very well in their hearts that Feng Weizheng is unprecedentedly interested in this, so they have no reason not to pay attention, it's just that many times the heavens don't fulfill people's wishes.

The man who was named Suzaku by Feng Weizheng raised his head slightly, looked at Feng Weizheng, who was waiting for him to answer, and said: "The murderer of the Xu family in the northwest has been determined, it is ......."

Suzaku didn't finish his sentence before he was interrupted by Feng Weizheng with some anger.

"I also know that the murderer has been identified, so what about the murderer at this time? What about people? Tell me where? ”

Suzaku lowered his head that had been slightly raised just now, and even his voice was not as loud as before.

"Investigations are ongoing."

Feng Weizheng nodded, and then said something that seemed to be the wrong donkey's head at this time, "I think Jinyiwei's ability has decreased a lot recently.

When the words fell, the faces of the other people at the table were not very good-looking for a while, and they knew Feng Weizheng's temperament in their hearts for so many years. There is no need to go far, just this spring, Feng Weizheng said that a five-grade Jinyi Wei Qianhu's ability was not as good as before, and then they never saw this Qianhu again.

Now that Feng Weizheng said that Jinyiwei's ability has declined, is he going to die again?

Their minds are chaotic, because if they really want to die, they are all possible here, and a person who knows that he is likely to die can calm his mind can go, which is even more chaotic than directly telling a person that you are going to die.

No normal person in the world wants to die, and certainly not a few people sitting here.

That's why someone spoke.

"There were several brocade guards who tracked down the whereabouts of the murderer in this case, but then these brocade guards were never heard from."

Feng Weizheng's gloomy face was slightly clear, and he said, "Although there is no result, there is no doubt that this is very good news. ”

Saying that, Feng Weizheng looked at the man who spoke before, "Xuanwu, where is the last thing you know about the whereabouts of those Jinyi guards?" ”

The man codenamed Xuanwu replied: "It's near Baihu Mountain in Bingzhou. ”

Feng Weizheng thought for a moment and then continued to speak: "White Tiger Mountain, it is quite close to He'an City, where the Xu family perished. But you've done what you have to do. ”

Xuanwu naturally knew what Feng Weizheng said he should do. Immediately nodded, "Several routes have been drawn up in the White Tiger Mountain, and all the Jinyi guards who can be dispatched have been dispatched to each route, searching for clues with all their might. ”

Feng Weizheng slowly lifted his face from the hand that was clenched into a fist, and his face, which had just cleared slightly, quickly returned to expressionlessness, and his tone became flat.

"Well done, but it's best not to let me down, and don't keep me waiting too long. Because I'm bad-tempered, you know.

Everyone at the table didn't speak, but they all nodded to show that they knew Feng Weizheng's thoughts.

"Inform me again, report back immediately if you find the person's whereabouts, don't startle the snake, let them all remember it."

Some people have a bad temper and will lash out.

Some people have a bad temper and will scold them.

And some people have a bad temper and will kill people.

Feng Weizheng obviously only belongs to the last.

When the people in front of the table were all gone, only Feng Weizheng was left to sit there alone, his expressionless face became cold, and his fingers were clasped on the black pear blossom wooden table, one by one, very rhythmic.

The sound of fingers tapping on the table top seemed extremely empty in the slightly larger room.

After a long time, he muttered from the corner of Feng Weizheng's mouth.

"It's time to finish."

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I don't know why when the slightly white-haired old man talked about historiography again, Chen Liang didn't listen to the excitement unique to the history of the dead country, on the contrary, like many disciples, he felt that the old man's speech was boring and tasteless, and listening to it was like chewing wax in his mouth.

After listening to this class, Chen Liang left the classroom early, the sun was above outside, and Chen Liang, who had listened for a while, felt a little hungry in his stomach, so he came to the outer disciple canteen.

After finishing the meal and picking a seat, Chen Liang sat there and ate, thinking that he would go to Zhufeng to practice the speed technique without cicada fingers later.

Because he made the mistake of being in a hurry before, he still found it now, so Chen Liang will no longer look at the masters.

Sometimes some things really don't happen overnight, they need to be built up slowly.

When Chen Liang put the ball of rice caught in the chopsticks into his mouth, he suddenly found a figure next to the seat from the perspective at the end of his eye.

Chen Liang put down his chopsticks and turned his head to look to the side.

He saw the face, and then remembered the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

It's that guy.

The middle-aged man looked at Chen Liang with a harmless look on his face, turned his head, grinned at the corners of his mouth, and then reacted quickly and spit out a mouthful of saliva into Chen Liang's plate.

didn't wait for Chen Liang to react, he still slipped away with a harmless face.

When Chen Liang reacted from his momentary distraction, the anger rising in his heart wanted to kill.

Naturally, this plate of rice was not eaten, not only because of the appearance of the young man, but also because the pair of chopsticks had been broken in his hands.

The extra figure before had already flashed away, Chen Liang looked at the entire dining hall, and then saw the figure at the door.

He also deliberately turned around and smiled treacherously at his side.