Yingying sneered, walked over and re-tied Tianyi's belt, glanced at Tianyi shyly, and stuffed the sachet in his hand into Tianyi's hand.

Tianyi is not a fool, of course he understands Yingying's affection for him, but after all, Tianyi's soul belongs to a man in his thirties, how can he not be vivid to a little girl in the fifth or sixth grade of primary school?

So I had to pick up the sachet and run away, leaving behind the mournful eyes of the warbler.

At this time, Tianyi really looked like a child, shy and slightly shy.

On the martial arts training ground, Tianyi took a deep breath of cold air, the rain was still falling, but for martial arts practitioners, this little rain was nothing.

Tianyi exhaled and opened his voice, he was still confused about the internal strength, and he also complained in his heart about the owner of the original body, so he left a little memory, telling himself how to run this internal force, reading martial arts novels in his last life, this internal strength cultivation will go crazy if he is not careful, and he will be half of his body if he is not successful, and he will be a vegetative child, Tianyi would rather die than be like Wu Lao Er, six with his left hand, seven with his right hand, kick forward with his left foot, and draw a circle with his right foot.

However, it can also be comforted that this body instinct is amazing, and the well-proportioned body is full of the power of the overlord.

In fact, Tianyi didn't understand, Tie Wuxin didn't tell him, the force is from the body, from the inside out, spread all over the body, most of Tianyi's divine power comes from this violent internal force, the internal force is like a boat sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, if you don't suppress it, it's strange if it doesn't rebel.

Tianyi didn't think much about it, the wound in the tiger's mouth had been closed, and his strength had recovered, but this body was still like a bomb, and he didn't know when it would explode.

Speed and strength are Tianyi's biggest reliance, and he remembers a sentence, the world's martial arts, only fast is not broken. This sentence was confirmed by Qin Song and Dong Chun, but Tianyi thought of Yang Tonghe's iron-colored hands that shimmered with metallic light, as well as that momentum, which made him doubt whether his speed could hurt Yang Tonghe

Two claw knives suddenly appeared in Tianyi's hand, and the half-moon-shaped blade was close to the edge of the palm, flashing with cold light.

Tianyi stared at the dozen or so wooden stakes in front of him, like a dozen people, he collapsed, his shoulders began to beat staggeredly, and suddenly he drank softly, Tianyi was like a ghost, five breaths, swept over more than a dozen wooden stakes, and the wooden stakes did not move at all.

Chongyang practiced a weapon, his vision was outstanding, he could see clearly, the clothes swept past the stake, and the strange-shaped dagger in his hand had already cut through the stake, just in the throat of a close person, Chongyang secretly exclaimed, this speed and the power of the blade pierced into the throat of the person, I am afraid that the head will be cut off.

As if to verify Chongyang's idea, Kara made a soft sound, and the tops of more than a dozen wooden stakes fell down in unison.

There are not many things to do in Qianhu today, but Tianyi is worried about the murder case, so he went to Jinyiwei and then to the Criminal Department, mainly to read the materials of this case, and it was already afternoon when he returned to Qianhu in the rain.

The sky is getting more gloomy and the rain is denser, no one thought that an ordinary rainy day would be so long in many people's memories...

Tianyi sat in front of the corridor and looked at the continuous rain in a daze, his thoughts were flying, whether it was Jinyiwei's case file or the criminal department's file, they were all recorded very carefully, and these records basically restored the scene of the crime scene in Tianyi's mind.

As soon as the day fell, Pigallo sent his servants to greet the villagers at the door, and the servants let the guests into the main hall one by one, and many thin tallow candles were lit in the four corners of the main hall, exuding a strong fragrance.

Mokoro was the first to arrive, he was born tall and had a beard that was popular in Persia, and according to the servants who greeted him, this man was not a man of words, but he was generous and tipped a gold coin.

Gully and Parsana were the last to come, Gully had a loud voice, and next to him he heard the sound of talking, like thunder, while Parsana was the opposite, always smiling.

The servants were all standing at the door, and according to several servants, Gully greeted several men and crossed the Mokoro, which was an absolute humiliation, and if it was in Persia, it would be a duel.

However, Mokoro talked and laughed, and did not think that it was a pestle, most of these servants had worked as errands in other people's houses, and when they saw this situation, they were still talking about the difference between the customs of the Persians and the Ming Dynasty.

When the guests arrived, the host, Pigallo, appeared in a white robe and an entourage whose face was covered with a veil and was similar in size and figure.

When the singer and dancer arrived before the feast began, Bigallo drove the servants away, and the dancers poured the wine and the dishes, and the servants had to retreat to the courtyard, where they heard the music from a distance, and the dancers began to persuade them to drink to the sound of drums.

The mutation came after an hour, when a man began to sing, and the melodious voice of the song was like a whisper, hovering in the ears and in the mind.

Next, some people cried, both men and women, and some people laughed, but the laughter was heartbreaking.

The servants saw the figures in the main hall swaying, and they saw Mokoro laugh and pull out the gem-studded scimitar at his waist and pounce into the crowd, and then Guli and Parsana also drew their scimitars and slashed desperately.

The servants were so frightened that they fled in all directions, looking for a place to hide.

After a long time, the servant, who had no voice, came to the main hall with courage, and the situation in the main hall made the timid man pee his pants in fright.

The confessions of the servants at this time were very consistent, that all the people were dead, there was blood everywhere, there were stumps everywhere, and the faces of the dead were smiling, and their eyes were wide open.

Only the owner of the white robe, Bigallo, had his face cut to shreds, and he could no longer distinguish his appearance.

Tianyi reorganized the crime scene in his mind and found a lot of problems.

Who was that Pigallo's retinue? No one knows where he came from, and where was he after the killing? Could it be that he is the musician? But where is Jean?

What is the reason for the madness of the crowd? Who sang that melodious song?

Tianyi felt that this case was a line short, a line that could put everything together, although there were many unsolved mysteries in this world, but it was caused by heaven and earth, not including murder.

Sherlock Holmes said remove all the impossible, and the one that remains, no matter how outrageous, is the truth.

Conan also said that there is always one truth.

Tianyi stretched his waist, never expected that he would still have time to be a detective, but he knew that superhuman memory would inevitably bring careful thinking and logical reasoning, which was a prerequisite for solving the case.

The rain was fine and dense, and the air and clothes became damp, sticky, and uncomfortable.

Chongyang was repairing his never-ending nails again, and Thirteen was crouching on the steps, catching the raindrops with his fingers.

From today, Jin Daya has a bow and arrows on his back, and on a rainy day, he unloaded the bowstring, it was too damp, and the bowstring of the beast tendons would be loose, so he wrapped the animal tendons, picked them up, and took out an iron string and hung it on the bow...

Everyone was bored, only the old monkey with the craftsman was busy.

It seems very peaceful in the Thousand Households, but unfortunately, this tranquility is destined to be broken, and let everyone who knows remember this, blood! Hue! Yellow! Dusk! …