In the evening, a servant came with the news that they had found a suspicious person through an investigation of Fengyue Hutong.

The suspicious man was not tall, he should be fifty or sixty years old, but no one remembered his face.

This is very consistent with Hanalang's speculation, that is, as long as this person is found, they will also catch the murderer.

However, the man only appeared once, and then disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared.

I don't know the face of the suspicious person in Lu Dao, and I don't know what special characteristics Lu Dao has in him, it is not easy to find him. Even if all the officials were sent out, there would be no clues.

And Hanaro knew this very well, so he felt that in order to catch the murderer, he had to figure out the relationship between the murderer and the deceased, or the possible relationship between the deceased and all the suspects they came into contact with.

Hanalang thought about it for a long time, and when the night was deep, he finally figured it out, and when he figured it out, he was not happy, but everyone didn't think there was anything unusual about it, because when Hanalang found the murderer, he was more often cautious.

"Do you know who the murderer is?"

Hua Lang shook his head: "I don't know what to do, but it's not a difficult thing to catch him." ”

Everyone looked at each other and said nothing.

The night was deeper, but the sky was unusually hot, and after Cheng Juncai returned home, he didn't say a word, and even he didn't know what was wrong with him.

Cheng Juncai didn't sleep all night after returning home, and after dawn, he washed up and cheered up, because he was the secretary in charge of the observation envoy, so he couldn't be lazy about some things, even if he didn't sleep all night, how to work the next day, or how to work.

In fact, Cheng Juncai knows very well that although Lu Zhinian loves him very much, if he makes any mistakes, he will still teach himself a lesson very unpleasantly, and even lose his own Wusha because of this.

For this reason, Cheng Juncai hurried to the Observation Embassy, but when he came to the Observation Mission, he found that everyone looked at him with a slightly different look, that kind of look Cheng Juncai felt very familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had seen it, until he returned to his office to calm down and think about it, he suddenly woke up, that kind of look is the look he has received since he was a child, it is a different kind of look, there is disdain and insult in that look.

And this kind of look has never been encountered since he was admitted to fame, but how could he suddenly encounter it today?

He felt very scared and angry in his heart, he wanted to question those colleagues, and even wanted to fight with them to vent his anger, but he had been an official for a few years, and he knew that his anger at them like this would only make them look down on him even more.

For some reason, Cheng Juncai couldn't do anything anymore, his mind was full of the kind of eyes that his colleagues looked at him, and that look was so hateful that it made him inexplicably irritable, so at this time, he suddenly knocked over the documents on his desk, and then left the observation embassy in a rage.

When he left, many people looked at him, but this time in the eyes of these people, in addition to disdain and insult, there were three points of shame and one point of surprise, but Cheng Juncai ignored anything, and now he just wants to get out of here quickly.

There weren't many people on the street, because it was so hot, the hot people were sweating, and their backs were wet, and he was walking on the hot street, and he felt that everyone on the street was looking at him with strange eyes, and he wanted to yell at these people angrily, but he found that his mouth couldn't open at all.

He felt that his throat was about to smoke, and he walked like this, not knowing how long he had walked, let alone where he had gone.

All he remembered was that he had gone to a bed, and then he lay down, he was still sweating, and he wanted to get up and drink water, but he didn't know where the water was, and he passed out when he got to the bottom.

About in the evening, Cheng Juncai woke up, Cheng Juncai woke up only felt thirsty, he hurriedly rushed out of the Lu to drink water, and after he drank enough water, he found himself at home, he was very strange, he didn't know what happened to Lu Dao earlier today, he didn't even know how he got home. , The noise of the cicada chirping made Cheng Juncai irritable, he picked up the stone and threw it at the branch that kept coming, and then went back to the house and lay on the bed, very strange, when he lay on the bed, he didn't feel hungry, and then he didn't eat for a day.

And when Cheng Juncai lay on the bed, his brain turned surprisingly fast, he didn't understand, why his colleagues suddenly looked at him with that kind of vision, did they all know their identity?

Cheng Juncai shook his head, he felt that this was impossible, except for Hua Lang and them, no one knew his identity...... Thinking of this, Cheng Juncai suddenly sat up from the bed, that's right, it's Hua Lang, it must be Hua Lang who told the observer.

But Cheng Juncai didn't understand, what did Hua Lang do when he told the people who observed the news about it?

Cheng Juncai didn't understand, but he couldn't ask, because he didn't want to humiliate himself, he still remembered the situation when he left the government yesterday, he didn't know how he left, and thinking of the slap yesterday, he felt that his face was still faintly painful.

Unconsciously, it was getting dark, and it was only at this time that Cheng Jun felt hungry, he ran to the kitchen to eat something casually, and then lay down on the bed again, he felt very tired, and now he just wanted to take a big nap, although he had slept for almost a day.

When Cheng Juncai lay on the bed, he soon fell asleep, in the dream, he didn't know what Lu Dao dreamed of, kept shaking his head, kept waving his hands, and the sweat on his forehead was even more direct, but he just couldn't wake up.

The night is deeper, the cicadas are singing, the wind has stopped, everything around has become quiet, and at this time, a person slowly entered Cheng Juncai's home, this person is not tall, his age looks very big, although he walks a little hard, but it does not affect his pace, he walks faster and faster, and walks lighter and lighter, when he entered Cheng Juncai's bedroom, his face suddenly showed a trace of indescribable weirdness and hatred, and after his face changed greatly, He suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist, a dagger that was cold and cold to his skin.

The man slowly approached the bed with the dagger, and the dagger slowly gathered momentum, as if it was about to drink human blood.