Dead people are the same everywhere. If it is a big man who dies, one stone stirs up a thousand waves, and it will set off a big storm. If the dead person is just a small ordinary person, it doesn't matter what they say, at best, it is just some conversation after tea and dinner for a few people. The death of a person like Chen Youcai is just a small topic for a while, and it may not be very calm, but it is only within a certain range.

A few messengers who handled the case stayed around the house and did not allow anyone else to enter. Inside the house, a middle-aged man who was dressed fairly well looked at the rotten meat on the ground and several female corpses piled up in the corner of the bed, frowned, and silently pondered something.

"What kind of hatred would make people retaliate so fiercely?" this one had determined a direction from the beginning, it should be vendetta. An errand officer like this middle-aged man is almost at the bottom of the empire. They know a lot of things in the market, and they also know more about some things in the people, and they know more and understand more deeply. He had heard of this Chen Youcai, and he was a businessman. An out-and-out big profiteer, relying on his own money, dares to make any money, and regardless of his conscience, he even sells the grain for disaster relief, and dares to pour the military rations. Who makes the family rich? Spending some money is still an uncle. Unexpectedly, this time the uncle would become a dead corpse. This is a miserable death!

This middle-aged man is an errand officer in charge of this area, and on the side of the Tianyuan Empire, he is called An Yuan, who is specifically responsible for the security of this area, and if something happens, he will look for him, a minor official who is not in the rank. This person's name is Zhang Shiyuan, and he has done a good job over the years, if there is nothing to do, he will be promoted to the master in half a year, although he is middle-aged, he doesn't care much about these things, but after all, no one is happy to put this thing on his own land. What's more, this person has been here for so many years?

Looking at the bloodstains in this room, Zhang Shiyuan really didn't want to deal with this matter. This Chen Youcai is too much on weekdays, relying on his little wealth, he is unscrupulous to play well with some officials, and everyone in this area hates him. Only the lord of this piece has the best relationship with this Chen Youcai, the lord has confessed, check this matter carefully, and see who is so bold!

Zhang Shiyuan also had no choice, he had to listen to his fate. Speaking of another thing, Zhang Shiyuan also wants to thank him in person, killing Chen Youcai is to eliminate harm for the people! It's a good idea, when the time comes, to get this little thing done, even if the black doesn't mention it, even if it passes, he doesn't want to care about this matter. In this house, I looked left and right, turned right, found nothing, and left with people.

Outside the city, in Gao Wei's house, several people sat together. They received the news that Chen Youcai's family of 30 and 20 guards were all killed, and not a single one was left alive. Chen Youcai and those guards died, they didn't care, but what happened to those twenty-nine people?

That night, the thousand-faced guest Bai Rufeng and they saw only Chen Youcai and those women, and together they didn't exceed the number of hands, and they hadn't seen the rest of the people.

"Could it be that this kid offends a lot of people on weekdays and provokes other enemies to come and slaughter him?" asked Huangfu Jieyun, who thought so.

The Thousand Faces shook his head and said, "If that's the case, these killers are too much. Woe to the old and the young, the old rules of killers do not kill the elderly, children and weak women, they break the rules. ”

"Not everybody follows these old rules. Gao Wei looked at the thousand-faced guest and said lightly, "Maybe others have forgotten those rules of yours." ”

The Thousand Faces smiled slightly, "The killers of the underworld won't forget this. ”

"But not all killers are killers of the underworld. Bai Rufeng said suddenly, "It's entirely possible to do this. But I thought, is there another possibility?"

Gao Wei looked at Bai Rufeng, smiled, and said, "Tell me about it." ”

"Could it be that someone is reminding us of something about this?" Bai Rufeng said, "reminding us that it knows everything about our actions, or rather." ”

"Or what?" Everyone's eyes instantly focused on Bai Rufeng, Bai Rufeng lowered his head and said, "Or is someone demonstrating to us?"

Gao Wei looked at the ceiling, pursed his lips, and said, "It's possible, but all we're thinking about now is conjecture. ”

"If you want me to say, whatever it is, we just need to be careful. It doesn't matter who he is or what kind of calculations he makes, we just need to deal with it carefully!" said Huangfu Jieyun, which is also in line with his style.

Gao Wei smiled and said, "Indeed. Okay, don't talk about these things, Lao Bai, did you have anything to do yesterday?"

Bai Rufeng looked at the thousand-faced man, and the thousand-faced man nodded. Bai Rufeng said: "It's still a matter of the children's experience. They are too inexperienced to give full play to their superiority in actual combat. The strength itself is not strong, and it is a short piece in experience. ”

"I see. Gao Wei nodded and said, "I will open the virtual training ground as soon as possible." ”

"What the hell is that virtual training ground?" asked the Thousand Faces suddenly, as he always said out of the blue.

In this world, what is the so-called virtual word, Gao Wei explained it to them, and finally they understood it as a kind of phantom array, but Gao Wei used it for training.

No one could have imagined that such a thing actually made Gao Wei think of a lot. It's not that Gao Wei thinks too much, it's that their opponents put too much pressure on them. They subconsciously thought that this was what the third prince did, but they denied it. The third prince still doesn't know about the Dark Pavilion, right?

In the national capital, in a small administration. The third prince sat high on a chair, fiddling with a fan at will. Below, an official dressed in the clothes of a low-ranking official knelt on the ground, shivering.

"You!" said the third prince, fiddling with his fan, looking at his fan, "How many times have I told you to spend less time with those guys." This time, the person surnamed Chen has an accident, and you and I think it's almost the same!"

"Three princes, three princes, help! I, I swear that I will never associate with such a person again, I!" The official couldn't stop crying, a handful of tears and snot.

The third prince smiled disdainfully and said, "I will investigate this matter, work for me honestly, and I will naturally keep you safe." With that, the third prince got up from his chair, walked to the official, bent down and gently patted his face a few times, then took out a handkerchief, wiped his hand, and threw it away. Then, the third prince left, and the official sat on the ground, muttering incessantly: "Chen Youcai is dead, Chen Youcai is dead, I'm here, I, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"