Rickshaws carrying Mu Yi and Shirley through the streets of the old magic capital, most of the vehicles on the uneven roads are still rickshaws, but after entering the bustling commercial street, bulky old-fashioned cars also began to appear in front of the two of them.

Finally, the rickshaw stopped in front of a brand-new three-story western-style building, and a huge plaque read the eight characters of Citibank Modu Branch, but for some reason, it looked a little deserted.

After the two pushed open the glass door and walked into the hall, a waiter in a suit greeted them, asked them in English about their intentions, and he introduced that Citibank's business at this time included exchange, deposits, loans, and the issuance of exchange vouchers.

"Exchange gold for pocket money." Mu Yi also answered proficiently in English, but this time his accent was British.

The waiter was much better when he heard his proficient English attitude, and took them to a separate room, and the thirty gold melon seeds were smoothly exchanged for six hundred US dollars, and Mu Yi also exchanged a little change with silver dollars by the way for convenience.

(The default of gold melon seeds produced by space is 20 grams, and Baidu's ounce of gold in the early 20th century is about a little more than 20 dollars.) ）

After walking out of the bank, the two took two copies of the daily newspaper in the hands of the newsboy on the corner of the street, and then got into a rickshaw on the side of the road.

"One hundred and thirty Shandong Road." Mu Yi reported the location, and the coachman nodded and strode up.

As soon as the newspaper was opened, there was an eye-catching headline "Du Sheng, a backbone reporter of the Modu Morning News, died violently at home, suspected of burglary and murder".

Mu Yi's brows furrowed, thinking that this was too much of a coincidence, the recipient of the old boatman was Lao Du in the Modu Morning News Office, and the deceased was also an employee surnamed Du of the Modu Morning News Newspaper, which made him smell the smell of conspiracy.

"Dear sister, I smell conspiracy." Mu Yi held his chin with his hand, "We may be going to get rich." ”

Shirley looked at the brother who suddenly appeared in confusion, not knowing what to say.

However, Mu Yi didn't intend to get a response from her, just took off the tiger tooth necklace from his neck, gently put it on Shirley's neck, and handed her the fir wooden whip, and sent her an equipment loan contract, if Shirley didn't return the equipment to Mu Yi after the world was settled, Mu Yi would remember the universal point that matched his equipment through the seal.

"The whip can be placed in your handbag, and the necklace can be worn directly, but this thing will affect the charm slightly, remember to take it off when socializing." Mu Yi whispered, "In this way, your strength will not be much lower than that of normal people, and so on may encounter battles, you try to protect yourself, and I will leave you a head." ”

Shirley seemed to study the terms given to her by the imprint, and nodded for a while, after which she was startled by the power that kept pouring out of her body, and after a while of getting used to it, she whispered, "Thank you, brother." ”

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Soon the rickshaw arrived on Shandong Road, and Mu Yi asked the driver to stop at a newsstand and gave him some change as fare.

Then Mu Yi took Shirley to the side of the newsstand, Mu Yi threw a silver dollar to the stall owner, and began to look through the latest news of major newspapers, the front pages of major newspapers without exception were full of information such as "Modu Morning News reporter Du Sheng's home was robbed and killed", it is obvious that this Du Sheng should be a reporter with some status.

Mu Yi asked the stall owner in confusion: "What is the origin of this Du Sheng, is the death of a reporter enough to make so many reports?" ”

"I see that you just came to the magic capital, Lao Du is a famous reporter in our magic capital, I heard that he has a good relationship with many nobles in the concession, and he can always get first-hand information, which is very tight." I don't feel like a local in the stall owner's accent either, because his official dialect is very standard.

Mu Yi nodded knowingly, reached out and picked up a few newspapers and magazines around entertainment from the stall and handed them to his sister behind him, he continued: "In this way, I am really lonely, and I don't need to look for the rest of the money, I also want to ask which newspaper the Modu Morning News is." ”

"You go that way, and the one hundred and thirty-six in the middle is it." The vendors made a lot of extra money and felt comfortable, and they also introduced this newspaper to them.

It turns out that the newspaper of the Magic Capital Morning News is a new newspaper that has only been made in the past two years, because it has no characteristics, it has been on the verge of bankruptcy, and the location has also moved from No. 132 Shandong Road, which occupied a large area at the beginning, to No. 136, which is cramped, and the original address has not been renewed, and it is vacant there.

Businessmen always believe in the metaphysics of feng shui, so no one has renewed the lease in this obscure place, but the addition of Lao Du Dusheng has turned the Magic City Morning News into a profit within a few months, especially his original lace news column, which is the talk of the citizens of the magic capital after dinner, what a character.

Mu Yi raised his eyebrows, like a hawker thanking him, and the two walked to the current location of the Demon Capital Morning News, since it is a letter delivery, it is always necessary to confirm who the recipient is.

Soon the two of them came to the door of the Magic Capital Morning News, during which they also passed by the abandoned No. 132, and it could be seen from the dusty glass door that no one had pushed open the door for a long time.

Mu Yi pushed open the door of the Modu Morning News office, and inside was a hot scene, and several staff members were busy running around.

Seeing Mu Yi and the others coming, a relatively young woman put down the work in her hand and walked over, she asked politely, "What is the matter with you?" What kind of information, advertisement, or article to publish? ”

"No, the old man in the family asked me to bring a message to Lao Du of the Magic Capital Morning News, may I ask who of you is surnamed Du." Mu Yi asked politely.

"We only have Du Sheng's predecessor surnamed Du, but he passed away yesterday, you go back and tell your elders like this, now his body should have been transported to the funeral home in the suburbs." The young woman sighed and turned back to work.

"Thanks, sorry to excuse me." Mu Yi said politely, and then left the newspaper.

As soon as he stepped out of the door of the newspaper office, Mu Yi felt the eyes of surveillance again, and there was more than one, obviously this newspaper office was under the key monitoring of the other party.

It seems that the old boatman and Lao Du are hiding some secrets, Mu Yi touched his chin, since the person is dead, the task cannot be done, but the mark will not give the task that cannot be completed, which means that this person is likely to fake his death, so where will this person be?

After thinking for a while, Mu Yi turned his gaze to No. 132 on the road.

"Interesting, interesting." Mu Yi smiled and stopped a rickshaw, "Take us to the funeral home in the suburbs." ”

"Okay." The coachman stepped away.

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The rickshaw bumped on the dirt roads in the suburbs, and the driver did not go very fast, for the comfort of the passengers.

However, as soon as they came to a deserted section, six or seven fierce men with masks and fierce knives rushed out of the grass on the side of the road and directly surrounded the rickshaws.

"Get out of the car, rob!" The strong man led by the urn said angrily.

The coachman immediately crouched down, holding his head in his hands and placing the money bag at his waist in his hand. Mu Yi laughed, and after placing the saber on his waist in Shirley's hand, he jumped out of the rickshaw.

"This is the magic capital, isn't it Liangshan Shuibo, and now you are still learning to rob others? Didn't you wake up? Mu Yi sneered, and then he shook the strips of cloth on the stick, and the strips of cloth fluttered down, and a golden hoop stick appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Do it!" The strong man shouted, and all the strongmen pounced on the rickshaw at the same time.

Mu Yi sighed, the long stick in his hand swept out violently, a sharp sound of breaking wind sounded, and the long stick was fiercely whipped into the waists of the two strong men on the side, and they were directly swept out of the more than three meters, and flew into the grass again.

Under the influence of Mu Yi's current powerful power, the power of the stick is not accessible to normal people, even if there are many restrictions now, but Mu Yi's strength is still four times that of ordinary people.

It was an asymmetrical battle, devastating, and the seven strongmen didn't hold out for a combined amount of sixty seconds.

Soon Mu Yi skillfully tied them up with ropes and threw them to the side of the road one by one, Mu Yi smiled and woke up one of the gangsters, ready to ask for some information.

But just then, a police car appeared at the end of the road.

"The police also intervened, it seems that the water is a bit deep." Mu Yi touched his chin with his hand.