Thousand Faces Pavilion.

The Thousand Faces Pavilion founded by Ji Qian was located on Yuanshang Street, the most prosperous street in the royal capital of Jingzhou.

When I was young, I was full of energy, my brain was active, and I wanted to do a lot of things. In the end, Ji Wei chose the most reliable one from various endless ideas - relying on Ji Jiabao's disguise technique to create a Thousand Faces Pavilion.

At first, no matter how complicated or simple the matters were, he tried to do it himself, trying to polish the Thousand Faces Pavilion to the best. Choosing the store location, visiting the craftsman, entering the materials, and setting the shopkeeper, he checked at all levels.

He wore a familiar face, but what was unknown was that he wore the same mask. He never showed his true face.

Except for family members, as well as those whom they trust very much.

After Ji Hanbai's death, Ji Shu rarely participated in the operation and management of the Thousand Faces Pavilion, and handed over full authority to Bai Jingshi.

Unless it was a special request from a guest in private, the lord of Ji Dabao deigned to make a move.

In the past few years, Ji Dabao has done things regardless of whether the remuneration is high or not, mainly depends on fate.

And Bai Jingshi, as the big treasurer of the Thousand Faces Pavilion, did not disappoint him.

Over the years, Lao Bai has used his left and right sources and eight-sided exquisiteness to run the Thousand Faces Pavilion well.

The Thousand Faces Pavilion is famous, the location is good, but the appearance is not luxurious. Its façade is open, the door is written with three big characters of "Thousand Faces Pavilion", and a couplet on the door post: a thousand people, a thousand faces, a mustard seed, a look and a look of all waves.

When you enter the door, there are various masks displayed on the shelves in the lobby and in the cabinets. The guys at the reception are uniformly dressed, clean and smiling, and the four treasures of the study room are placed on the quaint table inside, which is convenient for visitors to register, and it is also convenient for the shopkeeper to write down the special customization requirements of guests.

Of course, private, covert transactions don't come here.

At this time, Ji Mo and Bai Mei had returned to the backyard of the Thousand Faces Pavilion.

The front hall and back hall of the Thousand Faces Pavilion, the wings behind the back hall, the patio, and the backyard all have their own merits. They are connected to each other and independent, and they serve their own purposes.

The backyard is inhabited, and the decoration is low-key and luxurious.

Ji Mo was playing with a human skin mask in his hand. This mask is more exquisite, and the production method seems to have some relationship with their Ji family, and the production level is on par with their own, but it is just ...... Except for his uncle Jinchi, his younger brother Xiaoshu and Yu Qian'er, he couldn't think of anyone else who could have such a level of production.

Things go back a few days ago.

On that day, Cui Ziqing, the son of Cui Mingyu, the household servant, was looking for joy in the Little Red House in Xicheng, but was assassinated on the way. When Lord Cui heard the bad news, his eyes rolled and he fell down, and when his family rushed to help him wake up, Lord Cui cried and bit his old teeth, and vowed to find out the real murderer and avenge his son! On the morning of the second day, he trembled and knelt down on the main hall, and begged the king to be the master of the murderer in tears, and to return the capital to a safe and clear state.

Some people should be disdainful in their hearts: The dignified household servant actually taught such a gentleman, and he blatantly went to the Little Red Mansion to prostitute in broad daylight, didn't he deserve it!

The chief of the patrol in charge of the city's defense is not happy anymore, if people die, they will die, what is the matter with the security of Shangyuan? I don't know how to make a feud with others, and this matter depends on us?

To say that this matter is not glorious.

If Master Cui didn't dig deeper, the king wouldn't personally intervene in it, but Cui Ziqing has an official position, the chief guard of Jingxi Fourth Street.

The size is an official.

The nature of the matter has changed.

- Assassinate the official of the imperial court.

For a time, there were those who gloated over the troubles of the same dynasty, those who watched from the wall, those who did not care about themselves, and of course there were some people who complained in their hearts.

Who doesn't know that Lord Cui is close to the eldest prince Li Yan? The crown prince has not yet ascended the throne, hehe, is this great treasure......

Who's dead is not the end yet!

The prince is kind and benevolent, but the prince is witty and smart, and he is not bad.

The three princes, planning before the war and making decisions before the battle, are already a character, although they have not been in the court for many years, their strength should not be underestimated.

What's more, the three princes will soon return to Beijing with the victorious army.

……

Some people watch a good show, and some people are uneasy.

The princelings have a faint bad premonition, Cui Ziqing was stabbed to death, I'm afraid someone didn't make a fuss about the prince, right?

The king was shocked when he heard that Cui Mingyu was crying and crying after saying this. When the whole country is celebrating, who dares to carry out assassination at the risk of the world's condemnation?

Cui Ziqing's case made Jun Shang deeply feel that Jun Wei was offended, and Jun Shang's sacred heart took pity on Cui Mingyu for the loss of his son in old age, so he ordered the Criminal Department to strictly investigate Cui Ziqing's assassination and murder.

Looking at the people of the capital again, it was boiling for a while, and all kinds of remarks were flying all over the sky. The son of the dignified household servant was stabbed to death in broad daylight, is it a love killing? Vendetta? Or, manslaughter?

Exciting!

Bai Mei loves to play, of course he has to pull Young Master Mo to investigate.

On the afternoon of the day Cui Ziqing was killed, Bai Mei urged Ji Mo to go.

After the incident, there were many people from near and far who watched the excitement outside the Little Red Mansion.

After receiving the report, Lieutenant Jing Xixi isolated the scene of the crime and invited him to conduct an autopsy.

Cui Ziqing was stabbed in the back.

Broad knife blade.

A single knife kills.

The rest were unharmed.

Indeed, he killed him.

Outside the quarantine, some people are whispering.

Bai Mei: "Young master, it would be nice if I could go in and see for myself." ”

Looking at his expression, he scratched his ears and cheeks a little, and he wanted to try.

Ji Mo looked at the little red mansion thoughtfully.

As he withdrew his gaze, he inadvertently glanced up to the right and noticed that there was a different person in front of him.

That person was very sensitive, and as soon as Ji Mo glanced at him, he turned his head and raised the corner of his mouth with a smile, and he didn't know who he was laughing at.

Looking at that smile, it seemed a little dismissive.

Laugh at the killer or the killed?

Laugh at the onlookers, or ......

"There's no way to laugh at me." Ji Mo thought, "I've been in Jingzhou Wangcheng for so long, I'm sure I haven't seen this person." ”

So what does he mean by smiling?

Ji Mo involuntarily walked towards that person. He could tell from the man's smile that the man was just like himself, with a mask on his face.

There can be no mistake.

Usually the person wearing the mask cannot tell his real age, the mask is meant to be hidden, and the age shown after wearing it is to confuse others.

It doesn't make sense to look at the age of the person wearing the mask from the face.

Eye! Ji Mo remembered his father's words: The last thing a person can lie about is his eyes!

The man's eyes were filled with cynicism and mockery that saw through the truth.

Ji Mo looked at him, he looked at Ji Mo. Suddenly, he took a long step and turned away.

Ji Mo followed without saying a word.

And when Bai Mei tiptoed several times to look at the inside of the Little Red Mansion to no avail, he finally died, and when he turned around, the young master disappeared! He hurriedly searched back and forth, left and right, and found that the young master was not far from the right front, and there was a long-legged man ten steps away from the young master, he seemed to know that he was being followed, but he did not look at it in a hurry and walked forward.

Bai Mei hurriedly chased Ji Mo. I saw Ji Mo walking for a moment, bending down and picking up something.

When Bai Mei chased after Ji Mo, Ji Mo was holding a delicate mask in his hand and looked at it.

"Young Master, what's the matter with this mask?"

Ji Mo: "That man fell just now." ”

When Bai Mei looked around again, where was there still a trace of a man's shadow?

……

Who is he?

"Did you accidentally drop ......?"

Ji Mo immediately interrupted Bai Mei's speculation: "No." How could something so personal be said to be dropped? Besides, this mask is well-made,—— the mask making process is already cumbersome, and if it is well-made, it must be worth a lot. If you got it with great difficulty, would you say lose it? ”

Bai Mei: "No." ”

"So, he must have fallen on purpose, I followed him, he knew!"

"Looks like a weirdo! I just don't know what the intention is. ”

Ji Mo stopped talking and glanced towards the place where the man had disappeared.

Since he disappeared without a trace, it means that the other party does not want to be followed, but why did he leave a mask?

"It seems that the other party already knows a lot about me. Also understand white eyebrows. - White eyebrows are in league with him? He has been inseparable from me for months, why? ”

Ji Mo was unsettled, looked at the mask in his hand, and then looked at Bai Mei. No, if Bai Mei is with him, isn't it just exposed? Or, is exposure a game in itself?

Bai Mei's heart jumped when he saw it, and he immediately shouted: "Ouch, young master, what kind of eyes are you?" Don't take a fancy to me, do you? ”

Ji Mo shouted at him, suddenly realized that he was in a trance, his face turned red, and he said in a low voice: "What nonsense! ”

Walked away.

Fortunately, he was wearing a mask on his face, and he couldn't see the blushing or anything, otherwise it would have been too big.

White eyebrows touched their noses and followed. Isn't that right?

……

The backyard of the Thousand Faces Pavilion.

"Young Master! Oh, no, Ji Mo," Bai Mei looked at him intently and observed the mask, and couldn't help but say, "Have there ever been flowers on this mask?" ”

Bai Mei's statement is really true.

There are no flowers on the mask, but there are words.

A "river" word!

Ordinary people can't read the words on the mask.

The reason why Ji Mo saw the words was because of an unknown secret when their Ji family made masks.

The upper right corner of the mask shot by the Ji family has a fly-headed word "Ji"! It's so small that it's almost impossible to see, not to mention that the word has been coated with a special potion.

Something like a tag.

When Ji Mo looked at the upper right corner of the mask, intentionally or unintentionally, he suddenly discovered this secret.

This secret made his brain buzz and his heart tremble!

Coincidental?

What a coincidence!

Except for the Ji family, no one on the rivers and lakes can make such a delicate mask, but what is the matter with the word "Jiang"? Who knows the secret of the Ji family's mask so well?

Jiang, Jiang......

Ji Mo searched his memory for the family and name related to the word.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration!

"Jiang Bantu!"

He suddenly stood up from his stool.

Oh my God, is it really Jiang Bantu? Is it really my father's uncle and grandfather's brother?

And the death of my grandfather!

and Jiang Bantu's lack of news in the past ten years.

But why did he give himself a mask?

Ji Mo's heart was boiling.

Bai Mei was startled by him.

"What's wrong? What do you think of? ”

Ji Mo didn't have time to talk to him, he took off the brush on the hill of the pen stand, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

As soon as he finished writing the word "Daddy", he remembered that Bai Mei was still in front of him, so he said, "Excuse me, you go out first." ”

Bai Mei looked at him seriously, was stunned for a moment, didn't say anything, and turned around and went outside.

Ji Mo took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

He was going to send a letter to his father.