"Are the Assassins really hiding on the ship?" Qin Beiyang closed the glass curtain of the carriage, revealing only a gap to look out, "You say, at this moment, will there be a pair of eyes watching us?" Distant mountains, don't shy away from Ayu. Her life was picked up by me, you say, I don't want to wait! ””

Ah Youbing was smart, she immediately closed her eyes, covered her ears, and fell her head in the corner of the carriage, as if she hadn't heard anything.

"Whether it is the Tianjin German Concession extermination case eight years ago, or the Xiangshan Biyun Temple assassination case two years ago, or the Hongkou Patrol House Massacre in the Shanghai Public Concession two months ago, they are all aimed at you, Qin Beiyang. Now that the danger is lurking, you must be careful! ”

Qi Yuanshan grabbed his hand, he was young, and the palm of his hand in the cold night was hot.

The four-wheeled carriage has crossed most of Shanghai from west to east, arriving at the north bank of the Suzhou Creek in the public concession, and the dense cobweb-like lanes around Hongkou.

Suddenly, the horses pulling the cart neighed a few times, and no matter how much the coachman whipped them, he would not leave. A large truck roared outside the carriage. Qin Beiyang felt a burst of heat. The coachman said that a fierce dog was in the way, which frightened the horse. Qi Yuanshan got out of the car and found that it was a watchdog raised by Dharma Mountain on the sea, a purebred German blackback, how did he run to the street? Anyway, when he turned the intersection, Qin Beiyang paid for the car and took A You a few steps forward.

Dharma Mountain on the sea.

Looking at this three-story eclectic building, as strong as a medieval fortress, Qin Beiyang's inner heat intensified. He first asked for a room at the hotel across the street from Ah You, so that she could rest early.

Qi Yuanshan wanted to get that German black back back. The dog usually listens to him the most, but this time he attacks him frantically, but fortunately he grabs a wooden stick to defend himself and flees back to the gate in embarrassment.

The two of them cautiously walked into the courtyard gate outside, and did not see the gatehouse, Qi Yuanshan was even more puzzled, and shouted twice, the whole mansion was as dead and silent as a tomb, and there was not a single light on, like the sea in the dark.

The jade pendant on Qin Beiyang's chest was hot again.

The ground floor of the house has a baroque gate, hanging the plaque of "Dharma Mountain on the Sea", which is inscribed by Sheng Xuanhuai, a former Qing Dynasty celebrity and a Western-style bigwig. Qin Beiyang stood at the bottom with his neck tilted, and he always felt that this plaque was a little crooked.

Walking into the hall on the ground floor, Qi Yuanshan turned on the lights casually. There was a sizzling sound from the light bulb, and in a few flickering moments, the yin and yang flickered and flickered, and many faces seemed to float in front of them, like ghosts in the dungeon. Qin Beiyang's eyes widened, and he bent down to perform wrestling moves, ready to fight to the death with the uninvited guest.

The lights were completely on.

The enemy did not appear, and there was only a scarlet in front of him, like a dagger piercing Qin Beiyang's pupils. Not a single living person in the living room, to be exact, but a dozen dead bodies were lying there, blood meandering across the floor, soaking the tips of the two teenagers' shoes.

Qi Yuanshan's cheeks twitched, and he recognized the face of the porter, followed by the driver, as well as four bodyguards, two cooks, three maids, a maid, and a gardener, a total of thirteen people.

Some of these faces are frightened, some are confused, some are angry, and some are calm. There were at least seven people who were staring at the ceiling with dead eyes, or staring at Qin Beiyang, who had just broken in.

Qi Yuanshan's knees were trembling, and he involuntarily knelt in a pool of blood, kowtowing to the thirteen deceased.

The corpse was spread flat on the floor of the living room, and it was obviously impossible to be killed here, but was dragged in after death, as if in a procession to welcome the return of the master. Qin Beiyang got closer and looked at them one by one - all the corpses had two-inch-long wounds on their necks, and he even boldly put his fingers into the wounds and felt the broken trachea, confirming that they were all killed by cutting their throats with a dagger.

There were only two bodyguards, in addition to cutting their throats, their chests were also pierced, and they probably had some fighting, but they didn't survive for a few more seconds.

"The blood is still hot!"

Qin Beiyang broke this damn calm, he realized that these people had just died, and the murderer hadn't gone far yet, or was he in this building?

Blood rushed all over his head, and he raced up the second floor, almost tripping over the stairs and finding the door of the private museum open. I slapped my hands and feet and went in and smelled a fishy smell. He felt for the light switch in the wall, and at the same time felt a bullet hole inlaid with a deformed copper bullet. The moment the lights came on, the museum was in ruins.

All the glass cabinets were empty.

In addition to a pair of deer heads and antlers decorated at the door, the bronze tripod of the Western Zhou Dynasty, the warriors of the Western Han Dynasty, the warriors and maids of the Tang Sancai, the azure glazed bowl of the Ru kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty, the water moon Guanyin silk painting of the Western Xia, and the wood carving Buddha statue of the Liao Dynasty......

Overnight, the smoke vanished, as if they had never been here, and only existed in Qin Beiyang's brain hallucination.

He rushed to the deepest part of the hall and found that the young Qilin Town Tomb Beast was gone.

"Nine colors!"

Qin Beiyang angrily shouted the name of "pet dog", but behind the glass cabinet, a corpse was found.

As soon as he saw the two Napoleon III beards, he understood that the owner of the house was also dead.

Ouyang Sicong collapsed in a pool of blood, his throat was cut two inches long, and his trachea was exposed to air. There was a thin wound on his cheek. He held a revolver in his right hand, Qin Beiyang broke the dead man's fingers, and there were still five bullets in the gun. It shows that Ouyang Sicong resisted for a short time before he died. Unfortunately, the bullet grazed the Assassin's side and hit the wall next to the light switch.

He squatted down and whispered in Ouyang Sicong's ear, "Who killed you?" Who snatched the Nine Colors? ”

At the same time, he remembered another person.

"Anna!"

Qin Beiyang frantically rushed out of the private museum and opened the piano room on the second floor, but it was empty. Qi Yuanshan also rushed up. The two of them ran to the third floor together, kicked open every door, including the small attic on the top floor, and found no trace of Ouyang Anna.

"Anna...... Nine-Colored ...... Anna...... Nine-Colored ......"

The names of a young girl and a young beast kept echoing over the lifeless mansion.

Suddenly, Qi Yuanshan felt that it was too hot downstairs, and then a fire jumped up. The entire flight of stairs was filled with flames, and there was no way to go down.

It must be a fire lit downstairs by a murderer.

The two were about to be burned to death. Qi Yuanshan pushed open the window, and there was a ginkgo tree, with a thick branch stretching out. They jumped out of the window, grabbed the big tree just in time, and climbed down the branches and trunks.

When I returned to the courtyard, I saw that the entire three-story western-style building was surrounded by flames, and tongues of fire mixed with bricks and wooden blocks were constantly falling. Qin Beiyang also wanted to rush into the fire to find his Anna and Jiuse, but was stopped by Qi Yuanshan and hugged back.

Step by step, they retreated outside the gate, and the streets were already crowded with people late at night. The Dharma Mountain in the flames made a crackling sound like firecrackers during the Spring Festival, full of the sound of wood and other utensils, as well as the sound of the collapse and fall of beams and wooden pillars. The firelight also painted Qin Beiyang's face red, and by the way, it scorched a few sections of his hair. He watched as the edifice collapsed, the flames rolled up the towering rooftops, the sparks shot into the dark night sky, and the moon dimmed.

Burning the Dharma Mountain.

"Seeing him raise the Zhu Tower, seeing him feasting guests, seeing his building collapse......"

The hot flame pierced Qin Beiyang's tears, and there were words in his mouth, which was the famous sentence of Kong Shangren's "Peach Blossom Fan".

Fire trucks roared and sprayed faucets at the fire. At the same time, there was also an Indian patrol, and some people said that when they saw Qin Beiyang and Qi Yuanshan escaping from the fire, they couldn't help but tie them up.

In an instant, Qin Beiyang, who was covered with the blood of the deceased, realized that he had become the number one suspect in murder and arson.

Just when he was about to be captured, the blazing sea of Dharma Mountain, a white rainbow rushed out like a ball of fire.

Nine colors are coming.