"How can you be sure it's twelve? I think these people are just mixing hands and feet, and it seems to me that eight people are about the same. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Jiang Qi almost buried his head in the coffin, his eyes naked against the separation of those bones.

The cartilage on the olecranon protrusion on the bones had decayed, making it difficult to tell if the joints belonged to the same person.

"Well, I used to think that way until I just found out about it." I saw Feng Xin stretch out the corpse with his bare hands, and directly peeled off the remaining rotting corpse on the human bones like chicken, the corpse was almost rotten, and it was torn off with a slight pinch.

Feng Xin pointed to some reddish-brown thin lines on the side of the bones and said, "These are two specially patchwork corpses, the most obvious of which are these fine lines."

"Look, the limbs of these two skeletons, the fine lines on each bone are of different depths and widths, and they are covered by the flesh and are difficult to detect for a while." Feng Xin said carefully, as he peeled off the flesh on the other stumps. Seeing this, the other three also began to remove the little rotten flesh that remained, tearing apart some of the remaining ligaments and muscles, and pulling the bones out.

After a while, the bones of human limbs were neatly placed on the high-priced golden silk nanmu table.

"This one stands out." Feng Xin pointed to one of the thigh bones, "Only the lines of this bone are obviously much wider, and although the thickness of the lines of the other bones is similar, a closer study can still show some clues, and the color of the bones is also slightly different."

"Indeed." Liu Xunfeng nodded while dragging his chin with his left hand, and turned over the other bones with one hand.

Jiang asked, "So what does this mean......

"It means that the owners of these bones, though of different ages, are by no means older than the age of the weak crown." Liu Xunfeng continued.

"Adult bones are fully grown, and there will be no such thin lines, and I presume that this man is no more than fifteen years old." Feng Xin's index finger tapped on the thigh bone, looking affirmative.

"Judging by the changes at the ends of the bones and the fractures in the spine, there are eight severed limbs, a chest, and a skull...... It is almost certain that they are owned by twelve."

"Teenagers? You said that Wang Yun specially found twelve people who were very similar in appearance, figure, and characteristics, and what did they do after a lot of effort, and they had nothing to do? Why bother transporting corpses?" Jiang Qi sat aside and asked himself, "The degree of decay of those corpses is also different, except for the different times when they were resolved, the rest don't seem to explain anything......

Jiang Qi was immersed in his own world, and walked to the side of the round platform to pick up the tea that had already deheated, "The jade product is really worthy of its name, it is all cold and the fragrance is still there." After finishing speaking, he drank it all in one gulp, and played with the porcelain cup in his hand.

The others looked at Jiang Qi, and no one seemed to be interested in drinking tea.

"From receiving the carrier pigeon to the present, have any of you seen Wang Yun with your own eyes?" Ziche suddenly spoke, and in his tone, he emphasized that he had seen four words with his own eyes.

And this question was exchanged for silence.

Ziche's eyes swept over the two coffins with a cold gaze, and made a contradictory judgment, "It doesn't take a lot of trouble to simply transport the corpse, and Wang Yun won't do these troublesome things for no reason. He didn't have the leisure to go to the twelve people of the same age and appearance. This is not something that can be done in a short period of time, and the only explanation is that these twelve people are very similar in nature."

"You mean, it's not that Wang Yun found twelve people who looked like each other to give us the corpses, but that when Wang Yun met them, these twelve people were born very similar? Twelve people...... Is it easy?" Jiang Jian was muttering to himself again and drank a second cup.

"To put it more extremely, if the triplets marry the triplets and have two children in three to five years, both triplets or twins, it is not difficult to get together twelve people." Liu Xunfeng's tone became serious, "I think these corpses should belong to the remains of the messenger."

Jiang Jie's eyes widened and asked, "Messenger? Really? I thought it didn't exist anymore."

Feng Xin said, "Hmph, it looks like there really is."

Liu Xunfeng then explained: "I have only heard this matter mentioned by the people of the previous generation in the door, the messengers are a group of people who are extremely secret in the imperial court, no one knows the details of the messengers, nor does it know who they belong to, only that each of them will only carry out a mission once. It is to secretly pass on the extremely secret cases under the imperial court to the next person to take over the case, but it is unknown how to pass it on."

"Heh, how? Come to think of it, using the advantages of the same mold of twins to confuse others in the palace is convenient, it is easier to hide people's eyes, and a dead body can avoid many unnecessary interrogations more than a living person. Especially the rotting corpses that are miserable and incomplete, and no one wants to take a few more looks. It's much easier to carry information with a corpse, and it's guaranteed that there won't be misinformation or any mistakes." The sub-carriage got up from above and walked between the two coffins, placing his hand on one of the coffins.

Feng Xin closed his eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "It started half a year ago...... None of the old people who went on a solo mission ever came back, and I don't think they would be wiped out with their skills...... But...... Wang Yun didn't come back either......

Ziche said, "Are you saying that since half a year ago, the people of Lijingmen have disappeared one by one after they went out on a mission?"

Feng Xin and Jiang Qi nodded.

Ziche and Liu Xunfeng glanced at each other, their faces pale. Liu Xunfeng folded his arms in front of his chest, raised his eyes and looked at the car and said, "It's the same with the six doors, Mo started about half a year ago, and many of the elders haven't come back...... It's a big deal, but no one at the top asks about it, and it's really impossible to say that everyone has missed."

"It seems that this matter is not so simple, the imperial court wants people from two sects to carry out this task at the same time, and also uses messengers. It is very likely that Wang Yun is the one who was privately sent to the mission, and he intercepted the corpses of these messengers halfway and sent them over together, there must be something strange about them." Feng Xin put his back chair on the pillar behind him and looked up at the wooden beams on the roof, feeling clueless.

"If Wang Yun's mission fails, then ...... Who among you will take over?" Liu Xunfeng asked.

Feng Xin replied, "It's me, I was taught by him."

Liu Xunfeng said, "Then this matter is obvious, it stands to reason that he only needs to transfer these corpses to you, and you don't have to bother calling us...... Unless ......"

"Unless?"

"Two possibilities."

Feng Xin made a gesture of please.

"One is that the expertise of the other three of us will help you, and we won't fail like him. The second is that the other three of us are the other people who will take on this task, and he wants us to help each other, rather than scattering the main forces and having little hope. Since Wang Yun is your direct subordinate, he must know your thinking, he must be sure that you can interpret these corpses as soon as you see them...... Or maybe he doesn't have the ability to explain more." Liu Xunfeng's last sentence was conservative.

"Well, you don't have to be embarrassed, I can feel that he is no more."

"Uh-huh......

Things seem to have fallen into a stalemate, and this time fell into silence......

The two Lijing Gates and the two people with six doors were respectively summoned here by a person named Wang Yun in the Lijing Gate with a flying pigeon book, and delivered what seemed to be only two corpses, but they were actually the corpses of twelve people, what was the purpose, and what information did these rotting corpses represent?

The sunlight that filtered in through the stained window paper faded, and the outside of the house unconsciously changed into a mysterious night. At this time, there was a crisp knock on the door, and the attendant in Tsing Yi pushed the door in with a candlestick, silently lit all the candlesticks in the room, and moved a stove from the corner to add some charcoal to it. The Tsing Yi attendant's steps were so light that no one felt that he had moved again.

The room was warmed by the charcoal fire, the charcoal was burned, and some small charcoal stars popped out of the fireside and bounced a few times on the green bricks.

The firelight danced, and every shadow in the room danced with it.

After about a cup of tea, Feng Xin sighed heavily, and his entire chest rose and fell greatly.

"Huh?" At the same time, Jiang Qi snorted coldly.

All six eyes immediately sucked on Jiang Qi's body, and I saw him go around to the desk of the golden silk nanmu, lift a thigh bone and ponder for a moment before asking, "Has this bone ever been broken?"