Qian Ziming looked at the Flying Fish Order in front of him in surprise, then glanced at Yan Zhutou behind him with his spare eyes, and immediately raised his arm to move his loose sleeves to block the Flying Fish Order on the table, and finally faced Han Xiaoyu again, and asked in a low voice, "Miss Han, are you from Jianghu Ling?"

Seeing Qian Ziming's anxious look, Han Xiaoyu laughed again, and this time even laughed out loud. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info She knew that Qian Ziming was protecting herself, but she was by no means a person from Jianghu Ling, and this flying fish token was picked up by herself in the backyard on a snowy night last night.

However, it is certain that Qian Ziming is by no means a person from Jianghu Ling. Even if this envoy was picked up in the backyard, it shouldn't be Qian Ziming's, otherwise how could he have such a reaction?

Qian Ziming saw that Han Xiaoyu was not nervous, and asked, "Why is Miss Han laughing?"

Han Xiaoyu suppressed his smile and said, "This Flying Fish token is not mine, so the little shopkeeper doesn't need to panic." ”

Hearing Han Xiaoyu's answer, the tension in Qian Ziming's heart gradually subsided, but the doubts in his heart were even worse. Why did Han Xiaoyu suddenly ask himself, did he want to join the Martial Arts League or the Jianghu Order, and why did he take out the Flying Fish Token to test himself?

She suspects me of being a member of the Jianghu Order?

Is that so?

Qian Ziming suppressed the doubts in his heart first, and asked Han Xiaoyu, "Where did Miss Han get this token?"

Han Xiaoyu replied very simply, "I picked it up in the backyard!"

"Backyard?"

Qian Ziming picked up the token on the table and looked at it carefully, only to see that there was still a little dirt in the gaps of the flying fish stripes carved on it. And the color of this dirt is not like the color of the dirt in your own backyard!

Han Xiaoyu saw that Qian Ziming still had some questions, so he added, "It was last night, I found it next to the string of [mud footprints], and the soil in the gap is on the footprints...... Oh, by the way, it didn't take long for the muddy footprints to be covered in snowflakes, maybe you didn't see it!"

Qian Ziming held the Flying Fish Order tightly in his hand, slowly closed his eyes, and imagined that various clues had appeared circulating in his brain.

According to the chronological order in which the clues appeared, the first one was the [mud footprints] on the snow in the backyard last night, and then the [Flying Fish Order] that Han Xiaoyu picked up next to the mud footprints; then the next day, Yan Zhutou received a report that there were three [corpses] dressed as merchants in the [mud river] west of Huangshi Town; tonight, Emei's disciple Li Shaoying and Zhang Shan, a member of the Black Whale Gang, had a quarrel and fought with swords, which was stopped by Qian Ziming and Yue Lengchan; not long after, Zhang Shan was found dead in his room under his own knife, and the [two cups of tea] on the table; Yan Lu questioned Li Shaoying, the first discoverer of Zhang Shan's body, but Qian Ziming came in with tea but was regarded as a murderer, and later obtained that Li Shaoying was poisoned by the Tang Sect [Lost Heart].

This is all the clues that we have so far, and if we connect all the clues......

Qian Ziming opened his eyes, sighed, and smiled bitterly.

Han Xiaoyu saw that Qian Ziming seemed to understand something, and it seemed that his prompt had played a role, and smiled.

Qian Ziming shook his head, trying to calm himself down, but he was always at a loss.

Because now he finally understands that the Longxiang Inn seems to be in great trouble.

And if this trouble is not handled properly, it may ruin the hands of his generation, the industry that has experienced hundreds of years!

Thinking of this, Qian Ziming couldn't help but tremble, although the amplitude was not large, but Han Xiaoyu, who was sitting opposite Qian Ziming, clearly felt the fear in Qian Ziming's heart.

Han Xiaoyu comforted, "Little shopkeeper, this matter can still be handled." ”

Qian Ziming suddenly looked up at Han Xiaoyu and asked, "How to deal with it?"

Han Xiaoyu left his seat, sat next to Qian Ziming, and explained like this.

With Han Xiaoyu's explanation, Qian Ziming's slightly trembling body slowly regained its calm, and only -

Peace!

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The night was already deep, and the rain was getting lighter, until at last only a drizzle of rain remained.

This kind of rain is what spring rain should look like!

Yan Lu has tried all the people who can be tried, but he has never been able to lock down the murderer. At this moment, Yan Lu was standing in front of the inn, looking at the glittering rain under the lights, and whispered to the catcher behind him, "The rain is light, go back to the yamen and call some people!"

Hearing this, he didn't say anything, and immediately walked in the direction of the backyard stables after bowing down to receive the order. And when he came to the stable not far away, he saw that there were still three official horses in the stable!

What's going on, didn't there be a brother who went back to the yamen earlier to pay off?

So why are there still three officers in the stable?

Doubts arose in his heart, and his hand rested on the hilt of the saber at his waist, ready to draw the knife at any time to deal with the accidents that would occur in the pit. Then, with cautious steps, he walked forward.

It wasn't until they came to the stable that nothing happened, but only two corpses neatly arranged in the stable in the faint light of the darkness.

And one of the corpses is, of course, the fast brother who left first!

Seeing this, he immediately evacuated the stable, ran back to the inn lobby as fast as he could, knelt on one knee in front of Yan Lu Zhutou, who was sitting with Qian Ziming, panting, and couldn't speak for a while.

Yan Lu saw this reaction, and immediately understood what he had discovered, helped him up, handed him a cup of tea, and said, "Brother, don't worry, speak slowly!"

Catch quickly didn't drink the tea in one gulp, and after it was smooth, he said to Yan Zhutou, "Big ...... My lord, I found the body of the brother who went back to his life in the stable!"

"What!?"

Yan Lu and Qian Ziming shouted loudly at the same time.

Then Yan Lu and Qian Ziming looked at each other, Yan Lu didn't say much, and followed the catcher to the stable in the backyard.

Qian Ziming gritted his teeth, and followed Yan Lu and the two to the backyard of the inn, and only Xiaodong, who was keeping vigil in the lobby, was left.

When Qian Ziming and Yan Lu came to the stable in the night rain, they saw more than one body of the catcher, and there was another corpse next to him.

Qian Ziming didn't need to step forward to check to be sure, because the corpse was tall and burly, and his right hand was also cut off from his wrist, and his wrist was wrapped in a white cloth soaked in red!

That corpse is, of course, the guest who made trouble at the Longxiang Inn the day before yesterday - the Nine Rings Dao Cheng Liman!

It turned out that the murderer was really him!

Now, Qian Ziming finally understood everything!

Qian Ziming's conjecture from the beginning was not wrong, the murderer could only be that person. And according to Han Xiaoyu's prompt, the man's motive for killing also understood-

That person wants to join the Martial Arts League!

And these people who died, Cheng Liman, Zhang Shan, and the three people pretending to be merchants in the east of the town, I am afraid that they are all people from Jianghu Ling!

......

Wait, wait!

If he wanted to join the Martial Arts League, why did he kill the official?

(To be continued)