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Yan Changkong walked alone on a secluded path, and the people he assigned to himself were all residents in remote places, and it was also for the safety of the four young people. When I summoned the four of them, I guess I guess I was half a student.

I don't know how long I walked, Yan Changkong finally stopped in front of a dilapidated house. He couldn't believe it, looked around again, and finally determined that this was the house of the person named "Liu Xia" described on the list.

"Hmm, was the last person I checked a beggar?"

Yan Changkong thought to himself, and pushed open the dilapidated wooden door that looked like a void.

In fact, he didn't quite believe that this person named Liu Xia would be a beggar, or that those who traveled back and forth to the city in a dozen days would probably not be a beggar. Because as beggars, they naturally eat and drink in the bustling streets and alleys, and this Pingzhou City is the most prosperous place in Pingzhou, and they will never go out of the city easily.

If it was to hide from the killers, then they left, and they would not come back easily.

The reason why beggars become beggars is either that they are disabled and unable to move, or they are lazy and unwilling to be diligent. It's almost impossible to get them to move more.

After thinking about it for a while, he finally came to the front of the house through the weeds.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, and Yan Changkong thought that the house would also be a messy scene, but when he stepped on the first step of the steps, he was stunned.

This dilapidated little courtyard consisted of only three rooms in a row, and he stood on the first step with an unobstructed view of the whole house. Not to mention the cleanliness and tidiness, there is still a little smell of old books, which makes people feel like they have entered an elegant tea room.

"Anyone?"

Yan Changkong asked suspiciously.

“......”

There was silence.

Yan Changkong shrugged his shoulders, it seemed that there was no one. Although he checked the list one by one this afternoon, there were also people who did not go out at home, so he was not very surprised when he encountered this situation, but he was a little disappointed. After all, he was the last man, and he was vaguely looking forward to discovering something.

I walked around the house again, because there was no one, and he was too embarrassed to flip through other people's things, so he could only look and wait.

It's just that it's getting late, and he's still worried about the four young people, so he can't wait any longer, he finally got up from the steps where he was about to sit hot, and scratched his head helplessly to leave.

But who knew that when he just walked to the gate of the courtyard and was about to leave the courtyard, there was a sudden sound of a broken porcelain bowl in the room.

Instinctively, he sensed that something was wrong, and immediately turned around and turned back with light skills. But before he could fly to the door of the room, in the blink of an eye, a black shadow flew out through the roof and swept away.

Yan Changkong followed without thinking about it, according to his thoughts, this Liu Xia must be the murderer. He must have changed his outfit and was about to come out to commit murder, but he unfortunately arrived here, so he had to hide and wait for him to leave. But I didn't expect that I would sit for two quarters of an hour.

When he was finally leaving, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he accidentally knocked over the porcelain and exposed the horse's feet, so he was about to escape.

"No, no......"

Yan Changkong was suddenly startled, looked at the murderer in front of him who was getting farther and farther away from him, immediately stopped and turned back.

He can't be Liu Xia!

Yan Changkong clenched his fists in panic and hurriedly flew back to Liu Xia's courtyard.

The moment he landed on the roof, Yan Changkong's mind quickly searched through the furnishings in the house he had just seen in his memory. There was nothing to hide in this room, and the furnishings showed that the owner of the house was not a rich man, nor could he afford porcelain, and his bowls were all pottery. Only in the study of his ear chamber was a painted yellowed porcelain.

Den!

Yan Changkong quickly fell from the place where the black shadow flew out.

Stopping, he looked at the broken porcelain, and was a little panicked for a moment.

Where is it?

He looked around. Where can I hide in this small house?

After turning around in place a few times, Yan Changkong's scalp was a little numb, and fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

He looked at the porcelain on the ground, and then at the table where it had been placed, and he began to assume that he was the murderer, and how he could hit it.

Turning around, he suddenly saw the window.

The window was unclosed, propped up, and the doorway could be seen straight at a glance.

"Ahh

Yan Changkong couldn't help but cry out in surprise. "So, he's not hiding here at all, just because there's a window here to spy on me and I'm not being discovered......"

Yan Changkong thought of this, and his gaze immediately fixed on the other ear chamber.

Only then did he realize that the door of the ear chamber, which had been open, was somewhat closed.

He sprang away in three steps and two steps.

The furnishings of this house are simpler, with only a bed and a basin stand for washing faces, and a large box for clothes and sundries.

He knocked on the box, shook his head, and immediately fixed his gaze on the bottom of the bed.

He immediately leaned down.

He was almost half scared to death - there was a dead man sitting under the bed.

Although he had been prepared, he didn't expect that person to be sitting. However, he quickly remembered the murderer's quirks, and liked to drag corpses to a prominent place and sit in a sitting position.

He patted his chest and straightened up, grabbed the bed board with both hands, and lifted the bed up and turned it upright.

"Liu Xia!" Yan Changkong slapped the deceased's face, hoping that he would still have a breath.

But there was no response, looking at the blood stains on the corners of the deceased's mouth, even if they were all dead for two moments.

It is estimated that when he arrived, Liu Xia had already been murdered. The murderer was going to take him out and put him there, but he didn't expect him to come in.

Looking at the murderer's light skills, he is just a little more powerful than himself, and that martial arts really can't talk about being able to spy on other people's skills when a person is not doing martial arts, so it is impossible for him to know that he knows martial arts.

This Liu Xia is also an ordinary poor scholar, how powerful can the people who come to visit him be? A normal person, seeing his own dress, will definitely think that he is an ordinary scholar. And with the murderer's murderous nature, how could he kill himself without hiding?

All kinds of phenomena are showing a fact......

The murderer knows me!

Yan Changkong's back couldn't help but stand cold.

I have only been in Pingzhou for a few days, and I have been studying in the palace since I was a child, and I have never been out of the palace, let alone Pingzhou, which is so far away.

How could the murderer know himself?!

He stared at the dead Liu Xia, whose body already had a tendency to ossify.

He sighed and laid the deceased flat, wanting to observe the scene of the crime.

It didn't matter, he actually saw the crooked blood words in the deceased's hand.

Yan Changkong guessed that this was the murderer who had just killed someone, thinking that the deceased had lost his breath, and dragged him under the bed, because it was dark, he didn't find that the deceased was still alive, and he left a word on the ground.

It seems that this deceased must have seen the murderer...... That's a clue.

Thinking so, Yan Changkong repeatedly checked the distorted and unformed words.

In fact, looking at Liu Xia's study, I knew that he wrote very delicately during his lifetime, but I didn't expect that the last words he wrote in his life would be like this......

After looking at it for a while, Yan Changkong couldn't tell what the word was. Or maybe it's not a word at all, it's a symbol.

Yan Changkong gestured with his finger to the side, trying to write to see if he could guess what it was.

I painted it several times, and the sky also darkened the moment the sun disappeared.

He was stunned for a moment, and immediately rolled over and flew out of the house.

"Your Excellency, you're finally back. ”

The frowning brows of the four young men hovering in front of the mansion were replaced by relaxed smiles the moment they saw Yan Changkong.

"Well, what about Lord Lin?" Yan Changkong stretched out his head to look at the palace, but he didn't see anyone.

As soon as he heard this question, the faces of the four people suddenly became difficult to look at, Yan Changkong immediately understood something, and asked, "How many have died?"

"All the people on the second street of Yong'an Fang are dead. ”

"What?!"

Yan Changkong didn't calculate that this murderer would kill people on the street so blatantly - and under such strict military deployment.

"It's true," said another young man, "he used explosives, and the houses in the street were all connected, and they were all covered with oil, and they were all over in an instant, and the soldiers sent there were also dead and wounded." ”

"Has anyone seen the murderer?" Yan Changkong thought that there would always be someone who saw him when he came to the street, right? After all, even people like Liu Xia had seen him.

The four young men shook their heads, "All dead, and the survivors are not awake yet." ”

Yan Changkong's heart sank, and he was even more unbelievable about the identity of this murderer.

Explosives are such a thing that can only be used by the army in the entire northern country, and they have to be declared. Where did he get the explosives?

"Let's go, let's see. ”

A group of five people came to Yong'an Fang 2nd Street, and before they entered the street, they saw the fire inside, and the smell of scorched smoke came to their faces, which made people want to vomit.

Outside the street are often people who put out fires, as well as onlookers, and ...... The families of the deceased who did not return home and survived.

The entire intersection of Second Street was filled with cries, sighs, and cacophony of chatter.

Yan Changkong's five people were all in a heavy mood when they saw this scene.

He couldn't help but think of Liu Xia who died under the bed, and he was even more sad.

Looking at the corpses that were carried out, Yan Changkong's eyes turned red.

"Brother Yan, why are you here?"

At this time, Lin Xuanang, who had been extinguishing the fire in the second street, came out with an empty basin, and when he saw Yan Changkong here, he immediately greeted him and asked.

"Your ......, my lord"

Looking at this Lin Xuanang's gray head and dirty face, Yan Changkong was dumbfounded.

"Hey, it's such a big fire, I can't bear it when I'm standing on the side. Lin Xuanang sighed, looked at the people who were crying and scolding on the side, and gritted his teeth and said, "This time, the murderer is really too much!"

Yan Changkong was also ignited by Lin Xuanang's righteous indignation, and held Lin Xuanang's smoky and blackened hand with both hands, and said solemnly: "My lord, don't worry, I will definitely find out the murderer!