When the first rays of sunlight in the morning poured into the carpet of the room, the song of Qili had already come from the window, which was also the chirping of the birds and the greeting from the morning.

The sound of boiling water in a pot, the sound of people washing their faces with the laziness of getting up, the sound of the wheels of the ox cart and the carriage as they walk, and many more sounds converge into a symphony unique to the early morning of the countryside.

Energizing power for the early morning people.

This is also one of the reasons why Jiang Heng can't close his eyes now, "Oh my God, it looks like you can't sleep if you're lazy." Jiang Heng had no choice but to rub his tired eyes and rarely get up before Meisha called him.

Although Meisha tried her best to restore the guest room where the Publin patriarch entertained them to the appearance of Jiang Heng's room, Jiang Heng looked at the unfamiliar ceiling and finally lost sleep. I think it took him three or four days to get used to sleeping in the police station, "The problem of loving the bed is going to be changed." He slapped his cheeks vigorously with both hands to sober himself up.

After getting dressed, I went downstairs to the living room.

Most of the buildings of the Green Forest people are three-storey, and the lowest floor is a living room, a dining room, a firewood room, a toilet and a stable cowshed for cattle and horses. On the second floor is the bedrooms for lounging. The third floor is the loft roof, which is basically used as a storage room.

"Good morning, young master," Meisha, who was busy in the kitchen, looked at Jiang Heng with some surprise, "Didn't you sleep well, why did you get up so early today?"

Looking at Pu Bulin and Locktie, who were already sitting at the dining table, Jiang Heng waved his hand again and again, "No, it's just that I'm just a little excited when I think of investigating the case today." ”

Publin looked a little embarrassed, his cheeks were slightly red, "Originally, you were a guest, but you still asked Miss Mesa to prepare breakfast, which is really unreasonable." ”

Mesa smiled, "No, Patriarch Pubrin, it's a maid's job, and I like to cook, so there's no need to be embarrassed." ”

Lockty also made a grimace next to her, and smiled at her grandfather, "Sister Mesa's cooking is much better than that of Grandpa, you often either burn or have less spices, so that I often go to other people's houses to eat." ”

Pubulin deliberately coughed twice to hide his more ruddy face, "What nonsense is the child talking about, I have already cooked for the whole family by yourself at this time, how can you know how to eat like this little girl you are now." ”

Jiang Heng also sat down with a smile, looked around, felt a little empty, and suddenly asked curiously, "Is this house just for the two of you?"

They arrived at Pubulin's house late yesterday, and they wanted to rest as soon as possible after a day's journey, so they didn't ask too much. When I think about it now, I have some doubts.

Who knew that after listening to Jiang Heng's words, Pu Bulin's tone became low, "Lockty's grandmother died of illness a few years ago, and as for her parents, the two of them are also ......."

Jiang Heng suddenly realized that he might have asked something that shouldn't be asked. He immediately said, "I'm sorry, I don't ......"

"The two of them are also like death, hanging around outside all day!" said Publin angrily.

"Huh?"

Locky played with the knife and fork in his hand on the side, adding his grandfather's unfinished words, "My parents said two years ago that they wanted to go out and see a new world. As a result, for two whole years, if it weren't for the fact that they would send letters back every month, my father and I were worried that they would not be able to return to the arms of the rangers outside. ”

First of all, he sighed that the current express business scope is really wide, and Jiang Heng felt speechless for his self-blame just now. Colsoly, a waste of feelings.

At this time, Meisha brought a large pot of porridge and some side dishes to the table. "It's time to eat!"

Then, Meisha also sat down next to Jiang Heng, "The dishes in your tribe are really fresh, and there are many ingredients that I have never seen before. ”

Publin and Lockty put their rice bowls in front of them, closed their eyes, took out a branch, held it in front of them, and whispered, "Thank you for the gift of the forest for giving us food." Thank you to the rangers for giving us peace and ......"

Jiang Heng and Mei Sha watched with curious eyes as they finished reciting a string of prayers. Pu Bulin, who opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Heng with the curious look on their faces, and replied: "This is the blessing that our Green Forest people must recite every day before meals and before major events begin, in order to educate ourselves and future generations not to forget what we rely on to survive." ”

"Excellent customs. Jiang Heng nodded, he had to admit that these customs that seemed superstitious, but could effectively ensure people's survival, could make them always in awe. After all, the source of death comes from ignorance and fearlessness.

After a simple but hearty breakfast, Messa began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and Lockty jumped up and down to help. Jiang Heng said to Publin with a serious face, "Then let's start." ”

"Young Master," Meisha handed a handkerchief from the side, "you haven't wiped your mouth just now." ”

"Oh, sorry. Jiang Heng took the handkerchief, wiped his mouth seriously, handed it back to Mesha, and continued to say to Publin with a serious and slightly red face, "Then let's start!"

Publin was very amused, "Then I'll take you to the entrance of the canyon first." ”

Jiang Heng and Pu Bulin walked on the forest path from the Green Forest People tribe to the entrance of the Eya Grand Canyon.

Pu Bulin, who was originally quiet, suddenly asked Jiang Heng coldly, "Your Excellency Jiang Heng, did you have the investigation report of your sheriff?"

Jiang Heng was stunned for a moment, and then he understood Pu Bulin's thoughts, and he patted his satchel, "Don't worry, I brought it." ”

Publin nodded reassuringly.

He really didn't believe in himself, after all, who called himself now just a white feather-level swordsman, Jiang Heng thought, he just wanted to borrow his own hand and ask for assistance from Biyan City behind him......

Biyan City Public Security Office

In a secret room filled with animal and plant specimens, fossils, and all sorts of strange instruments. Mo was dressed in a white coat and was fiddling with a microscope-like instrument to observe some gray matter.

There was a sharp knock on the door. Mo didn't look up, "Please come in." ”

At this time, a young man in a security uniform walked in, "Brother Mo, I'm back." ”

Mo raised his head and looked at the visitor at this time, "Han, you're back, did you bring something?"

The young man named Ah Han hurriedly took out a small paper bag from his arms, stepped forward and handed it to Mo, "Bring it back, it's here!"

Mo took it and opened it, and it was another small packet of gray matter. "Didn't make a mistake, did you?". "Don't worry!" Han patted his chest, "theirs and the others are separated, easy to find, and you can't make a mistake!"

After listening to Han's assurance, Mo was relieved, he took some with a small spoon and put it on the glassware, put it under the instrument just now, and continued to observe.

Ah Han looked at Mo, his heart was obviously full of doubts, "Brother Mo, you left me a secret note early this morning and told me to steal this thing back, what are you doing?"

Mo didn't raise his head, "Of course it's for case handling." ”

Ah Han was even more puzzled, "What can the ashes of some death row prisoners break?"

Mo had already finished observing at this time, poured those ashes into a glass of water, and dipped some with a gold wire with his left hand. "This year's instrument theft in the Ling Season, the prison murder a week ago. ”

After saying that, a snake-like flame wrapped around the golden thread along his fingers, and Mo took out a blue chip in his right hand, and his eyes observed the burning golden thread through it.

"What does that matter? And why did you ask me to steal it? Isn't the crematorium a subordinate property of the prison? Just say no to the warden of Gai Valen. And why did you let me not enter through the West Gate? It was a big detour to avoid the city guards all the way. ”

"You have so many questions. Mo extinguished the flame in his hand, poured some white vinegar into the ashes liquid just now, and looked at the white bubbles coming out of it, "Now the prison, the Xicheng defenders, and the city guards are all suspicious, and there may be internal ghosts." Our vigilante is now the most trusted force of the city lords, so we must be careful in everything and avoid their eyes and ears. ”

Ah Han straightened his collar and wiped his non-existent sweat, "Brother Mo, don't scare me, you are saying this as if we have enemies everywhere." ”

Mo collected a cup of bubble gas, "I'm not alarmist. He lit a small stick and put it into the cup, and the burning stick was extinguished instantly, "but this is the situation in which we are." ”

"Then Brother Mo, have you found anything?" Ah Han asked, then remembered something, and immediately asked, "Brother Mo, you told me to steal the ashes from the crematorium, are you suspicious of the prison director of Gavalen?"

"There are some discoveries," Mo pushed away his chair and stood up, "Also, that's what the city lord meant." ”

He picked up the ashes and the things that Han had brought out from the first observation, and walked up to Han, "What do you see the difference between the two?"

Ah Han took a closer look at the things in Mo's hand and saw some differences, "Brother Mo, the ashes you asked me to bring back are more delicate, while the other pile is a little rough and has a lot of particles." What is this?"

Momo silently walked over to a taxidermy table containing a bone specimen of a bighorn deer and picked up a bone, "Those are the real ashes." ”

Suddenly, a fierce flame erupted on Mo's hand, constantly burning the bone, but after a while, he opened his hand, revealing a pile of things that were the same as those gray substances just now.

Han's pupils suddenly shrank, "Brother Mo, you mean, those things I brought are not ashes at all!"

"It's not. Mo's eyes were full of seriousness, "At least not mostly." ”

"And what are these things?"

"Wood Ash," he didn't bring Han to the bench he had just taken, "Iron Ash Ash, its wood is black, and after being burned at high temperatures, it has ashes similar to animal ashes. ”

He looked curiously at the series of strange instruments on the non-operating table, "Then Brother Mo, how do you know?"

"It's very simple," Mo dipped some wood ash liquid with gold wire, burned it over a small fire, and handed the blue chip just now to Han, "You can look at the flame through it yourself." ”

Ah Han curiously stared at the flame with one eye through the blue chip, "Brother Mo, it's purple. ”

"This is a color change reaction that can be used to distinguish some specific metal elements," Mo smiled and looked at the curious Han, "To put it simply, the liquid of these specific metal elements will show different colors under the high temperature flame, and in turn, we can judge what metal element is by color." ”

"The color you observe through the blue cobalt glass is purple, and the color it represents should not be the elements of real ashes, but the elements contained in the ashes of plants and trees. ”

With that, he paused for a moment.

Only Ah Han was there and continued to watch with interest.

After a few minutes, "Han, do you know what that means?"

"This means that the bodies of those condemned prisoners are not disposed of in crematoriums at all. So where are they going to be transported?" Han also remembered at this time.

"It's not so much the corpses as the people aren't dead at all. Mo touched his chin.

"Huh?!"

"Last night, the lord of the city deliberately reminded me that now the condemned prisoners were sentenced to death by poison and then sent to the crematorium. If someone manipulates the medicine and replaces it with a medicine that only temporarily deprives people of vital signs or has extremely weak vital signs, and then they are transported to the crematorium, replaced, and faked as dead, then they are free. ”

Speaking of this, Mo sneered.

"Who is going to do this, and why is he doing it?"

Mo looked at Han speechlessly, "I don't believe you can't analyze it, there are only a handful of people in our city who are capable of doing this kind of thing, and the most suspicious person is ......"

"Prison Warden Gavalen!" Ah Han first exclaimed, then touched the back of his head and smiled, "It's not because Brother Mo is so smart, just leave all your thinking to you." ”

Immediately afterward, Han asked, "Why did the mastermind behind the scenes do this?"

"It's very simple, I want people. Mo sat back in his chair, "The mastermind behind the scenes should have been planning for a long time, accepting a large number of death row prisoners as his subordinates, these people have murders, and most of them are extremely vicious, this mastermind behind the scenes can't do anything without some ability." And he should be in great need of manpower. ”

Mo tilted the back of his head and stared at the ceiling, "I was still wondering how that group of armed forces infiltrated before. At that time, according to intelligence, eyewitness testimonies, it seemed that there were a large number of Terrans among the militants. At the time, I was still wondering how there could be so many people who were not registered, as if they appeared out of thin air, and now that I think about it, it should be those condemned prisoners. ”

"Do we need to keep an eye on the warden of Gayvalen?" said Han.

"Don't go yet," Mo shook his head, "We're not sure if it's him at all, if we don't say anything about misunderstanding, we'll even startle the snake, and maybe the snake's head will bite back." We should start with those condemned prisoners, no, now it should be the militants. First, it will not be too noticeable and justifiable, and second, it can test the reaction of each suspect. ”

"But we don't have any clues about the militants, how can we investigate?" asked Han, puzzled.

Mo smiled, took out a piece of paper from the drawer, and handed it to Han.

Han took the paper and read it, "Sheriff's Investigation Application Report of the Sheriff of Shire......

After reading it, Han was a little shocked, "A large number of Inhumans are missing! Suspected to be the work of the Terrans! Could this be ......?"

"That's right, it's your 'can'. Mo clasped his hands together, and his face finally showed a hint of relief, "This is a sheriff named Lottie, who just sent a report this morning, and gave me a clue in time. ”

As he spoke, he sighed again, "Our censorship system should really be changed, it's too complicated, this report the day before yesterday, excluding the time of travel, actually took a full twelve hours to approve and send it to me." ”

After he finished speaking, he stood up, "Although I don't know if those people are preparing to change careers to become slave traders, this is our wonderful clue, and we can't let it go!"

His fist slammed on the table, and the sound of the bang contained his awareness that the investigation of the incident must have been successful, as well as his determination to make others take him seriously.

"I won't let you down," Mo thought to himself, "Father!"