The old man screamed and passed out directly.

His eyeballs were plucked out raw, and he rolled in Zhongsun Mou's spoon, completely complete.

Zhongsun Mou grabbed the cup casually, poured water to wash his eyes, and then put it under the light to take a closer look.

"Sure enough, it's this thing." He picked out a small, bloodworm-like creature from his eyeball, and it landed on the table and wriggled, "Eye Mites."

This insect is harmless to people, and the old man doesn't even know that he has been planted with such a thing. It is a medium that allows the user to share the horizon with the eye mite host.

Because the eye mite itself is a parasite, the guards checked the remnants of magic and spells on the old man's body before, but found nothing. However, this kind of insect will adjust its body color in the case of sudden changes in light, which is why this flaw was caught by Zhongsun Mou.

There is no doubt that it was Mr. Mai who did the tricks for the old man's eyes.

That is to say, what the gatekeeper sees, Mr. Mai can also see, and he does not need to come forward in person.

Zhong Sun Mou was shocked when he saw the eye mites, and instead of being angry, he was happy: "The distance between the eye mites and the owner should not be too far apart, otherwise it will fail." He instructed the guards, "Send men to speed up the search, this guy is probably still hiding in the town!"

The subordinates hurriedly went to do it, dragged the old man away by the way, and then took water to wash the blood on the ground.

Zhongsun Mou stood by the window and took a long breath.

The subject of the investigation is very cunning, and these arrangements cannot be improvised, especially the trick of eye mites.

In other words, after the old man walked into the small courtyard, Mr. Mai saw everything in the courtyard clearly through his eyes.

How many people are chasing him, what they look like, and what relationship they have with each other, these materials are easily obtained by the other party.

......

Half an hour later, the guards returned:

The local government office is very cooperative, and the streets and alleys of Shuanglu Town have posted bounties, and Mr. Mak's portrait is on the wall, and there are people on the side who preach loudly. Those who can report Mr. Mai's whereabouts will receive fifteen taels of silver, which attracted many townspeople to watch.

Some people were also surprised, saying that Mr. Mai seemed to be a good person, but he didn't expect that he was actually a fugitive.

Zhong Sun Mou's men hurried to ask, and the townspeople confirmed that Mr. Mak was indeed like this, and that there were several merchants in the town who bought goods from him for business.

The description of the old man at the gate is still very accurate.

Now, of course, these businessmen have been taken down for questioning.

Zhongsun Mou listened to the report with his eyes half-closed, and suddenly asked, "By the way, what about the group surnamed He?"

"They have left Mr. Mak's house and gone back to the inn."

"Didn't go anywhere else?"

"No, just go back to the inn and don't stay anywhere else."

Zhongsun Mou chuckled, "I also said that they have other skills." I see.

"But after you left, they stayed at Mr. Mak's house for more than two quarters."

"Do what?"

"I don't know, the two wind beasts are guarding the door, and we can't get in, but they are gathered in the study and talking, as if they are still watching something together."

Zhongsun Mou's face was slightly gloomy, but he quickly figured it out: "They arrived one step ahead of me, and they searched or found something, but they refused to share it with me."

"Besides, what is the number of this surname He? Is there any news from the Shiraishi Prefectural Order?"

"It's also the first time I've seen him in Baishi County, and I've only heard from Guard Jiao that the envoy is not from the Chiyan Kingdom, and the prince has a lot of respect for him."

"Not from the Red Yan Kingdom?" Zhongsun was surprised, "Fu Shanyue actually found a foreigner to be his envoy?"

The guards couldn't answer this question again.

An envoy is not just a nickname, but must also have corresponding privileges.

Giving these powers to foreigners, Fuyama is more big-hearted or does he trust this person in particular?

This eldest son of the Chiyan Kingdom, Zhongsun Mou knows better than others. What can make such an arrogant and fierce person as Fushan Yue also respect, there should be two brushes himself.

But he hated Wu and Wu before, and he was surnamed He

of them did not have a good face.

At this time, there was another humanitarian:

"My lord, chewing tobacco has been identified, and it is indeed produced in Qizhou, Chiyan Country."

Mr. Mak hid half a tube of chewing tobacco on his desk, and they also brought it back for analysis.

Zhongsun Mou snorted, "Still use them for identification? Only Qizhou's chewing tobacco is made of white-skinned bamboo tubes, which can produce a citrus-like aroma."

Not only are the demon kingdoms of Bega having their own tobacco production, but even the chewing tobacco produced by the same demon country is also divided into regions.

One side of the water and soil supports one side of the people, and in the same way, the people of one side are also used to chewing tobacco on the other side.

Zhongsun Mou knew that many powerful people and businessmen went out, and they also brought local chewing tobacco out, so they were not used to changing the brand.

"Also, the clothes I got from the cupboard in Mr. Mak's bedroom."

"How?"

"We brought back twelve pieces, two of which were made of 'Yanghu White'." This humane, "Yanghu Bai" is a time-honored brand in Qizhou, a specialty of Baishaqu, which is deeply loved by the locals. Both of these have been worn for a while, and they are not brand new."

If you wear it every day, it is not specially placed to confuse people.

Zhongsun Mou said slowly, "Qizhou Baishaqu?"

That place was already close to the northern border of the Red Yan Kingdom, and after a hundred and ten miles to the north, it was the boundary of Lingxu City.

After another moment, the guard reported again:

"My lord, Mr. Mak's account books have been analyzed."

They almost emptied Mr. Mai's study, especially all the paperwork, and did not leave a single piece of paper for He Lingchuan.

Although these documents may have been used by Mr. Mak as a cover, Zhong Sunmou still thinks they are meaningful.

Because these businesses are real.

Where there is, there will be traces.

He had a large number of men, and he quickly came up with the results of the analysis:

Mr. Mak was mainly in the herb and oil business, but it was a small business, and in Frostdew Town it was at best a low-to-medium size and unremarkable.

But such a small business cannot be supported by him alone, especially since Mr. Mai only comes to Frost Dew Town three or four times a year.

Business needs to be approached, and interviews are required, unless ......

"He has a local warehouse in Frostdew Town, so he doesn't have to worry about the import and export of goods, and the guests usually go there to sign and pay for things when they want to buy things."

"So, he's just an underwriter?" Zhongsun Mou's face suddenly became solemn, "He still has a family!"

"Yes, we've found his source too, and it's likely in--"

Zhongsun Mou interrupted him, "Near Baishaqu in Qizhou?"

"Ah no, it's Qizhou, but it's in Hive Mountain." The subordinate hurriedly said, "It may be twenty or thirty miles away from Baisha."

Zhongsun Mou nodded: "The cunning rabbit doesn't eat the grass next to the nest, he won't directly expose the nest."

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door outside the guest room.

The guard opened the door and saw the old postman holding an oiled paper bag:

"There's a letter from outside asking us to pass it on to your lords here."

The guards didn't dare to send the oil paper package directly to Zhongsun Mou, so they only opened it by the door.

There's a book wrapped in it.

Zhongsun Mou looked at it and said, "Huh", "Who sent this?"

......

After He Lingchuan returned to the inn, he first filled his belly, and then went back to the house to breathe.

Others thought he was an old god, and he didn't even lean over to ask more about General Ling's impatience.

In fact, through the perspective of the eyeball spider, he had a full view of what happened to Zhongsun Mou.

There are monsters all around you, and your combat power is good, but when it comes to reading documents and analyzing data, you have to do it with humans. The manpower is limited, so it is better to pick a ready-made one from Zhongsun Mou.

That's why he had allowed Zhongsun Mou to take all the paperwork away before—he couldn't grab much anyway.

"In other words, all the clues point to the vicinity of Baishaqi in Qizhou? This seemingly shrewd figure of Mr. Mak would leave such an obvious clue?"

At this moment, there was a sound of peeling pecking at the door.

He Lingchuan opened the door, and the shopkeeper standing outside handed over an oiled paper bag:

"My lord, someone designated this for you."

The tiger, who was originally lying on the soft couch licking his fur, raised his head when he heard the sound.

He Lingchuan took the paper bag: "What does that person look like? Where did you go?"

"Yes, it was brought by a lame beggar in the back alley."

He Lingchuan didn't listen to him, jumped downstairs one by one, and caught up with the beggar outside the store in two steps.

Since he is lame, he can't walk fast.

He took out two copper plates and shook them in front of the beggar, "In which direction did the person who asked you send this go?"

The beggar pointed to the west.

It happened that Jiao Yu also heard the sound, and He Lingchuan asked it to sniff the smell on the oil paper package: "Chase!"

This is using the tiger as a dog. Jiao Yu didn't have time to bury him, so he ran forward with a little taste.

He Lingchuan then had the time to ask the beggar, "What does that person look like?"

"Tall, gray, well-dressed, but the brim of his hat covers his face, and he can't see it."

He Lingchuan threw the copper plate to him and went upstairs by himself.

After about a cup of tea, the tiger returned.

When He Lingchuan saw that it returned empty-handed, he comforted: "It's okay, it took a long time for this lame man to walk into the store, which is enough for Mr. Mai to retreat calmly."

Otherwise, why would people find a cripple?

"The smell is gone halfway through." Jiao Yu shook his head, "He used some spells to cover himself. What's in the paper bag?"

At this point, there was a sudden sound of a few clicks on the floor outside the door, and then a knock on the door.

This knock on the door was very distinctive, and He Lingchuan knew that it was General Ling who was coming as soon as he heard it.

When he opened the door, he saw that the old sheep had shrunk to the size of an ordinary sheep, and he looked up at him with his eyes: "I hear movement here!"

"You've got long legs." He Lingchuan knew that General Ling probably had one ear to always listen here, and he didn't let go of the wind and grass.

To be honest, whether it's a human or a youkai, it's worth respecting your people for being so dedicated.

He let the sheep in, took out the oiled paper bag, and opened it in front of the two monsters.

There was a book here, strictly a codex, about seventy or eighty pages, but the cover was crisp and brand new.

Jiao Yu Daqi: "Hey, this is ...... "Worship of the Gods"?"

This masterpiece is a codex written by the former demon emperor Wu Chen in the later years of Bega, and it is in the hands of the nobles of Lingxu City and all the demon kings of the domain.

Of course, the homes of the people in Lingxu City and the capitals of the demon kingdoms may also have collections.

Of course, both Jiao Yu and General Ling had read the book: "Who will send you this?"