"This matter is a bit complicated, but if you peel back the cocoon, you can still see that the crux of the problem is Wu Kai." He Lingchuan said slowly, "It's not just us, Cen Boqing himself thinks like this."

Before the eyeball spider died, he heard Cen Boqing's words clearly.

Although it is known that the person behind the scenes is Cen Boqing, the difficulty of He Lingchuan's handling of this case is that there is no direct evidence to link the crime with Cen Boqing.

Whether it is Fu Songhua's words, the guard's confession, or even Mai Xuewen's behavior, Cen Boqing can deny them all.

That is, there is a lack of critical evidence.

Only by finding a mountain of ironclad evidence that Cen Boqing can't deny, He Lingchuan can be regarded as winning. At this time, he set his sights on Wu Kai.

This old man didn't seem to have any sense of existence, just followed Cen Boqing in and out, but the guards had already identified him as Cen Boqing's confidant, specializing in Cen Boqing's affairs.

The most important thing is that the upper class elites in the entire Baisha also know this.

If they can find a breakthrough from Wu Kai, it will be the human testimony they are striving for.

Jiao Yu subconsciously stretched out his sharp claws: "That's not good, what if Cen Boqing kills him and kills him?" "That's a problem." He Lingchuan stroked his chin, "But if not, it just means that Wu Kai is a very important person, and Cen Boqing doesn't want to give up on him unless he has to."

He had already heard it through the eyeball spider, and Cen Boqing would rather take this risk than kill Wu Kai.

That means that Uncle Wu's work is important and not easy to replace.

E, reminiscent of the fact that it was Wu Kai who boarded the Chaohu Tower that day—to receive the pulp beads that Mr. Mai regularly handed over—He Lingchuan had reason to suspect that he was the person in charge of hunting demons and taking pearls.

If what he expected was correct, it didn't matter whether Mai Xuewen was arrested or not, as long as he caught Uncle Wu and asked him to identify him, Cen Boqing would not be able to clear his suspicions!

Jiao Yu asked, "How are we going to deal with him?" Pick him off when he is single?"

"They have taken precautions, and Wu Kai will not be left alone. Even if it does, I'm afraid it's a trap for us." They can put traps, and so can the other party, which is very fair.

"What then?"

"On the surface, hold your ground for now." He Lingchuan said leisurely, "If we are not in a hurry, there will always be people who are in a hurry."

"Anyone else in a hurry?" Jiao Yu thought for a long time, his tail dangling behind him, "You mean, Mai Xuewen?"

It looked back and found that He Lingchuan had been touching the tiger's head for a long time. This feel is really addictive.

"Mai Xuewen really shouldn't have sent this note." He Lingchuan picked up the note and burned it to ashes, "He probably thinks I'm so angry now, and if I catch a clue, I will definitely use it."

Jiao Yu said in his heart, shouldn't normal people be like this?

At this moment, someone came to the door to look for He Lingchuan again.

This time he received an oiled paper bag, which he opened to reveal a note and a few hairs.

He Lingchuan was a little surprised when he saw it: "Old Mr. Xiang got something so quickly?"

He thought he would have to wait another day or two, but he didn't expect Xiang Yan to be so efficient. It is no wonder that he can be an official in the temple for decades, until he retires peacefully.

When He Lingchuan went down to the latrine outside, another eyeball spider exploded in his ears.

"I didn't expect Cen Boqing to find your companion." "Yes, he deserves death!"

"Mmmm, I won't let him go, I will definitely let him deserve it."

"No, no, no, you just stay by my side and don't have to keep an eye on him." He Lingchuan plucked out his ears, and the angry screams of the little spider almost burst his eardrums, but only he could hear it, "He has taken precautions, I don't want you to die too."

Alas, all he had left was a spider spy. I don't know if I can add it when I see Zhu Erniang in the future.

When it gets dark, a third guest arrives.

The inn where He Lingchuan stayed was really lively today. The person who came was actually the Baisha County Order.

"Tian County Order?" He Lingchuan's surprise was not fake, "Why are you here?"

"I'll send you an invitation." Tian Xian Ling smiled and said, "The day after tomorrow is the Lotus Festival, this is white

The biggest festival of summer in Sha Ji is celebrated by the residents of the whole city. Can you enjoy it?"

"Funny, but irreverent." He Lingchuan stroked his chin, "What other big guys will go?" What about Zhongsun Mou?"

"Zhongsun, Zhongsun-sama has promised to go." Tian Xian Ling snorted for a moment before saying, "He will also give a speech at the opening ceremony."

"Oh, he's so idle?"

"yes, yes." Tian Xian Ling put down the invitation, stepped forward and whispered, "The news you asked me to inquire about before—"

"Huh?"

"Lord Zhongsun arrived at Baisha, and this rumor was released by the Cen Mansion first." Tian Xian Ling said softly, "It was said by the family members of Cen Mansion at the gathering."

"Sure enough." He Lingchuan nodded, "The hard work Tian County has ordered."

"It's a gesture." Tian Xian Ling said, "Cen Mansion is sending people all over the city to search for Fu Songhua. Baisha is such a big place, and the Cen family knows everything about this place, I'm afraid it ......."

"Expected." He Lingchuan said, "Tian County Ling has a heart."

"Where, where." Tian Xian Ling is an interesting person, and he left after saying something. The tiger licked his paws on the side: "This information has long been behind."

They already knew that Cen Fu was behind the scenes.

"I don't expect the Tian County Order to get any useful information." He Lingchuan was clear in his heart, "As long as we make sure that he is not involved, we can have a big less resistance."

Tian Xian Ling itself is not important, but he did not stand opposite He Lingchuan, which is very important.

After all, he is still an official of the Chiyan Kingdom.

......

The rain of midsummer came as soon as it was said, but it refused to go, and it rained densely for most of the day.

There were several waves of guests coming to the door.

He Lingchuan didn't expect that the people who came were all officials of the Chiyan Kingdom, some retired and some incumbents. There are several more who came together.

Everyone uses the same reason:

The special envoy has worked hard to investigate the case, and we have come to pay a special visit, and a small gift is not a tribute.

All the officials came with a smile, talked with a smile, and left with a smile.

He Lingchuan didn't understand, which one was this singing?

Jiao Yu flicked his tail, and it was rare that the envoy also didn't understand something: "Meaning, they are all on our side. It seems that Cen Boqing, the magnates of Lingxu City, are also unpopular locally."

He Lingchuan let out a long sigh.

After the guests left, he didn't bother to move, except for cultivation, he just sat and watched the rain hit the plantains, or he played the flute and played the horn.

The flute is a bamboo flute he bought in the market, and the sound quality is so-so, which is very different from Sun Poria's bone flute.

Anyway, his level is so-so.

Ahem, in fact, there has been progress compared to the previous days, at least I can play a complete tune.

There are still breaks in between, so let's not mention any rhythm for the time being. He really has no talent for music.

At this time, the tiger has to leave under the pretext of an excuse. Only the Soul Mirror was sad and endured in silence:

It can't walk without legs!

From the view from the second floor, you can see the small lake ten feet away, the pink and tender lotus buds are washed by the rain and are shy and timid, and the flowers and branches are trembling by the frogs.

Seeing these frogs who organized a chorus when they had nothing to do, He Lingchuan inevitably thought of the snail toad.

Mr. Mai probably hid in a corner of Baisha, silently paying attention to the turmoil he stirred up, right?

Just then, a small black thing flew in from outside the wall and swept towards his window.

He Lingchuan thought it was a bat, because it flapped its wings. But it would be wrong to fly any closer

It's a trap bird.

This thing is a little bigger than a pigeon, the workmanship is relatively rough, and there are only a few parts in it when it is taken apart, and there is a wind control circle.

This thing will fly more than 100 zhang in the sky, and Wu Shaoyi's flying pigeon that can fly more than ten miles in his hand cannot be discussed.

It couldn't even land normally, so it was hard to get started

The ground flew into the window and fell headlong. He Lingchuan took two steps back, ready for it to explode.

However, the bird just lay on the ground, flapped its wings twice and did not move.

Jiao Yu, the fierce tiger who was just about to go out, turned around and pounced, stretched out his paws and pulled it twice: "There is a slit in the abdomen."

He Lingchuan pulled out the belly of the trap bird, and sure enough, there was a cassette. When I opened it, there was another note inside:

"Three hours later, the rain pavilion on the east shore of Luan Lake, please come alone." The tiger also saw it and sighed, "Is this another ......?"

"Probably Mai Xuewen." The handwriting on the strip is very familiar to He Lingchuan, and it is indeed similar to that in the account book, "We haven't moved for a long time, and he is in a hurry."

"Are you going to the appointment?"

It stands to reason that He Lingchuan shouldn't go.

It's an extraordinary time, Zhong Sun Mou, Cen Fu and the new Fan brothers are all staring at him, and I don't know how many eyeliners there are outside this inn. If these people find out that he has a private meeting with Mai Xuewen, the consequences will be unimaginable.

He Lingchuan could imagine Zhongsun Mou laughing wildly and splashing dirty water on his head. But Mak Xuewen obviously knows more of the inside story, which will help him break the current deadlock.

What's more, He Lingchuan always remembered one thing, which was not enough for outsiders: the painting in Mai Xue's library, the bone flute in the painting.

He looked out the window at the rain.

"Stealing rain instead of snow, this weather is a good time to go out." The pedestrians on the street were holding oil-paper umbrellas, so that they couldn't see their faces. "So ————"

"———— not going."

Jiao Yu knew a little about him now, and he was not surprised: "You really want to go to the meeting alone? It's too dangerous...... Well? You don't want to go?"

"yes."

「......」

"Mai Xuewen saw that I had died down in the past few days, and he couldn't figure out what was going on, maybe he thought I was scared again." He Lingchuan said lazily, "If he's in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry."

This guy has a big heart. The tip of the tiger's tail curled, just as Xiang Yan said, He Lingchuan is now in danger, and Zhongsun Mou and the others are trying to kill him.

It all thought that He Lingchuan would immediately fight back after being attacked twice in a row. Maybe the other side is also waiting for such a reaction.

However, it didn't.

He Lingchuan nodded, remembering something: "By the way, according to Fu Shanyue's reply, he should ......

"It's coming."

"That's good."