Gu Qingting was full of doubts in his heart, and wanted to interrogate the person who was tied up that day, but in order to prevent him from seeking death, he stuffed his mouth with cloth.

took down the cloth group and signaled him not to make a noise, and Gu Qingting talked eloquently:

"No matter what glorious status others have promised you, now you can't even get out of this door. Whether you can get the wealth or not depends on me. If you do, there may be a chance. If you keep your mouth shut, you will not be able to escape from this square inch now. If I want you to die, you can die in a thousand ways with just a finger. I just want to hear it, what do you have to say? The man immediately looked a little flustered, and his eyes dodged as if he was calculating.

Gu Qingting saw his vacillation clearly, and said in a low voice:

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it, I respect you as a man, and I will make your death more enjoyable." As soon as these words came out, the man was stunned on the spot.

Gu Qingting struck while the iron was hot, took out the medicine bottle from his body and was about to start. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a figure at the door, and when I looked closely, it was long gone.

And the man who was tied to his knees was already wet on his side. Gu Qingting thought that this person was really not frightened, could the person at the door just now also be an informant?

Ignoring interrogation, he hurriedly went to Liu Mianxi to discuss the matter. If there were informants among them, everything they had done now would have been in vain.

It is imperative to cast a long line to catch big fish. If they are also informants, they will definitely find a way to rescue that person, or in order to avoid exposing another hidden stake, that person will choose to commit suicide.

Now let's wait and see what happens. Murong resigned and rested for a few days, and in order to thank Gu Qingting and the disciples of the Hengyang faction for their help, he specially went down the mountain and transported wine to hold a banquet.

The atmosphere was very lively that night, and everyone was very happy, everyone was so drunk that they stumbled back to their rooms to rest.

The wine of the feasters was all in the temple, and the sparks of the forgotten lamps fell to the ground, and a fire was kindled.

Until the fire reached the beams of the house, the smoke made the sleeping people a little breathless, and everyone woke up and went to the temple to put out the fire.

The darkness and the light of fire merged with each other, and finally succeeded in extinguishing it with the combined efforts of everyone. At this moment, everyone was exhausted, and it was not until the next day that Gu Qingting found out that the person locked in the room had died with a knife in the chest.

Thinking of the abnormal fire last night, I can't help but shudder. Liu Mianxi, who thought the same as him, looked for him early in the morning without success, and also went to the informant's room.

The same scene made him stunned, and the clues that he had finally obtained were now broken without a trace.

Needless to say, the tacit understanding between them is that there is something strange about last night's fire. The banquet was mentioned by Murong Ci, and the wine was also bought by him, and the timing of his return was really suspicious.

But now there is no evidence, and reasoning alone can not lead to any substantive results. The current situation seems to push them deeper into the whirlpool