"Both of them can look featureless, and people can't remember it at all, it's not simple."

Qingyan thought for a moment and asked Lan Yi, "Do you think they will be intolerant?" ”

"Very likely."

"Let's go see the corpse first, and then you think about it, if there are any clues, let the division inform me."

As soon as Qingyan and Lan Yi walked on their front feet, the old man walked out of nowhere, carrying a broom on his shoulder.

"How can there be other men?"

He is really afraid that this stinky girl will change one a day, and it will be useless for him to apologize for his sins with death when the time comes.

Can't the little girl's family be a little pure?

The old man looked at the direction in which the two were leaving, and sighed heavily.

Then look back at the sneaky people in the storeroom.

Si Hui had already seen the old man, and he hid in the treasury to invite you into the urn, plus catch turtles in the urn.

Unexpectedly, he waited for a long time, and the old man only looked around at the door, walking around, but he didn't come in.

So much so that he was in the urn all the time, and he couldn't get out.

Qingyan followed Lan Yi to the house of the dead preparatory disciple.

Ordinary people, seven or eight children, the death of an unfavored one doesn't seem to have much effect.

Compared with finding the murderer, the child's parents seem to be more concerned about whether Wuxian Academy can pay a funeral fee, and it would be better if there was an additional pension.

Qingyan looked at the forgotten corpse in the corner, and then looked at the child's parents with shy faces and Lan Yan fighting for more money, and her mood was suddenly extremely depressed.

A fresh life died in the best of years, but no one took pity on it.

What kind of existence is a child to a parent?

Shaking off the cranky thoughts in his head, Qingyan lifted the tattered straw mat.

The immature face had begun to puff, the lips were purple and black, and there was also a big mouth on the waist, and the blood glowing with purple metallic light had long since dried up.

"It's exactly the same as the wound on your wallet."

Purse?

Lan Yan didn't know who the wallet was, he only knew the young master of the Qian family.

Didn't the young master of the Qian family call Qian Yiliang?

How do you call it a wallet?

When looking at the corpse of the second teenager, Qingyan concluded that the murderer was the same person.

"When these two people had an accident, no one else saw them, and there were no clues on them, so it seems that they can only ask Young Master Qian again to see what he can remember."

Lan Yi hung his head in annoyance, and took the wooden card of the academy, which was the person from his Wuxian Academy, and he died like this, and he couldn't find the murderer, which made it difficult for him to accept.

"Who said there were no clues." Qingyan wrapped the wooden sign in the boy's hand with a white handkerchief.

"The person who found the body said that the wooden plaque was thrown far away, and someone must have picked it up."

"But there's nothing on the wooden sign." Lan Yi didn't think it was useful.

"I saw a book in the library that recorded a way to reveal the previous scene by touching the traces on the object, but if it was too long, or if the traces were deliberately erased, it would not be revealed."

Lan Yi had only heard that the mirror could see the scene from 108,000 miles away, but he didn't know that there was another way to go back to the past.

Qingyan thought in his heart, but at this time, it would be perfect to have monitoring.

You can know who it is directly playback, saving her her brain.

"Then Elder Qingyan knows this method?"

Lan Yan looked very eager to see it, which made Qingyan a little embarrassed.

She'd seen it and remembered the general technical steps.

As for the actual operation, she can't.

"Why don't I try?" Qingyan didn't have the slightest confidence in what he said.

Lan Yi immediately took the wooden card, spread it in the palm of her hand with a white handkerchief and held it up in front of her, "Please." ”

Qingyan rode a tiger hard, so he had to recall the specific method.

Close your eyes and adjust your breath, and the control of a moment and breath is exactly the same, to the realm of extreme tranquility.

Luck in the dantian, with the god to control the Qi, set in the palm of the hand, flick the wooden card.

She was just trying, but she didn't expect a phanther to appear above the wooden card.

"Yes, there really is!" Blue Calamus whispered.

The phantom was dressed in black as Qian Qi'er said, but his face was not ordinary, and there was a scar on his eyebrows.

"It's very recognizable, and it doesn't seem to be hard to find."

Qingyan sighed, finally not disgraced herself.

"But in this vast sea of people, where are you going to find it?"

"To the Che Kuo Building, of course."

"Never! The master of Qikuolou is like a cloud, among which there are many cultivators, I heard that the owner of Qikuolou has reached the peak of Jindan, with our cultivation, it is undoubtedly to die. ”

"Sent to death? No, we can't make unnecessary sacrifices. ”

Between justice and small life, Qingyan decisively chose the latter.

Besides, she didn't plan to go straight to Qikuolou, she just wanted to take a look around the neighborhood and maybe find the murderer.

Qingyan asked Lan Yi to give ten taels of silver to each of the two families, the small family had never seen so much money, and thanked the two of them for Dade, and knelt all the way to the entrance of the village.

When Edgeworth flew past the stone pavilion of Qikuo Tower, Qingyan couldn't help but ask Lan Yan to go down and take a look.

Lan Yi led her to a tavern not far from the Chikuo Building, and the door of the Chekuo Building could be clearly seen on the second floor of the tavern.

"Hidden in the city, it seems that the people in Qikuolou have a lot of ideas."

Qingyan looked at the endless stream of people downstairs, and couldn't believe that the lair of a killer organization would be placed in a crowded market.

"Guest, what do you want to eat?"

The tavern junior came over with two jugs of wine, grabbed the cloth on his shoulder, wiped the table, and put a pot in front of each of them.

"Don't drink, bring us a pot of tea." Green Smoke pushes away the flask.

"The drinks are given for free, the money is charged for the food, and the guest officer just drinks it."

"And such a good thing?" Lan Jia looked around.

Sure enough, I saw that there were several jugs of wine on each table, and some tables were almost full of jugs.

"Of course, we must come to the tavern to drink, and our business must be done to satisfy the guests, so I will go and bring tea to the guests."

Qingyan picked up the wine jug and sniffed it, the aroma of the wine was tangy but not strong, and it seemed to have a faint fruity sweetness, which made her can't help but want to try it.

However, on the territory of Che Kuo Lou, she was on guard.

It wasn't until he sat for a long time that no one entered or exited the Qikuo Building, and there was nothing suspicious in the tavern.

"If you want to die, drink more." An old voice rang out.

Qingyan stared at the sparkling waves in the wine glass, and smiled faintly at the visitor.

Seeing her smiling elegantly and calmly, a thought flashed through his mind that he might have been deceived.

"Little girl, she's pretty smart."

As soon as the old man approached, Qingyan kicked off the stool and refused to sit on him.

The old man was aggrieved, "I'm not angry, are you still angry?" I don't want to think about who saved your life just now. ”

"You can also not save it." Qingyan was word-by-word, and the meaning was obvious.

The old man was dressed simply, and he was not treated well by the elders, but at first glance, he was a cultivated person.

Besides, he could see that the wine was poisonous, and it must not be underestimated, and Lan Yi was extremely polite to him.

"May I ask my father-in-law's name."

The old man's eyes swirled between the green smoke and the blue calamus, and finally glared at the blue calamus.

Blue Calam: "......"

What hatred and what grudge?

Stepping on his ancestral grave?

Qingyan put down his wine glass, "Don't you know the old man who swept the floor in the little mountain?" ”

Lan Yan thought for a moment and shook his head, how could he never see it.

"What do you mean by an old man sweeping the floor? I'm an Era Immortal. The old man muttered.

His voice was so soft that no one could hear him.

Qingyan saw someone coming at the door of the restaurant, tapped the table, and signaled him to shut up.

The old man turned his head and saw that it was a child who was drinking at home.