"I went around the forest this morning to see what signs there were, and I found this dagger in the grass near the scene of the crime last night. Maybe the woman accidentally dropped this dagger in the grass after I threw her to the ground, and it got dew again, and it was a little wet......"

"I see...... This is the same dagger from last night......"

"Yes, it's exactly what it is...... Last night, the murderer almost pierced your heart with this dagger, but alas, it was wet with morning dew......"

Zhuge Jian said with a little sarcasm, carefully studying the pattern of the dagger.

This dagger is so well-made that it is so sharp that it can be stabbed into the opponent's chest at once. Ordinary soldiers would never have been able to get such a special weapon, and perhaps only nobles could have such a beautiful thing.

The handle of the dagger was also different, it was made of brown horns, but Song Yun didn't know if it was made of sheep's horns, bull's horns, or some kind of beast's horns.

Song Yun looked at the hilt of the knife with awe, and suddenly, he found that there were four small engraved words on it. Perhaps, it was a text from the past, and the four words had been worn away due to the erosion of the long years, and the meaning of this text could not be clearly recognized.

Through the beam of light that came in from the tent's doorway, Song Yun barely recognized a few delicate patterns of three carved plum blossoms, but they had already blended into a blurry black. Under the plum blossom pattern, there is also a faint engraved "wax plum" in the E country text.

"Lamei! Your mother's name. The two were at a loss and relatively speechless.

"Is this dagger your mother's? But she died more than ten years ago, who did she give this dagger to? Or did someone steal it?"

Song Yun muttered to himself, and suddenly a terrible thought flashed through his mind like a flint, and his whole body was shaken.

"Mrs. Zhuge Yu is not dead! She's alive! And she is a female killer in country E, and she is active in the army. In this way, your father's words are false, in order to cover up his wife's sin, he had to lie that his wife's portrait has been replaced, does he even have to lie to his own daughter Zhuge Yun?" Doubts rose in Song Yun's heart.

"Impossible! There's no way she's still alive!?" Zhuge Jian shouted.

Song Yun was also puzzled: "If she didn't die, then she should be quite old." I was fifteen years old when my father was killed, and I couldn't accurately identify a woman's age. I remember she was young, though.

"If the woman in black was still very young at that time, will she still be as vigorous and flexible as she was when she was young? Can she still slip away from Zhuge Jian's hands like an eel? Will she still be able to escape in a hurry like a bat?

"Nope! Maybe she's a long-lived heroine...... More than ten years ago, the cold and glamorous woman in black stabbed my father in the chest cleanly, and recently, the blood-eating bat that stabbed the young officer also killed the other party with a knife, and even I was almost plotted.

"As far as I know, there are not many people who use this kind of ruthless and accurate method of killing, ah! That blood-devouring bat is actually my father-killing enemy, and she is Zou Lamei!"

Human beings, such special and magical creatures, when he has doubts, will think of many things from here to there.

Although Song Yun couldn't accept the fact that Zou Lamei was the culprit, she was the most suspicious. Although he knew that this suspicion was inappropriate and should not be, it was not easy to dispel the doubts in his heart, which was perhaps the most fragile point of human nature.

Song Yun believed the facts stated in Zhuge Yun and her letter from the bottom of his heart, Zhuge Yu's words seemed to be impeccable, he did not cover up the crime for his wife, and the portrait had indeed been manipulated.

However, old concerns remain, and many of the past seem less credible. Therefore, everything seemed to Song Yun to mean disappointment and frustration, his spirit was on the verge of collapse, and a feeling of dazed loss gripped him tightly.

Song Yun's company was stationed around the eastern border, where heavy artillery clashes often took place.

The artillery company of the regimental headquarters fought together with Song Yun's company and was equipped with ten howitzers of a novel style. These howitzers are carried by vehicles, are able to transfer quickly, and are maneuverable.

The E-Corps had a headache with these free-moving howitzers, and as soon as they changed the location of their march and garrison, the artillery team immediately followed and launched a strong attack. Immediately after the occupation of a certain village, the E army was bombarded indiscriminately by artillery units. As a last resort, the E Army had no choice but to abandon its armor and flee.

Later, when the artillery company went to another camp, it was attacked by the artillery fire of the E army, and as a result, the artillery company lost two howitzers. The artillery company moved its position behind the hills again, but the shells of country E flew like meteors, and the howitzers were dumb by two.

The artillery company moved for the third time, but it still could not escape the attack of the E army, and the elusive shells of the E army, as if they had eyes, once again destroyed the position of the artillery company, and suffered heavy losses.

The commander of the artillery company said: "The E army may have scouts, and the movements of our army have been detected by them, so the artillery company will be repeatedly attacked head-on."

At that time, Song Yunzai's squadron happened to defeat the E Army in the small village not long ago. "If there really is a scout, then how does he transmit information about our army to Army E? Telephones and telecommunications have been controlled by our side......" the company commander was puzzled.

At that time, there were very few troops using radio or airplane delivery letterboxes, and it was impossible for information to be quickly delivered to the enemy if communication was made on foot or on horseback by messengers.

"On the day the artillery company moved its position, the new position began to be attacked by the E Army, is it that the E Army has already used a new method of communication?"

Thinking of this, the company commander sent several reconnaissance teams out to search for clues. Song Yun was also sent out, and he immediately set off with the team, and his brother-in-law Zhuge Jian was also in the team.

They approached the newly captured village of Army E. The village is located in the eastern part of the vast hills, with large vineyards stretching out from the village.

An ancient temple stands high on a hill and is small in size, but on high ground, from which you can see far away. The towers of the temple stood straight, and the pointed tops of the towers were like sharp swords piercing into the clear sky, shining with a cold, murderous light.

Since the village was occupied by the E Army, the villagers who had taken refuge had not returned, and the whole village was empty and lonely. Song Yun and the soldiers did not dare to slack off, holding their guns tightly with both hands, their fingers tightly clasped on the trigger, hunched over and searching carefully, slowly moving forward close to the village.

"Brother-in-law......"

Zhuge Jian called softly from behind, and Song Yun, who was walking in front, immediately turned his head. Zhuge Jian, who was holding the gun, motioned with his chin to Song Yun to pay attention to the old temple at the top of the hill.

The minaret of the temple tower stands on it, and a chicken-shaped wind vane (ten horizontal iron arrows on a vertical iron rod, when the wind blows, the iron arrows rotate, and at the same time, due to the different wind directions, the iron arrows will point in the four directions of east, south, west, and north, and there is a rooster on the iron arrows, facing the direction of the wind) is mounted on it.

The old tower has a clock hanging from which the hands above can be seen from everywhere.

"What's wrong, what's the matter?"

Looking in the direction pointed out by Zhuge Jian, Song Yun didn't notice anything unusual.

"Look, that windsock is a little weird."