Song Zhijie's movements were very fast, and in only two days, he found out everything related to that Zhuangzi.

Qiu Daoren, whose ancestors practiced medicine in Qingzhou for generations, is quite famous.

A few years ago, a fire burned the Qiu family to the ground, and only Qiu Daoren, who had just become an adult, survived.

But the young man who was freshly dressed and angry and high-spirited in the past struggled to leave a life, but also left a scar all over his body.

Qiu Daoren has been like a different person since then, he lives in a simple place, no longer sees ordinary people, and is occasionally invited by dignitaries to see a doctor, and he is also tightly wrapped from head to toe.

No one has ever seen what the real Qiu Daoren looks like, and because of his excellent medical skills, he has earned the nickname "ghost doctor".

"Miss Mei, according to the information I have checked, Qiu Daoren began to frequent the Lu Wangfu two years ago, and that Zhuangzi also underwent large-scale reconstruction after that.

But it was heavily guarded, and we only had access to a few people on the periphery, and we still couldn't find out what was going on inside. ”

Song Zhijie, who has always had great powers, also showed a helpless wry smile at this moment.

This was not unexpected by Mei Xue, she thought for a while and asked Song Zhijie:

"What special habits does this Qiu Daoren have?"

The vast majority of people have weaknesses, and these weaknesses are either due to hobbies or hatred.

For Qiu Daoren, it is likely to be because of hatred.

Sure enough, Song Zhijie thought for a while and said:

"Since this person climbed to King Lu, he has rarely seen outsiders, and his only hobby is to go to Xuefu Street next to Qingzhou Mansion School to buy calligraphy and paintings, and he has to go there every few days."

Mei Xue sneered and said:

"That's right, Mr. Song, you go check now and see how many missing people there are in Qingzhou in the past two years, who they are, and where they mainly live on weekdays."

Song Zhijie paused for a moment, but instantly understood what Mei Xue meant. His face changed slightly, but he didn't ask anything more, but left in a hurry after saying goodbye to Mei Xue.

Opening the window, Mei Xue looked at the fine spring rain outside, bit her lip and closed her eyes.

There are many sufferings in the world, but how many people can live their lives in peace and joy?

But no matter how difficult it is, you shouldn't warm yourself with other people's blood.

A person, if he is already a bloodthirsty demon, should no longer live in this world.

He should go to hell, just like the Yan family, just like Queen Shen.

Song Zhijie rushed back when it was just dark, and his coat and hair were already slightly damp.

Mei Xue poured a cup of hot tea for Song Zhijie, but Song Zhijie couldn't drink it when he received it, and said to Mei Xue in a deep voice:

"Miss Mei, you guessed it right, in the past two years, fifteen of the people who disappeared in Qingzhou Mansion were all students of Fuxue.

The last missing student disappeared two months ago, and during that time period, Qiu Daoren happened to go to Fuxue Street to buy calligraphy and paintings. ”

The truth is almost about to erupt and chill.

Mei Xue smiled coldly and said:

Qiu Daoren was about the same age as these missing students when he was disfigured, and they were all young people in their prime.

After he realized that he could not see people, what he hated the most in his heart was precisely what he longed for the most but could never get. ”

Song Zhijie drank a few sips of hot tea to ease his mind, rubbed the tea cup and said:

"These missing students must have been killed, it's a pity."

Mei Xue nodded and asked Song Zhijie to prepare, she wanted to go to Fuxue Street as soon as possible to set up a stall to sell calligraphy and paintings.

Song Zhijie immediately objected, saying that he could let Qin Li pretend to go over.

Mei Xue smiled and asked Song Zhijie:

"I know that Mr. has good intentions, but you should also know the general physical characteristics of those missing students, right?"

Song Zhijie smiled helplessly again, and Mei Xue continued very calmly:

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's plan is still advancing, and we can't startle the snake.

Moreover, at this juncture, once Qiu Daoren has an accident, it will inevitably arouse King Lu's suspicion.

Therefore, it is reasonable that Qiu Daoren must die, and it is best to let him die in the hands of King Lu, so that it is safest.

Before that, we have to determine whether he has made a finished product, or where he has progressed, and who has been exposed to the key links.

Only then can we carry out the plan to get rid of him, and the operators of the key links cannot be left behind, so as to prevent future troubles. ”

Song Zhijie nodded thoughtfully, and Mei Xue continued:

"The refining of drugs is a very difficult process, and if the tools used for refining are very backward, the process will be even more difficult.

It may take thousands of failures to take a small step, and for each experiment, detailed data needs to be recorded for the next use.

I believe that no matter how smart Qiu Daoren is, he needs to record this sea of data with pen and paper.

And I, as long as I can see the data, I can tell if he has succeeded, or where he has advanced.

So, it had to be me to get up close and personal with him to be useful.

There are a lot of people in that Zhuangzi, and if you want to identify who has come into contact with the key links, you have to do it. ”

On spring nights, the wind and rain are tight.

Song Zhijie frowned and thought for a while, but he could only nod helplessly at Mei Xue.

This is the riskiest approach, but it is also the safest and most effective approach.

The spring rain is gone, the sun is shining, and the spring in Qingzhou has officially kicked off.

There was a young man selling calligraphy and painting on Fuxue Street, the calligraphy and painting were very ordinary, but he was very handsome.

Especially the white and moist skin, it's just a deception to the snow.

So much so that from time to time, someone stopped in front of the stall to talk to him, even if he didn't buy calligraphy and paintings, he had to ask questions.

The young man smiled kindly, answered all questions, and spoke humbly and politely.

The authentic Qingzhou dialect is used.

Song Zhijie sat on the opposite teahouse and looked at Mei Xue silently, Mei Gang and Qin Li and the others all made a simple disguise and scattered around Mei Xue.

It wasn't until the fifth day that Qiu Daoren appeared.

He never showed up, but the carriage he was riding in stopped in front of Mei Xue's stall for a while before slowly leaving.

Song Zhijie frowned slightly, and watched coldly as Qiu Daoren's carriage gradually moved away.

This carriage, Mei had just described to him once, and he could never forget it.

For several days, Mei Xue didn't go out again, Song Zhijie was running around every day, and Zhao Shuqin, Mei Gang and others were also so busy that they couldn't be seen.

Mei Xue got the news of Empress Shen's death one afternoon, Song Zhijie looked indifferent, shook the fan in his hand lightly and said:

"The news of the prince will be delivered faster, and it will take about four or five days for the government to have news."

Mei Xue nodded, she was grinding medicine, and she didn't stop the work in her hand, she only said lightly:

"If Empress Shen is gone, the ambitions of Concubine Shu and the four princes will be even greater.

So we have to speed up, and we can only succeed and not fail. ”

Song Zhijie nodded and said in a deep voice:

"The trap is ready, girl, once you get it, I'll immediately cast a net on my side."

Mei Xue let out a "hmm", raised her eyes and looked out the window and said:

"Hang him for another two days, this person is extremely thoughtful, that's why he killed so many people without showing any feet.

We only have one chance, so we have to hit it first. ”

Song Zhijie nodded, he poured a cup of tea and handed it to Mei Xue, and he also took the tea cup and drank it slowly and silently.

Qiu Mansion, the dark secret room, is full of the smell of mildew and blood.

Shaped like a ghostly figure, even in the dark room, only a pair of gloomy eyes are exposed.

He walked slowly, his scarred hands stroking all the way through the dozens of figurines on the wall, and the sound of tearing and breaking echoed clearly in the dark room:

Such a good pair of skins, if only they could be placed here!

(End of chapter)