The coffin that Yuan Mingkong insisted on bringing back was full of such booklets, and Zhao Rang opened a few more copies casually, and found that the contents were all similar, all of them were changed poems with numbers.

It is indeed very secretive to keep accounts in this way, it is not easy to be discovered, and it is quite elegant, but how these account books appeared in the coffin, Zhao Rang did not know.

"You collected these and hid them in the coffin?"

Yuan Mingkong shook his head and said:

"They were already here, and when I found out, I just went in and guarded them myself. But I was afraid that they would find out, so I took drugs and made myself appear in a state of suspended animation. ”

Yuan Mingkong's actions like this are tantamount to gambling on his life.

Although after he took the medicine, his breath was like a gossamer, and his pulse was weak, and he couldn't detect it at all. But if someone lifts the lid of the coffin and needs to access the account book, such a large person lying on it can't hide it at all.

This medicine can only deceive the detection of cultivated warriors, but it can't avoid the eyes. If you really see it, it's even more dangerous. In this state, Yuan Mingkong is weaker than a little lamb, and a three-year-old child can take a dagger and kill him.

Zhao Rang calculated in his heart, judging from the amount of medicine that Yuan Mingkong had eaten, it didn't take him long to get into the coffin. Probably before Shen Liushu's banquet, that is, shortly after Zhong Jiaban was baptized in blood, he took medicine and lay quietly in the coffin.

With a turn of his mind, Zhao Rang remembered the strange appearance of the head of the eight strange people of the Zhong family class when he flew to death in the clouds, it seemed that someone had taken something in his hand, could it be also an account book?

But at present, these account books are full of half of the coffin, and the most he can hold in his hand when he is dying is one copy.

Yuan Mingkong saw what Zhao Rang was thinking, so he rummaged through the place where the corpse's head was placed in the coffin, took out a bloodstained account book from the bottom, handed it to Zhao Rang, and said:

"I arrived four days and three nights before you in Chagan Tologai."

Zhao Rang didn't immediately open this account book, and asked rhetorically:

"Where did you live before you took the medicine?"

Yuan Mingkong stretched out his hand and pointed.

Zhao Rang's gaze followed, but was blocked by the courtyard wall across the courtyard. But the direction that Yuan Mingkong pointed to was the shack area that Zhao Rang had been to twice, that is, the real Chagan Tologai.

"I also heard the deputy shopkeeper talk about it by chance later, and I realized that it was the original place, so I went with Ye Sanniang again, thinking that even if I can't find you, I will definitely find some clues."

Yuan Mingkong nodded, suddenly laughed, and said:

"Actually, my sister is to blame for this!"

"Why do you blame Yuan Kexin?"

Yuan Mingkong replied:

"In the message I left her, I specifically emphasized the word 'real'. It is estimated that there were too many things that happened in the city of King Rama that day, and you and I went out that night and acted separately, so that she was nervous, so when she conveyed it to you, she forgot to ......"

Yuan Mingkong sighed after speaking, and Zhao Rang also shook his head.

If Yuan Kexin had said Yuan Mingkong's words in their original form at the beginning, Zhao Rang would have understood the historical evolution of Chagan Tologai as soon as he arrived here. After all, Yuan Mingkong is not a person without a purpose, and he specifically said this, proving that Chagan Tologai must have something else.

In this way, things are much simpler.

When Zhao first entered Chagan Tologai, they ate at a restaurant owned by a local. If you know what Yuan Mingkong said, you only need to ask the boss what was going on here before, how long his restaurant has been in business, etc., and you can immediately find out. Maybe Zhao Rang would immediately turn the horse's head, connect to Bao Qian Zhuang and go straight to the shack area.

However, there is still a big question in the middle, and Yuan Mingkong did not explain it clearly.

It was also his first time here, how could he know so much about Chagan Tologai? If you hadn't inquired about such a thing with the locals, or had done your homework, even Ye Sanniang, who had been here, would not know much about it.

"Ever since the quick-witted, money-making mountain people moved out of their original settlements, you've seen what that shack has become of it. In a deserted place, naturally no one pays attention, so ......"

"So you put a shadow guard inside?"

Zhao Rang interrupted him and said.

Yuan Mingkong nodded.

Zhao Rang was right, the reason why he was able to understand Chagan Tologai in such detail and thoroughly, in the final analysis, relied on the information transmitted by the shadow guards embedded in it.

Zhao Rang's eyes flashed in front of those little names called Hanako, as well as the camels whose identities they had replaced, and the room made of stainless steel and full of coffins.

If you connect it with Shadow Guard, everything makes sense.

Chagan Tologai is still nominally under the management of the Lan Mo Kingdom, and the father of the nonsense detective is also a nobleman in the Lan Mo Kingdom.

He has no brains, and there are always smart people behind him.

If the shadow guard is looking for a livelihood in this new place and covering up his identity, it will probably not be long before he will be investigated. It is better to establish a firm foothold in the original residence that has been decayed, but no one will be suspicious.

What's more, the nonsense detective only thinks about how to earn more filial piety from major merchants, which is the so-called "mediation fee". What oil and water can a beggar call Hanako have? Ignore it, of course!

"Could it be that the camel I caught, as well as the group of little screaming flowers, are all shadow guards? Is it your people? ”

Zhao Rang asked rhetorically.

If that's the case, it's really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, and the family doesn't know the family!

But the last thing the camel shouted was really strange...... What "long summer nights are long, and the scorching west wind is cool!" ”

Yuan Mingkong's expression suddenly fell lonely.

His eyes were on the table, where there were only two empty teapots and a plate of fruit, and nothing else.

Zhao let know what he was looking for.

Yuan Mingkong must be looking for wine.

So he shouted out of the door, telling the deputy shopkeeper to hurry up and prepare a few jugs of good wine.

"Hahaha, the parents of the one who gave birth to me, Brother Zhao who knows me!"

Yuan Mingkong bowed his hands and said with a laugh.

Zhao Rang also returned the salute and said:

"Each other, each other!"

The deputy shopkeeper ran fast, and in the blink of an eye, he came with a tray full of wine, and the wine jugs on it occupied most of the table.

Yuan Mingkong picked up a pot and drank it all with his neck up, but he was still not satisfied, and drank another pot.

When his hand was about to reach for the third pot, he was interrupted by Zhao Rang.

Zhao Rang didn't say a word, just looked at him quietly.

Yuan Mingkong glanced at him, but after all, he retracted his hand and said with a mouth full of wine:

"I guess it used to be. But by the time I came, it wasn't. ”

Before Yuan Mingkong arrived at Chagan Tologai, the shadow guards who were planted in the shack area had already been exposed for some reason, uprooted from top to bottom, and then replaced with newcomers to impersonate them.

It's ridiculous that Yuan Mingkong still thinks that there are still his own people here, so he still has frequent contact with them on the way and after arriving. This made them know the actions and plans of themselves and Zhao Rang and others, and they could take the lead everywhere.

It is estimated that the only thing that is not in their grasp is Ye Sanniang, the great master of the three-grade martial arts. If they knew Ye Sanniang's true identity, they would definitely also dispatch a good player with considerable strength to contain it. Isn't that Lian Gongzi, who fought with Ye Sanniang in the city of King Lan Mo, the best candidate?

Following Yuan Mingkong's narration, Zhao Rang's heart gradually became clearer.

It seems that whether it is himself later or Yuan Mingkong, who arrived first, except for these account books in the coffin, there has been no substantial progress.

"By the time I found out that these shadow guards were fakes, it was too late...... Two fists were hard to beat with four hands, and I relied on the high and low terrain in the shack area to fight with them, and later found that the pursuers behind me were not there, and the surroundings were suddenly quiet. ”

I crept out and saw a middle-aged man in a fancy costume and a camel with all the Hanako who had just surrounded me into the coffin. This room was originally cast by the Shadow Guard, so there are a lot of mechanisms that I know and they don't know. ”

In this way, I saw the middle-aged man in fancy clothes put a bloody account book into this coffin. After they left, I felt that this coffin must be an extremely important existence, and it would not be opened again, so I decided to gamble! ”

"Shen Liushu!"

Zhao Rang blurted out.

The middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes that Yuan Mingkong saw must be Shen Liushu!

Zhong Jiaban's death was indeed caused by him!

He first took people to wash the Zhong family class in blood, and flew in the clouds until the last moment, and he wanted to use the account book in his hand as a threat in exchange for his life, which was really too naïve......

After Shen Liushu took away the account book, he hurriedly went to the shack area and hid it in the coffin, and then did enough drama, as if he had lost his soul, he came to Zhao Rang and others to tell the tragedy of Zhong Jiaban.

As a result, he skimmed himself cleanly. In addition, from the very beginning, he showed a loyal attitude towards Zhao Rang and Ximen Dazhuang, and walked vainly, and spoke without any temperament, Zhao Rang mistakenly thought that Shen Liushu did not have the slightest martial arts cultivation, but was just an ordinary, quite capable semicolon shopkeeper, so he had no defense.

"Got it......"

All the incidents were strung together at once, although there were still some details that had not been straightened out, but Zhao Rang knew that these must also be dominated by the forces represented by Shen Liushu.

But who is the one who has the ability to replace all the shadow guards in one place, and can also deceive Yuan Mingkong, the deputy commander of the shadow guards?

"Brother, I'm afraid that Zephyr is not as simple as we think......"

Yuan Mingkong drank the third pot of wine and said in a gloomy voice.

"As I lay down in the coffin, I looked through the ledger pressed underneath my body. Over the years, although the semicolon of Tongbao Qianzhuang here has been lucrative, Shen Liushu has handed over to the general number, at most only two or three out of ten. Most of the rest of the bills have a line of small letters underneath, and guess what's written? ”

Zhao Rang didn't think about it, and blurted out:

"The long summer nights are long, and the west wind is cool at nights?"

With that, he picked up the blood-stained account book and flipped through it.

Coincidentally, I saw a page on the left and right that read:

"The king of the West is exhausted, and there is a lack of arrows for the report."

"Eight hundred miles under the command, 500,000 strings outside the stopper, and the autumn soldiers on the battlefield."

At the bottom of these two sentences is a fly-headed small letter, which is the sentence that Zhao Rang blurted out just now.