The scene on the fifth floor is very different.

This floor is similar to the wind viewing platform, it is a semi-open structure, and the wind and drizzle are long, so it is no wonder that the Japanese cultural conference was held on this floor. At this time, the space was still harmonious, with one or twenty guests sitting and chatting, some tables waiting for seats, and some of them already serving wine and food.

The central area was illuminated by the lights, while the outer corridor was lit only by dim lamps, which were enough to illuminate the squires as they came and went.

Pei Ye lowered his head, and a blanket was spread at the door of this floor, cutting off the footprints here.

He looked up and around, but the figures in Tsing Yi were similar, and he really didn't look at the man closely.

He didn't expect that the murderer hadn't been caught yet, what did he mean by pretending to be Tsing Yi this time, and who would be the next victim?

What made the young man's heart a little wider was that at least Li Yiqing and Zhang Junxue were not in this building at this time, and it was difficult for Zhang Dingyun to say that there was any value of being killed.

Kidnapping is still said.

The impression left by this murderer on Pei Ye is very dangerous, the explosive scene of that day is still vivid, and the behavior of not leaving after the murder is even more bold and crazy. And being able to disguise his identity repeatedly means that he has more or less the skill of disguise.

Transfiguration is not too difficult but not simple, there are some feelings that are easy to learn and difficult to master, and more importantly, normal people generally do not learn this kind of thing - Li Yiqing and Zhang Junxue will definitely not.

Powerful, calm, cruel, and numerous, such a person seems to be born to walk in the dark, what is his goal?

Why did he kill the Huxin Gang Protector, and what was he staying for after killing people? Would he love to hear more? What kind of news would he like to hear?

Pei Ye slowly paced in, his mind turning sharply, and at the same time, his eyes kept searching.

In any case, as long as you find him, the guests of the singing and selling party have not completely dispersed, such as the head of the Weiyuan Dart Bureau, the head of the Changdao Martial Arts Hall, Li Yiqing, Zhang Mozhu and Shang Huaitong.

As soon as you reveal the person's form, help will flock to you.

Pei Ye paced slowly, and almost every Tsing Yi was carefully scrutinized by him, but none of them were similar to the person just now.

As soon as I looked up, I had come to the end of the corridor, and further ahead was a convenient place for guests to go to the toilet, and the entrance of the corridor was lit with a small lamp. Pei Ye frowned, intending to give up for the time being.

The space inside was imaginably narrow, and he didn't want to go inside.

And even if he didn't find the murderer in the first place, it didn't matter, the other party didn't know that he had found him, so there was no need to worry about startling the snake. You can go and notify others first, and then come up and search for them together.

It's just that you need to worry about what will happen during your absence.

Then Pei Ye stared, and suddenly found that there was a plate of wine on the table not far in front of him.

This is supposed to be the place where the dish is served to the guests, where the plate of wine is quietly placed, and the person who brought it is not visible.

A Tsing Yi walked over and picked it up.

Pei Ye's hair suddenly rose - but only half of it got up and went down again.

The person in front of him is obviously not the Tsing Yi just now, his body and face are not matched, and even the old and new clothes are not right.

But this wine is definitely the same wine as the one just now.

Pei Ye stopped him: "Where did this plate of wine come from?" ”

Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment: "I don't know, who put it here and doesn't give the guests a guest, don't worry, I'll take a look. Ding Four Tables – Is it your wine guest? ”

"No, don't go on yet." Pei Ye glanced at the so-called Ding Si table - I don't know which table it was.

He didn't ask for a while, took Tsing Yi's wrist, and said in a low and serious voice: "Let's put it here first." ”

"Dare I ask who you are?"

"Bai Sibing and Zhao join the army, do you know?"

"Yes, yes."

"Hmm." Pei Ye pressed the plate of wine and said coldly, "You leave first, go and call the two of them up." ”

Tsing Yi was stunned: "Bai Sibing has already left, and Zhao Senjun doesn't seem to have come today." ”

Then just call a few people with martial arts." Pei Ye's gaze didn't leave the corridor for a moment, and he frowned, "You go first!" ”

Tsing Yi left a little dazed, Pei Ye stared at the road leading to a convenient place a few feet ahead, where the wind shook the lights and shadows, and there was no movement, but the young man did not move.

The hand has drawn its sword.

Pei Ye began to retreat slowly, not in a straight and uniform pace, there was an arc, and there was also a change in direction, but the whole was still backward.

The corridor was still quiet, not like there was anything unusual, and Pei Li's sword-wielding arm had turned backwards.

On the fifth step, a cyan appeared at the corner of the corridor.

The next moment it spun out, and a Tsing Yi attendant appeared at the end.

He was tall and slightly thinner than Pei Li, his hair was slightly crooked, and his face was a little stiff and stiff - of course, because he had moved his hands and feet.

But those eyes were definitely his own. He raised his eyebrows and stared at Pei Li, bright red blood crawling all over it, like a desperate wolf who had lost his pack.

This look made Pei Li's blood flow accelerate.

In his hand he held a long sheathed sword, thin, sharp, resolute, dangerous, just like his whole temperament, and a short sword hanging from his waist.

Pei Ye slowly drew his sword and came out.

"I don't want to kill you." Tsing Yi suddenly said hoarsely, his voice was a little wheezing, "You don't see it, is it okay?" ”

Pei Ye was stunned, and he caught some familiarity again.

"I only have a quarter of an hour." Tsing Yi didn't know whether he was talking to himself or complaining, he was a little nervous, and seemed to wander from time to time, "Give me an answer, I must solve your problem immediately." ”

Pei Ye found that his previous impression of this murderer was a little biased, the trait of "calm" did not seem to be very accurate, the person in front of him was not doing these things calmly, the string in his mind was very tight, and it seemed that it was about to break in the next second.

Pei Ye was still trying to capture that familiarity, and he frowned, "You are—"

"Wrong." Tsing Yi Road.

A short, cold light flowed from his waist.

It was as if a tightened string suddenly rebounded, and it was as if a backlog of floodwaters had broken through the floodgates.

Tsing Yi floated silently and swiftly, bursting out of his body with unimaginable power, like a roaring wave surging towards Pei Li!

The change from extreme silence to extreme movement was so sudden, so decisive, and so smooth, this amazing swordsmanship made Pei Ye look sideways, and at the same time, he knew where the explosion on the second floor of the tavern came from.

It was from this sword, and now it was his turn to strike at it.

Now it's not a confined space, and there isn't much clutter around, but the wind is suddenly violent.

Pei liquid does not advance or retreat, and a sword stabs out.

Qing Yue's sword roared in the wind.

(End of chapter)