The sun was so hot that it seemed to burn the skin. But this kind of heat is not felt in Peng Xiu's mansion these days. The people of Peng Xiu's mansion only felt the bitter cold of winter, the cold wind was biting, and everyone was in danger. The chill of all this came from the owner of the mansion, and in the middle of the storm was the master's study, which was lit all year round.

Mary, the butler, was standing in the kitchen and looking at the chef with a sad face.

"Your Highness hasn't eaten properly for three days. Shouldn't you as a chef think of something?"

"Butler, what can I do. His Royal Highness doesn't like it to be delicious, it's that he doesn't touch the food at all, no matter what I do, he won't taste a bite, what can I do. The chef also frowned, and the wrinkles on his face deepened.

"Find a way. I gave up without a word, what about His Highness's body. If it's so bad, can you afford it?" Mary knew in her heart that Chef was right, but because of anxiety, her mouth still didn't let Chef go, and she knocked on the head of Chef who loved her half as she spoke.

"Your Excellency, your Excellency, you should not be talking about me, but you should hurry up and pray for the recovery of that little guy with a sweet tooth. I think the crux of His Highness's lack of thought is his disappearance. There is no other reason. The chef knocked off the hand that knocked him on the head and said helplessly.

"Bold, can you talk about that?" Mary reprimanded, although she scolded in her mouth, but who did not know the discerning person of this mansion. Mary sighed inwardly. When did her sinister and cunning Highness start to write her concern for someone on her face? This doesn't seem to be a good thing in the imperial capital. It seems that she has put the mansion in order.

"If you say this again, be careful that I tear your mouth apart. Restrain the rest of them, you know. Today I have to make some light and replenishing food, I haven't eaten well these days, and I can't eat too greasy. Notify me when it's done. I'll have Mr. Robert send it. Got it. Mary commanded sternly.

Chef was reprimanded, and seeing Mary's serious expression, he knew he had said the wrong thing. The atmosphere in this house is relaxed and free, and there is no sense of oppression, and there is no restriction on casual chat, which makes him a little unbounded. It is inappropriate to predispose oneself to one's master's house wherever he is, and Mary's devotion to this master is unusual. He nodded hurriedly.

Mary had to take the refreshments she had prepared and began to walk towards the study. At this time, the study room was the center of the storm, and the work of delivering refreshments on weekdays had to take turns to grab the value, but now they didn't dare to go. She had to go on her own. I hope that Lord Robert, who came before, can really bring some good news. She knocked on the door.

There was silence in the door at this time, and after a while, Mi Jian came to open the door, and his face seemed to say that it was good that someone was knocking on the door.

"It's you, Mary, come in. ”

Mary could tell from Mi Jian's face that there was probably no news coming at this time, and the atmosphere in this room must have been so depressed that even this big man couldn't bear it. Mary frowned, decisively, and handed the refreshments in her hand to Mi Jian.

"My lord, I have something to do, you can greet yourself and drink some tea. After saying that, Mary had to leave in a daze for a while.

The people in this boss's mansion are too chicken thieves. The refreshments were only delivered to the door, and it was from his expression that the atmosphere in the study was not easy to survive. Not to mention the housekeeper, even he doesn't want to go in. Mi Jian also had a bitter face and entered the house with a dinner plate.

Seeing this, Robert also frowned knowingly, and without speaking, he first concocted a new cup of tea for Peng Xiu.

"Boss, let's have a glass of water first. I think the time Micah should be already in the shampoo by now. If nothing else, there will be a second news tonight or tomorrow morning. I think Xiaoying is so smart, it should be delayed somewhere, there shouldn't be anything. Robert said as he handed Peng Xiu tea.

Peng Xiu put a few pieces of information in his hand, took the tea, and did not speak. He always felt uneasy.

They all knew very well that it was right for the Sun Shadow to act alone, but it would definitely send some news back in a certain time. Seeing that it could be completed in about three days, there was no news on the fifth day, and more importantly, there was no trace of the news of Mott's flying pigeon. Now that three days have passed, there is still no information at all, saying that nothing has happened, and everyone actually doesn't believe it in their hearts.

"If you want the ghost to come, let him go to the Streamer Pavilion at night today. Peng Xiu took a sip of tea, calmed down, and said calmly.

"Is there any clue?" asked Robert.

Peng Xiu tapped the documents on the table and did not answer, but got up and stood by the window. In fact, if he could, he would rather find it himself. However, things don't always go as planned.

Robert picked up the document, which showed the whereabouts of some people and carriages of goods entering and leaving the imperial capital in the past few days, and the imperial capital was very frequent and complicated every day, and there were people everywhere. Robert rummaged through a pile of papers, and the streamer chamber entered and exited the two-carriage of goods.

And Mi Jian had already gone out after Peng Xiu's order.

Darkness.

The moment I first opened my eyes, I was impotent in vision, and even when I opened my eyes, I was blind even when I couldn't see my five fingers. These darkness, in the unknown space, can ferment into fear and diffuse people's hearts.

When Nikkage first opened up, he thought that something was wrong with his eyes, but after a moment of getting used to it, he was able to see a little more clearly in the room.

He was in a completely enclosed chamber, with not even a single window except for a tightly closed, barely slitted door. There was nothing illuminated in the room, nor any other ornaments or objects, it was almost bare, but not bare, but densely packed.

There are no objects that can be used, the whole room, the walls are not too sharp nails. It will not be cut directly, but it will hurt if you prick the skin, and if you use a little force, the skin will break and bleed. And because he was lying flat on a nail and blocked by clothing, he was not injured when he was lying. But just as he was adjusting to the darkness, the moment he stood up, the bare part of his bare arms and feet that had been stripped of his shoes and socks were already bleeding.

Sunshadow then sat down slowly, wrapping her feet in her clothes and trying to lay herself as flat as she could. He looked carefully at the place where he had just stepped on the blood. Those nails that were not too sharp, strangely enough, did not stick to the blood, but those small drops of blood flowed down the nail, slowly into a groove, and slowly went towards the door of the room, but in the end they did not know where they flowed, and the sun shadow could not see it at this time, and did not get up to check without continuing to be injured and bleeding.

Every nail in the room is linked by these tiny card slots, and it is impossible to see without looking closely. And they all have the same purpose, which is to collect as much blood as possible here.

The moment Hikage saw it, he remembered the corpses of the girls he had seen in the shampoo. The girls didn't have too many wounds on their bodies, but the blood had been dried up, and it seemed that they had been held somewhere for a long time.

The place he was in now was the place where those girls had been. It turned out that they had guessed correctly, that the murderer was really collecting blood. It was he who was too careless. Nikkage couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart.

But at the same time, I have doubts in my heart, didn't the murderer always arrest girls? Why did he arrest him purposefully, could it be that he saw through his disguised gender?

Sunkage has a vague candidate in his heart that he doesn't want to believe, and he pays from the bottom of his heart. Could the murderer be her?

As the sun shadow was thinking, he was keenly aware of what seemed to be movement outside the door.

Who is it.

"What should I do? We're going to ruin this place, but there's really none. Micah stood on the hill and asked Mott, who was also frowning.

"What else can I do, send a message to the boss as it is. What else can I do. Mott tossed the note in his hand and said dejectedly.

Originally, he thought that he was just here to assist Sunshadow in completing some work to find out the news, but when he thought that he had received the news, it was indeed Sunshadow's disappearance.

"Do you think it could be that someone kidnapped Brother Ying? But what can a man do if he abducts him? Miga asked, rubbing his head.

"It's hard to say, a young and tender young man like Brother Ying still has a lot of uses. Mott couldn't help but feel. "Like the name of the village at the foot of the mountain, it must have been involved in human trafficking. ”

"Like you say, do you suspect that Brother Ying was betrayed by them?"

"Idiot, I'm just saying that Brother Ying still has the value of being trafficked, but the question is who will be here, in the forbidden land, to abduct and sell a young man with martial arts. In case of a miss, it is simply a different place. Who would take such a big risk to come to such a headless thing. Mott said, touching his chin.

"Then you mean they were abducted at the foot of the mountain?" asked Miga stupidly.

"Fart, do they have that strength? I'm talking about the fact that Brother Ying can't be trafficked. ”

"Then you just say it, what are you doing with those who don't have it? Miga looked disgusted.

Hearing Micah's words, Mott almost broke the neck of the carrier pigeon in his hand, causing the carrier pigeon to struggle.

"What are you doing? Miga asked hurriedly.

"I'll tell Mi Jian when I get back. Ask him not to hit you in the head next time. Mott finally released the pigeon, and the pigeon flew into the sky.

"Why?" asked Miga.

"Because he's working in vain, you're not stupid. Mott watched the pigeon go and began to retreat as well.

"Really? I'll just say I'm not stupid. Miga followed, checking for any clues.

"Yes, you can't say stupid because you don't have a brain at all. Mott said and suddenly stood up.

His gaze fell not far away, and he saw a missing object on the bluestone pavement, but it obviously did not belong here, and it was faintly lit. He hurried over.

Why hadn't they found it before, they had seen it before.

"Oh, isn't this the badge that Brother Shadow wore on his body before, isn't it a symbol of the boss?" asked Miga as he leaned over and saw what Mott was holding.

It seems that the bad premonition in their hearts has come true.

"Another pigeon. Mott held the badge in his hand and said with a frown.