About half an hour later, Ye Feng quietly came to a corner of the Feng Mansion.

said quietly, not far behind him, there was still Zhang Ruyi in slave attire.

Although he repeatedly explained that he was going to meet a friend, Zhang Ruyi was still relieved, insisting on following behind, and would never let Ye Feng out of his sight, but he didn't follow closely anymore.

Naturally, behind Zhang Ruyi, the tail-like yin and yang knife Chen Tiankui is indispensable.

Ye Feng came to the corner of the wall, whistled softly, and a round figure suddenly appeared on the roof next to him, floating down and coming to him.

This person is naturally Ye Feng's brother-in-law, Zhang Idiot Zhang Fat.

Chen Tiankui, the Yin Yang Knife who was following behind from a distance, was taken aback when he saw the incomparably light body of this fat man, and blurted out to Zhang Ruyi beside him: "Who is this person? ”

Zhang Ruyi glanced at him with some disdain, did not speak, but secretly thought in his heart, fuss, no knowledge!

After the fat man came down from the roof, Ye Feng smiled and said to him: "Third brother has worked hard, the taste above must be uncomfortable, right?"

The fat man rolled his eyes with a calm face: "What do you say? Why don't you go up and taste it yourself?"

Since taking over Ye Feng's trust, he has been curled up on the roof of this Feng Mansion for two consecutive nights, monitoring the movements of the whole mansion and preventing the flying bats from coming to sneak attack.

It's just that the cold wind is howling in this winter, and the taste of squatting on the roof of the shelf is really not very pleasant, plus two nights of sleeplessness, the northwest wind that fills the whole belly, Zhang Fat's round face is frozen blue at this time, and his fat body is shivering under the thick cotton jacket.

Ye Feng understands his suffering, but at the moment, there is no way to do it, now only Zhang Fatzi's light skill is the highest, if the flying bat really comes, I am afraid that only he can keep up.

So no matter how hard it is, Zhang Fatzi must resist it, and his eyes widen to stare at the movements of the entire Feng Mansion.

Ye Feng smiled a little apologetically at Fat Zhang, and asked, "Did you see what happened in the backyard just now?"

Zhang Fatzi nodded and sighed: "There is one more unjust soul!"

Ye Feng asked, "You were up there just now, can you see any movement?"

Fat Zhang's head shook like a rattle: "No, there is not even a single bird on the entire Feng Mansion, and the murderer definitely didn't come in from outside." ”

Ye Feng didn't speak, he didn't know why, an idea suddenly popped up in his head, could it be that Zhang Fat just now just cared about hiding in a place to avoid the wind, thus ignoring the murderer's entry and exit from Feng's mansion?

You must know that this flying bat was famous for its light skills more than ten years ago, and it is entirely possible that he will sneak in silently if you don't pay attention.

But he knew in his heart that this was tantamount to an insult to Zhang Fatzi, so he didn't say it.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhang Fatzi guessed his thoughts, and said with a change of color on his face: "You don't believe me? You think I will be lazy and avoid the wind, so I didn't notice the movement of the murderer coming in and out?"

Ye Feng looked up at Zhang Fatzi's somewhat angry gaze, and suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart.

The person in front of him was his friend, his brother, and the good partner he grew up with. If it weren't for Zhang Fatzi's help, I am afraid that I would have been unable to support the hardships and hardships along the way.

If such a person can't be trusted, who else can he trust?

He shook his head firmly and said, "No, I absolutely believe in the third brother!"

Zhang Fatzi turned his suspicion into joy at this time, he thought for a while and said: "Although the murderer will never enter the Feng Mansion from the outside, it may have been hidden in the Feng Mansion in advance. Didn't you already find out that the fat man from Shanxi, Xu Youcai, was a fake?"

Zhang Fatzi said very reasonably, maybe it was really the flying bat that dressed up as Xu Youcai and lurked in the Feng Mansion after putting on makeup?

Ye Feng shook his head more firmly and said, "The murderer must not be him!"

Zhang Fatzi asked strangely: "Why? Could it be that you know this person who pretends to be Xu Youcai?"

Ye Feng didn't speak.

Although there was no final confirmation, Ye Feng believed that this person who pretended to be Xu Youcai must know him.

There is no real evidence, but this person pretending to be Xu Youcai, when he, or it should be her, stood in front of Ye Feng, that strange feeling, those familiar eyes, and the familiar orchid painted with tea left on the table, all of which made Ye Feng convinced that this person pretending to be Xu Youcai must be the eldest lady of the Ming family in Jiangnan, Ming Wenlan!

It's a pity that I was confused by this confusing feeling at the beginning, and I didn't doubt Xu Youcai's identity at all, so that it wasn't until I saw the orchid painted on the table that I suddenly figured it out.

At this time, Ming Wenlan had long since disappeared.

But that's enough, although I don't know why she's here, Ming Wenlan definitely won't be the ruthless murderer who killed four people in a row under the guise of a flying bat.

Ye Feng was very sure of this.

Looking back now, Xu Youcai met herself on the street intentionally or unintentionally, and it seemed that she inadvertently revealed some important information to herself during the conversation, which seemed to be deliberately done by her.

Maybe she's actually trying to help herself.

And now how she left the Feng Mansion is even simpler, with her amazing disguise technique, casually pretending to be an inconspicuous figure such as a family member of the Feng Mansion, she can swagger out of the gate of the Feng Mansion, and naturally she will never be discovered by Zhang Fatzi.

Ye Feng felt some regrets in his heart, and he really wanted to have a good chat with Ming Wenlan on his shoulder.

Before, Ming Wenlan had promised him to release Mo Qizhong, the Mo family giant who was robbed by the Ming family, but there has been no news since then. He really wanted to ask Ming Wenlan, where is Uncle Seven now, and how is his body?

Or, these grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes, don't talk about anything, just talk about the spring breeze and autumn moon, or even say nothing, just the two of them sit quietly together, a pot of turbid wine, a flat boat, and look at the lakes and mountains, which is already very good.

But now that she's gone, I don't know if I'll ever see her again next time.

Thinking of meeting her opposite and not knowing each other, Ye Feng always had a feeling of loss in his heart.

He really wanted to leave everything behind to find Ming Wenlan, but no, now he couldn't leave these things in front of him, and the shadow of the flying bat still shrouded everyone in this Feng Mansion.

Ye Feng sighed in his heart, raised his head, and the fat man in front of him saw him silently bowing his head and pondering, and he didn't continue to ask, just looked at him quietly.

Ye Feng opened his mouth and said to Zhang Fatzi: "From now on, third brother, you don't have to stay on the roof anymore. ”

Zhang Fatzi couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this, and finally he didn't have to squat on the roof to drink the northwest wind anymore.

Immediately, he was puzzled again, and asked, "Why? Could it be that you already know who the real murderer is?"

Ye Feng shook his head, he didn't know yet.

is like a tangram, and now there are still many missing parts, and it is completely impossible to piece together the truth of the whole **.

It's just that the general outline of this whole ** has already loomed out.

He said to Zhang Fatzi: "Tomorrow is the deadline set by the Flying Bat, from now on, you have an even more difficult task, that is, to keep a firm eye on the Junzi Sword Feng Mingli and figure out his every move, everything is more important." ”

Hearing this, the fat man couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and said stupidly: "I know, where is there such a good thing? He Feng Mingli is a big living person, and it is much more difficult to keep an eye on him than to squat on this roof and drink the northwest wind." ”

Then he thought about it for a moment and asked, "Why, fourth, do you still suspect that this gentleman's sword Feng Mingli is the real murderer?"

Ye Feng shook his head and said with some hesitation: "It's not good, there is no evidence, there is just a feeling." I always feel that this gentleman sword Feng Daxia seems to be hiding a lot of secrets, hiding from all of us. ”

He looked up at the brightest starlight in the winter night sky, and thought to himself, no matter what, by tomorrow, maybe everything should fall into place, right?

On the fourth watch, everything around seems to have fallen asleep, and even the street watchers don't know where to go, maybe they found a sheltered corner in this cold winter night to be lazy and dozed.

Zhang Fatzi wrapped the thick cotton robe on his body tightly, and still felt that a cold wind was desperately drilling into it from the cracks in his clothes.

He shivered while cursing Ye Feng viciously in his heart, this guy just caused trouble all day long, this time he was the same pit brother as always, causing himself to suffer in this winter night.

But there is no way, who calls him his own brother, or the kind of brother who grew up together since childhood, and lives and dies together?

It's just that he doesn't understand a little, why Ye Feng has to stare at this gentleman's sword Feng Mingli by himself, could it be that in the middle of the night, the weather is cold, what else can he do?

Since talking to Xu Youcai, the real iron abacus who came later, Feng Mingli has been staying alone in the study, and the lights in the study have not been extinguished all night, and he has not rested until he thinks about it.

It is understandable, after all, as soon as dawn is the last day of the deadline set by the flying bat, it is normal for people to feel nervous and frightened in their hearts, and it is normal for them to be unable to sleep.

Trembling, Zhang Fatzi began to miss the hot meat soup in the inn, and now he wants to be able to have a bowl, which is really the most beautiful thing in the world.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but gurgle alone.

Zhang Fatzi shook his head, no, it seems that you have to go to the kitchen of this Feng Mansion for a while, maybe you can get some food. Even if it's just a cold steamed bun, replenishing the calories is stronger than drinking the northwest wind here.

After making up his mind, Zhang Fatzi was just about to leave, when he suddenly saw a ghostly black shadow slipping out of the study of Gentleman Sword Feng Mingli and jumping onto the roof.

Zhang Fatzi was stunned for a moment, and secretly shouted in his heart, my good girl! This fourth brother really looks like he is really about to catch up with the second brother Xie Zhenliang, who is good at yin and yang techniques, and he is about to become a half-immortal, he can pinch and calculate, how does he know that this Feng Mingli will move tonight?

In the blink of an eye, the black shadow had already left the Feng Mansion in a few leaps.

Zhang Fatzi didn't care about the hunger in his belly, so he quickly unfolded his body and quietly followed.