This is probably the identity that the main god has prepared for them, but I don't know what kind of life this Xiao has in life?

Others also have silver coins and identification.

"What should I do now?" Fan Xiaoyue asked, "It's a big night, and it's not convenient to go and find out information." ”

"Wait a minute," Xiang Yong said, "There must be a reason why the Lord God put us here, and I think this courtyard in front of me is probably Wang Jianlong's residence." ”

"No wonder it's ghostly, it turned out that there was someone dead inside," Chen Beixuan's eyes were very excited, and he couldn't wait to go in and visit the haunted house immediately, "Captain, why haven't we gone in yet, what are you waiting for?"

Xiang Yong said his speculation: "The task assigned to us by the Lord God is to investigate the cause of Wang Jianlong's death, there are two possibilities, one is that we have an official background, we are involved in the case, we can be open-minded, and use the mainstream resources of this world to investigate, and the other is that we have no official background, so we can only investigate secretly." Judging from the reward points, with such a small number of points, the difficulty of the task should not be too great, and it is likely that we have an official background. So I wanted to wait and see if anyone would pick us up. ”

"I see, the captain's analysis is very reasonable, 666!" Chen Beixuan became a salted fish who only knew how to wave flags and shout.

Li Zhiping also thought so: "Captain, your reasoning ability is too strong, I always think that it will be easy for us to complete this main task." ”

Fan Xiaoyue also slapped a little sycophant: "It was so wise to propose that you be the captain at that time." ”

Ye Liuli didn't speak, just looked at Xiang Yong with adoring eyes.

After a few minutes of waiting, the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of bells and the sound of wheels crushing gravel broke the silence of the night.

In everyone's sight, a carriage drawn by two beasts resembling horses but with a pair of short horns, painted with coats of arms from far and near.

Maybe it's no longer appropriate to call a carriage, after all, it's not the horse that pulls the cart.

The carriage stopped in front of them, driven by a middle-aged man in long black sleeves, a cape over his shoulders, and a strange hexagonal hat, with two beautiful beards, and a half-race appearance, with a protruding chin, deep eye sockets, and a wide skull that were different from those of the yellow race on Earth.

He stared at Xiang Yong and the others with scrutinizing eyes, while the two "horses" snorted, pouting their hooves from time to time, and shaking the hair on their bodies.

It took a moment for the carriage to open, and one foot in a shiny black leather boot poked out and landed firmly on the gravel floor, then another.

The calves of both feet were straight and long, thin, and up were dark gray uniform trousers, which strangled the two round, elastic thighs.

Further up, Huo Ran has a wide pelvis, straight like a ripe peach, and his pants are tightened and tight.

A little higher, shockingly thin, it was Yingying's slender waist.

He is tied with a belt around his waist, on which are slender scimitars and two muskets in the style of the Industrial Revolution.

The gaze continued to move upward, and there was a dark gray uniform, large copper buttons with a matte texture, a full chest about to burst out of the torn clothes, and a pair of beautiful epaulettes inlaid with copper flowers.

On the short hair, a black hat resembling a beret is pressed, with a metal badge on the brim, and the pattern looks like a musket and a scimitar.

Under the hat, there is a pretty face that looks quite young, less than 30 years old.

This face is too beautiful and feminine, but it has a pair of straight sword eyebrows, which adds a bit of heroism to the beautiful face.

Under the long eyelashes, the brown eyes looked at Xiang Yong and the others, and the small lips with bright red lip gloss opened slightly: "You are the Jianghu people invited by the director?"

Her voice is tactful and crisp, like a bluebird flying freely among the clouds, which is impressive.

Xiang Yong nodded, and the rest of the people silently gave up the stage to the captain.

"May I ask who you are?"

"I'm the senior inspector of the Nanjing City Police Department who is in charge of this case, Li Xiumei," the beautiful woman in uniform said with a tense face, "Since the chief has opened his mouth and asked you to assist in the investigation of this case, I don't have much to say." But you have remembered for me that I am the person in charge of this case, and all your actions must be under my command, and you cannot do things the way you are in the rivers and lakes!"

"My name is Xiao Zhisheng......"

The senior inspector waved his hand and said domineeringly, "I'm not interested in knowing your names. Come with me, I'll show you the scene. ”

Saying that, she walked towards the courtyard, walking heroically, not a delicate woman, and she also had the cultivation of the middle stage of the opening pulse.

Xiang Yong and the others had to follow quickly.

"Your weapons are too conspicuous, do you have a license to carry a sword? and bows and crossbows, are you going to fight a war?"

Xiang Yong didn't know what to say, so he had to remain silent.

"I heard that you are the closed disciples of the 'Venerable Beihe' after retiring, so you should have your own strengths. Tell me, what special skills do you have?"

Xiang Yong thought for a while and replied cautiously: "I don't have any special skills, I just am good at swords and know a little tricks on the rivers and lakes." ”

"Do you know a little tricks?" Li Xiumei thought thoughtfully, "Then I hope you can really help a little." ”

She walked to the iron gate, tore open the seal, pushed the door in, and Xiang Yong and the others followed closely.

Inside the wall is a small garden, where the plants are a little listless, with only a few small flowers giving off an intoxicating fragrance at night.

The climbing vines spread all the way to the walls of the house, and the delicate wooden door was also affixed with a seal, and Li Xiumei did not hesitate to tear off the seal and make a "please" gesture.

Xiang Yong took a deep breath and walked in first.

The room was dark, but Xiang Yong, who had already opened his eyes, could naturally see at night, and everything was hidden, revealing the dust.

Chen Beixuan was the same, looking around curiously.

Ye Liuli, Li Zhiping and Fan Xiaoyue don't have this ability, and they can only vaguely see the outline of the object.

Li Xiumei fell last and said coldly: "This is the living room." Professor Wang Jianlong died in the study on the second floor. ”

As she spoke, she lifted an oil lamp by the door.

He took out another box of matches, pulled out one, lit it with a "snort", pulled down the lampshade, and brought the flame closer.

The oil lamp burns.

Xiang Yong didn't rush upstairs, but carefully looked at the items in the living room.

Things are placed in a mess, but it doesn't look like they've been looted, but the owner is not very tidy and usually puts things around.

There are a few paintings hanging on the wall, small machines and parts piled up everywhere, and a sketch spread out on the dining table.

When the main god issued the mission, he did not explain Wang Jianlong's identity, but at this time, Xiang Yong guessed that Wang Jianlong should be an engineer, or a craftsman, or a scientist.

Judging from the items placed in the house, Wang Jianlong probably lived alone, and there were no traces of women in the house, nor were there any children's belongings.

Li Xiumei carried the oil lamp and continued to introduce in a cold voice: "No clues were found in the house, no traces of others sneaking in, and according to neighbors, no one has come to visit Professor Wang recently. ”

"We also checked Professor Wang's recent correspondence and asked his servant about ......"

"All the evidence now points to Professor Wang's suicide. But I don't believe it!"