First of all, Ye Liuli can be ruled out, Ye Liuli always looks at her eyes strangely, Xiang Yong tries to avoid being alone with him.

Then Li Zhiping needs to do something.

Chen Beixuan just forget it, it's a good thing that he doesn't add to the chaos.

Xiang Yong looked at Fan Xiaoyue: "Senior sister, will you run with me?"

Since the identity set by the main god to them is a disciple of the "Beihe Venerable", he and Fan Xiaoyue are naturally in a sister-brother relationship, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Fan Xiaoyue smiled and did not refuse.

Before getting into the car, Xiang Yong asked, "Where is there a place to drink around here?" ”

Li Xiumei frowned, "You dare to ignore the Empire's prohibition of alcohol? ”

After a while, she pointed in a direction: "Three miles along this road, there is a tavern that is open all night. From the outside, it looks like a guesthouse, and the signboard reads 'Yulu Hotel'. Tell your junior brother, don't make trouble there, there are a lot of people in and out of the rivers and lakes, you are here to help me solve the case, not to be brave and ruthless. ”

Xiang Yong smiled and nodded: "Thank you." ”

After a little consideration, he approached Li Zhiping and whispered a few words, and Li Zhiping nodded again and again.

After speaking, Xiang Yong followed Li Xiumei and got into the car. Fan Xiaoyue followed closely.

The carriage started slowly, and soon galloped up, the sound of horses' hooves breaking the frozen night.

Xiang Yong was sandwiched between two charming beauties, somewhat charming atmosphere. The woman's body fragrance permeated the cramped carriage.

The carriage was bumpy, and the people sitting in the carriage sometimes staggered, sometimes Li Xiumei gently bumped into it, and sometimes Fan Xiaoyue almost fell into Xiang Yong's arms with the fragrant wind.

"You're carrying so many things, and it's hurting me. Li Xiumei said in a blunt tone.

Xiang Yong collected his mind, rearranged the longbow and quiver, and expelled all distracting thoughts from his mind.

Fan Xiaoyue is a modern person after all, so there will be no fuss.

Li Xiumei was tormented, and after a while, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and the whole person became uncomfortable.

She began to regret inviting Xiang Yong to get in the car.

Fortunately, Xiang Yong brought his junior sister.

If two big men sat with her, she would be even more like pins and needles.

Li Xiumei tilted her face to the side and looked through the glass at the receding scenery outside the window.

Fan Xiaoyue whispered, "Captain, do you really have a clue?"

Xiang Yong nodded: "I'm not 100% sure, but it should be fine." ”

Fan Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief.

If she can't complete the task within three days, she will be wiped out, and it is of course impossible to say that she is not worried.

Although she has full trust in Xiang Yong, the shadow of obliteration is enough to make her anxious.

She uncharacteristically didn't speak tonight, and she was also carefully observing Wang Jianlong's house, trying to find clues.

It's a pity that nothing was found.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Yong was already close to the final answer here.

At this time, Xiang Yong was thinking that there must be other clues hidden in the house.

I came to my current conclusion through the experience of a high-ranking monk.

It is equivalent to learning advanced mathematics and using the knowledge of advanced mathematics to solve mathematics problems in middle school.

But if you are an ordinary person, you can only honestly use the mathematics knowledge in middle school to answer the questions.

The main god will not give unsolved questions, so there must be clues in the house, but he and others have not found them.

The thought flashed through my mind.

Xiang Yong didn't dwell on this.

As long as it can solve the problem, the black cat is a white cat, and if you catch a mouse, you are a good cat.

He tilted his head and looked out the window. It's just that I looked in the direction of Fan Xiaoyue.

Fan Xiaoyue was also looking out the window greedily, looking at this completely different style from the earth, looking at those strange houses, and the occasional hurried and grotesque pedestrians on the roadside.

Every few seconds, the carriage would pass by a lamppost that illuminated her delicate face.

It wasn't particularly bright, but with a little hazy light, covering the imperfections on her face and highlighting her beauty.

Looking at the beauty under the lamp is really pleasing to the eye.

But Xiang Yong didn't have the heart to appreciate it.

In his mind, he was fiercely calculating the probability of encountering a Cultivation Realm monk during the mission, the method of dealing with a Cultivation Realm monk, and how to effectively use the materials he had exchanged.

He is not particularly good at intellectual activities, and now he can solve some problems smoothly, but he only relies on his experience of 5,000 years of life, not because he is good at reasoning, layout, and breaking games.

It's a pity that there are no think-tank players in the team at present, so for the time being, he can only reluctantly make it difficult to be both a captain and a military advisor.

But if there is a chance in the future, it is still necessary to absorb a think-tank type of player, and it only depends on whether the main god gives him a chance.

Half an hour later, the carriage slowed down and finally came to a halt on the side of the road.

The three of them got out of the car one after another, and in front of them was a three-story brick and stone building, and next to the huge badges of muskets and scimitars, there were several large characters that read "Namjing City Police Headquarters". The whole building is in a black and cold style, and the eaves and other places are designed with an oriental flavor.

Outside the gate, there are several vehicles with unique shapes, a bit like tractors on Earth, but they are supposed to be steam-driven.

It was late at night, and there was no one at the door, but there were still several offices in the building that were glowing through.

"Leave all your weapons in the car and come with me. Li Xiumei took the lead.

Xiang Yong and Fan Xiaoyue both left their swords, crossbows, and quivers in the carriage as they were told.

After entering the gate, Xiang Yong found a guard standing guard behind the door.

"Documents, take them out and register. "The guard looked to be in his forties, unsmiling, and looked a little lazy.

Li Xiumei said: "These two people are following me. ”

"You don't need to register what you brought?" said that, the guard waved his hand and let him go.

But when Xiang Yong and the others walked away, they heard him muttering in a low voice: "Stinky girl, what's the spirit." ”

Li Xiumei's cultivation is still low, unlike Xiang Yong, who has already opened his ears, and it is estimated that he can't hear it.

Xiang Yong pondered, Li Xiumei's popularity in the police station didn't seem to be very good, and I didn't know if I would be troubled if I went to check Wang Jianlong's body tonight.

Li Xiumei was familiar with the way, and took Xiang Yong and others to the depths of the police station, and then went down.

There was actually a floor of building underground, and after walking a long distance along the dimly lit and terrifying corridor, Li Xiumei stopped: "When I arrived, Wang Jianlong's body was stored here." ”

Xiang Yong and Fan Xiaoyue looked up, and there was a sign of "Forensic Medical Department" hanging at the door.

At this time, the door was closed, Li Xiumei stretched out her hand and pushed it open, and a strong smell of blood and corpse mixed with the smell of formalin came to her face, and Fan Xiaoyue couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her nose.

Li Xiumei looked cold and walked straight in.

The room looked like a small slaughterhouse, with dissected corpses on several beds, colorful entrails exposed, blood stains all over the floor, and various scalpels, tweezers, saws, etc.

In the dim light of an oil lamp, it can scare the faint of heart out of the heart.