When the news came that someone had been killed by the torii, the group was making the final preparations before leaving.

Although a large number of heroes have poured in in recent days, White Horse Town has long lost its previous quietness, and there are often cases of stealing and cheating, but there has never been a murder.

As soon as I heard that two people had died by the archway outside the town, whether it was a local resident or a person from outside the rivers and lakes who had not been around for a while, people were panicked for a while. Some of the brave ones left the town early in the morning to go to the torii to find out.

The news soon came back. The dead people were Zeng Qi and the coachman, the two people who wanted to be killed with a flying sword when Zhao Wu'an first came to White Horse Town that day.

At breakfast time, rumors spread like ghosts.

In the early morning of this day, the monks did not preach the Buddha and chant the scriptures. When Zhao Wuan went out of the inn, he bumped into him.

The four eyes were facing each other, and a dark hatred rose in the eyes of the non-bitter monk.

Zhao Wuan said helplessly: "It's not my hand." ”

The monk did not answer, closed his eyes silently, folded his palms, and chanted words in his mouth.

Zhao Wu'an passed by him.

The monk suddenly said: "Justice is in the hearts of the people." Childe has his own means to do it seamlessly, but it is not so easy to hide from the poor monks. ”

Zhao Wu'an ignored him, snorted secretly, performed light skills, and rushed to the outside of the town.

After a few ups and downs, Zhao Wu'an came to the archway. The corpses had surrounded the three inner and outer three layers of people, most of whom were men, and there were very few women and children. Messy footprints in the snow.

Zhao Wu'an glanced back at the road leading to here in the town, and there were several footprints in between, but it was much more neat than the edge of the archway.

It snowed all night last night and didn't stop until nearly midnight. If anyone has walked this road after that time, they will inevitably leave footprints unless they do it lightly.

However, now the memorial arch is already full of spectators, Zhao Wu'an came late, and it is impossible to distinguish which one was left before from so many footprints.

He narrowed his eyes suddenly, as if he had seen something unexpected.

Someone in the crowd saw him, a swordsman dressed in white and carrying a red box, and the whispering voice immediately spread. Zhao Wu'an was helpless, and said stubbornly: "Please borrow a way." ”

With a suspicious look, people moved out of the way. Zhao Wu'an approached the archway and saw two corpses lying at the base of the stone pillar.

Zeng Qi and the coachman whose last name he did not know until his death. Even the name Zeng Qi is most likely a pseudonym.

Zhao Wu'an squatted down and looked through the bodies of the two. After being buried in the snow for the night, the body was already frozen and hardened, and there was no doubt that the sword piercing in the chest was a fatal wound.

Whispers overhead grew louder and louder.

Everyone was suspicious of him.

But after all, Zhao Wu'an had used a flying sword in front of everyone, and even if he was suspicious, no one dared to speak out. The majesty of the day when he first entered Hakuba Town, although it ended awkwardly, had an unexpected deterrent effect here.

Zhao Wu'an was silent. I remembered the sword roar I heard when I was ugly last night.

He had a battle with Nie Xinglu in Hangzhou City, and he was also very familiar with the sword sound last night. Zhao Wu'an couldn't be mistaken, it was the sound of the sword roaring of the joy.

Drink the greedy spring and feel refreshed, and be happy when it dries up.

The two swords of the Nie family's Xiaoao martial arts, Wangyue and Joy, one is hidden in Nie Jun's sleeve, and the other is carried by Nie Xinglu. The West Lake Luoshen case was solved, and after Nie Xinglu died, the sword was also sent north and returned to the Nie family.

Now that Nie Junhuai is dead, there is only one person left who can make the sword roar like this.

The head of the Nie family, Nie Baishuang.

Retracting the coldness in his eyes, Zhao Wu'an stood up, hesitated for a moment, and still asked the people around him.

"Has anyone ever been in and out of here in a car during the day?"

The man he questioned trembled and unconsciously took two steps back.

Zhao Wuxin sighed secretly. At this time, a voice came from the back of the crowd: "No, I came early in the morning and didn't see the car." ”

Zhao Wu'an nodded, and then stretched out his hand to the snow: "What's the matter with those two brand-new ruts on the snow? It snowed all night last night, so this rut should be left today." ”

The people followed his instructions. Sure enough, on the trail that leads to Whitehorse, there are two inconspicuous ruts.

There was a round of head-to-head exchange in the crowd. After a long time, someone said: "We really didn't pay attention to this before." ”

"Who found the body?" asked Zhao Wu'an.

"It's me. A small man with a goatee walked out of the crowd and was the first to answer Zhao Wu'an's question.

"Why did you leave town so early?" asked Zhao Wu'an.

"Come out and set up a stall. The man pointed to the package behind him, "It snowed yesterday, and the stall this morning is naturally going to be grabbed, so I'll come early." ”

"Was that what the corpse was like when you came?"

"Yes, the people in Shuzhong have always been simple, who would have thought that such a thing could happen in Zhenkou......"

"Did you find any other visible marks in the snow along the way?"

"I really didn't pay attention to this rut. But if you're talking about footprints, that's not the case. The man replied sincerely.

Zhao Wu'an was silent for a long time.

Then, without saying a word, he followed the rut and returned to Whitehorse the same way.

However, after entering Whitehorse, the rut began to move aimlessly, passing by the ring in the center of the town four or five times. Zhao Wu'an followed all the way around the town, and it took a full three incense sticks to follow to the end of the rut.

In front of him was a small courtyard located in an inconspicuous part of the town, with the wooden door half-hidden, which seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, and there was no sound inside.

Zhao Wu'an pushed open the door and saw a small cart parked against the wall, the horse pulling the cart had disappeared, and the weeds in the yard were barren.

He took two steps back, closed the courtyard door, and returned to the inn.

There were a lot of people gathered in the lobby, and Mrs. An, Hu Buxi and others were also in the corner. People are mostly talking about the murder that happened in the morning. As soon as he saw Zhao Wu'an enter the door, the voice of the discussion immediately lowered a lot.

You don't have to think about it to know that Zhao Wu'an was almost defaulted to the murderer by them.

He ignored it, walked to the table in the corner, sat down, and faced Hu Buxi.

Mrs. An said calmly: "Did you find anything?"

"The dead are the two I hunted down two days ago. It was a well-deserved death, but I didn't want to kill them. Zhao Wu'an closed his eyes and poured himself a cup of tea.

Duan Taoli always felt that his pot of tea was going to overflow.

"As for who the murderer is, I have some ideas, but I can't be sure. There are still doubts in this case. ”

Zhao Wu'an opened his eyes, spread his hands, and said, "However, there is another thing, but it is a bit eyebrow-raising. ”

The crowd waited silently for his next step.

Zhao Wuan raised his head, looked directly at Hu Buxi, and said lightly: "You have something to hide from me, Hu Buxi." ”

Hu Buxi laughed and said, "Boss, what are you talking about......

"I saw the carriage. ”

Hu Buxi was stunned.

"It snowed last night, and the carriage that could leave ruts in the snow must have been the town of Whitehorse that entered after the snow stopped. Either early in the morning or in the middle of the night. The ruts were shallow, indicating that neither the driver nor the person riding in the car was by any means too heavy, and there was nothing to carry except the two of them, and even the one pulling the cart was probably a thin horse. ”

Zhao Wu'an's words were unwavering.

"I don't beat around the bush anymore. Sitting in that car are Zhu Nanzhan and Qiao Xi, right?"

Although he had lowered his voice, Hu Buxi was still taken aback, and suddenly stood up from his chair, staggering so much that he almost fell backwards.

The crowd looked at him suspiciously.

A dignified master of the rivers and lakes, Hu Buxi's courage has long been famous, why was he frightened by two names?

"You...... Boss, how do you know?"

"I've said it all, ruts. Zhao Wu'an said lightly, "And on the day in Qingdi Township, the reason why you couldn't go out to look for me is because Zhu Nanzhan came to the door, right? After Meng Qianlei was acquitted, Qiao Xi, as the real murderer, had long lost the meaning of re-arresting. If it was Zhu Nanzhan, most of them would take her with them to take care of her. And the reason why she found you was probably because of Qiao Xi's business?"

The lobby was noisy, with the sound of cups clashing from time to time, and suddenly a man stood up at a table in the corner, inconspicuous in the inn, and almost no one noticed.

After a long silence, Hu Buxi let out a long sigh.

Qiao Xi's body was almost unable to hold on. ”

Zhao Wu'an rarely saw him look so decadent.

He said unexpectedly, "Sick?"

"It's probably a relapse of an old disease. After being separated from her that year, after she lost her memory, her workouts to kill people were too painful for a girl...... What's more, now that the revenge has been avenged, she doesn't have any will to live, and a simple typhoid fever can kill her. ”

Zhao Wu'an was stunned. Hu Buxi raised his head and continued:

"When Zhu Nanzhan brought her to Qingdi Township to look for me, she was not too sick, but she couldn't be cured anyway. I went to the hospital to get a lot of medicine for her, but to no avail. Later, the boss said that you were going to Shu, and I knew that I might not be able to see her when I came back, so I begged Nanzhan to take her and follow us all the way. ”

Zhao Wu'an fell silent.

"It snowed heavily last night, all the firewood that could be found was soaked, Zhu Nanzhan couldn't make a fire, Qiao Xi was almost frozen to death, and he had no choice but to drive into White Horse Town. ”

Hu Buxi said as he spoke, and his voice became lower and lower: "I'm sorry, boss, because I have been hiding from you for so long because of my private affairs......"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Wu'an leaned over, stretched out his arm, and smashed his head hard.

Hu Buxi was beaten up.

"Are you a fool, Hu Buxi?" Zhao Wu'an asked, "A girl is sick, and you put her in a wild and uninhabited place and follow us all the way?"

Hu Buxi: "I ......"

"Why don't you hurry up and find the best doctor in town!" Zhao Wu'an said, "No matter what she Qiao Xi did, even if she deserves to die, she has to save people first!"