When the sun was half set, Hu Buxi returned to the inn leisurely.

With his skill, when he was engrossed, every grass and tree within a radius of one mile was under control. But according to the direction indicated by Zhao Wu'an, he chased out for ten miles in one go, but there was still no trace of anyone, so naturally he chose the wrong direction.

Since he was wrong, it is very likely that Zhao Wu'an is chasing in the right direction. But Hu Buxi didn't know how Zhao Wu'an thought about it, and turned west, after all, it was too rash.

After weighing the two, Hu Buxi still went back to the inn first, but at a glance he caught a glimpse of Su Qinghe in a hurry in the overcrowded lobby.

Hu Buxi was not good at disturbing others, Su Qinghe was busy, so he silently followed up the room and sat down at a table with few people.

After counting the number of people in the lobby, the catchers reported it to Su Qinghe, who sat in front of a table full of case files, frowning, which really made Hu Buxi tired to watch.

The theft of the directory was already tricky enough, but now there is an extra life, which really makes Su Qinghe anxious.

According to Xiao Kuai, who witnessed the fall, the deceased jumped from the corner of the balcony and fell next to the C-shaped room, and it is reasonable to say that there must be some mechanism, but there is no trace of any rope hook on the balcony. Not only that, but at dusk, when everyone was gathered together again, it was found that there were three people missing.

This can be said to be the worst situation that Su Qinghe has encountered since he became an official.

When they heard about the change in the number of people, the tenants in the lobby were in an uproar.

Almost a moment later, a sturdy man slapped the table and stood up: "There are already three people who have already run away, and what are you doing here to stop us? The people who run away must have evil intentions, just chase them, why waste our time?"

There was also a man with thinning hair at the table next door, and said: "That's right, since the big guy is staying in the inn on the edge of this official road, he must have an urgent matter, where is the time to spend here? Although you are an official, you can't always detain everyone here, right?"

In the corner of the lobby, Nie Junhuai, a first-class master who has been famous for a long time in the rivers and lakes, was holding his sleeves and looking at Su Qinghe with great interest.

Holding back his swollen head, Su Qinghe raised his hands and motioned for everyone to be quiet: "Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, it happened suddenly, and this head catcher also understands that you are anxious, but now that there is a new life, this head catcher must not let the criminals go unpunished." ”

"You've already let three people go, and you said you can't let them go!" said the sturdy man angrily.

Su Qinghe was speechless for a while, not knowing how to respond.

"Let me tell you why there are three less. ”

The voice suddenly came from behind, and the sturdy man was also stunned. When I turned around, I saw a guy who looked even more arrogant than himself, with a meaty face, a bulging belly, and a tattered knife in his hand, which lit the table one by one.

"The one who escapes is one, the one who is killed is the second, and the one who goes after the culprit is the third. ”

Hu Buxi said word by word: "These are the three people missing, do you understand?"

When the sturdy man heard this, he became more and more unforgiving: "Since the murderer is already at large, why should we be trapped in this inn......

"Did I say that it was the murderer who escaped?" Hu Buxi interrupted him in a rough voice, "I don't know anything, I'm just talking nonsense here, it's stupid, do you understand?"

Although he doesn't have a strong tendon like the man in front of him, Hu Buxi's posture of not being afraid of heaven and earth is too intimidating, coupled with the faint swing of a high-quality master's qi around his body, all of a sudden, he crushed the inn silently.

Only Nie Junhuai's cultivation was profound, and he was not affected by this qi, and he still stood in the corner of the inn and watched the quarrel, looking like an outsider.

Yang Xie, who is the most suspected, has now been placed behind the counter by Su Qinghe, away from the crowd, and guarded by two arresters.

In addition to Su Qinghe's subordinates, Jiang Lian and Zhu Yi, who came here with Zhao Wu'an, also sat in the crowd, but there was no trace of Zhao Wu'an himself.

Except for the lobby, the inn was almost empty, and the hunters rummaged through the large and small rooms, but they could not find the stolen roster.

A thin directory, placed throughout the inn, to find it is indeed tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack. What's more, there is a high probability that the roster will be taken by one of the three who left and will never be found again.

As for the man with the fox mask, Su Qinghe couldn't take the mask off his face despite all his might, so he could only put it in the backyard first, roll it up with a bamboo sweep, and then make arrangements.

Things have gotten to the point of chaos, and there are very few clues to it. After checking the roster of today, yesterday, and the two days, it was found that the three missing people, except for Zhao Wu'an and a lame man named Zeng Qi, the remaining one person was the fat and wealthy businessman's dart master.

However, simply knowing who the three disappeared were did not contribute to the truth of the incident. Up to now, apart from extracting information from Yang Xie's mouth, Su Qinghe could hardly think of any other way to investigate.

And Yang Xie obviously knew this set of interrogation methods well. From the morning until now, no matter how cross-examined, her answers have always been watertight.

The most suspicious footprint on the windowsill, according to her, was actually because she wanted to close the window tightly and stepped on it herself. In fact, the size of that footprint did match Yang Xie's shoe mold completely, and there was no loophole to be found.

For Hu Buxi's rescue, Su Qinghe is very grateful. But after all, there is an old man like Nie Junhuai among the tenants, and Hu Buxi can't stay in the field forever, and on the other hand, the case he is responsible for has made no progress.

As the minutes ticked by, it was approaching summer, and the night was getting late, and there was still a dim red color outside the window.

The atmosphere in the lobby became more and more tense, but Zhao Wuan never showed up, and Su Qinghe held the sword of love, fidgeting.

If Zhao Wu'an was here at this time, he must have been able to deduce the murderer from the clues. Su Qinghe thought silently.

Although he has always been indifferent and low-key, after all, he is the descendant of Su Changdi, and the conceit in the bones of the Su family is still engraved on Su Qinghe's body.

Therefore, he was unwilling to be defeated by Zhao Wu'an, so after being demoted to a head catcher, he became more and more diligent, trying cases day and night, turning over files, and practicing swords day and night.

It's just that I don't want to be left behind.

Su Qinghe didn't think that Zhao Wu'an's current achievements had nothing to do with hard work, but whenever he thought about how Zhao Wu'an solved a strange case, he always felt incredible.

"If you go to the scene more often, you can always find clues, no matter how long it has been. ”

In Qingdi Township, Zhao Wu'an's words suddenly appeared in Su Qinghe's heart, like a heavy blow to the head, and the clouds were seen in an instant.

Su Qinghe raised his head suddenly, and suddenly came to his senses.

"Look here. ”

Hurriedly dropping a sentence, Su Qinghe went out and went straight to the back room of the inn.

Starting from the place of the crime?

No, start everywhere. As long as it's live, there will be clues.

He first rushed to the second floor, starting from the A-shaped room, looking over one by one, pausing in front of the bookcase in the C-shaped room for a while, then turning his head and rushing up to the third floor, rushing into Yang Xie's room.

The room was dim, there were three burnt red candles on the table, Su Qinghe walked to the window, and he could still see half of the footprints on the windowsill.

He pushed open the window and reached out. There was no wind outside the window, but there was a hint of oppression.

Su Qinghe was slightly stunned, vaguely aware of something.

The next one is the rooftop.

He turned and rushed out the door, down the steps, all the way to the top of the terrace.

At this point, the setting sun almost completely sinks into the horizon, leaving only a crescent-shaped crimson in the west. The stars are shining overhead.

Su Qinghe could vaguely feel a chill behind him. On top of the vast wilderness, this four-story inn stands next to the official road, with a panoramic view of the mountains.

Su Qinghe walked to the edge of the railing, looked down downstairs, and realized something.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught something. Su Qinghe looked sideways and saw a white paper pressed under an empty tea bowl on the stone table.

In the dark, it seemed that all the obscurity became clear before his eyes.

"That's ...... The answer?"

For no reason, Su Qinghe felt that his heartbeat had become a little faster.

Holding on to the railing, he walked over to the table and picked up the paper.

Sure enough, the scribbled handwriting on the top was written "Zhao Wu'anliu" at the beginning of the format, which perfectly reflected whose handwriting this thing came from.

"If it's someone else who sees this, then please put it back in its place, if it's Lao Su, then congratulations, you're close to the truth. Time is pressing, and I can't explain why that guy Hu has read too little, but if it were you, you should be able to figure it all out, right? ”

"If you want to know any tips, let go of them. ”

Su Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and as said on the paper, he let go of his hand.

In the windless air, the letter swayed and fell to the ground. But the cool breeze behind him pushed the paper outward, as if it was deliberately blocking it.

Following the direction of the fall of the paper, Su Qinghe's pupils, which were originally full of confusion, suddenly tightened.

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Fifteen miles north of Qincheng Inn, in the middle of a dense forest.

As a carriage came to a leisurely halt, the man who was washing his hands facing the stream raised his head and turned to the two visitors.

It was already early summer, but the man was wearing an overcoat covered with brightly colored bird feathers, which hung softly on his shoulders like a shawl.

And his appearance is quite close to a demon. A face that was quite handsome, but it had to be covered with heavy white powder, with a dotted lip and temples as if stained with blood.

Although his appearance is strange, this does not affect the man in the slightest to claim to be one of the smartest people in the world.

According to the man's plan, everything was going on in a safe and orderly manner. In the eyes of the outside world, he was already in a desperate situation and could not save himself, but in fact, those people in the inn were in a desperate situation without knowing it.

In the man's opinion, there is no one in this world who can break his plan.

So he turned around, and with a strange smile on his face, he looked at the two visitors in the carriage.

Then he was a little surprised to find that the two visitors had become three.

Zhao Wu'an, who was holding the two flying swords of Yu Meiren and Su Musha in his hands, and were on the necks of the coachman and Zeng Qi respectively, sat lazily on the roof of the carriage, frowning and looking at the people by the stream.

"You're the Lord of Luo Yi Pavilion? He commented thoughtfully.

Zeng Qi and the coachman in the car were so frightened by the flying sword next to their necks that they trembled and didn't dare to say a word.