It was a small two-story building, made of green bricks and wood, and the walls exuded a sense of weather-beaten weather-beaten.
The shop owner was a thin middle-aged man with sharp eyes. He examined the three cloaked men standing in front of his shop.
"Customers, would you like a few catties of dog meat?" the shop owner asked tentatively.
Song Tingfeng replied in a hoarse voice, "How much is the dog meat outside and how much is the dog meat inside?"
When the shop owner heard this, a smile appeared on his face. He was an old customer.
"The dog meat outside is one silver coin per catty. The dog meat inside is three silver coins."
This kind of private prostitute actually asked for three silver coins. To be honest, the price of abalone was not much cheaper than in the capital. As old gangsters in the industry, Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao shook their heads.
Xu Qi'an didn't think much of it because he had been at the top of the industry ever since he entered the industry. A tea party cost ten silver coins. Three silver coins was just a drizzle … What? I'm a freeloader? Oh, then it's fine.
The shop owner got up and led the three into the shop. At this time, Xu Qi'an discovered that the shop owner was lame.
Inside, the indescribable sounds became clearer. The soundproofing was extremely poor, and the sounds were chaotic.
If Brother Chun was here, he would definitely say, "Listen to my slogan and act. 121,121, advance and retreat, advance and retreat …" Xu Qi'an complained in his heart.
The shop owner snorted, "The girls in the shop are busy. Why don't you wait? I'll cut a catty of cooked meat for you. "
The sky had just turned dark, but the girls in the shop were already in good order. The dog meat business in the black market was very good … Xu Qi'an didn't plan to wait because he had another purpose.
Xu Qi'an kicked open the door, startling the girls inside and causing them to scream. He kicked open the door one by one, causing a wave of angry curses.
The few men did not even put on their clothes and rushed out to teach Xu Qi 'an a lesson.
Xu Qi'an knocked down one after another. After five or six men, the men didn't dare to come up. He then gathered his energy in his dantian and said,
"Number D15 has been booked, hurry up and get lost, tonight's bill will be paid by Young Master Song."
When the patrons heard this, the anger in their hearts dissipated. Since the other party was willing to pay the bill, they would admit defeat. Anyway, dog meat shops were everywhere in the black market.
At this moment, the shop owner had already retreated to the chopping board, where there was a knife for chopping meat. He placed his hand on the handle of the knife, narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice,
"You're not here to buy meat, but to cause trouble?"
"Don't worry, I'll explain later." Xu Qi 'an said. Then, he gathered the naked and half-naked women in a room and shouted, "Let's go!"
"Put your hands on your head and squat!"
The women of different appearances did as they were told.
"No one is allowed to leave this room without my permission." Xu Qi'an waited for them to nod in fear before closing the door and returning to the first floor.
The shop owner was still confronting Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao.
Xu Qi'an closed the door of the shop again, then sat at the table, took out half a jade pendant, and said in a deep voice, "Do you recognize this thing?"
The lame shop owner's eyes fell on the jade pendant. In the candlelight, it had a warm luster, and the cut was neat. It was cut in half by a sharp object.
Xu Qi 'an clearly saw that the shop owner's pupils shrank.
"Who are you to Zhou Min?"
"You don't need to know, I just want to ask you, do you recognize this jade pendant?"
The shop owner nodded slightly, "Wait a moment."
After saying that, he limped into a room on the east side. Because of his limp leg, he usually lived on the first floor.
The rooms on the second floor were for the customers to handle affairs.
Xu Qi'an gave Zhu Guangxiao a look, signaling him to follow the shop owner, in case the other party played any tricks.
Soon, the shop owner returned with half a jade pendant and a booklet in his hand, which matched perfectly with the half Xu Qi'an took out.
"You're here to ask for something, right?" The shop owner said and handed over the booklet, "This was left here by Zhou Min."
"Don't you want to ask anything?" Xu Qi'an didn't touch the booklet, but stared at him.
"Do you know how to speak?"
"No, but you gave it too quickly."
The shop owner sighed, "When Zhou Min gave this booklet to me, he told me that the jade pendant is a keepsake, and that I won't give you anything without the jade pendant. Not even if it's him.
"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me your identity, I only recognize the jade pendant, not the person."
Only recognize the jade pendant, not the person … Because the Zhou Min who came to get the evidence might not be Zhou Min … What a meticulous old spy, it's a pity that he's dead … Only then did Xu Qi'an pick up the booklet, concentrating for a moment. This was an account book, which recorded the military supplies of the Commander's Office that 'disappeared for no reason'. Every stroke was recorded very clearly.
With this' evidence ', Inspector Zhang could arrest and interrogate the Second Rank Commander, even though he couldn't directly convict him.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at each other and saw the joy in each other's eyes. With the evidence in hand, their trip to Yunzhou could more or less come to an end.
"What's the relationship between you and Zhou Min? He gave you the account book without worry. "Xu Qi'an put away the account book, took a sip of tea, and asked in a chatty tone.
"I was originally a Jianghu Wanderer, but because I was nosy, I offended a yamen official and was beaten up by him. That was when my leg was broken. They wanted to take me out of the city and bury me alive, but Lord Zhou saved me, so I owe him my life. "The shopkeeper smiled sadly.
"With a lame leg, it's a joke to roam the martial world, so I took root in White Emperor City … When he gave me the item that day, I had a premonition that something bad was going to happen to him. But there's a limit to what I can do. I can't repay him for saving my life, but I can at least keep the item safe. "
"Thanks!" Xu Qi'an nodded, and added in his heart, 'Leave the revenge to us.'
The shopkeeper cut them a few catties of dog meat and didn't ask for money, but Xu Qi'an insisted on leaving him five taels of silver, not for the dog meat, but for Young Master Song's bill.
Song Tingfeng turned his head around and said regretfully, "Since we can't go back now, why don't we stay in the shop? I've already paid the bill …"
"Yes, there are beauties waiting on us in the shop." Xu Qi'an pouted, "Then you can go back, they're still enjoying themselves."
"…" Song Tingfeng felt that Xu Ningyan's words were really vulgar. He should say, "They're waiting for you to pick them."
…
Late at night, in a big house.
Li Miaozhen sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating. Her beautiful black hair was loose, setting off her wheat-colored oval face. Her beauty was full of heroic spirit.
She had been in Yunzhou for more than a year, either training the private army or going into the mountains to suppress bandits. Her fair face had been tanned to the color of wheat.
But Tenzō's disciples didn't care about their appearance. Their philosophy was: I don't have feelings!
If I don't have feelings, I don't need to care about my appearance.
After finishing her meditation, she sensed for a long time and found that there was no sign of the Mei in the house.
The Mei hasn't come back yet?
Three gongs were a piece of cake for the Mei, not to mention that Xu Qi'an was a wastrel who was hollowed out by wine and women, so there shouldn't be any problem.
Logically speaking, if she charmed them during the day, she could directly extract information. Why hadn't she come back yet?
Did the Mei disobey her order and lust for his body?
Li Miaozhen immediately ruled out this guess. The Mei had been with her for many years, and her biggest advantage was that she was obedient. She came from a good family when she was alive, and she didn't complain after her death. She was kind and knew that Xu Qi'an couldn't stand being squeezed, so she probably wouldn't absorb his essence.
Maybe it was just a moment of playfulness … Li Miaozhen lifted the quilt, snuggled into it, and fell asleep.
The next day, after washing up and eating breakfast, Li Miaozhen waited until the sun rose high in the sky, but the Mei still hadn't come back to report. She finally realized that something was wrong.
She immediately drew a simple Tai Chi Eight Trigrams formation in the yard, took out the grave soil, corpse oil, cat's eye, and other otherworldly items, and placed them in specific positions.
Then, she took out a wrinkled paper doll and placed it on the Tai Chi fish, using her energy to activate the formation.
In the field of vision that ordinary people couldn't see, the wrinkled paper doll crazily absorbed the Yin energy contained in the otherworldly item. Suddenly, its limbs moved.
Then, the paper doll staggered to stand up. After a few seconds of silence, it lay down again, turning into a normal paper doll.
Li Miaozhen's face instantly became serious. This paper doll was an item that the Mei had once attached itself to. It still had her aura, which should have led her to the Mei.
There were probably three possibilities for this situation. First, the Mei had an accident, and her soul had been destroyed. Second, the Mei had been sealed. Third, the Mei had left White Emperor City and gone beyond the range of the paper doll's senses.
No matter which of the three possibilities was true, it meant that something had happened to the Mei.
Whoever started the trouble should untie it! Li Miaozhen thought.
…
At the relay station!
"Have you finished reading? Is this account book real?"
In the room, Song Tingfeng asked Xu Qi'an, who was bending over the desk, with a loquat candy in his mouth.
Zhu Guangxiao, on the other hand, was meditating cross-legged.
"Do you know what reconciliation is? When interrogating a criminal, you have to confront him face to face," Xu Qi'an said impatiently.
"Then why are you still reading it with such interest?" Song Tingfeng yawned. He didn't rest well at the inn last night, which was actually a side effect of the illusion technique.
Song Tingfeng was now waiting for Inspector Zhang to come back. After handing over the task, he would go to the government office and entrust the yamen to find his beloved Miss Susu.
"At least I can go through it once and have an idea," Xu Qi'an answered.
"I'm going to the toilet." Song Tingfeng didn't want to argue with him.
After he left the room, Xu Qi'an tilted his head and looked at Zhu Guangxiao, who was meditating. "Do you want to find Miss Susu?"
Zhu Guangxiao opened his eyes, glanced at him, and didn't say anything.
"You haven't thought about it?" Xu Qi'an smiled.
"Yeah."
Xu Qi'an irresponsibly opened his mouth and bombarded him. "Do you still need to think about it? You and Miss Susu are husband and wife. That stinky little sister at home, she hasn't even let you touch her little hand, right? She even shamelessly asked you for a hundred taels of silver. You've gone crazy thinking about money. Damn old man, do you think your daughter is a … Forget it, I won't mock her.
"Have you seen my aunt? My aunt is pretty, right? She's one of the top beauties. When my second uncle married her, the betrothal gift was only twenty taels. That fiancée of yours, what right does she have? "
A hundred taels of silver, in an ordinary family, would save for five years without eating or drinking, or ten years.
On one side was his brother, and on the other side was his fiancée. Zhu Guangxiao chose to remain silent. But in his mind, he couldn't help but think of Miss Susu's delicate panting and Miss Susu's flirtatious posture.
Old Zhu wanted to say something, but Song Tingfeng's shout came from downstairs. "Ning Yan, there's a guest …"
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