Three minutes later, Fan Xian took out a steaming fish plate and drizzled some expensive soy sauce from the south. The sauce was amber and very beautiful. The steamed fish mixed with the sauce, and the aroma immediately filled the kitchen. He found leftovers from the night before and ate them with the steamed fish, ginger, and vinegar.
The next morning, he went to pay his respects to his grandmother. As he did so, a servant came to report that the kitchen had been visited by a thief. Fan Xian immediately understood what had happened and couldn't help but laugh. As he massaged the Countess's shoulders, he said to the housekeeper, "I heated up some food last night. Don't be nervous."
The servant was dumbfounded. The young master was so young, why didn't he ask the servants to do something? Why did he have to play with these things himself? If he burned someone, it would be no laughing matter.
Fan Xian knew what the servant was thinking. He obediently said to the Countess, "I recently found a way to steam fish in a book, so I wanted to try it myself. If it tasted good, I was going to give it to you. I wanted to give you a surprise, so I didn't dare let the servants know. I didn't expect it to alarm so many people. I know I was wrong."
His words were reasonable, and most people wouldn't be able to find fault with them.
The Old Mistress was expressionless when she heard this. She said gently, "Whatever you do is fine. Just remember to pack up properly no matter what you do."
The Countess had always been strict with Fan Xian. She rarely spoke in such a gentle tone, so Fan Xian felt a little uneasy. He felt that his grandmother's tone seemed to reveal a trace of pity for him. Why was that?
The Countess softly said, "I know what happened yesterday. Housekeeper Zhou wasn't very useful. You went into the kitchen at night, and no one noticed. That's really not right. I've already sent him back to the capital. Let that broken family deal with them. "
Fan Xian was slightly shocked. Only now did he remember that after he returned from killing someone, he had forgotten to deal with Housekeeper Zhou. It was clear that the assassin had been able to sneak into the manor and poison it, and he had been so careless. It was indeed disappointing.
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During the day, Fan Xian was in no mood to read the books sent from the capital. When he left the manor again, he subconsciously passed by the market. Only then did he understand what his grandmother meant when she said, "No matter what you do, just remember to tidy up."
A corner of the market had already been burned into ruins, but miraculously, it did not affect the neighboring buildings. Only the small building was burnt to a crisp, leaving nothing behind. Fan Xian, who was short, was listening to the conversation from the side. He knew that two people had been burned to death in the fire and were beyond recognition.
The place that had been burned was the building where Fan Xian had killed people yesterday.
Destroy the evidence?
Fan Xian remembered that his grandmother had just said that she had sent housekeeper Zhou back to the capital. Connecting this with the wretched ashes in front of him, he suddenly felt a chill run through his body. He finally understood what had happened. He really did not think that his grandmother, who was too strict with him and didn't love him enough, would be so meticulous in her thinking. For the sake of her grandson's safety, she would do such a thing.
Thinking of the old woman's normally closed eyes and resting appearance, Fan Xian could not connect this image with the ruins in front of him that were still giving off smoke.
Fan Xian mingled in the crowd and looked at the charred remains of the black wood in front of him. He knew he had learned a few more things.
Some of the nearby residents noticed his arrival. After greeting him, they were about to say something, but Fan Xian pretended not to hear them and left the market. Without realizing it, he had walked into the familiar grocery store.
"The housekeeper has been sent back to the capital," said Fan Xian.
Wu Zhu stood in the store, his body facing the quiet street. He did not react. The residents had all gone to the market to watch the excitement, so the street was very empty.
"The small building we went to yesterday was burned," continued Fan Xian.
Wu Zhu still did not react.
Fan Xian grabbed the corner of his sleeve and said in a low voice, "Do you think I was stupid for forgetting to take care of housekeeper Zhou? And I need you to help me clean it up! "
Wu Zhu turned around and said, "Do you want me to pity you? Do you think you are young and do not know how to deal with these things, so your pride is hurt and you seek comfort? "
There was a rare trace of curiosity in the blind man's voice. Compared to his usual emotionless voice, it was much more lively.
Fan Xian laughed. "I don't have that extra pride. I just don't feel good about killing people. And... "
He stopped talking. Deep down, he felt that if it weren't for Fei Jie and Wu Zhu's education, he would not have been more powerful than the children of the rich and powerful. Perhaps... he would have died long ago. In this power struggle, in this secretive background, a little more knowledge did not seem to be of much use. Everyone who stood at the top of the waves of power was proficient in dirty and complicated methods.
Compared to them, Fan Xian was really... just a naive child.
"The feeling of killing people, or the feeling of being killed. Which do you prefer?" asked Wu Zhu.
Fan Xian did not know how to answer. Of course, no one wanted to be killed.
"Since you already know the answer, then don't ask anymore." Wu Zhu handed him a sign. "Also, I think it is necessary to tell you that the Countess drove housekeeper Zhou out of Danzhou, but did not kill him, because she did not want the matter to become too serious in the capital."
Fan Xian looked at the familiar sign and knew that it was the sign of the steward of the Count's household. This sign belonged to housekeeper Zhou. He raised his head and looked at Wu Zhu with confusion. "You killed him?"
Wu Zhu nodded.
Fan Xian suddenly thought of the identity of the assassin. He scratched his head and asked, "Why did the assassin's use of poison and follow-up methods resemble the methods of the Overwatch Council?"
"Ask Fei Jie."
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On a bright and beautiful spring day in the west of Jingdou, in the square building with the outer walls painted a layer of gray and black, in a secret room, a thin, beardless old man sat in a wheelchair. His legs were covered by a soft, smooth, and beautiful wool blanket.
The glass windows of the secret room were tightly covered with black cloth, not letting in a single ray of sunlight. This old man had been seriously ill many years ago in the north. Since then, he had been afraid of the light.
"Old Fei, how is the investigation going on in Danzhou?" The old man looked at the white-haired, strange-looking man of the same age as him. He looked into his brown eyes and asked with a smile.
Fei Jie sat in a chair and drank tea. Looking at the strange smile on the director's lips, he wondered who was the real old pervert.
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