Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 74 The Whispers Underground

After completing the formalities, the shopkeeper took the tag and key from the wall and walked out of the counter.

"The guest officer comes with me."

The shopkeeper led the way. Zhao Lin noticed that one of his legs was lame, and he was walking very slowly, with a slightly hunched back.

When passing Room No. [-], Zhao Lin saw that there was a seal on the door, covered with dust.

The shopkeeper opened the door of Room No. [-], handed the key to Zhao Lin, and said with a smile, "Guest officer, take it away, and say hello if you have anything to do."

When Zhao Lin took the key, he glanced quickly and found that there was a layer of light yellow calluses on the bottom of the palm of the shopkeeper's finger.

He is too familiar with this cocoon!

To practice the skin, you need to insert your palm into the iron sand, and the skin will continue to form cocoons and shed the skin. After the skin training is successful, the skin will recover as new, but there will be a vertical line on the palm, and some calluses will remain on the root of the finger.

When Zhao Lin first entered the hall, he observed that there were no vertical lines on the palms of the shopkeeper's hands, and there were no bluish-white knuckles on the back of his hands.

However, these two things will gradually become shallower with age, and once a warrior breaks through the Qi realm, these appearances will disappear.

But the calluses on the palms will always exist.

Is it a cocoon left over from years of hard work, or have you practiced martial arts?

Zhao Lin's heart tightened, his face remained calm, and he said: "Okay!"

Walk into the room and close the door behind you.

It was broad daylight, and the sun was streaming in from the tall windows.

The furnishings in the room are simple, except for the kang, there is only a table and a chair, a wooden bucket is placed by the door, and a towel is draped over it.

Zhao Lin turned around in a circle, glanced at the door bolts, windows, ceiling and floor, and thought to himself: "With such a room layout, how did the murderer escape after closing the doors and windows?"

Could it be that he is a martial arts master with some kind of special ability?

But no matter how strong the force is, it is impossible to violate the laws of physics and lock the door from the outside.

Sun Zhang has checked the secret underground passages or the secret compartments of the government agencies. It should be credible that there is no route out of Room [-] except for the doors and windows.

Zhao Lin decided to stay and observe for a while.

The yamen has already greeted him, and no one will disturb him.

Zhao Lin didn't sleep well last night, so he lay on the bed with half-closed eyes, turning on his super-normal hearing every once in a while to scan the surroundings for movement.

Since becoming a police officer, the bandits have not sent anyone to follow and monitor, but Zhao Lin still dare not relax his vigilance.

The inn is no better than the county government. If someone gets stuck in it, it will be troublesome to catch a turtle in an urn.

For this reason, he brought an ax from the house on Shuncheng Street, and in case of danger, he forcibly broke through the wall and escaped.

During the day, the inn is relatively deserted, and most of the guests go out, and it doesn't start to be lively until around dinner.

Before dark, the man brought hot water, Zhao Lin closed the doors and windows after washing, and sat down in the middle of the room.

"If the murderer was hiding in the inn, he or they would have behaved in some unusual way."

Thinking of this in his heart, Zhao Lin's Adam's apple vibrated at a high speed, and his hearing was fully opened, receiving sounds from all directions like a radar.

People came in and out of the hall from time to time, and porters and workers were chatting and spanking in the lower room across the corridor.

The guests in the upper room on the second floor did not rest either. Some listened to music, some drank alcohol, and some called for special services.

The more Zhao Lin didn't want to hear it, the more these voices drilled into his ears.

Originally, this kind of all-round monitoring was a heavy load on the body and mind, and with the interference of these noises, Zhao Lin felt dizzy after listening for a while.

"No, listening to this will exhaust you to death."

Zhao Lin immediately changed his strategy and began to monitor intermittently, but he kept listening until late at night, but did not get any useful information.

"Don't worry, this kind of thing takes time. If the murderer is found on the first day, it will be a strange thing."

The next day, Zhao Lin continued to monitor, but still did not hear any abnormal noise.

But it wasn't nothing. He had a clear idea of ​​how many clerks, accountants, errands, cooks, and laborers there were in the inn.

On the third day, Zhao Lin kept monitoring until midnight.

bang bang...

There were two beeps from the street.

"It's the second watch."

Zhao Lin sighed, thinking that he would get nothing again today, suddenly a vague whisper came from his ear.

"what sound?"

Zhao Linli was alert.

The sound was very small, intermittent, and the source of the sound was not far from me, but it seemed to be separated by a thick wall.

Zhao Lin secretly felt strange. The inn room was made of wood, and the sound insulation was average. As long as there was a sound coming out, he could use his extraordinary sense of hearing to amplify it.

But this time the whispering sound was too weak, even if it was amplified, it was almost like a mosquito.

Zhao Lin walked back and forth in the room, trying to find a place with a strong "signal".

The doorway, on the table, under the window, in the corner... I turned around twice but couldn't find a suitable place.

Zhao Lin thought for a while, looked at the floor under his feet, bent down, and put his ears on the floor.

The sound suddenly became much louder!

There seemed to be two people talking under the floor, and words like "worry" and "two months" could be heard here and there.

There are secret passages underground!
Zhao Lin moved his body against the floor, and the volume of his voice changed accordingly.

When his head touched the kang, the voice became clearer.

At this time, he could already clearly hear the conversation, and only heard a low and round voice saying: "The wind is tight these days, don't come out."

Zhao Lin choked for breath, the voice...it was the innkeeper!

Then, a hoarse voice said: "Understood, you can go back quickly..."

The deep and mellow voice said again: "Okay, just wait for a few days."

"I see..."

The hoarse voice muttered a few words, and the voice became lower and lower. After that, the two stopped talking, and only the dull footsteps gradually drifted away.

Zhao Lin glanced outside the door, walked out quickly, and walked through the corridor to the hall.

There were not many people in the lobby, only a few guests were drinking and chatting. The night-duty guy rested his hand on his chin, looking like he was still awake.

"Guest officer, what do you want?"

Zhao Lin randomly found a seat and sat down. The clerk came over and asked, yawning.

"Have a pot of tea."

"Please wait."

Zhao Lin let go of his hearing, and heard slight footsteps in the room behind the counter, followed by the sound of taking off his shoes and going to bed.

"Guest officer, tea is here." The waiter came over with tea.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Zhao Lin paid for the tea and gave a few coins as a reward, and asked casually, "Man, where do you guys rest at night?"

The clerk took the money and pointed in the direction of the counter, "Return to the guest officer, the younger ones will sleep in the outbuilding at the back."

"Where's your shopkeeper?"

"The sleeping room..."

Zhao Lin took a look, and it was the direction from which the voice came from just now.

He drank half a pot of tea, returned to his room, and went directly to the kang.

Gently remove all the bedding and mattresses above, revealing the kang table below.

The kang is built of bricks and stones, with a layer of fine clay plastered on it, and a two-foot-square mud block in the middle is newly plastered, and its color is different from other places.

"So it is."

Zhao Lin breathed a sigh of relief, vaguely guessing the outline of the matter.

A murder in a secret room occurred in Room No. [-]. Everyone's search focused on Room No. [-], but they did not expect that the murderer came from Room No. [-].

Judging from the files, room [-] was unoccupied that day.

It is very likely that the murderer entered Room No. [-] through the partition wall of Room No. [-], returned to Room No. [-] after the murder, and then escaped through the secret passage.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lin quickly walked to the partition wall between the two rooms.

The partition wall is made of long strips of wood spliced ​​together, which is very strong.

Zhao Lin patted the wall lightly, and while listening to the sound, carefully inspected each piece of wood from top to bottom with the naked eye.

All boards were found to be exactly the same color as new and old, and there were no unusual sounds.

"Shouldn't it be?"

Zhao Lin thought hard for a while, and finally fixed his eyes on the beams of the house.

　The detective plot is coming to an end, returning to the main line: grow a beard!

　　There is a follow-up main plot, but the details need to be conceived. Sorry, there is only one chapter today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)