Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 574 Dawn
A purebred unicorn horse can easily run four hundred miles in an hour while carrying two people.

It only takes two blinks of an eye to disappear from the long streets of Shenjing.

The precious horse ran through several alleys in a few breaths, and then it did not go to any secluded place, but galloped south for several streets, then turned gracefully and disappeared into a side door.

"This horse is really fast even with two of us on its back."

"No one is injured."

"No." Pei Ye turned over and got off the horse. They both took off their robes and threw them into the iron basin beside them. Pei Ye handed the blood-stained sack in his hand to her. Xie Chuantang paused, took it, opened it and looked at it silently for a while.

Pei Ye picked up the ice water beside him to wash the blood off his face, then took a towel to wipe it dry. It was very quiet here, with lush green winter cypresses, high walls and large courtyards, and an air of solemnity.

Because this is the backyard of the Jingzhao government office.

Pei Ye took the sack from her hand, flicked his hand and a flame flew down and fell into the iron basin. It only took the two of them a few breaths to calm down. He glanced at her, and Xie Chuantang smiled at him.

Perhaps I have never seen such a silent and peaceful smile on this woman's face.

The light color of the sky began to climb, and everything began to have color. The two passed each other without saying a word. Pei Ye put on his warm cloak and went out through the side door. He wrapped the sack in the cloak and took a bun from Xie Chuantang and bit it. The kitten jumped back on his shoulder. The first rays of sunlight were shining on the street. Xie Chuantang wore a clean police robe and came to the inner court study with his sword on his waist. He opened the door like every morning shift. The heater here had just been lit, and the air in the big house seemed cold.

Lord Di had gotten up in the morning, washed and dressed, and was sitting at his desk. It was difficult for him to hold a pen at this time of year. He kept his hands in his sleeves and read official documents. Xie Chuantang came to him and put a pack of still warm buns on the desk.

"I bought it back." Xie Chuantang said, "My lord, eat it while it's hot, or it will get cold again."

"Thank you for your hard work." Di Jiu smiled.

Just a moment later, there was a panicky noise coming from the front of the government office, and gradually moving to the back office. Di Jiu put down the document and looked up. Two breaths later, a hurried figure pushed open the door of this public room.

"Lord Di! Prime Minister Li...former Prime Minister Li Du was assassinated on Laohuai Street when he was leaving the city, and his head was cut off!"

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"At 7:15 pm, Li Du turned into this street. At 1:15 pm, the Immortal Terrace received a report." The knife-carrying man with a goose-shaped sign on his waist whispered, "Two panicked passers-by said that there was a swordfight and murder on this street, and there was a lot of blood. I blocked the area after I arrived."

The purple-clothed woman in front of him had a gourd hanging from her waist. She used spirits as ink to outline the entire area and then tied a knot at the end, thus forming a spiritual ban.

"Let's examine the cause of death of each person first and reconstruct the trajectory."

"The Jingzhao Prefecture has just examined them." The man with the knife on his back said, "Each person has a clean sword wound. Eight swords and eight corpses were all killed by one person. The murder weapon was nailed to the back of the neck of the last person. It was an ordinary iron sword, very new, and had never been used before. Li Guxiang was beheaded by the butcher knife next to the corpse. Apart from that, there were no other injuries."

"Let's check again. Since the joint investigation document hasn't come down yet, let's check our own cases first."

Xing Zhi nodded and said calmly, she picked up the pen and wrote a few lines, white breath dissipated from her cheeks in the early morning.

"Yes."

It was indeed a shocking scene. Nine corpses fell to the ground. The headless body in gorgeous clothes was frozen in an ugly posture of kicking and struggling, falling into a pool of blood.

Xing Zhi stopped writing and glanced around. His gaze stopped at the side of the street, where the mayor of Beijing, dressed in red, stood with a serious expression, chatting with his deputy beside him. Xing Zhi walked over.

"Mr. Di, thank you, Officer. It's been a long time."

"Hello, Xing Zishou."

"It's really hard to have a peaceful year." Xing Zhi stood beside them and sighed softly, "How should we handle this case? Has Lord Di reported it?"

"I have already submitted a memorial to the palace." Di Jiu watched with his hands folded in his sleeves. "It's only a few steps away anyway."

Xing Zhi smiled.

"I think this case will be tried by three judges, and we will probably be added as one more person." Xing Zhi said, "But I just checked and there is no trace of Lingxuan."

"It was done very neatly and cleanly, leaving no clues." Xie Chuantang said.

"That's... quite troublesome." Xing Zhi sighed, turned her head and said solemnly, "General Yang, since you are here, why don't you come over and talk - when did you hear the news, and did you see any suspicious people leaving the city at the city gate?"

Yang Juhu was wearing armor and holding a spear, with twenty or thirty personal guards standing behind him. He had a blank expression on his face, and his body was as heavy as a mountain, standing like a statue in winter.

He was silent for a moment, then said indifferently, "I am only waiting for Prime Minister Li outside the city, and I don't know the details. Now that the murder has happened, it may not be the duty of the imperial guards to track down the murderer. Before the emperor gives his orders, I will not disturb you for the time being."

Next to him stood a man with a stiff expression. He was not young either, well-dressed, with half-white hair and beard. His hands were trembling slightly as he stared at Li Du's headless corpse without moving.

"...Is that Zhang Mengqiu?" The man with the knife on his back drew the shape of the wound in front of him with two strokes, glanced at it, and said in a voice transmission.

This was the edge of the scene. He squatted here. Qi Gong, the [Painter] standing next to him, blew two puffs of hot air on his hands. He frowned and thought about the appearance of the person who left this sword. He replied, "He is about 200th on the Crane List. The chief steward of the Prime Minister's House. Where was he when he was assassinated?"

"It seems that they are also waiting outside the city gate. Such a large convoy." The knife-carrying man frowned and muttered, "How could he die here... The second master of the Li family only brought Hong Xingping with him?"

"It's not about who I bring with me. I'm used to this route. When I was young, I went to court alone." Qi Gong frowned and imagined the appearance of the murderer in his mind. "This old man has been in the political arena for his whole life. I guess this is the only time he has been assassinated."

"To be honest, the timing was very subtle." The man with the knife on his back added in a serious voice transmission, "The Xuanmen around us just happened to hand over the Law Guarding Order last night. Yang Juhu and Zhang Mengqiu were both outside the city repairing the convoy, and they were separated from Li Du for only a little over an hour. There is a lot of information here that ordinary people can't get." "...and the person who did it is really strong." He peeled off his collar, stared at the fierce sword wound in silence for a while, and added.

"Nonsense, he killed Li Du, how can he be an ordinary person?"

"I mean, ordinary assassins can't seize this opportunity, and can't beat these Eight Lives masters and Hong Xingping. There are actually only a handful of people who can do this cleanly and efficiently..." The man with the knife on his back muttered.

Engineer Qi stopped writing, opened his slender eyes, and glanced down at him: "Oh? Which ones? Inspector Zhang Dayan, tell me, and I will report to the higher authorities for you."

The man with the knife on his back shut his mouth tightly, as if he had become deaf and dumb, and continued to draw his own sword wound while shaking his head.

Qi Gong raised his foot and kicked him on the butt: "Speak."

Zhang Kuai raised his head and rolled his eyes: "Go away, stop pretending to be an asshole."

Qi Gong smiled and tapped the drawing paper with his pen: "Do you know rubber band?"

"What about the rubber band?"

"Da Hefu said, this rubber band goes down easily when you swallow it, but you insist on chewing it, and it just won't break down—" Qi Gong picked up his pen, "Some cases are like this, so simple that you don't even need to investigate, but you have to investigate, and in the end you can't find out anything."

Zhang Kuai was silent for a moment, then gave a thumbs up: "High."

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Qi Gong smiled and said, "But this case is not bad. You can get the reward by chewing it every day... Did you just say that this person is very powerful?"

"Yes."

"How powerful?"

"Within the Pulse Realm, he is one of the best figures in the world."

"Um……"

"The Beauty in the Painting" connected him with Lingxuan. Qi Gong closed his eyes and carefully pieced together what he had seen and heard in the past half moment. His pen followed Lingxuan's movements on the drawing paper.

Just like sketching the shape of the water monster by the west pond that day, this spiritual scripture requires the innate spirituality of the person practicing it, and it has a high threshold. However, if one cultivates the [Painting Hand], one can ask the spiritual gods of heaven and earth who witnessed what happened. This is a unique and rare talent on the Immortal Platform.

At this time, although there is not much information at the scene for the first time, fortunately the time difference is not too long, and Qi Gong is planning to draw a first version. Driven by the spiritual sutra, his heart is intoxicated and he sketches along with the spiritual mystery. The pen wanders on the paper, and it is the mysterious feeling of following the guidance of the spiritual energy...

However, Zhang Kuai, who was standing nearby and watching, could no longer help himself and frowned, saying, "Did you learn it or not? Did you become a painter through backdoor?"

Qi Gong stared at him and turned his head to look at him.

Zhang Kuai just frowned and stared at the drawing paper: "You said you would get an extra five taels of silver every month just to draw this thing... Then I can do it too."

Qi Gong lowered his head and remained silent.

The painting shows a stickman holding a sword, posing while being besieged by several people. There are two words written on his big round head - "fool".

If you randomly ask a child between five and eight years old to draw a person with a sword, the resulting work will be no different.

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"What do you mean 'all erased'?" Pei Ye was walking along the streets of Shenjing. The morning sun had already risen completely. The roadside restaurants were emitting steam from the morning heat. He said vaguely, "I didn't use Lingxuan in the first place."

The cheeks bulged as he chewed the bun, and when he tilted his head, it touched the kitten, which moved its body: "The spiritual mystery of heaven and earth is like a sea of ​​clouds. If you use and consume some, it will naturally leave a gap. But even if you do nothing and just pass through the clouds, it is inevitable to leave traces. There are some subtle spiritual arts in the world that can leave such traces, so that you can see the height, weight, and so on of the things that pass by."

Pei Ye suddenly realized: "There is a thing called "The Beauty in the Painting" on the Immortal Terrace. I think this is it."

"good."

"You have erased it?"

The black cat stretched out a paw and said quietly: "'First, Chi Fire is the best spiritual fire in the world.'"

"Well."

"Don't worry." The black cat said calmly, "I have disguised your appearance."

Pei Ye naturally believed what it said and didn't take it too seriously. He was standing on the street at this time, looking around, and indeed he saw the simple green carriage. He took two quick steps and lifted the curtain. There was only one person in the carriage. Xu Chuo was still dressed as usual, and she looked like a fragrant spring breeze even in winter. At this time, she was holding a cup of tea in her hand, and the cold wind made her steamy.

"You don't even knock on the door now? What if you turn it into a girl's carriage?"

Pei Ye was silent for a moment, lowered the curtain, stood outside and knocked on the carriage: "It's me."

Xu Chuo smiled and said, "Please come in."

Pei Ye sat down with a cold look on his face and put the blood-stained sack on the table with a thump. The woman who was making tea did not find the fishy smell unpleasant and still carefully poured out two cups of fragrant tea.

(End of this chapter)