Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

The night was like a thick curtain stained inky with the passage of time, weighing heavily on the eerie and cold prison of the Northern Pacification Office.

The cold wind blew past like the howling of ghosts and wolves, adding a bit of horror to the incident.

Lu Feng stood in the ruins after the fire, his brows tightly knitted into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

It is like ravines crisscrossing, filled with thoughts.

His eyes were as sharp as a blade drawn from its sheath, fixed on a charred piece of wood in the corner that had strange symbols carved on it.

As a well-known expert in solving cases in the Northern Pacification Office, Lu Feng's eyes have seen through countless conspiracies and tricks.

At this moment, with his keen intuition accumulated from years of solving cases, he knew in his heart that this mysterious symbol must be the key to solving the mystery of the "Shanxi Military Horse Case."

Just then, Mao Xiang approached with pretended steady steps.

Although his eyelids were drooping, his eyeballs were moving around restlessly like two trapped little animals.

Lu Feng raised his eyes and looked at Mao Xiang, his gaze as sharp as an eagle.

His voice was low, but it revealed unquestionable majesty.

"This fire started out of strange circumstances, you go and investigate the cause.

Look for any clues, especially if the fire was deliberately set."

Mao Xiang pulled up a seemingly humble smile at the corner of his mouth, but the smile did not even reach his eyes, revealing a sense of hypocrisy.

"Don't worry, sir, I will do my best.

However, this case is complicated and I am afraid someone is secretly making trouble.

If no results are found by then, I will have to trouble you to take the blame for me."

Lu Feng's face darkened and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He replied coldly: "You just need to do your job well. If anyone tries to sabotage us, I will not let them off easily."

Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to fly in the air.

The tense atmosphere spread quietly, like an invisible net, covering Lu Feng and Mao Xiang.

After Mao Xiang took the order and left, Lu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

He thought to himself: "Mao Xiang, your recent actions are so suspicious!

But there is no conclusive evidence now, and you are indeed good at intelligence work.

I'm familiar with the case, it's a pity that you are not needed to investigate it.

Humph, it depends on whether you will reveal your true colors during the investigation."

Thinking of this, Lu Feng called his confidant and ordered in a low voice: "Follow Mao Xiang and assist him in investigating the case.

Keep an eye on Mao Xiang's every move, and report to me immediately if there is anything unusual."

After Mao Xiang left, he secretly groaned in his heart.

He knew clearly that Lu Feng had become suspicious of him, and he had to find a way to get rid of the suspicion as soon as possible.

Taking advantage of the night, Mao Xiang ran silently towards Qi Anyi's hiding place like a night owl hiding in the darkness.

Before setting off, he had already received news that Lu Feng had arranged guards to patrol near Qi Anyi's hiding place.

Obviously, the security has been heightened, and every step along the way is full of danger.

Just as they were about to reach their destination, they suddenly heard a flurry of footsteps and heavy breathing not far away, accompanied by the flickering light and shadows of torches.

Mao Xiang's heart instantly rose to his throat, and all the blood in his body seemed to freeze.

He instinctively pressed himself against the wall beside him, every inch of his muscle tensed like a fully drawn bowstring.

At this time, Mao Xiang's right hand tightly grasped the dagger at his waist, and he was ready to fight to the death if there was any slight disturbance.

The guards were getting closer and closer, and the smell of alcohol coming from them and the sound of weapons clashing could be clearly heard.

Mao Xiang clenched his teeth and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

He stared at the flickering flames without blinking, not daring to breathe. Time seemed to be held by an invisible hand, and every second seemed to be stretched to an incomparable length.

Just when the guards were about to pass by Mao Xiang, one of them seemed to notice something.

He suddenly stopped and turned to look in the direction where Mao Xiang was hiding.

Mao Xiang's heart stopped beating instantly. He could even hear his own violent heartbeat sounding like a war drum in the silent night.

Fortunately, after a moment, the guard spat, cursed, and continued to move forward with his companions.

Mao Xiang's tense nerves finally relaxed. He let out a long sigh and continued running towards his destination.

But when he arrived near the hiding place, he found that Zhao Wu, who had originally delivered food to Qi Anyi, was being interrogated by the guards and looked panicked.

Mao Xiang thought to himself that something was wrong. Now things were becoming even more difficult.

He quietly walked around the guards and came to the closed door.

Taking a deep breath, Mao Xiang calmed his still wildly beating heart.

Then he raised his hand and pushed gently, and the door slowly opened with a creaky sound.

Qi Anyi, who was in the room, was pacing back and forth in fear.

Hearing this slight sound, he froze instantly as if he had been electrocuted.

Then Qi Anyi turned around abruptly, his eyes full of panic and vigilance, staring at Mao Xiang at the door.

Although Qi Anyi came from a scholarly family and was a little thin, his straight back and determined eyes revealed a tenacity, and his weakness was accompanied by an unyielding spirit.

Mao Xiang said in a low voice: "The suspect related to the Shanxi Military Horse Case has died suddenly in the prison of the Northern Pacification Division.

Lu Feng is investigating closely right now, and I have a feeling that he has begun to suspect me.

Besides, I just saw Zhao Wu being interrogated by the guards, the situation doesn't seem good!"

As Mao Xiang spoke, he was secretly thinking about how to minimize the losses.

He was even considering whether, if necessary, he should abandon Zhao Wu to save himself and Qi Anyi.

Then Mao Xiang paced around the cramped room anxiously like a trapped beast in a cage.

As he paced, his hands unconsciously clasped tightly in front of him.

The joints turned white due to the force and occasionally loosened.

Mao Xiang grabbed a handful of hair in annoyance, making the originally neat bun become messy.

His footsteps were irregular, and when he stepped hard, they seemed to carry a tremendous force, as if he wished he could create a hole leading to the underworld in the blue bricks under his feet.

When it is light, it is like tiptoeing on the edge of a cliff, afraid to make any sound and disturb the eerie tranquility of the night.

Every step Mao Xiang took seemed to be stepping on his own heartbeat, creating an anxious drumbeat.

"It seems like I have to find a new way to send you supplies, and I absolutely cannot let you show up.

If Lu Feng discovers your existence, we will all be doomed."

There was a hint of anxiety in Mao Xiang's voice, he knew very well that his situation was precarious.

Once Qi Anyi's identity is exposed, it will cause greater trouble and may even involve the deep-seated forces and conspiracies behind the scenes.

Qi Anyi took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Master Mao, I understand.

During this period of time, I have been thinking that those people are so unscrupulous in wanting to kill me, and the conspiracy behind it is probably far more terrifying than we can imagine.

I can't just hide like this, I want to help you find the truth and clear my family's name."

There was firmness and determination in Qi Anyi's eyes. Although he was in danger, he had no intention of retreating.

On the other side, Lu Feng, who was in the Northern Pacification Division, strode towards other cells.

Arriving in front of a cell, he looked at the horse-faced suspect curled up in the corner with a terrified look in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little disgusted. (End of this chapter)