Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 144 143 Things Have Just Begun

Mao Hetao's face was extremely grim. He subconsciously took two steps back and shouted at the people around him, "What are you looking at? It's not me! If you look again, I'll dig out your eyes!"

Everyone lowered their heads again - although they didn't watch it, there was no need to say what they were thinking.

Mao Hetao was panic-stricken and didn't care about the purpose of his visit today. He just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible.

He waved his hand hurriedly: "Retreat!"

Then he ran away without looking back.

At this moment, Mao Hetao had only one thought in his mind - to quickly find Feng Xiuhu, because only Feng Xiuhu could save him now.

A group of people ran as fast as they could and reached Yushi Street. When they saw the stairs leading to the factory area, they were suddenly hit by a strong wind.

Mao Hetao and his brothers were suddenly thrown over. When they opened their eyes again, a figure was standing in front of them.

The person who came was Xi Wusheng.

Mao Hetao didn't recognize the man, but he recognized the clothes. He pleaded for mercy in a trembling voice: "I am innocent."

Xi Wusheng's face was expressionless, his emotions unrecognizable. "You ran pretty fast, I almost couldn't stop you. I haven't even said anything yet, and you're already rushing to cry out for justice. It seems you're not that wronged."

Mao Hetao turned over and kowtowed: "Sir! Ni Shicai's death has nothing to do with me. I have never been to the upper city in my life, so where did I get the musket?"

Xi Wusheng said coldly, "You have no right or wrong to say. Follow me back to the temple to be judged."

He looked at the gang members beside him and said, "Go tell Feng Xiuhu to come see me as soon as possible."

……

When Mike led the Wrench Gang to knock on the door, Feng Xiuhu had just changed into his priest robe in the study.

"Mao Walnut was taken away by the temple."

Mike said.

Feng Xiuhu nodded.

He was not surprised at all. It was all within his expectations. Even if Mao Hetao was not caught on the spot, the temple would come to him to ask for his release afterwards.

"Xi Gaogong invites you to visit the temple for a detailed discussion."

Mike put it mildly.

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand: "How can he be qualified to talk to me?"

Feng Xiuhu was not trying to be pretentious, he really looked down on Xi Wusheng - in his heart, Xi Wusheng and Chu Wenti were on the same level.

And what level is Chu Wenti? He is just a ghost under the sword.

However, Feng Xiuhu was well prepared.

He pulled out a letter from the table and handed it over: "Send it to Xi Wusheng. I've written everything I should and shouldn't say in it."

The Wrench Gang member took the letter and left.

Soon, the letter arrived in Xi Wusheng's hands.

He had already made tea and was waiting for Feng Xiuhu to come, but he didn't expect that Feng Xiuhu would not even give him this little courtesy.

With a gloomy face, Xi Wusheng opened the letter and read it.

There was no politeness in the letter.

Feng Xiuhu first told him that this matter had nothing to do with the church. If Xi Wusheng wanted to interrogate Mao Hetao, you could do as you please, but if Mao Hetao lost even a hair, Feng Xiuhu would torture him into confessing. There would be no peace in the port in the future.

But if the temple sincerely wants to investigate, Feng Xiuhu will definitely agree with it wholeheartedly and cooperate fully.

This letter goes from verbal threats and rogue behavior to appealing to people's emotions and reason.

Xi Wusheng's expression grew increasingly gloomy as he read on, but he actually calmed down when he finished.

Feng Xiuhu was assassinated and then took his anger out on Lu Hongxi. This incident caused a big uproar, and Xi Wusheng certainly heard about it; but few people knew that a musket was used in the assassination.

Even Xi Wusheng didn't know, but he knew another thing - Feng Xiuhu had been to the Life Prayer Hall the day before.

He turned his head and looked at the empty seat next to him - this was the seat reserved for Feng Xiuhu.

There was an empty cup at hand, and in the cup was the bullet that was taken out of Ni Shicai's brain. The outer wall of the cup was already covered with frost.

At this moment, a deacon hurried over to report, "High Master, I've asked someone at the Life Prayer Hall to inquire. Father Sinnia did treat a gunshot wound the other day. The bullet was identical to Ni Shicai's, and it was imbued with freezing magic."

As Xi Wusheng pondered, he weighed the pros and cons. It was clearly impossible for him to believe Feng Xiuhu's claims based on just one letter. Furthermore, Feng Xiuhu's intention to drag the temple into trouble was too obvious.

But looking back, even if Xi Wusheng wanted to make a fuss about Ni Shicai's death, he wouldn't have known where to start - as long as Feng Xiuhu killed him without his presence and knowledge, Xi Wusheng would at most kill Mao Hetao to vent his anger, and the two families would be even.

But this means nothing to Feng Xiuhu.

At this time, he remembered Ma Binghe's instructions.

Then he beckoned the steward forward and handed him the letter, "Return to the palace immediately and hand it to the great priest."

……

The sun was setting and Feng Xiuhu was about to go home from get off work, but he met someone he shouldn't have met at that time.

Hairy walnut.

Feng Xiuhu was stunned: "Why are you back?"

In his expectation, even if the letter worked, the temple would have to lock up Mao Hetao for at least ten days or half a month, but they should not release him so soon.

Mao Hetao knelt down before Feng Xiuhu as soon as he entered, moved to tears: "Master Priest, from now on my life belongs to you!"

Feng Xiuhu looked at Mike.

Mike shrugged. He didn't know much. "He came back on his own and insisted on seeing you."

Mao Hetao wiped away her tears and said, "My life is worthless. I thought the priest would leave me alone and that I would have to confess today. But I didn't expect you to be so merciful..."

Feng Xiuhu interrupted him: "Wait a minute, what did Xi Wusheng say?"

Mao Hetao shook his head. "I haven't seen him since I entered the temple. But the clerk who let me go said it was you, Master, who wrote a letter to Xi Gaogong to clear my name."

"What I wrote was a letter, not an imperial edict."

Feng Xiuhu sat down, stroking his stubble as he thought rapidly, "I'm at a loss for words. What is the temple planning to do?"

Mao Hetao kept sobbing, which made Feng Xiuhu feel annoyed. His train of thought was interrupted repeatedly, so he waved his hand and told Mao Hetao to go away.

The study fell silent, and Mike suggested, "It doesn't matter if you can't figure it out. After all, we've achieved our goal."

Feng Xiuhu pursed his lips in thought, "Do you think the temple will really help investigate the shooter?"

Mike thought for a moment and said, "If the mastermind behind this is truly one of ours, then the temple will definitely be willing to investigate thoroughly. This is a rare opportunity for the temple."

Regardless of whether the truth can be uncovered or not, as long as the temple intervenes, the mastermind behind the scenes will definitely not be able to remain as calm as he is now.

Feng Xiuhu didn't understand the temple's rules, but he could still understand the simplest principles.

He didn't bother thinking about it anymore, said goodbye to Mike and returned to Bibo Street.

I thought this matter had come to an end for the time being, and Feng Xiuhu could have a few days of peace and quiet.

But I didn't expect that things had just begun.

During dinner, someone knocked on the door and Miao Gensheng led someone in.

It turned out to be Sanmazi.

If it wasn't an important matter, Sanmazi shouldn't have come to see Feng Xiuhu so late.

But Sanmazi didn't look panicked.

Feng Xiuhu asked him to sit down and eat together, and asked, "What's the matter?"

San Mazi said, "Zhong Siyuan is missing."

Zhong Siyuan? The factory manager, Lu Hongxi's subordinate.

"What do you mean lost? Escaped?"

Feng Xiuhu didn't understand.

San Mazi shook his head: "He was tied up the whole time. First, he didn't have the strength to break free, and second, he didn't have the strength to climb the wall. It's impossible for him to escape."

"So it was just lost—just like magic, it disappeared."

PS: What good would it do to lose a half-dead Zhong Siyuan? That depends on who has it.

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