Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 149 Chapter 148 What are you looking for

Yukhu was taken away, and the people from the temple and the government office were also evacuated.

The remaining deacons and priests gradually dispersed to deal with the aftermath, and Mike also went to help.

Only Toverson Zhao and Feng Xiuhu were left in the empty hall.

Toverson Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the mist emblem above him.

After a long time, he roughly figured out the matter.

"Does Ni Shicai's death have anything to do with you?"

Toverson Zhao's questions hit home.

Feng Xiuhu couldn't admit this: "No."

Toverson Zhao Moran nodded: "Go back to your temple."

Feng Xiuhu turned and left.

Yukhu was wrongly accused.

Feng Xiuhu knew it because he knew that Zhong Siyuan was not the gunman.

The temple also knows this because they were the ones who wronged others.

But the church was not sure because they had no evidence to prove that the temple was lying.

That's why Toverson Zhao asked that question - Is Ni Shicai's death related to you, Feng Xiuhu?

Feng Xiuhu couldn't tell the truth.

It was not because he did not want to clear Yukhu's grievances, nor was it because he did not dare to admit it, but because in this matter, he was tricked by the temple and forcibly tied to one end of the temple.

As the fuse of this incident, from Feng Xiuhu's own perspective, this truth is easy to understand -

As long as he doesn't admit it, the case will end with Yukhu.

But if he admitted it, not only would the temple's blade pointing at Yukhu hang around his neck, but even the church would not tolerate him.

Even Ma Binghe was not afraid to show his fangs to Feng Xiuhu in advance - the elevator.

If Feng Xiuhu had jumped out just now to point out that Zhong Siyuan was not the gunman, Feng Xiuhu could almost guess that Ma Binghe would slap the arrest warrant prepared in advance on his face and take him away on the grounds of obstructing the official business of the government office.

Why did Feng Xiuhu dare to stop Zhong Siyuan from repairing the elevator last time?

Because on that occasion, although the approval document was issued by the government office, it was essentially the Duke of Daguo's business. Feng Xiuhu knew that the Duke of Daguo and the church were in the same camp and there was always room for mediation, so he acted recklessly.

But this time it was different. If Feng Xiuhu admitted to imprisoning Zhong Siyuan, then repairing the elevator would become the government office's responsibility.

If he tried to stop him again, he would face the temple.

Listen to what Ma Binghe meant - the elevator issue can be slowed down, but the case must be closed.

This sentence can also be said in reverse - if the case is not closed in a hurry, we can also settle the elevator bill first.

Feng Xiuhu was put up.

After walking out of the church, Feng Xiuhu stood on the street and vomited with a "wow".

Psychological discomfort triggers a physiological reaction.

This feeling is extremely uncomfortable, as if I have nowhere to put my strength and am restricted in what I do.

Mike, his face pale, followed from behind. He patted Feng Xiuhu's back and asked, "Are you okay?"

Mike was also an insider and knew the danger that had just happened, so he was even more frightened.

Feng Xiuhu wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and nodded: "Let's go back to the temple."

……

Feng Xiuhu originally wanted to discuss the next countermeasures with Mike, but when he returned to the study, he found that Konate Chen was already standing next to the desk.

Logically speaking, Konate Chen should be in the hall discussing with the leaders at this time, not here.

Mike bowed his head and retreated, leaving the study to the two of them. "I warned you long ago not to embarrass the church."

Konate Chen didn't even look up as he flipped through the notebook Feng Xiuhu had placed on the table. "I thought a devout believer like you would be more interested in the story of the God of Mist."

Feng Xiuhu stared at Konate Chen, stroking his stubble with his hand. "Seeing you suddenly reminded me of a question. Why did the temple choose Yukhu as its target instead of you?"

Konate Chen looked up and asked, "Are you disappointed about this?"

Feng Xiuhu shook his head. "At first, I guessed that Yukhu might have happened to visit the auction house recently, and that's why he gave the temple a reason. But when I saw you, I suddenly understood—because there are only two holy temples in Fancheng."

"The Factory District Temple is my territory, so the only temple left is the Upper City Temple, so the target can only be Yukhu."

Feng Xiuhu said seriously, "So you should thank me. If I hadn't taken over the factory area temple, you might be the one suffering now."

Konate Chen frowned and asked, "Why should it be me?"

Feng Xiuhu asked him, "You were so strongly against me becoming a priest, wasn't it because you wanted to take over the church yourself?"

Konate Chen's eyelids jumped: "Of course not. The situation is tense now. It is not the time for me to enter the Holy Temple."

Feng Xiuhu immediately added, "That's true, but if I hadn't taken over, the situation would have stabilized quickly, and you would have been able to take over the temple sooner. But the fact is that I took over, and given my relationship with the temple, the situation will only become more tense."

"I just figured this out today."

Feng Xiuhu tilted his head: "Old Chen, did you offend the leader?"

Konate Chen's expression showed a moment of tension, and he subconsciously frowned in thought.

Feng Xiuhu saw this and laughed, "It seems you did do something wrong, but do you think the leader doesn't know?"

"Shut up."

Konate Chen scolded: "This has nothing to do with what happened today."

"I think it's related."

Feng Xiuhu stepped forward and stared into Konate Chen's eyes. "Normally, as a bishop, it's only a matter of time before you take over the cathedral, but you seem overly eager."

"Although I don't know why you are so anxious, there is no doubt that my taking over the temple has disrupted your plans."

"So you're planning to find someone to get rid of me, the roadblock, and then naturally put the blame on Lu Hongxi—you don't even dare to involve the temple, because once the temple is involved, your plan to enter the Holy Temple early will be ruined again."

Feng Xiuhu's eyes were fixed on Konate Chen. "But what you didn't expect was that not only did I not die, but I actually made things worse and worse. Now it's out of control."

"This matter started with you, and it should end with you."

"So you came to my house last night and to my study today. What were you looking for?"

Feng Xiuhu slowly stretched out his hand from his sleeve.

"Are you looking for this?"

Revolver in hand.

Konate Chen's expression was calm: "This is the first time I've encountered a murderer who took the initiative to produce evidence."

Feng Xiuhu smiled and said, "Yes, I admit that there is an element of gambling in this. I am indeed not good at investigating cases, but I can tell these speculations to Vadracho."

Konate Chen nodded and said, "I will give you this opportunity to plead your case to Elder Vadra, but not as a priest, but as a prisoner—Mist, summoned."

The fog suddenly enveloped the room, and it turned out to be this study room again.

Konate Chen's figure disappeared from Feng Xiuhu's sight, and his voice echoed in the fog.

"In the name of the mist, purge."

Thick fog rolled around and turned into a ferocious beast that pounced on them.

Feng Xiuhu licked his lips and said, "What a coincidence! I can do that, too."

He raised his finger to the sky and shouted, "In the name of the mist—clear!"

(End of this chapter)