Border Soldier: My fiancée snatched credit and broke off the engagement, so I promptly became a marq

When the gray car was found, it was parked in the back alley of the western warehouse of Black Stone Fortress.

The cart was covered with a straw curtain.

A wooden sign for the grain treasury was hanging outside.

The cards are real.

The car is real too.

The problem is the wheels.

No one usually walks in Xicang Back Alley.

On one side was a broken wall, and on the other side was an empty grain shed.

If Ma Liu hadn't remembered the distance between the grain cart wheels, the patrolmen would have assumed the cart was delivering bran.

There were a few handfuls of broken rice scattered beside the car.

It's as if they're deliberately telling others that this is the grain transport vehicle.

The more realistic it looks, the more it shows that someone understands the rules of the grain bureau.

Ordinary elite guards wouldn't disguise themselves like this.

There are people in the grain depot.

Ma Liu was carried over by two people, and the mud on the wheels was immediately noticeable.

"This car has been to Xitun."

Yan Heng asked, "What do you think?"

Ma Liu pointed to the wheel seam.

"There is red clay at Xitun Firewood Yard."

"It's not in Blackrock Fortress."

"This mud is red."

Han Wenshan stood at the alley entrance and said coldly, "A mere cook, and he knows about turning clay?"

Ma Liu's face turned pale, and his feet hurt so much that he couldn't stand up.

But he still looked up.

"I've delivered grain before."

"I know which road the grain carts take and what kind of mud is on their wheels."

Yan Heng ordered his men to surround the car.

The coachman was gone.

The straw curtain was lifted, revealing half a cartload of straw bags inside.

Zhou Tie drew his knife and cut it open.

The first bag contains bran.

The second bag too.

The third bag was cut open, revealing a wooden box inside.

The wooden box was wrapped in oilcloth.

The tarpaulin smelled of hematite sealant.

Everyone looked at He Wenbai.

He Wenbai's face turned pale.

"open."

The wooden box was opened.

It wasn't even half a genuine account book.

It was a pile of burnt, blackened paper ash.

There was a layer of wheat husks pressing on top of the paper ash.

Wheat husks absorb oil and mask odors.

Old Chai reached out and picked up a bit, cursing, "It was done by the grain bureau's men."

"That's how they cover the ashes when they're burning food in the kitchen."

"The royal guards never expected this."

Yan Heng looked at the wooden plaque of the Grain Bureau.

The grain brand is real, the wheat husks are real, and the vehicle is real too.

The fake part is its purpose.

This is more troublesome than counterfeit license plates.

This indicates that the grain route to Black Stone Fortress had been used by someone to destroy evidence.

Su Wan's face turned pale.

"Burned?"

Lin Qinghe stood behind her, her fingers clenched tightly.

Chen Mu did not come.

He left the medical tent and only sent Su Wenyuan with one message.

Don't throw away the ashes.

Yan Heng immediately ordered his men to stop.

The ashes of the paper were carried into the military court tent, box in hand.

Chen Mu leaned back on the couch, looking at the pile of black scrolls, and asked, "Are there any copper clips?"

Su Wenyuan was taken aback.

"What copper clips?"

Lin Qinghe suddenly realized.

"The booklets in the medicine box were held in place by two thin copper clips."

"Paper can burn, but copper clips won't burn away."

Yan Heng personally used tweezers to turn over the ashes in the paper.

They quickly found a dark copper plate.

Then a second one was turned out.

Lin Qinghe glanced at it, her voice tense.

"be mine."

There is a fine scratch on the back of the copper clip.

That was a mark she made with a needle to prevent her from mixing up the wrong prescription.

Half a genuine account book, at least once, was in this wooden box.

Han Wenshan said calmly, "That only means the paper was burned."

"Where is Liang Qi?"

Yan Heng looked out of the car.

There was no one outside the car.

Liang Qi ran away again.

Only a cartload of ashes remained.

Chen Mu asked, "Is the paper ash dry?"

Su Wenyuan reached out and touched it.

"Dry on the outside, damp on the inside."

"Just burned?"

"It seems so."

Chen Mu said, "The Xitun Ancestral Hall was burned down once."

"It's going to burn again here."

Why?

No one answered.

The lame man, lying beside him, suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "I'm afraid it wasn't burned completely."

Chen Mu nodded.

"right."

"Liang Qi is afraid that after the seven pages are robbed, the remaining ones will still be able to bite people."

"So we'll burn it again when we get back to the city."

"Who will let him into the city?"

After those words were spoken, the tent fell silent.

After the chaotic battle at Xitun, the city gates were tightly secured.

Liang Qi, a mere warehouse keeper, couldn't possibly have driven the grain cart into the city himself.

Yan Heng immediately checked the access records.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the gatekeeper was brought in.

He knelt on the ground, his face deathly pale.

"It was the car brought back by the square-faced captain of Vice General Han's personal guard."

Yan Heng asked, "Why did you let them pass?"

The gatekeeper said in a trembling voice, "He said the wounded people in Xitun need bran to cushion their wounds and need to be rushed to the hospital."

Lin Qinghe gave a cold laugh.

"Bran can cushion an injury, but it cannot stop bleeding."

The gatekeeper kowtowed to the ground.

"I don't know anything about medicine."

"He had both the personal guard badge of Deputy General Han and the grain treasury badge."

"I dare not stop you."

After these words were spoken, no one in the tent said the gatekeeper was stupid anymore.

A combination of Imperial Guard and Grain Officer cards is enough to crush a gatekeeper.

Han Wenshan's power meant that he would open the door for him without him having to ask.

Square face.

Another square face.

Han Wenshan closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, her face was calm.

"Where is the square face?"

No one answered.

Because the square face is gone too.

Zhou Tie angrily retorted, "You think all your men will just disappear?"

Han Wenshan looked at him coldly.

"Zhou Qinwei, watch your words."

Chen Mu whispered on the couch, "Even if I don't see it, I'll remember it."

Ji Yunzhou wrote:

The square-faced captain led a grain cart into the west gate, which contained a medicine box, half a copper booklet, and paper ash. He then disappeared.

Han Wenshan looked at Ji Yunzhou.

This time, he did not stop him.

Because it's no use trying to stop them now.

The vehicle, license plate, copper clip, gatekeeper, and gatekeeper are all present.

This matter is no longer based solely on witness testimony, as it was a few days ago.

It has something.

Liang Qi was not caught.

Half of the book was also burned to ashes.

But the copper clip remained.

The record remains.

The square-faced man left his name.

Han Wenshan wanted the paper to die.

Even after the paper dies, the ashes speak.

Du Song looked at the two copper clips and suddenly asked, "Deputy General Han, is the square-faced captain under your personal guard?"

Han Wenshan replied, "Yes."

"Liang Qi followed He Wenbai into the fort, with a square face as his backup, and a gray cart carrying a grain depot badge."

With each word Du Song spoke, the tent grew colder.

"This is not something Han Zhao can do alone."

Han Wenshan said calmly, "What does Lord Du want to say?"

Du Song said, "You shall temporarily relinquish the authority to deploy the Imperial Guards."

The tent fell silent.

Han Wenshan looked at him.

"You want to seize my troops?"

Du Song said, "Let's hand it over for now."

"During the military law inspection of the personal guards, your unit is not allowed to move the city gates, grain carts, or armory carts without authorization."

Han Wenshan smiled.

"Enemy troops are outside, and you're seizing the deputy general's personal guard?"

Lu Shuangyi spoke up: "I'll take over the defense of Blackstone Fortress."

Han Wenshan looked at her.

Yan Heng said, "The military law office only investigates the personal guards involved in the case."

Ji Yunzhou said, "The Imperial Inspector's account will be recorded together."

He Wenbai's voice was deep: "Review the accounts and check Liang Qi's roster."

The three tents pressed down again.

Han Wenshan finally stopped laughing.

He looked at Chen Mu.

"You won?"

Chen Mu shook his head.

"Half of the book was burned."

"Liang Qi has run away."

"Square-faced guy ran away too."

"Three households in Xitun died."

"That's not winning."

These words silenced everyone in the tent.

Chen Mu looked at Du Song.

"The temporary transfer of the authority to deploy the imperial guards is merely a stopgap measure."

"We still need to find someone."

Du Song asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Chen Mu said, "Find someone with a square face."

"He's easier to catch than Liang Qi."

"Liang Qi can run."

"Square Face will go back to get his things."

Yan Heng asked, "What are you taking?"

Chen Mu looked at the ashes.

"Grain book cover".

The half-piece of charred grain husk that Ma Liu brought back has never been completely untied.

If Fang Lian uses the grain cart to pick up Liang Qi, then the grain cart isn't just for transporting paper ash.

The grain officer was also in the tent.

Chen Mu had someone bring back Ma Liu's half of the charred grain stalk.

The grain register cover, the grain clerk's license plate, the wooden box containing wheat husks, and the gatekeeper's confession were all placed together.

None of the four items are very big.

But they all carried the smell of the grain depot.

The line finally stopped drifting.

It landed on the car, the license plate, the leather, and the door.

Su Wenyuan numbered each of the four items.

The grain register is number one.

The grain depot's vehicle license plate number is two.

Wheat husk ash is No. 3.

The number recorded in the West Gate is four.

After writing down the numbers, his palms were sweaty.

Previously, when he kept records of grain, he only recorded what came in and what went out.

I only learned today that grain transport routes could also be used to transport the dead.

Ma Liu lay beside him, his leg throbbing with pain, but he still grimaced and said, "Registration Su, I didn't get that half-skin for nothing, did I?"

Su Wenyuan glanced at him.

"It wasn't a waste of money."

Ma Liu then shut up.

Old Chai, who was standing to the side, suddenly said, "The grain officer is in charge of grain, and the cook is in charge of cooking."

"From now on, the cooks will also have to recognize the grain transport carts from the grain treasury."

No one laughed.

That's swearing.

It's also about patching up the leaks.

In the past, they felt that they were only in charge of the pot.

Now I realize that even the rice in the pot has to be checked.

This is not overstepping authority.

It's about survival.

It also helps to restore one's life.

It also prevents a knife from being stabbed.

Anti-black knife.

If the cooks don't even recognize the rice, the next time they'll be cooking someone else's dirty laundry.

Just then, someone came to report from outside.

Bloodstains were found on the back wall of the west warehouse.

"There's still half a glove missing its little finger."

Anado chuckled.

"Running fast."

"I don't even need the gloves."

Chen Mu said in a low voice, "It's not that I don't want it."

"Someone cut off his hand."

Everyone's expression changed.

Square Face may be dead.

Han Wenshan was about to cut off another life.