Chasing brother for thousands of miles

Chapter 30

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"The corpse of the young master of the Chen family? What a coincidence that the two of you came here. They were sent back to the Chen family just now. Maybe the coffin has already been sealed."

The yamen guard at the gate weighed the money in his hand, and he was a little polite to the two people in front of him, and said casually.

"So, then, does this lord know where the Wu Zuoren who performed the autopsy on Young Master Chen is?" Qixian saw that the yamen servant glanced at the money in his hand, obviously wanting to mop up some money, so she turned her head slightly to look at it. Look at Wen Nianyuan.

Wen Nianyuan reached out and took out another ingot of silver, and put it in the palm of the yamen servant.

The man said a few words of politeness without a smile on his face, and pointed out, "It's easy to find old man Shi, no, just turn over there. At this time, the old man is probably drinking desperately again. That way of drinking, sooner or later you will die from drinking..."

I don't know whether it was on purpose or because I got used to it, but when I read it from his mouth, "Old Man Shi" was almost like a dead old man, probably due to his disharmony with Staine, he criticized the man at length and cursed The other party didn't live long, and he wished that Qixian and Wen Nianyuan could agree with each other aloud.

It's a pity that when he put down his hands and looked back, Qixian and Wen Nianyuan had already left.

Walk along the street in the direction pointed by the yamen servant, then turn right and turn into a narrow alley, and the home of Staine is at the end of the alley.

Qi Xian had just walked a few steps, when suddenly she stopped, her brows slowly gathered, and a glint of gloom flashed in her eyes.

"What?" Wen Nianyuan was unprepared and almost bumped into him.

But he suddenly quickened his pace, raised his body, and swept away, "There is a sense of death."

Wen Nianyuan followed behind, and after a half-beat, when he arrived, he saw Qixian push open the writer's door with a palm, but he stood quietly outside the door and did not go in.

Shi Taihe's house was not very clean, the room was filled with the smell of wine, and the air was filled with a dizzyingly strong smell of wine.

A lot of wine jugs were overturned on the table, and the dripping liquid fell along the edge of the table to the ground, which was also dripping wet.

Because of the hot weather, the wine is slowly drying at a speed visible to the naked eye. If it is a little later, there may be only a little trace left.

Shi Taihe was lying on the ground with a strange expression, obviously not breathing.

And on the chair opposite the table, a person sat there with a carefree face, and greeted Qixian and Wen Nianyuan at the door with a smile, "Meet you again."

It's Ning Xiumao.

Qixian turned a blind eye, walked slowly into the room to check on Shi Taihe's condition, and then heard Ning Xiumao's voice again, "Don't worry about it, he died from drinking too much."

The person who was bending over straightened his waist, and his eyes fell on the leisurely and leisurely Ning Xiumao. The chill and blood of this person hidden under the casual appearance were accumulated over the years, not overnight.

This person is a friend, but if it is an enemy, he is definitely a strong enemy.

Obviously, Ning Xiumao didn't intend to deliberately hide his aura, but Qixian trembled slightly - because of excitement, it was the first time he had the feeling of meeting the same kind after so many years of walking in the rivers and lakes.

The kind that accompanies death.

"Interesting, very interesting." He smiled and was immediately amazed.

Wen Nianyuan's heart sank, and he looked at Ning Xiumao with hostility.

Ning Xiumao looked back at him in surprise, he probably didn't understand when he provoked him, then he looked away, and glanced behind Qi Xian calmly, "Your kid, his kung fu is getting better and better. "

He did not find any trace of Qingtong.

"Speaking of which, the case of the Chen family is really interesting." Ning Xiumao stretched out his hand and made a gesture to invite him to sit down, "Cui, Zhao, and Geng are extremely vicious, and they are now arrested. There is no need to lose your reputation." He seemed to mention it casually.

This is an obvious fact, if Qixian let those three be executed and beheaded, the case would naturally "come to light", and the Chen family would be able to keep a little gratitude to him, adding an anecdote about Mr. Qixian to the world.

Simply beneficial and harmless.

And if you continue to pursue it, you may not be able to gain more benefits and reputation, and it may be a hindrance to yourself.

He understood what Ning Xiumao meant.

Looking at the only chair left in the room, it was obviously the one that the deceased Shi Taihe had just sat on. Qi Xian did not sit down, and took the other party's words lightly, "I will send you to the government again, and the case you have been working on It will be more satisfying to think about it together, what do you think, Young Master Ning?"

Hearing this, Ning Xiumao raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It seems that you really don't intend to let go." His eyes became more sincere and eager, and he pointed to Shi Taihe on the ground, "It's really drinking too much, it's too normal to be normal Well, I'm only half a step ahead of you, Mr. Qixian can see for himself."

The cause of Shi Taihe's death was indeed drinking too much. As Ning Xiumao said, it was very normal, but in the end it can only be regarded as his bad luck.

What the yamen servant said before has come true, and old man Shi has become a dead old man. It seems that many people know that Shi Taihe is addicted to alcohol, and sooner or later he will die of drinking.

Wen Nianyuan looked at Qixian with concern, Qixian stood up, at least for now, he didn't find any problems.

He lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and then looked at Ning Xiumao, "Mr. Ning came by such a coincidence."

"It's easy to say, it's as coincidental as the two of you." He waved his hand, completely ignoring the temptation in the other party's words, "It has nothing to do with me if it's a case or not. I just wanted to find the one where the Chen family disappeared. Where is the box? If I find it, don't I have to worry about it for the rest of my life?"

Hearing the words, Qi Xian looked at him meaningfully, and said in a gentle voice: "Miao. It just so happens that I've been very poor recently, not to mention—" He glanced at Wen Nianyuan, rolled his eyes with a slight smile, "There's another Fools have to feed."

The two happily reached a certain consensus.

The idiot Wen Nianyuan calmly ignored the word "idiot", focusing on his brother's promise to support himself, staring intently at Qi Xian's side face, a soft color slowly melted in his eyes.

Knowing that it was only a perfunctory pretext, but he was willing to do so, he slowly clenched his fists, thinking that it would be better for him to do this kind of work.

When she lowered her head, she ignored the fleeting and almost imperceptible connivance behind Qi Xian's smile, and when she raised her head again, everything was as usual.

Stretching out his hand to hold Qixian's shoulder, Wen Nianyuan said loudly, "Whatever you want to do, just do it, don't worry about the rest."

"Tut tsk tsk..." An untimely exclamation sounded, and Ning Xiumao cast his scrutinizing gaze over him with a smile on his face.

Qi Xian brushed off Wen Nianyuan's hand like a fallen leaf, "Master Chen's body has been sealed, the Chen family may not allow us to open the coffin again, but the scenery on Simu Mountain probably remains the same."

He looked at the ground, "This work—"

Ning Xiumao waved his hand, "Leave it to the Yamen."

The dilapidated mountain temple on Simu Mountain still looks the same, the dust on the ground has been swept away, and there are no footprints left, and a few hemp ropes are thrown in the corner.

At that time, Cui Youde and others kidnapped Chen Yingxiang and smuggled him here in Geng Zhengxiang's carriage. They should have tied him up and left him here, and sent people to deliver some food and other things regularly.

Qi Xian glanced at the entire layout of the mountain temple, and said in a low voice, "It should be the coachman who often comes to check on Chen Yingxiang's situation."

Cui Youde is the big housekeeper of the Chen family, so naturally he can't go out of the city twice a day; Zhao Ping is addicted to gambling and lazy, so it is impossible to do such things as sweeping the floor; I think there is only Geng Zhengxiang, who is hardworking by nature, and a carriage driver often goes out of the city Not suspicious either.

However, if Geng Zhengxiang was looking at the young master of the Chen family, it would be even more impossible to kill him.

Among the three of them, Cui Youde is vicious, Zhao Ping is hostile, and it is possible for him to think about doing something audacious for a while.

Only Geng Zhengxiang, who was honest and honest, had to take risks for his daughter, and Chen Yingxiang, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who was not much older than his daughter and was an acquaintance, Geng Zhengxiang would only take care of him more carefully.

So……

"Come and see." Ning Xiumao interrupted his thoughts. He squatted in the corner beside the mountain god statue, holding the hemp ropes in his hand, his eyes burning.

The hemp rope was obviously used to tie the hostages, but no one packed it up and threw it in the corner, which shows that the situation at that time was probably so chaotic that no one cared about it.

The hemp rope in Ning Xiumao's hand broke into many thin strands at the break, and the fringe was fluffy, with different lengths. It was obviously not a normal rope end, nor was it untied by others.

It is a shape that can only be formed by grinding away bit by bit.

Qi Xian's gaze was like a torch, and he walked into the side of the mountain god statue, carefully looked at the boxy seat below, and soon found signs of wear and tear on the sharp edge of the seat.

"The young master of the Chen family is not waiting to die." With a complex expression, he brushed his fingertips across the table, but what came to mind was the fat baby who hugged his thigh on the street in the night of thousands of lights.

Such a smart little fat man's elder brother is really not an idiot.

Chen Yingxiang has already started to help Chen Hongwei take care of the house, and the city should still have a little bit. It is conceivable that at that time, he was tricked out of the house by the most trusted person, kidnapped, thrown to the mountain temple, and he still tried his best to grind the rope quietly escape.

Judging from the section of the rope, Chen Yingxiang obviously succeeded.

However... in the middle of the night, there are ghostly shadows in the Simu Mountain, and it is completely impossible to distinguish the south, east, north and west, so he can only walk by feeling.

Young master Chen may be very handy in shop business, but he may not know that there is a cliff on Simu Mountain.

"Did he really fall off a cliff and die? But his body showed signs of being burned." Wen Nianyuan said coldly. Even he felt that things were weird and shouldn't be so ridiculous.

Qixian didn't refute. Why there are traces of abuse and fire on the body is the most important question. Solving this mystery is not far away from the truth.