Compared with the capitals of other countries, Xin'an City is not grand.
Not to mention compared with the capital of Yong Kingdom, even Dingwu City, the capital of Mo Kingdom, couldn't compare.
When Zhuang Chengqian, the Taizu of Zhuang State, established his capital in Hualin County, the country was still very poor.
After several generations of business, they gradually accumulated some wealth and successively repaired and expanded the business. But this capital city can never get rid of its petty atmosphere.
Some ministers proposed to demolish the city and rebuild it, but Du Ruhui stopped it.
Du Ruhui admonished: "The strength of mountains and rivers, the importance of the country, lies in the people rather than the land, and the king rather than the city."
Zhuang Gaoxian happily accepted it and said that if the country is not strong, not a single brick will be added to the capital.
When Lin Zhengren came to the city cautiously, what he saw was a sharp and flamboyant figure sitting on the tower with a gun across his chest. Like a door god, stationed in Xin'an.
The heavy rain last night has passed, and now the sun is rising.
The sun breaks out of the long night and shines so brightly on me.
He stood here with a gun across his shoulder to show that he was in charge of the city and to reassure the people of the country.
No matter what opponent, no matter what enemy, it is impossible for him to take a step forward into Xin'an City before his salary-ending spear is broken.
Lin Zhengren narrowed his eyes.
It's too glaring. he thinks.
But he had to admit that when he saw Zhu Weiwo holding his gun across the tower, the caution and uneasiness in his heart had dissipated.
Xinan City is very safe now. I wish I could give people this feeling.
"Best wishes, senior brother!" He greeted in a neither humble nor condescending manner.
Zhu Weiwo only glanced at him and said nothing.
Lin Zhengren's expression was very calm. He had always known that Zhu Wei looked down on him.
"According to the orders of Master Jijiu, I came back from the frontline battlefield to investigate the current situation of the capital."
He still explained to Zhu Weiwo, and then said to the guards standing in front of the city gate with their heads held high: "Where is the place where Dong Sheng was killed? Take me to see the scene."
The long street where the battle took place has been completely sealed off, and all clues have been preserved as much as possible. Because the strongest people in Zhuang State are not in the capital, and the death of the deputy prime minister must have an outcome, so the scene can only be sealed and wait for the return of those big shots.
Houses on both sides of the long street can only enter and exit through the back door until the blockade is lifted.
Dong Ah's head and limbs were chopped off, but his body remained on the long street, unmoved.
The two junior brothers who returned to Xin'an City together turned pale.
Lin Zhengren had no expression on his face as he carefully examined the details of Dong A's body.
None of the items, including the storage box, had been touched, and the two rulers lay beside his broken hands.
On the torso, right in front of the heart, there is a cyan jade, which is not very expensive.
The cuts on the limbs and head were very smooth, and the murder weapon was a sword. It was a very sharp sword, and it cut off the body of a spiritual monk with almost no resistance.
The severed limbs and head have small, slender openings, which should be caused by needle-like instruments, but they are thicker than ordinary needles...
Lin Zhengren observed very carefully and even checked Dong A's hair several times before getting up and inspecting the entire combat environment.
The heavy rain last night washed away many traces, but some traces cannot be washed away by the heavy rain.
Such as broken floor tiles, such as traces left by various Taoist techniques...
Lin Zhengren bent down and picked up a tarnished object at his feet. He rubbed it with his fingers and confirmed that it was a piece of rotten wood.
"You go back to deliver the message to Jijiu first." He turned around and ordered to his two junior brothers: "Xiang Dong was killed, and there was only one murderer, and he has escaped. Senior brother Zhu Wei is now in charge of Xin'an City, so he is safe. There is no need to worry about the rear. , please let them fight with confidence on the front line."
The military situation was urgent, and this trip was mainly about Zhu Weiwo. After receiving the order, the two junior brothers from the National Academy of Sciences hurriedly flew to the front line.
Lin Zhengren was very patient and walked back and forth four times from the street to the end of the street to make sure that he had not missed any detail.
Finally, he walked up the tower and walked next to Zhu Weiwo.
"Best wishes, senior brother." He greeted.
Zhu Weiwo turned around and looked at him, quietly waiting for his next words.
"I carefully observed Dong Xiang's body. I found that his severed limbs and head had slender openings, which were caused by a needle-like magic weapon. I speculated that the effect of that magic weapon should be just enough to restrain Prime Minister Dong’s magical powers are endless.”
Lin Zhengren had already prepared the draft and said slowly: "This is enough to show that the murderer came completely for Prime Minister Dong. He is very familiar with Prime Minister Dong and made targeted preparations."
Zhu Wei I still didn’t speak.
"Judging from the traces of the battle at the scene, I found that both warring parties consciously controlled the area and did not affect the people and households on both sides." Lin Zhengren continued: "Prime Minister Dong is the deputy prime minister of the country, and it is his duty to protect the people, and the murderer is Because of what?"
"I guess the murderer is also from Zhuang. At least he was once from Zhuang." After analyzing this, he also made a joke: "Or maybe the murderer is a good man."
Zhu Weiwo was obviously not interested in his humor, and without any expression on his face, he said calmly: "Tell me something I don't know."
Before Lin Zhengren, Zhu Weiwo must have inspected Dong A's death scene, and Zhu Weiwo would not miss the details that Lin Zhengren could see.
Lin Zhengren was not angry at Zhu Weiwo's impatience.
But his expression became serious: "Senior brother, have you heard about the Lin family being wiped out?"
Zhu Weiwo's eyes also changed: "Is it related to this matter?"
"That man is also a monk with magical powers. He may indeed kill Prime Minister Dong. And..."
Lin Zhengren said: "Maybe everyone ignored it at the time, or didn't pay much attention to it. I was the same way. That man broke into the Wangjiang City Taoist Temple and forcibly usurped a Taoist technique from the Taoist Dean, called Kuchiki Jue!"
Zhu Weiwo contacted the scene almost instantly: "Are you sure it's the same Taoist technique?"
"It's much more powerful, but it definitely comes from the same source. That kind of power... I'm very familiar with it."
At this point, Lin Zhengren was also quite upset. Why didn't he pay attention to the Kuchiki Art at that time? How could it be so simple for a Taoist technique that could be favored by a monk with magical powers? There must be potential that the dean of Jiangcheng Taoist Academy has not discovered!
He continued: "Fu Baosong from the National Academy of Sciences has also practiced this technique, so he should be able to confirm this matter."
Zhu Weiwo's voice became obviously serious: "So what do you know about this person?"
"I was very surprised at the time. For some reason, that man seemed to hate my brother Zhengli very much and was determined to kill him. Moreover, he also deliberately chose to drown him. This reminded me that there was a Maple Disciples of Lincheng Taoist Academy, I borrowed your salary-killing spear from senior brother and came to block the door of our Lin clan."
Zhu Weiwo's face was expressionless, but the air around him had become hot.
Lin Zhengren's heart was calm, and he was not affected by Zhu Weiwo's attitude at all. He still said slowly in his own unique rhythm: "My brother Lin Zhengli is just a dandy from a small town. What can he have with the highly respected Prime Minister Dong?" What about the common connection? I just want to get one thing, one person, that young monk named Jiang Wang."
"Perhaps everyone in Maplewood City was not dead at that time. The man named Jiang Wang is back..."
"only……"
Lin Zhengren looked confused: "If that person is Jiang Wang, why did he kill Dong Xiang? Wasn't Dong Xiang his teacher at that time? Could it be that what happened in Maplewood City..."
He stopped here.
Enough said here.
Too much is not enough.
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