On the second day of May in the seventh year of the Apocalypse, it is the third quarter of the day.
Converted to modern time, that is around 7:45 in the morning. Most people are having breakfast at home at this time, so it would be too early to visit. But at this moment, a simple carriage appeared on the road outside the side gate of Pufu and stopped in front of the gate.
The side entrance of Pu Mansion is usually not unattended, but today there is only one person waiting here: Pu Cha Shi's martial arts instructor, "Pear Blossom General" Zhuo Jing.
A middle-aged man stepped out of the carriage. He was wearing black uniform. He was unarmed and dressed like a passerby. But could the man who had Zhuo Jing waiting for him be an ordinary citizen?
"Sir," Zhuo Jing cupped her fists and saluted, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
The man nodded and replied calmly: "Okay, thank you for your hard work. I noticed when I came here that there is no tail at the back. Don't stand at the door. Go in and talk."
"Yes, sir."
The two of them stepped into Pufu one after another. The driver of the carriage shook his whip and drove the carriage away slowly.
"Where's the body?"
"They are all in the back hall. Three of them belong to the killer, and one..." Zhuo Jing hesitated for a moment: "It belongs to layman Wharton."
"Okay, you don't have to hesitate. I don't mean to punish you or the carriage attendant." The visitor was a guest, but he strode to the back hall. Zhuo Jing, who was supposed to lead the way, followed him instead. It was obvious that this person was interested in The construction of Pufu is very familiar. "I originally thought that no one would take Wharton to heart. It is unlikely that there will be an attack on him, so I just let you treat him normally. I didn't expect that some Jianghu sects are so anxious to eliminate dissidents. Even Wharton is like this. People in the martial arts world who have no fight with the world have taken action, but I was negligent."
"But my lord, when a gangster like Wharton was attacked, why haven't there been any movements from the other sects that usually don't deal with them? According to our plan, they should have already started fighting by this time."
"The calm is only temporary. Now the entire capital has become a powder keg, and someone needs to light it." The two turned a few doors, and the back hall was close at hand: "If no one is willing to do it, then let us Jin Yiwei do it. "
Zhuo Jing understood clearly: "Last night Miss Jiang killed Ma Chun, the head of Cangwu Sect, and his body was found an hour ago. It is estimated that everyone in the martial arts community in the capital should have received the news by now. .”
"Well, Vice Envoy Xu handled the matter very neatly this time. The entire Cangwu Sect in the capital was purged by her. Coupled with the night attack on Pufu, all the Jianghu guests were in danger and took action first. .”
The two of them had already arrived at the door of the back hall while they were talking. The two closed wooden doors in the back hall were automatically pushed open by the man with his internal force: "When the various martial arts sects fell into mutual suspicion and friction and lost their troops and generals, it was us. It’s time for Jin Yiwei to catch all these charlatans.”
In the back hall, the car attendant was checking the bodies of the three killers. When he saw someone pushing the door open, he quickly clasped his fists and said, "I have seen Mr. Zhong in my humble position."
The person who came was Zhong Yi, a third-rank official of the Ming Dynasty and commander of the Jinyi Guards.
Before Zhong Yi could return the gift to the Pu chariot attendant, a lazy voice came from his ear: "Master Zhong? It seems that Zhong Yi, you have indeed become an official. Are you serving as a royal guard?"
Zhong Yi looked for the sound and looked at a young man chained in the corner and asked curiously: "Who is this?"
"A storyteller was brought back to my house by me yesterday. He was also the only witness in this assassination." Pu Che Shi pointed at one of the corpses on the ground and added: "Oh, there was a killer who was killed by him."
"Really?" Zhong Yi became interested and leaned over to inspect several corpses: "Use a brush to make a hidden weapon, and combine it with a rope and shrapnel to create a crossbow. You are a storyteller with very skillful hands."
"Don't say I'm not doing my job properly. Storytelling is just a side job. I often make props like this. It doesn't take long to make one." Yun Ming told the truth. During his career as a mercenary, his predecessor Yun Ming had made as many as eight hundred traps using local materials. Practice makes him perfect. These memories and skills were inherited by the new Yun Ming after the soul piercing, making it a piece of cake to make.
"What do you call me sir?"
"The surname is Yun, one name and one inscription."
"Yun Ming..." Zhong Yi thought to no avail: "Should I know you? From what you said when I first walked in, it seemed like you were familiar with me."
Yun Ming sighed helplessly: "Well, it's not beyond my expectation. You can't recall it by name. Let me tell you directly, you, and Pu Chai Attendant, although the three of us know each other, They didn’t last long, but from a certain perspective they were indeed brothers of life and death.”
As soon as these words came out, not to mention the two people involved in amnesia, even the original character, NPC Zhuo Jing, looked confused.
Just as Pu Che Shi was about to come up with a set of denials, Zhong Yi dragged him to a corner and whispered: "Did you take the initiative to bring this person into the house?"
"yes."
"How dare you bring such a suspicious character into the house? And arrange it opposite Wharton?"
"...No, he doesn't have any inner strength in his body. He is just an ordinary person. Yesterday, one of my servants was able to knock him over. How did I know that he seemed to have a relationship with us?"
"Don't you know him either?"
"I really don't know him at all."
Zhong Yi's eyes became sharp: "It has been two or three hours since Wharton was killed. Why didn't you use your magical power to interrogate him?"
"It worked," the Puche waiter spread out his hands: "But it didn't work, and he couldn't ask anything. It was as if he was immune to my magic. He only said that I would call you here, and he promised to pour the beans into the bamboo tube."
"How could he know about your relationship..." Zhong Yi broke into a cold sweat, and all kinds of terrible conjectures came and went in his mind.
It's no wonder that Zhong Yi is flustered, because the relationship between the Pu family and the imperial court is an absolute secret. Very few people know about it, and the possibility of the news leaking is infinitely close to zero.
On the surface, the Pu family is a wealthy businessman in the Ming Dynasty, but secretly, it is a "state-owned enterprise" supported by the court and has inextricable connections with the central government. Including Pu Che Shi and Zhuo Jing, both of them belong to the Jinyi Guards and are directly under the command of Zhong Yi. In addition to the person involved, only a few senior Jinyiwei officials, the emperor, and some of the emperor's closest ministers knew about this matter.
So how did Yun Ming, who had just arrived, know about this setting? It's simple, it's just a guess. But it's not a wild guess, it's a well-founded guess.
After encountering two amnesiacs, Pu Che Shi and Wharton, and combining them with himself, Yun Ming came up with the idea of "traveling identity mechanism". As expected, Zhong Yi's identity in this book world is indeed that of a military commander, and just like in the real world, he is familiar with Pu Che Shi. Pu's chariot attendant's words "Lord Zhong" only confirmed Yun Ming's suspicion. Zhong Yi served as a royal guard and had an official position as a commander, as well as the relationship between the Pu family and the imperial court. These two things were beyond his imagination.
As for Pu Cha Shi's magic power, it is actually the "motto" of the supernatural power. When activated, it can have an effect similar to hypnosis, which is very convenient for gathering information. But the problem is that Yun Ming knows the "Proverbs". For people with extremely strong psychological defenses, Proverbs are almost ineffective.
"You two, stop mumbling over there. I'll tell you everything." Yun Ming interrupted Zhong Yi and Pu Che Shi's random thoughts: "Please stay away from this lady for a while. I'm going to talk about it next." I can only tell them both about it."
Seeing that the discussion couldn't come up with a solution, Zhong Yi didn't have any clue. He waved his hand, and Zhuo Jing exited the door obediently and closed the door: "Okay, now you can say whatever you want."
Yun Ming's lecture went directly to the three poles in the sun. During this period, he even let Zhuo Jing, who was waiting outside the door, come in and give him a few bowls of water. After three bowls of tea, Yun Ming was able to give an overview of the real world and the experiences of the three of them. This was enough to shock the amnesiac Zhong Yi and Pu Che Shi.
"Wait a minute, please let me slow down." Pu Cheshi couldn't even remember how many times he interrupted Yun Ming and asked to slow down: "Can I understand what you mean, we are all here now? Have the same dream?"
"Hmm... barely okay."
Zhong Yi put down his pretense of being a third-rank official in the imperial court and sat cross-legged on the ground in a particularly shameless manner: "Although I find it difficult to accept what you just said, at least I can be sure that you are not someone who wants to harm Jin Yiwei or the imperial court. You What I said as an excuse... is too redundant."
"Master Commander, I am innocent to begin with. It was just an accident that I got involved in the feud." Yun Ming pointed to the dumbfounded Pu chariot attendant on the side: "Don't forget, I was forcibly brought into Pu Mansion by Mr. Pu. Meeting Wharton and experiencing the assassination, both events are full of chance, and humans cannot control these."
"Hmm... So Yun Ming, how can you prove what you said to us?"
"Sorry, it's almost impossible." Yun Ming admitted very honestly: "The perfection of this world is extremely high, just like a realistic dream, so real that it is impeccable. The perfect details and logical self-consistency are enough to make any dreamer unaware I’m dreaming about this.”
"But I personally feel that your current reaction is proof."
"In previous statements, including now, I have deliberately used some words that do not belong to ancient times. You should not have heard these words from the NPC before talking to me, but obviously you should not use them. They are understandable in this era.”
"Of course, I have an unproven conjecture that may prove it." Yun Ming dipped some water in the tea bowl with his fingers and scribbled on the ground: "One thing that is clear is that the background of the story is the capital. If I What you see here is extremely real.”
"Then what happens on the contrary? Can those places outside the capital, those areas that are not used as stages, be shaped so realistically? Even... they may not exist at all. The capital is everything, that is, the whole world."
The Puche attendant was so frightened by Yun Ming that his lips turned white: "Then according to what you said, how much of my memory is true? I can obviously still remember my trip to Jiangnan a few years ago."
"It should be that after April 23rd, the memory belongs to you. It has been ten days since I entered this world. The memory before the time travel has not been affected and can be used as a reference."
Zhong Yi asked a sharp question: "So how should we leave here and return to the real world?"
Yun Ming pressed the corners of his eyes vigorously: "To be honest, there is nothing I can do. The only way I can think of is to wait for the dream to end on its own. I have no idea how long it will last."
"But that's okay. I would like to ask you two to use the power of Jin Yiwei to help me do something."
