Some people are clamoring that Elder Xuanyuan cannot fall ill in vain, and that the matter of poisoning the elder must be investigated strictly, quickly and thoroughly. They stopped me and told me not to leave in a hurry. Just because there was no poison in the pills did not mean that my suspicion was completely cleared.
Until the mastermind of the poisoning is found, everyone is a suspect.
I expressed my willingness to cooperate with the investigation, but I cannot stay in Elder Xuanyuan's room all the time. The patient needs to rest more.
Everyone moved to the meeting hall. I wanted to go back to the Poison Hall, but they didn't allow me. Since something happened within the church, I, the leader of the Poison Hall, also had to participate in discussing countermeasures.
The Demonic Cult does not have a special case-handling department. When criminal cases arise, the leader of the cult usually sends his followers to investigate.
Other civil disputes are to be resolved by the conflicting parties themselves. If the dispute cannot be resolved, the leader will be consulted for review.
Ximen Wuhen has been practicing magic skills hard in seclusion for many years. He has little time to come out and even less time to deal with affairs.
The elders who were supposed to have his trust and be entrusted with important responsibilities took the opportunity to oust him step by step.
So much so that he had nothing to do after he left seclusion, and no major or minor matters in the church were presented to him.
There are no secret guards around him who are responsible for protecting him. Instead, there are elders...
The Fifth Caigou elder, who was responsible for martial arts study and was responsible for teaching everyone's martial arts training, was the first to suggest that there were secret guards around Xuanyuan Wumu. The secret guards on duty the night he took the medicine must know what was going on.
As long as you call people out and ask, and then ask about Xuanyuan Wumo's recent daily life, you may be able to find something.
Xuanyuan Wumu suffered a stroke while sleeping, and there was no special movement, so the secret guards hiding in the dark might not have expected such an accident to happen.
Now Xuanyuan Wumu has a crooked mouth and can't speak. He can't tell himself what happened that night. The maidservant died again, so he can only ask the secret guard on duty that night for questioning.
Whose secret guard lives in whose courtyard is usually invisible to others, and they decide their own shifts. Therefore, if you want to know the current situation of Xuanyuan Wumu, you have to call them all for questioning.
However, the secret guards only listen to the "master"'s orders, and no one else can call them.
The Fifth Elder proposed that the secret guards were established back then to protect important figures in the sect.
In order to prevent someone from raising secret guards to assassinate him, the leader of the cult at that time also set another rule. From the time of selection, the secret guards of the Mortal Demon Cult must accept "hypnosis" that cannot harm the leader.
We don’t know whether they executed Xuanyuan Wumu or not.
What the fifth elder meant was to ask Ximen Wuhen to give the order to summon the secret guards to talk, and other people did not need to be present.
Maybe Xuanyuan Wumu's secret guard will show up, and the Master of the Punishment Hall really finds this method troublesome.
According to what he said, he sent people to surround Xuanyuan Wumu's courtyard, arrested all his secret guards, and took them to the execution hall for trial.
While they were talking, I was wandering in my mind and looking around the hall, and my mind was not on "solving the case".
The demon sect is declining day by day, and the decoration is a bit old, but the momentum of the meeting hall is still there. There are twelve stone pillars that are as thick as six people can hold each other.
The patterns carved on it are simple and elegant, not exquisite or complicated, but they have a sense of vicissitudes of life.
It seems to be many years old, maybe even earlier than the establishment of the Demon Cult?
Aura is something that not only exists in people, but also in the "earth".
I used to be able to sense only people's life energy field, but recently I can faintly feel the energy field of "earth".
I don’t know if it’s because of the advancement of my abilities, or if there’s something else stacking the uff.
The newly emerged functions are relatively weak, and it will take more time to observe whether they are useful.
"Master An!" A voice suddenly called my name, the tone rising several times.
"Huh?" I was staring at the giant sculpture in front of the hall in trance. This stone sculpture was half damaged, with its head missing and only half of its body left.
Suddenly I heard someone calling me, I immediately looked away and looked at the person who called me.
"What do you think, Hall Master An?" The old man asked, with a white beard hanging down his chest and a small red rope tied at the end.
"Hall Master An is new here and is not familiar with many things. It is really difficult for her to leave this matter to her." Another old man objected.
"They asked you to contact Elder Xuanyuan's secret guards and bring them to talk. You can do it if you are willing. It depends on your mood." Ximen Wuhen ignored them and said to me in a gentle tone.
"Is the Poison Hall still responsible for recruiting people?" I heard from the logistics director that there are rules in the Poison Hall, but this is not included in the rules.
"As long as the leader gives the order, anyone can participate in handling the case." The white-bearded old man explained.
"Then let me give it a try. Let's make a deal first. If it doesn't work, don't blame me for not doing things right." I said this to everyone present.
Ximen Wuhen nodded lightly and agreed on behalf of everyone present: "Don't worry, no one will blame you."
The expressions of the elders and hall masters all have their own characteristics, some are indifferent, some are sneering, and some are smiling helplessly.
Some people particularly understood Ximen Wuhen, saying that he had just found his close relatives and was eager to make up for the lack of family affection over the years. As an elder brother, he only knew how to dote on his younger sister. After a long time and this enthusiasm passed, things would naturally get better.
Regardless of whether other people agree or disagree, this is all they can do.
Elder Xuanyuan wanted to drive me out, and everyone saw his fate.
Regardless of whether I poisoned him or not, he will always be the loser in the "struggle".
If others want to go against me, they will think twice.
To investigate from the human side, the task was given to me. To investigate from the medicinal side, I needed to find out the source of the Anthinium.
All the members of the Poison Hall were called to the main hall, and the rest grass kept in the Poison Hall was also brought to the front of the hall and inspected in front of all the elders.
The usage record was presented to Ximen Wuhen, and he and the elders took turns reading it.
There is not a lot of rest grass kept in the poison hall, and I don't use it on a daily basis. I bought as much as I bought when I first purchased it. Except for the one I used, the rest are not bad at all. They are all there.
It is actually difficult to operate the Poison Hall because the inventory is too small, and the missing parts are very obvious.
When you want to pluck the wool, don't pluck the one with alopecia areata. A missing handful will be particularly noticeable.
There is no problem with the drugs and people in Dutang. The problem can only lie with the people who purchase the goods.
It is also necessary to find out who bought the goods and whether they bought two copies and only handed over one copy and recorded one copy when they came back.
A middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks rolled his eyes and whispered, "Maybe someone brought it in from outside and didn't follow the procedures in our teaching."
His direction is too clear, and he is talking about me.
The day I came to the Demon Sect, I drove several carriages in.
The carriage was filled with things, big and small bags, big and small bags, boxes and boxes. Because the owner of the Ditan Altar personally greeted us, no one checked our carriage when we entered the headquarters.
Many days have passed, and now it is meaningless to check again, but there are too many things left to talk about.
"The Master of the Qi Hall is right. My suspicion has not been completely cleared. You can reasonably doubt me. I hope you can speak for yourself with evidence. I am waiting for your good news."
Investigating the murderer is not a scripted killing, where everyone sits together and chats. Since I took over the task, I have to do something.
I left the meeting early and returned to Xuanyuan Wumu's residence. By this time, there was no one in the yard. I asked Xiaojiao and the others to go back, and only Yunzhou followed me.
Secret guards are good at hiding their bodies, and I am good at making people reveal themselves.
When the big tree of Xuanyuan Wumu fell, most of the people who had gathered around him dispersed. Several doctors said that it was impossible for him to recover, and his future in the church was ruined.
From now on, he will be nothing more than a patient recuperating in a demon sect.
The handymen who sweep the yard are sighing and want to switch jobs to other elders.
I walked around the yard and then walked into Xuanyuan Wumu's bedroom. The body of the maid was taken away and the room was cleaned.
"Xuanyuan...Uncle, I'm back again. Don't get excited. We just had a meeting and said we wanted to talk to your secret guards. Maybe they know some details that we don't know. Details determine success or failure, right? Everyone is working hard. Find the culprit who killed you, and don’t get angry in a hurry." Xuanyuan Wumu was trembling when he saw me coming back, so I quickly advised him to calm down.
It is indeed not my fault that he is like this, why should he get angry when he sees me!
"If you could call them all out
It's best to come. Is there any hand signal or something? ah? Just make gestures. "
Xuanyuan Wumu twisted his body, as if he wanted to pounce on me and pinch me. Sure enough, he made a gesture, and someone immediately jumped off the rafter and tried to stab my head with a dagger.
"Hey, that's right, I guess you must have a secret code that you don't have to talk to." I said as I moved away from where I was standing.
Yunzhou was sitting at the table eating snacks. There was a table between him and me, and the man who came down from the beam happened to have half of his body hitting the table.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Yun Zhou picked up the tea bowl and snack plate, not letting the delicious food be wasted.
The man rolled to the ground and did not move again, but he was still alive and well.
Xuanyuan Wumu used his still mobile hand to press a plum blossom carved on the bedside. The seemingly decorative flower was actually a button.
Several poisonous arrows were fired from the bed board beside the bed. The poisonous arrows pierced my air shield, were intercepted and fell to the ground.
"Uncle Xuanyuan has a lot of toys, do you have any more? Show them all to me."
Xuanyuan was in a state of panic, but he could only grab the bed now. I suddenly thought of a once and for all way to lure his secret guards to show up.
Not counting the one sleeping on the ground, there are five more.
The secret guards are responsible for protecting the master secretly. If the master is in danger, they will definitely come out.
When I dragged Xuanyuan Wumu out of the bedroom, the servants outside the door had "sure" expressions on their faces.
They thought I was here to take revenge on Xuanyuan Wumu, and no one would stand up for Xuanyuan Wumu at the moment.
I was wronged. I was obviously helping him find the real culprit, but I was misunderstood as torturing patients.
The weather has turned cold recently and everyone has put on their autumn clothes. Xuanyuan Wumu was wearing thin pajamas and was exposed to the sun by me in the yard. The gentle autumn wind blew by, making him shiver frequently from the cold.
"Xuanyuan Wumu's secret guards, listen up. If you want to save him, come out quickly, otherwise... he will die from intestinal rupture immediately!" I took out an unknown object from my sleeve and stuffed it into Xuanyuan Wumu's mouth.
When this thing entered his mouth, his facial features began to twist and his body twitched.
None of the servants in the courtyard dared to step forward to stop me. Not only did they not stop me, they also did not stop their work. The sweepers only swept the soil in front of their feet, and the pruners cut the trees almost bare. Blind pruning with a tree.
Their eyes were all fixed on me. Xuanyuan Wumu was looking to "finish", his face twisted into a "mask of pain" with his crooked mouth and squinting eyes.
Five black shadows swished out from different corners and besieged me.
Less than one meter away from me, people fell to the ground one after another, and the weapons in their hands fell, making a clanging sound.
The dagger is poisoned, the dagger is coated with medicine, the dart is green with black...
"That's great. Are you five students from the Five Poison Sect?"
Of course the five people would not answer me, because they had already fainted after stepping on the air thread.
There are poisons and poisonous insects in the body of the secret guards, which makes it easier for the master to control them, and also makes it easier for them to commit suicide and prevent them from rebelling.
I am familiar with these, and I also have them in my original body. I am looking for them for questioning. I don’t want them to die or become poisonous, which is of no use for questioning.
The servants glanced at Xuanyuan Wumu from time to time, as if they were waiting for him to be gutted.
"Don't look at it. What I gave him was sour fruit. At most, he will get food poisoning and he won't die." I was afraid that if I continued to look at him like this, the servants would never be able to finish their work, so I kindly tried to help them clear up their doubts.
Xuanyuan Wumu's soreness has passed, and his face is no longer distorted.
Yunzhou picked this from the tree in our yard this morning. Because it is not yet ripe and it is a sour fruit, you can imagine how sour it is.
Yun Zhou took a bite and almost flew away. I snatched it and put it in my sleeve. I was afraid that he would actually eat it.
I had forgotten about this thing at first, but I suddenly remembered it and used it to scare Xuanyuan Wumu's secret guards.
The servants in the courtyard were all frightened. Even if the five secret guards had suspicions, they had to take action. They only wanted to protect their master's safety throughout their lives and could not tolerate any chances.
Besides, they can't count on anyone else in the sect now. There are only six secret disciples around Xuanyuan Wumu.
Wei is loyal to him for special reasons.
I called the servants in the courtyard and asked a few people to come over and help me carry the six secret guards away and take them to the Poison Hall.
I dragged Xuanyuan Wumu back to the bedroom and put him on the bed again.
"Uncle Xuanyuan, don't worry, I will protect your capable subordinates and I will not let them get hurt or die."
Every time Xuanyuan Wumu listened to my comfort, his face would turn red with anger.
With his temperament, even if he didn't have Anzai grass to poison him, it would be a matter of time before he had a stroke.
The news that the six secret guards were brought back to the Poison Hall spread quickly, and a servant came to deliver a letter, saying that their master wanted to see these secret guards immediately.
I haven't detoxified them yet, so I can't let them see anyone.
I asked the deputy hall master to send away the visitor. The deputy hall master originally had a very low sense of presence. The main hall master is a person who carries out orders regardless of camp. The deputy hall master is even easier to talk to.
He was an old man from the Poison Hall, and I, who was assigned a full-time job by air, suddenly stood in front of him in the queue, and he didn't embarrass me at all.
Expelling people would offend others. Without hesitation, he immediately moved a chair to the entrance of the Poison Hall and sat guard at the door.
The visitors are not always servants. Sometimes the servants of the Poison Hall dare not stop them if they are of higher status.
He was a decent deputy hall leader. He sent away more than a dozen people in one day and finished work in the evening. He smiled bitterly and said that all the popularity he had accumulated over the past fifteen years was lost today.
I was curious when he said that and asked him how dare he do that? Don't you leave yourself a way out?
He looked at me, smiled, shook his head and said, "There is a way out."
He looked straight at me when he said this, and I instantly understood that he wanted to take refuge in me and use me as his fallback.
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