They were following the clues there, reasoning carefully, and each of them was so devoted that they only used a small notebook to write and draw. I knew who the culprit was, and there was no need to collect evidence or reason. The reason why I actively participated in the investigation was just to make that person relax his vigilance towards me.
I helped the elders investigate the murderer openly, but secretly sent people to monitor the murderer.
The elders have speculated that the maid and her lover meet each other every week, but no one notices it, which is really suspicious.
The leaders in charge of the various places came to pay their respects. After seeing her body, no one recognized the maidservant. They said with certainty that they had never seen this woman before.
The Demon Cult's community is very large, and most people stay home because there are really no entertainment activities, and there are no cinemas to go to or shops to visit.
Many people go to work, go home, go home, and go to work. The people in this hospital don't know the people in that hospital.
Since joining the Demon Cult, the maidservant has been working in Xuanyuan Wumu's residence, starting from the very beginning as a cleaning servant.
There are too many people in the church who have never seen her or know her.
The elders followed this line and wanted to know through what channels she and her lover met and got close.
It is basically impossible for two people who live in the south end and the other in the north end to know each other.
Those who approach the maid must have a reasonable identity and can take advantage of their position to have multiple contacts with her and gradually develop feelings for her.
They told me from above that I would take a small notebook and write it down. Of course, it was not to record clues to the hunt, but to record our future farming plans.
The tasks of the six secret guards were completed, and the elders had no more questions to ask. I took them back to the Poison Hall, and the previously agreed punishment must be fulfilled.
Although they were Xuanyuan Wumu's secret guards, since he was still ill, they couldn't be said to be unable to move, and there was no way to carry out the task themselves.
I sent someone to ask, and he nodded, which means he agreed that I would punish these six people on his behalf.
'Demon Prison, there is stock in the Poison Hall's warehouse. I personally took out six pills and quietly detoxified most of the toxins on the way.
I specially asked people to vacate the empty room and put the six of them in, two to a room. The conditions were better than those in a prison.
The six of them took the pills without hesitation and went into their respective rooms to wait for punishment.
The servants of the Poison Hall locked the door from the outside, leaving only two small openings on the door, one for serving food and one for collecting the toilet.
'Although I have removed the toxins from Demon Prison, its basic medicinal properties are still there. Its current effect is basically equivalent to chicken blood.
After the six secret guards took it, they could only sleep for five or six hours at night, and there was no time to calm down and be idle at other times.
In fact, the principle is similar to getting high. However, they have been trained for many years to be taciturn people and must endure punishment.
As a result, there were always noises coming from the room where they were kept, but no human voice.
Dang, dang, da da da...
Various voices kept coming, but there was no human voice. The servants in the Poison Hall didn't know the truth, so they passed it around in private. Finally, it came out that I had sealed the secret guard's mute hole before feeding him the poison.
Wan'er and Xiaojiao heard about this from different channels and came over to tell me. After hearing this, I also felt that my methods were vicious.
But the person who was most afraid was Lang Jiang. The servants specifically mentioned this matter when they brought him meals, saying that I would definitely keep him until he was done with it, and he might have summed up many torturous experiences by then.
….
Lang Jiang lived in anxiety every day and couldn't sleep all night long. His room faced the secret guards, with an open space in between. The secret guards were jumping up and down in the room. Sometimes when the noise was loud, he could heard.
Little did he know that the secret guard was practicing martial arts in the house after being injected with chicken blood. He would stand on the wall and hang upside down from the beam, and do sit-ups on the bed, which made the wooden bed squeak.
He was like a blindfolded person who couldn't see the situation in the secret guard's room, so he had unknown fear.
After days of insomnia and anxiety, coupled with the news that Xuanyuan Wumu had suffered a stroke and suffered hemiplegia, his original loyalty had been somewhat shaken in the past two days.
Several doctors from the Demon Sect all said that Xuanyuan Wumu could not be cured. They also invited doctors from the town for diagnosis and treatment, but they also said that it could not be cured.
There is no cure for the poison of Anthurium
, there is no way to recover damaged cerebrovascular nerves and so on.
Before the secret guard's punishment expired, Lang Jiang relaxed and took the initiative to call the servants in the courtyard, saying that he had something to talk to.
I hadn't seen him for many days, and I almost didn't recognize him when I saw him.
Not to mention how handsome he was, but he had the heroic spirit of a young man practicing martial arts.
His tall and straight body was now stooped, his cheeks were sunken, and the bags under his eyes were almost bigger than his eyes.
"Why has Guard Lang become like this? Is it because the servants don't give you food? I treat prisoners preferentially. If you tell anyone who abuses you, I will punish him." I was sitting in the main hall of the poison hall. Usually there is no one here. When people came, I slightly changed its layout and turned it into an office.
Before I could finish my words, Lang Jiang knelt on the ground with a plop.
I habitually turned sideways to avoid his kneeling. He was older than me and I was afraid of losing my life.
"Master An, Xuanyuan Wumu ordered me to harm you. He is the mastermind!" Lang Jiang said loudly.
"Isn't this something that is obvious? Even the handyman raising pigs in the kitchen knows about it. It doesn't matter whether you talk about it or not. Don't get excited." I saw his mood swings violently, so I tried to persuade him.
"I..." Lang Jiang probably didn't expect my attitude to be so calm and indifferent, so he was speechless for a moment.
"Whether he instigated you or not, since you have carried out his orders, you have to bear the consequences. Do you agree?"
"Admit it!" Lang Jiang thought for a moment and nodded heavily, "Please, Hall Master An, be kind and give me a good time."
I thought he had figured it out and was going to betray his old master and come to me. At the very least, he would be able to redeem himself and make meritorious service.
I didn't expect that he came here to seek a quick death. He must have been frightened recently.
"This...pleasure, definitely not pleasure..."
Hearing this, his face darkened, almost despairing.
"Mainly, the work of raising pigs is too tiring and dirty. You, a guard who usually wears clean clothes and hangs a sword to show off your appearance, will definitely not be happy there. You need to get used to it for a while. 365 OK, OK OK He’s the number one scholar.” I’m confused about reading books.
Lang Jiang looked confused and didn't seem to understand what I meant.
"From today on, you will be transferred to the canteen to raise pigs. You will pack up your things in your original residence and move to the canteen immediately."
Lang Jiang woke up from a dream and blinked, as if he wanted to make sure again.
"Come on, or...you actually want to try the poison pill?"
After I reminded him, he finally understood, stood up quickly, bowed deeply, turned around and ran out the door.
….
If he goes out looking like this, others will think that he has suffered a lot from me.
His steps were sloppy, his complexion was sallow, his hair was almost falling out, and he was so thin that he lost his appearance. Anyone who saw him felt like it was lamp oil that was about to dry out.
He was really struggling, staying awake day and night, staring every day waiting for the most vicious punishment to come, and living in anxiety every day. The servants said he couldn't eat at all, and was so anxious that he would vomit whenever he ate.
Maybe it's because I'm afraid that I'll put chronic poison in my food...
Lang Jiang suffered inhuman torture in the Poison Hall, and was later transferred to a stable to raise pigs. The news quickly spread throughout the church.
Lang Jiang did not deliberately slander me. He explained that I was good to him and did not poison him. It was entirely a kind act on my part to transfer him to raise pigs.
His sincere gratitude not only failed to resolve the misunderstanding, but also made others more convinced that my methods were vicious.
My public image is completely ruined, and I can't let people around me explain it. It's not convincing.
Moreover, people only discuss it privately, and they won’t admit it when asked openly.
There is no need to go to war to spread rumors.
Xiaojiao and Wan'er, on the other hand, spared no effort and always praised me for my kindness whenever they met people.
The two of them are getting darker and darker. Although others don't openly say they don't believe it, they still secretly believe that they don't have three hundred taels of silver here.
How can a good person praise himself as a good person when meeting others? suspicious!
My mind was not on this. Guard Jia, the big turtle, just habitually raised the melon in front of me and waved it.
, actually I don’t really want to know.
Xuanyuan Wumu, who was in charge of personnel transfer, finally stepped down, and his previous arrangements could be changed.
I haven't seen Yue Nanxiang and Manager Zhang for a long time. They are the two most difficult to deal with. They followed Ximen Wuhen back to the Demon Cult and caused several troubles, mainly with Yue Nanxiang.
Later, Xuanyuan Wumu assigned them to guard the fish ponds, and were assigned to Hegou Farm, two hundred miles away from the headquarters, where they raised wild river fresh food.
Yue Nanxiang still wanted to make trouble. Manager Zhang was such a smart person. He persuaded Yue Nanxiang to stop and told her to be patient for the time being until I came.
With Manager Zhang here, Yue Nanxiang can't bear the hardship, and I have secretly asked Yue Ba to go find them.
What I mean is that they should still be on standby. The headquarters is not at peace. Xuanyuan Wumu has stepped down, and there are even more powerful people.
It is safer to raise fish, as long as there are people around to protect you, it is better than coming back.
Manager Zhang must be thinking about Yue Nanxiang. Now that she is a child, why would she come back to get involved in the fight between adults?
Sure enough, Yue Ba sent a messenger back, saying that Manager Zhang also thought it was appropriate for them to stay there.
He has no martial arts skills, and Yue Nanxiang is a child, one old and one young, so coming back will be a hindrance.
There is a small village over there where they live quite well.
Yue Nanxiang is addicted to practicing martial arts, and it is very good to practice in the countryside with beautiful scenery and fresh air.
I'm not worried about them, I just sent people to protect them secretly.
On the other hand, at the headquarters, the maid's lover was eventually discovered, but only his body was found.
The corpse was wearing a purse given by the maid, and the maid's cousin recognized the purse. The maid's needlework was very average, and her cousin had embroidered the purse, and she also charged some handwork fees.
After investigation, the identity of the corpse was that of a young gardener who delivered plants and flowers to various hospitals. The old gardener often sent him out to deliver flowers.
….
People in the Demon Cult are addicted to raising ornamental plants, but some people don't particularly care about their life and death. Ornamental plants and flowers placed in various departments of various hospitals often die due to illness, lack of water and other reasons.
If you die, ask the person in charge of the Garden Hall, which is a department specializing in planting flowers and plants.
Also responsible for gardening, pruning flowers, trees and potted plants.
It is indeed somewhat possible that the person who sent the flowers could come into contact with the maid in Xuanyuan's residence.
It's just that most of the people responsible for collecting flowers and plants are male servants, and the maids in the inner courtyard rarely come out to move flower pots.
Unless the master pays special attention to the flowers and plants he likes, the personal maid is afraid that others will damage the flowers by handling them, so she will come out to pick them up herself.
It is no longer known whether the two had the opportunity to meet frequently because of this reason.
The problem is that a small gardener is still in the apprenticeship stage, the salary is not high, and there is no profit in the job of delivering flowers. How can he afford that jade pendant?
The little gardener has been in the Demon Cult longer than the maidservant, but he was relatively young when he came. He was bought into the Demon Cult as a handyman at the age of ten and lived in the Demon Cult for nine years.
He moved flower pots, carried tools, and followed the old gardener in the garden every day, exposed to wind, sun, and rain. He had no way to make money.
Since the jade pendant couldn't have been bought by him, then it was given by someone else?
The elders started pushing clues in the meeting hall again, but I was too lazy to go. The leader of the Gardening Hall committed suicide on the day the little gardener's body was found.
His position is vacant right now, and I'm thinking about who would be suitable to put there.
Xuanyuan Wumu has already retreated, and there is no one to take care of his shortcomings for the time being.
The elders are also quarreling over this matter. It is impossible for someone who already holds real power to hold this position concurrently.
They just want to help their cronies up, but who doesn't know who? They had known each other for many years, and they all thought so, so neither of them could sit still.
Ximen Wuhen was annoyed by their quarrel, and once again acted arbitrarily, and arranged for me to take over.
After upgrading two levels in less than half a month, I became a legendary figure in the Demon Sect for nearly fifty years.
Of course the other elders would not agree. They wanted to vote. Ximen Wuhen made a cruel move. Voting was boring.
, let’s just duel!
Anyone who has any objections will challenge me to a duel. The one who survives will have the final say.
This is an old rule of the demon sect, it has been there since the founding of the sect, but in recent years no one wants to use it.
The comfortable life has been too long, who wants to work hard?
Even if you don't die and are seriously injured, who will benefit in the future?
It must be those who didn't accept the duel!
The stipulation is that it's a one-on-one fight, not a group fight. The old foxes don't want to be the victims.
Pingbai himself was injured and blocked the bullets of other elders. If he got old injuries or disabilities, he would not be able to fight with them in the future. Xuanyuan Wumu, for example, is the best example.
If they weren't afraid of me before a series of events happened, they would probably be willing to challenge me in a duel.
But after I came, some strange things happened, and they don't dare to do anything to me easily now.
Xuanyuan Wumu clearly wanted to harm me, and he did not hesitate to offend the leader and poison me, but nothing happened to me!
No one can tell clearly how the guards sent by Lang Jiang and Xuanyuan Wumu were captured.
They didn't believe at all that it was the deputy manager of Yiyuanyuan who dealt with these people with Elder Gongsun's cronies.
There was also the burning prison incident. According to the memories of those involved, they either fainted or were subdued without even feeling.
Isn't it strange that all the prisoners and guards fainted due to such a huge smoke formation, but I didn't do anything?
No matter how scientific explanations they use to speculate on my behavior, the final conclusion they come to is that I am a mysterious person who is not easy to mess with...
He must have some special skills, including assassination of poisonous people. Why did he commit suicide?
There were no other injuries on his body. It was a pure suicide. There was no noise in the poison hall, which showed that he acted covertly and could have completed the mission.
But at the last moment, he changed his mind and ran to a deserted corner to commit suicide.
Everyone knows that I am protecting the poisonous person.
Those who are more rational are speculating on scientific explanations. Other melon-eating people have begun to suspect that I am not a human being.
The medicine is life-threatening
