I swam along the outer wall to the window of Linyuan Pavilion.
The windows were closed and there was no one in the private room.
I took out a piece of wire from my carry-on bag and inserted it along the crack of the window. I fiddled with it a few times and then opened the latch.
Pushing the window open and jumping into the house, he immediately took out the incense ash that had been wrapped in advance, started at the door, and sprinkled it carefully on the ground.
Further up Nantian Pavilion is the Sanqing Temple. Incense is constantly burning every day and the scent of sandalwood is strong. There is no need to worry about being discovered if you spill incense ashes.
He backed away while sprinkling, and when he finished sprinkling, he retreated to the window, jumped up on the window sill, and still used the scorpion to climb upside down on the city hook, closed the window, pulled out the iron wire, and hung it above the window.
About twenty minutes later, the private room door was pushed open and six people came in.
There were men and women, the youngest one looked to be in his fifties. They politely gave in to each other and sat around the round table.
I didn't listen to the polite compliments they exchanged with each other. I only focused on observing the footprints on the ground.
found it!
The footprints belonging to Qian Mian Hu.
From a tall, fat old man.
He has a fair face and no beard, looks rich, does not smile or speak, and has a peaceful face.
In the exchange of polite words, he was called Mr. Si.
I immediately crawled along the wall back to my room.
It was already 7:45, still fifteen minutes before the appointed time.
I picked up a pen and spread out the paper, and quickly drew a diagram of Linyuan Pavilion's room and everyone in the room.
I learned this quick-drawing skill from an art teacher in Haicheng.
In order to learn this skill, Sister Miao made an exception and stayed in Haicheng for half a year.
After finishing the painting, I took out a picture of the footprints of a Thousand-faced Bear that I carried with me, pointed at the Thousand-faced Bear in the painting, took three rusty iron nails, and nailed the footprints to the ground with a quick sketch of the room, and finally The door on the painting was erased.
After making this preparation, I packed up my bag and left, changed my clothes in the nearby woods, regained my appearance, and returned to Nantian Pavilion.
This time I went straight to the door of Linyuan Pavilion private room.
When we arrived at the door, it was exactly 7:58.
I heard someone talking through the door.
"It's eight o'clock, and this guy named Zhou didn't come. He seems to be too guilty to show up."
"How can he, a foreigner, have the confidence to argue with our Mr. Hu? He doesn't know how to live or die."
"Okay, let's go back, the elders, and arrange for someone to go to Sanmai Hall to pick out his sign tomorrow."
"We can't just settle it like this. Since fate is the rule, if you don't come, you will lose. This life must be taken. Otherwise, who will take this rule seriously?"
"That's right, if you don't come, you won't come. What do you think we seniors of Jincheng are? Are you playing tricks on us?"
"If you dare to suppress your life, you must dare to admit it. Take his life and spread the word. This will also let everyone understand that our Jincheng is a place with rules. Not just any cat, three dogs or four can come and show off their power."
"You guys, since you are here, you are not in a hurry to leave. It is a rare occasion to get together. I have already ordered wine and food. You are all very happy..."
Eight o'clock sharp.
I opened the door and walked into the room.
The lively discussion suddenly stopped.
The eight people sitting around the table all looked over with surprised expressions on their faces.
One of them, an old bald man of medium height, had the most obvious expression of surprise, even a hint of fear.
Too much force.
Lest I fail to notice him!
too fake.
I smiled and saluted, clasped my hands into fists, crossed my four fingers, raised my thumbs together and raised them to the right side of my face.
"I'm an old fellow. I'm polite when I'm running around. I don't dare to lose my appearance when I arrive at the end of the day."
There was silence in the private room, and several old men and women looked at each other.
After a while, the bald old man stood up and said, "All the seniors here today, and there are no outsiders, don't need to talk about this Spring Ceremony. Let's get to know each other first, I am Hu Wanhai."
"I have admired Mr. Hu's name as an old Bodhisattva for a long time."
“This one is Aunt Ma, who is proficient in singing to ward off evil spirits.
This person is Teacher Jiao, who is the best in Jincheng in the physiognomy test.
This person is Gu Daxian, and there is no one like him in Yin Yang Mansion.
This person is Mr. Peng, who is famous for asking questions from immortals.
This person is Uncle Chang, a famous expert in refining health-preserving medicines. I don’t know how many wealthy people want to ask him for health-preserving medicines, but they can’t.
These five are all well-known magicians in Jincheng. Today, at my request, they are here to give us two witnesses and reason. "
The bald old man who called himself Thousand Face Beard introduced all five people present.
The real Thousand Faces Hu is introduced as Gu Daxian, who is good at seeing Yin and Yang Mansion.
I cupped my hands in front of everyone, then sat down generously on an empty seat, took out another picture of the Thousand-faced Beard's footprints folded into squares, pressed it under the wine glass, and said, "You are all local seniors. , since I can come here to testify, I think I can do things fairly. Before I discuss the matter, I will ask Mr. Hu something. You all should listen to it and comment on the matter first, and then discuss the matter after commenting on it."
The bald old man's face became extremely ugly, "We've agreed on the rationale, so don't create extraneous matters."
"Ha, Mr. Hu, I wasn't the one who caused trouble in the first place. You made an appointment with me last night to talk about fate, but then you sent a message to invite Ganian to a banquet and ambushed me on the way there. This doesn't look like a serious discussion. Looks like."
"Zhou Cheng, don't slander people with empty words. If I don't dare to reason with you, why would you invite these elders to come over?"
"That's right, Zhou Cheng. You walked in and ignored the reason. Instead, you said that Mr. Hu invited Chi Ga Nian to rob you. Are you guilty of not daring to reason? Your fate is on the line. It's not up to you to argue. Here are the rules. You If you don’t dare to discuss it, then let’s keep it alive. It’s too beautiful to just talk nonsense and try to gain Mr. Hu’s reputation.”
The speaker was Mr. Peng, who was famous for asking questions from immortals.
Asking immortals to ask things sounds nice, but it actually means inviting ghosts. Just to avoid the taboo of this idea of attracting ghosts, it was renamed inviting immortals. It sounds grand, but in fact it is just a small trick that cannot be put on the table. It is not the Kanto method of inviting immortals to take action.
His words clearly showed favoritism for the bald old man.
"I said that I don't believe it, so let's ask Mr. Hu's subordinate Rotor to talk about it. Mr. Peng, since you have the ability to ask immortals to ask questions, why not invite this Rotor to talk about Mr. Hu's story now? Good calculation."
The bald old man stood up suddenly, "Did you kill Lao Wu?"
I smiled slightly, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and filled up the wine glass with the drawing paper on it, "I am Mr. Yinmai, and I am very particular about not getting my hands dirty with blood. I never kill anyone with my own hands. That old five of yours is here to eat." There was a conflict between the two of them, and they fought to die together. As for where he died, I don't know, so I just asked Mr. Peng to come and ask about it, so that Mr. Hu can arrange for someone to collect his body."
"What a trick!"
The bald old man squinted at me.
I smelled a subtle woody fragrance.
Qian Mian Hu couldn't help but take action.
However, if he used this little trick in front of me, it would be nothing more than playing tricks on his own.
It's really overestimating one's abilities.
