"Wanfu County detectives visited several gangs in the afternoon. In the past month, they knew of a total of four suspicious characters appearing alone in the county town," Chu Jin said.
"A middle-aged beggar lives by begging at the west gate on weekdays and doesn't talk to anyone. He stays in a charity village in the northwest of the city at night.
A down-and-out scholar rented a small courtyard in the west of the city. He set up a small stall on weekdays and sold calligraphy and paintings to make a living.
A traveling storyteller found a job in Taizhen Tower in the city. He told a story every morning. It seemed that he was planning to stay here for a long time.
There is also a winemaker who set up a second yard in an alley in the south of the city. He makes wine in the backyard and sells wine in the front yard, making a living. "
Qi Fengyun looked at the other three people, who all shook their heads, "The people buying the medicine are all old people who have lived in the county all year round, and the dosage has not changed much. There is nothing special about it."
Qi Fengyun nodded, "Either he has medicine, or his injury is not serious enough to use ordinary medicine, so if nothing unexpected happens, the wolf demon is one of these four people."
Chu Jin said, "These four people have never left Wanfu County since they entered Wanfu County a month ago."
Qi Fengyun nodded, "The four of you are full of energy and it's hard to pretend. Just wait at the inn. I'll go take a look tomorrow. Can Xiaoyou Lu come with you?"
Lu Zheng could only feel MMP in his heart, smiled slightly on the outside, and nodded happily, "Thanks to the senior, it is just what I want!"
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the next day.
Early in the morning, Lu Zheng accompanied Qi Fengyun to Taizhen Tower, asked Dr. Tea for a pot of tea and melon seed snacks, rewarded him with 50 coins, and sat in the first row.
A moment later, I saw a thin, middle-aged man in a blue robe, who looked to be in his forties or fifties, walking out from behind the curtain. He was stunned and began to tell a story.
"The book follows yesterday and said that the scholar Wang Ling was walking in the forest of rocks when he suddenly heard a woman calling.
Hearing the sound, he looked up and saw a stunning woman wearing a goose-yellow floral skirt, sitting on a stone not far away. There were two packages at her feet. She was obviously tired from carrying them and was resting on the left side of the road. . "
The storyteller combines the yin and yang of the story, with gestures and expressions, to tell a bloody story about a scholar's affair with a female ghost, with ups and downs, vividly.
"Well said! Reward!"
Lu Zheng shouted and sprinkled a handful of copper coins on the plate brought by the waiter.
"This gentleman is so talented. Without ten years of hard work, he wouldn't be so wonderful!"
"Thank you, Master!" The storyteller on the stage had a flash of light in his eyes, a warm smile on his face, and he hurriedly handed over his hands to express his thanks.
"Make money based on your skills, don't be shabby!" Lu Zheng waved his hand, stood up and left with Qi Fengyun.
"Not an ordinary person, but certainly not the person we are looking for." Lu Zheng said.
Qi Fengyun nodded. Without ten years of hard work, he would not be able to write such a good book, and it is impossible for the wolf demon Leng Li to write such a good book.
The two of them walked all the way from Taizhen Tower to the west gate of the city.
From a distance, I saw a middle-aged beggar with disheveled hair sitting under the wall of a large courtyard not far from the city gate, where the sun was the brightest and warmest.
There was a broken bowl in front of him. He was wearing rags and linen clothes. He scratched his head with one hand and caught lice on his body with the other. He caught one and threw it into his mouth.
Lu Zheng grinned, feeling a little nauseous.
Not far away, there were two or three beggars, but they were far away from him. Although they could get some sun, the location was not as good as his. I could only rest for a while, then got up and joined the crowd entering the city, which seemed to be interesting. Rich people beg for money.
Unlike the middle-aged beggar, who was closest to the city gate and the most crowded place, even if he was just sitting there, someone would reward him with a penny or two.
Lu Zheng and Qi Fengyun looked at each other, shook their heads, turned and left.
As he got closer, Lu Zheng could feel the beggar's surging blood, which was stronger than Duan Changzai. Although he didn't know why he turned into a beggar and begged all day long, it was definitely not the wolf demon.
…
"Hehe, let me tell you, Mr. Duan is very handsome and has good painting skills. You will know if you go and take a look."
"You've told me this a dozen times, but I want to see who Master Duan is. He can actually make you confused and introduce me to buy paintings."
Lu Zheng and Qi Fengyun arrived at Chengnanfang City all the way, turned into an alley, and happened to fall behind the two women walking towards them.
Judging from their attire, these two women can be considered girls from middle-class families. They usually have enough monthly money to buy rouge, gouache, and picture books.
There are stalls along the street in this alley, where scattered merchants set up stalls to do business.
Some sell toys, some sell shoes and socks, some sell snacks, and some write letters on behalf of others.
At a place in the middle of the alley, a rope was tied to the trees on both sides. Several unfolded paintings were hung on the rope. There was also a wooden shelf erected next to it, and several paintings were also hung on the shelf.
A young scholar sat on a small stool next to him, holding a book in his hand. When there was no business, he would lower his head and read.
"Master Duan."
"Miss Zhao."
"I'm bringing my best friend to look at the paintings." The woman introduced the woman next to her, but she looked at the scholar without blinking.
The scholar seemed a little resistant, tilted his head, and said casually, "They are all here. If you like them, I will sell them to you cheaper."
Not far away, Qi Fengyun nodded repeatedly, "That's right, that's right. With his appearance, what kind of books does this young master have to study?"
On the other side, Lu Zheng rubbed his chin, his face hurt and his teeth were sore.
Without him, this Mr. Duan's appearance would be enough to make his debut in the C position if he danced and sang casually in modern times.
The two of them looked at the scholar from the corner of their eyes, and saw that the scholar had a helpless look on his face when facing the two girls who were interested in him, with a sad look in his eyes.
"I suddenly got greedy. Let's go find some drinks to quench our thirst." Qi Fengyun said.
Lu Zheng nodded, supported Qi Fengyun, and walked naturally past the painting stall, slowly disappearing at the other end of the alley.
The suspicion that this scholar is Leng Li can be ruled out for the time being. After all, if he wanted to live in seclusion to heal his injuries, he wouldn't make himself look so handsome, right?
In this case, let’s go see the winemaker first.
The two of them walked slowly from the west of the city, and arrived at the alley in the south of the city just in time.
"Well, the smell of wine?" Qi Fengyun sniffed, looking surprised.
The two of them searched for the scent of wine and soon found a wine shop deep in the alley.
"Shilixiang? What a name!" Qi Fengyun said with a smile, and then walked into the store, "Is the store owner here?"
"Would you like to buy some drinks, please?"
A hoarse voice sounded, the door curtain inside the store was lifted, and a stocky man came out.
His eyes are hanging, slightly red, his eyebrows are like swords, and his cheekbones are high.
Lu Zheng smiled slightly when facing the two of them. Lu Zheng's heart skipped a beat. This man didn't look like a good person just by looking at him.
