After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 468 Mr. Mai's Traces
The old man screamed and passed out immediately.

His eyeballs were gouged out, and he was rolling in Zhong Sunmou's spoon, intact.

Zhong Sunmou grabbed the cup casually, poured water to wash his eyes, and then held it up to the light for a closer look.

"It really is this thing." He picked out a small red worm-like creature from the eyeball, and it fell to the table and squirmed, "Eye mite."

This insect is harmless to humans, and the old man didn't even know he was planted with this kind of thing.It is a medium that allows the user to share the vision with the eye mite host.

Because the eye mite itself is a parasite, the guards checked the old man's supernatural powers and spell remnants before, but found nothing.However, this kind of bug will adjust its body color when the light changes suddenly, and this flaw was caught by Zhong Sunmou.

There is no doubt that it was Mr. Mai who tampered with the old man's eyes.

That is to say, Mr. Mai can also see what the old gatekeeper sees, and he doesn't need to show up in person.

Zhong Sunmou was startled when he saw the eye mite, instead of being angry, he was happy: "The distance between the eye mite and its owner should not be too far, otherwise it will fail." He ordered the guards, "Send people to step up the search. Hide in town!"

The subordinates rushed to do it, dragged the old man away by the way, and then took clean water to wash away the blood on the ground.

Zhong Sunmou stood by the window and took a long breath.

The subject under investigation is very cunning, and these arrangements cannot be made temporarily, especially the trick of the eye mite.

That is to say, after the old gatekeeper walked into the small courtyard, Mr. Mai saw everything in the courtyard clearly through his eyes.

How many people were chasing him, what they looked like, and what relationship they had with each other, all these information were easily obtained by the other party.

……

Half an hour later, the guard returned to report:
The local government office was very cooperative. Rewards were posted in the streets and alleys of Shuanglu Town. Mr. Mai's portrait was on the wall, and some people preached loudly beside him.Anyone who can report Mr. Mai's whereabouts will get 15 taels of silver. This huge sum of money has attracted many townspeople to watch.

There were also people who were amazed, saying that Mr. Mai seemed like a good man, but he didn't expect to be a fugitive prisoner.

Zhong Sunmou's subordinates hurriedly asked, and all the townspeople confirmed that Mr. Mai really looked like this, and several merchants in the town bought goods from him to do business.

The description of the old gatekeeper is still very accurate.

Of course, these businessmen have all been taken down for questioning now.

Zhong Sunmou listened to the report with half-closed eyes, and suddenly asked: "By the way, where is the group of people surnamed He?"

"They have left Mr. Mai's house and went back to the inn."

"Didn't go anywhere else?"

"No, I went straight back to the inn and didn't stay anywhere else."

Zhong Sunmou chuckled: "I also thought they had other skills." It turned out to be nothing more than that.

"But after you left, they stayed at Mr. Mai's house for more than two quarters of an hour."

"doing what?"

"I don't know, the two wind-piercing beasts are guarding the door, we can't get in, I just know they are talking in the study, and they seem to be watching something together."

Zhong Sunmou's face darkened, but he quickly figured it out: "They are one step ahead of me, and they may find something in the search, but they refuse to share it with me."

"Also, what is the name of this He? Is there any news from Baishi County Magistrate?"

"It's the first time that Baishi county magistrate has seen him. I only heard from guard Jiao that the special envoy is not from the Chiyan country, and the crown prince respects him a lot."

"Not from the Chiyan Kingdom?" Zhong Sunmou was amazed, "Fu Shanyue actually found a foreigner to be his special envoy?"

The guard couldn't answer this question again.

Special envoy is not only a nickname, but also has corresponding privileges.

Giving these powers to a foreigner, is Fushan more ambitious or does he trust this person in particular?

The eldest son of Chiyan Kingdom, Zhong Sunmou knows better than others.People who can make Fu Shanyue so arrogant and fierce can also respect him, he should have two brushes.

But he hated Wu Ji Wu before, and he didn't have a good face towards the surname He.

At this time, another person said:

"My lord, the chewing tobacco has been identified, and it is indeed produced in Qizhou, Chiyan Kingdom."

There was half a tube of chewing tobacco hidden in Mr. Mai's desk, which they also brought back for analysis.

Zhong Sunmou sneered: "We still need them to identify? Only Qizhou's chewing tobacco uses white-skinned bamboo tubes. This kind of bamboo tubes can give off a citrus-like aroma."

Not only are the demon kingdoms of the Bega clans own their own tobacco production, but even the chewing tobacco produced by the same demon kingdom is divided into regions.

The water and soil of one side support the people of the other side. Similarly, the people of one side are also used to chewing tobacco on the other side.

Zhong Sunmou knew that many dignitaries and businessmen also brought local chewing tobacco when they went out, and they were not used to changing brands.

"Also, there are clothes from Mr. Mai's bedroom cabinet."

"how?"

"We brought back twelve pieces, two of which are made of 'Yanghubai'." The humane said, "'Yanghubai' is a time-honored brand in Qizhou, a specialty of Baishaqu, and is very popular among local people. All of them have been worn for a while, not brand new clothes."

If you wear it on a daily basis, it is not specially put on to confuse people.

Zhong Sunmou said slowly, "Qizhou Baishaqu?"

That place is already close to the northern border of Chiyan Kingdom, and a hundred miles further north, we reach the border of Lingxu City.

After a while, the guard reported again:
"My lord, Mr. Mai's account books have been analyzed."

They almost emptied Mr. Mai's study, especially all the paperwork, not a single piece of paper was left for He Lingchuan.

Although these documents may be a cover for Mr. Mai, Zhong Sunmou still thinks they are meaningful.

Because these businesses are real.

Where there exists, there must be traces.

He has a lot of people, and he quickly took out the analysis results:

Mr. Mai is mainly engaged in medicinal herb and oil business, but they are all small businesses. In Shuanglu Town, they are at best a medium-to-lower scale and unobtrusive.

But such a trivial business cannot be supported by him alone, especially Mr. Mai only comes to Shuanglu Town three or four times a year.

Business needs to be contacted and interviewed, unless...

"He has a local warehouse in Shuanglu Town, and he doesn't have to worry about importing and exporting goods. When customers usually want to buy things, they go there to sign the receipt and collect it."

"In this way, he is just an underwriter?" Zhong Sunmou's face suddenly became serious, "He still has a family!"

"Yes, we have also found his source, probably in—"

Zhong Sunmou interrupted him: "Near Baishaqu in Qizhou?"

"Ah no, it's Qizhou, but it's in Fengchao Mountain." The subordinate hurriedly said, "It may be twenty or thirty miles away from Baishazhen."

Zhong Sunmou nodded: "The cunning rabbit doesn't eat grass by the side of the nest, he won't directly expose his lair."

At this moment, there was a light knock on the door outside the guest room.

The guard opened the door and saw the old postman holding an oiled paper bag:

"Someone sent a letter outside, asking us to forward it to the adults here."

The guards didn't dare to send the oiled paper bag directly to Zhong Sunmou, and only opened it by the door.

Inside is a book.

Zhong Sunmou took a look and said "Huh", "Who gave this?"

……

After He Lingchuan returned to the inn, he filled his stomach first, and then went back to the room to adjust his breath.

Others thought he was an old god, and even General Ling didn't go over to ask more questions.

In fact, through the eye spider's perspective, he had a panoramic view of what happened at Zhong Sunmou's place.

My side is surrounded by monsters, and their combat power is impressive, but when it comes to reading documents and analyzing data, humans have to do it.Since manpower is limited, it is better to pick ready-made ones from Zhong Sunmou.

That's why he let Zhong Sunmou take away all the documents - anyway, he couldn't grab much at that time.

"That is to say, all the clues point to the vicinity of Baishazhen in Qizhou? This Mr. Mai seems to be a shrewd person, will he leave such obvious clues?"

At this time, there was a sound of peeling and pecking at the door.

He Lingchuan opened the door, and the shop assistant standing outside handed over an oiled paper package:

"My lord, someone has appointed this for you."

The fierce tiger, which was lying on the soft couch and licking its fur, raised its head upon hearing the sound.

He Lingchuan took the paper bag: "What does that person look like? Where did he go?"

"Yes, it was brought by the lame beggar in the back alley."

He Lingchuan didn't listen to what he said, and jumped downstairs, and caught up with the beggar outside the shop in two steps.

Since I am lame, I cannot walk fast.

He took out two copper coins and waved them in front of the beggar: "Which direction did the person who asked you to give this go?"

The beggar pointed to the west.

It happened that Jiao Yu also heard the sound, and He Lingchuan asked him to smell the scent on the oiled paper bag: "Chasing!"

This is using the tiger as a dog.Jiao Yu didn't have time to bury him, so he ran forward following a whim.

He Lingchuan took the time to ask the beggar: "What does that man look like?"

"A tall man with a gray cloak, well clothed, but the brim of his hat covers his face, so he can't see what he looks like."

He Lingchuan threw the copper plate to him and went upstairs by himself.

After about a cup of tea, the tiger came back.

When He Lingchuan saw it returning empty-handed, he comforted him, "It's okay, it took the cripple a long time to get to the shop, enough for Mr. Mai to retreat calmly."

Otherwise, why would they find a cripple?
"The smell disappeared halfway through." Jiao Yu shook his head, "He used some spells to cover himself. What's in the paper bag?"

At this point, there were a few bangs from the floor outside the door, and then there was a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was very distinctive, and He Lingchuan knew it was General Ling when he heard it.

When he opened the door, the old sheep had shrunk to the size of an ordinary sheep. He looked up at him eagerly: "I heard something moving here!"

"You have long legs." He Lingchuan knew that General Ling probably had one ear always listening here, not letting go of any trouble.

To be honest, whether it is a human or a monster, it is worthy of respect to be so dedicated to the tribe.

He came in with the sheep, took out the oil-paper package, and opened it in front of the two monsters.

There is a book wrapped here, strictly speaking, it is a manuscript, only about [-] or [-] pages, but the cover is crisp, and it looks brand new at first glance.

Jiao Yu was amazed: "Hey, this is... "Record of Worshiping the Gods"?"

This masterpiece is the handbook written by the former demon emperor Wu Chen of Bega in his later years, and it is in the hands of the nobles of Lingxu City and all the demon kings.

Of course, people in Lingxu City and the capitals of the demon countries might also have collections.

Of course both Jiao Yu and General Ling have read this book: "Who will send you this?"

(End of this chapter)