My wife is not a demon

Although I don't understand why we did this, judging from the information we have, it's obvious that this conspiracy has been laid out for a long time, so the identity of the person behind this scene is definitely not low, and it is also very special.

In addition, Ji Wuming, the holy sword of the White Emperor, is most likely not dead.

His plan to feign his death doesn't seem to be targeting us, but rather blinding those behind the scenes.

From here, I deduce that these gangs are all hiding something. Although their purpose is the same, everyone has their own calculations in mind.

The third point is that they definitely have a way to enter the altar on the day of the sacrificial ceremony.

So I hope that when the time comes, Hades can enter the altar to protect himself earlier, maybe—”

"This is impossible!"

Hei Ling shook his head and interrupted him. "The altar is a royal forbidden area. It is impossible for the Hades to enter, and the guards outside are extremely tight. I don't believe they can enter."

Chen Mu had no choice but to settle for the next best thing: "Then can you tell Master Suzaku to send more experts in the temple?"

"it is good."

Hei Ling nodded.

In fact, there are many masters in the palace, if someone trespasses on the temple or the altar, it is completely tantamount to sending death.

She really didn't believe that someone could break into the altar.

In the afternoon, Wang Fafa finally brought news about 'Yan Ji'.

Yanji Pastry Shop is a shop located at the entrance of Laoliu Lane in the west district of the outer city. The location is extremely remote and there are few customers on weekdays.

Six Doors dispatched almost all the police officers from the waiyamen to find this place.

The proprietress of the shop is a middle-aged woman in her 40s.

She has an ordinary appearance, and after years of hard work, there are a few faint crow's feet in the corners of her eyes. At first glance, she looks like an ordinary and honest woman.

According to the investigation, this woman has been running a pastry shop on this street for six years.

The family background is fundamentally clean and there is no problem.

...

Inside the shop, the lady proprietress looked at the young and handsome police chief in front of her with embarrassment, clutching the hem of his clothes nervously with both hands from time to time.

The detectives outside the door made her heart beat even tighter, and she didn't know what happened.

"A man bought pastries from you five days ago. It was a man."

Chen Mu looked at the red wrapping paper with the words 'Yan Ji' written in his hand, raised his eyes to the embarrassed woman in front of him, and asked softly, "Do you still have any memories?"

"man?"

Chen Mu's handsome face made the proprietress startled, then she smiled bitterly and said:

"My lord, although we don't have many customers in this small shop, there are about [-] customers who visit us every day. How can you make an impression on me?"

"You have been the proprietress for so long, and you have met many customers, at least you still have some discernment."

Chen Mu smiled, his voice still very gentle. "Ordinary farmers, temperamental scholars, wealthy people, plainclothes officials... It's very easy for you to distinguish, at least some of them impress you, right?"

Listening to Chen Mu's words, the proprietress showed a bit of embarrassment: "You are right, but..."

"Think carefully."

Chen Mu raised Erlang's legs, put the red wrapping paper in his hand on his legs, and said calmly. "As much as I can remember, I'm not in a hurry, just wait slowly."

The proprietress had no choice but to remember hard.

After a long time, it seemed that a memory was stuffed into the head of the proprietress, her eyes lit up suddenly, and she said, "There is a person who has a little impression."

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Mu's mouth: "Didn't you remember this? Tell me, what kind of person is it?"

"It is indeed a man, not very tall, probably a little shorter than you." The proprietress stretched out her hand and gestured. "But I've forgotten what he looks like."

"Forgot? Did he cover his face?"

Chen Mu raised his eyebrows.

"Not really, I just can't remember. I have an impression, but if I think about it, I feel like my face is covered with fog. Anyway, I really can't remember."

The proprietress said helplessly.

Chen Mu frowned slightly: "Then why do you have an impression of him?"

The proprietress said: "At that time, he bought a box of pastries in my shop, and when he left, he accidentally left something behind, and I chased after him and gave it to him."

"Do you remember anything?"

"A letter."

"Do you have any impression of what was written in the letter?"

"I don't have any impression of that." The proprietress shook her head and squeezed out a smile. "That kind of situation, even if you look back, you will forget it."

Chen Mu tapped his arm lightly with his fingertips.

He glanced at the desolate street outside and the hurried pedestrians, and said calmly, "Where did you chase after?"

"It's a little far away, just at the corner of the street ahead." The proprietress pointed outside the door.

"Take us there." Chen Mu got up.

The proprietress hurriedly led the way.

The location is indeed not far, about 200 meters away from the store, surrounded by some old houses, and several places are vacant.

The proprietress pointed to the right corner of the street: "He was walking in a hurry, I gave him the letter here."

"Are you sure it's this direction?"

"Of course."

The lady boss nodded.

Chen Mu put his hands on his chest and looked carefully.

This area is very desolate, with yellow and decaying weeds everywhere, some courtyards with dilapidated walls half collapsed, and debris everywhere.

If the other party walked from here at that time, it would be a dead end.