Who lost this loyal dog?

Zhang Ze shared half of the food he brought back with Tianyi, and ate with gusto about "the love and hatred between Feng Huiyao and his father". Feng He didn't die of anger, it's amazing. What if..."

If it was him... No, forget it, or not.

Zhang Ze mentioned another matter: "Tomorrow I'm going to visit the place where Qiu Anlan was killed."

According to his own experience, Tian Yi calmly analyzed: "Two days have passed since the incident, the body has been taken away, and the crime scene has been destroyed, I'm afraid nothing can be seen."

Zhang Ze just shook his head lightly: "I know, anyway, it won't take much effort, just for peace of mind, in case something is discovered."

Seeing that the master has made up his mind, Tianyi fell silent.

"Eat first, I'll read a book for a while, I haven't finished reading the book I bought on the way."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Ze got up and took the luggage, and really took out a book from inside, took off his shoes and went to bed, leaned casually on the head of the bed, and read the book with relish.

Tianyi looked down at the more than half of the porridge left in his hand. The five sensitive senses of a martial arts practitioner allowed him to clearly perceive the master's movements, master's breathing, and the subtle rubbing sound of the master's fingers as they rubbed the pages of the book without vision.

He pursed his lips, using the extreme caution he had when following Feng He, and tried to finish the food in the bowl as quietly and quickly as possible.

Counting, in this life, he has been with his master for more than half a year. If you count the previous life, the previous life, the previous life...he can't remember clearly.

After such a long time, the habit has become an instinct, and he always follows the figure of his master consciously or unconsciously, feeling nostalgic and fearful at the same time.

The more you cherish it, the more you fear it, fearing that something will disturb the master and cause the master to hate it.

The master is a god walking in the world, and he is just a despicable thief who stole the favor of the gods.

Zhang Ze slowly turned the pages of the book, his eyes fell on the square words, but his mind never left the person at the table.

Tianyi always has the ability to calm down his troubled thoughts just by being in the same room without doing anything.

Zhang Ze likes this feeling, so that even if he is involved in disputes between the rivers and lakes, he can keep his feet on the ground and not mess up his hands and feet.

He thought about it more than once, let's wait for this matter, the two of them will go back to the mountain cabin to live in seclusion together, and go down the mountain when they are interested, but now...

Hearing Tianyi put down the bowl, Zhang Ze raised his head: "Are you finished? I'll clean it up."

"I, just come down."

Tianyi swiftly put the bowls and chopsticks into the box and returned them to the kitchen.

The next day, without waiting for Zhang Ze to go to Bi Yan to inquire about the location of the incident, Bi Yan went to find him first and invited him to the Wudang faction.

Knowing that Lin Youjian would definitely not rest assured that such a "sword celestial heir" was running around, Zhang Ze took the opportunity to agree.

Under the leadership of Bi Yan, the three of them left the main altar of the Beggars' Clan, drove a stick of incense, entered the city, walked in the city for a while, and finally stopped at a seldom-visited alley.

Looking at the familiar environment, Zhang Ze frowned unconsciously.

This dead end is so similar to the alley where the little girl was killed that night, it is equally secluded and hidden, which makes him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

Taking advantage of Bi Yan's work on investigating the scene, Tianyi turned slightly to block the scene in the alley, and asked in a low voice with concern: "Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, it's important." Zhang Ze calmed down and looked carefully in this alley.

Sure enough, as Tian Yi said, without special protection, the place was completely destroyed, there was no trace of blood on the ground, and nothing could be seen.

"Bi Yan, how did Qiu Anlan die?"

"Huh?" Bi Yan, who was squatting in the corner looking for clues, recalled, "I was shot in the throat by the silver needle on Feng Huiyao's fan."

No wonder, the silver needle was long and thin, and the wound it caused was very small, so naturally it wouldn't smear the ground with blood. Zhang Ze asked again, "Then where is Qiu Anlan's body?"

"It's over there." Bi Yan pointed to a general direction.

Tianyi walked over to grope around on the ground, and suddenly slapped the ground with his palm.

A little silver light came out in response, and was taken into the palm of Tianyi who had been prepared for a long time.

Zhang Ze looked at the things in Tianyi's hands and was taken aback.

It was an inch-long silver needle.

Bi Yan recognized it at a glance: "The style of this needle is exactly the same as the one found on Qiu Shimei's neck. How did Tian Shaoxia find it?"

Tianyi pointed to the location where the photo was taken just now.

Zhang Ze understood.

Although the city where they are located is not an important traffic route, because of the main altar of the beggar gang, there are not a few people from the rivers and lakes coming and going, so it is still prosperous, and the repairs are fairly neat. The roads are paved with bluestone slabs, very smooth.

The needle happened to be shot into the seam of two stone slabs, and was blocked by Qiu Anlan's body, so it was not discovered.

"I heard that this needle was specially customized by Feng He to match his son's fan?" As he asked, he twisted the silver needle and slowly turned it towards the direction of the sun.

Bi Yan nodded: "Yes, the blacksmith who made this silver needle is in the city. However, according to Feng Huiyao, he has used fans as weapons for at least five or six years. Silver needles are not a rare thing, and there are not a few of them left outside. Maybe someone will pick it up to frame him."

Zhang Zexin has two purposes, listening to Bi Yan's words with his ears, and staring at the needle in his hand, always feeling that something is wrong.

He turned round and round without giving up, and when the silver needle turned at a certain angle, an extremely tiny, almost invisible thin mark came into view.

Zhang Ze's pupils constricted suddenly, he withdrew his hand silently, put the needle into his pocket without a trace, and walked away: "It seems that there is no clue here, Bi Yan, let's go and see what else is there." The place."

It took a long time to dig up the bluestone slab. Except for the silver needle that Zhang Ze put away, the three of them found nothing.

Bi Yan was quite open-minded: "Master has visited several times and found nothing. It's normal that we can't find anything."

As for the needle, in Bi Yan's opinion, four or five were found from Qiu Anlan that day, but one was missed, it's no big deal.

Zhang Ze was very annoyed: "It's because I didn't think carefully. I thought I could find something useful this time. Alas, I'm going to trouble you, Bi Yan."

Bi Yan's eyes lit up when he heard Zhang Ze calling him - this was the first good friend he made outside of the Seven Schools.

"What's the trouble? By the way, I know there is a pastry shop in the city. The red bean cakes are delicious. It's rare to come out. I'm going to take some back for Master. Brother Zhang, do you want to come with me?"

Of course Zhang Ze would not ignore his kindness: "Okay."

After buying pastries, the three of them returned to the Beggars' Clan side by side, making an appointment to set off together tomorrow, and then dispersed separately.

Back in the room, after making sure there was no ear on the partition wall, Zhang Ze took out a silver needle and handed it to Tianyi, and tapped the thin mark.

Tian Yi took a closer look and blamed himself: "This subordinate is so careless that he didn't notice..."

Zhang Ze couldn't help but gave him a blank look: "You only need a few breaths when you get the silver needle, so it's no wonder you can find it."

Tianyi's temperament of taking all his mistakes on himself is a headache most of the time.

In order to prevent him from thinking too much, Zhang Zeqiang first asked, "What do you think caused this?"

Tianyi pondered for a moment, then spoke cautiously: "This subordinate thinks that it should be a bladed weapon such as a knife, a sword, or an axe. But when this kind of weapon is cut on a needle, the marks left are much heavier than this, and belong to I would venture to guess that this needle was repaired a second time, but it was not completely repaired, which left such traces."

"That is to say, someone deliberately framed Feng Huiyao, why?"

Another mystery.

Zhang Ze thought about it and couldn't understand.

If it is pushed backwards from the profiteer's point of view, because of this incident, Huashan Emei and the Beggars' Clan had a complete enmity, the seven sects fell apart, and they were unwilling to maintain their face, and it was You Ming who profited.

But You Ming was busy looking for treasure maps all over the world, and in Lingzhou, he retreated at the first blow. He looked like he didn't want to conflict with the righteous way, and he didn't look like a troublemaker.Moreover, this is the main altar of the Beggar Clan, the most powerful place of the Beggar Clan, if people from the netherworld can get in here, kill people and get away, then the Beggar Clan should be destroyed as soon as possible.

Another beneficiary he could think of was Chen Wufeng. Kang Sun, the leader of the beggar gang, suppressed Feng He's faction, and asked Chen Wufeng to fill in the vacancy vacated by name.

But judging from Feng He's tone, he didn't believe Chen Wufeng would do this.

Zhang Ze didn't really believe it.

He had never met Chen Wufeng, Shadowless Claw, but in Xunyang City, he had met Fu Ding, Chen Wufeng's apprentice.No matter how he thought about raising such a quirky boy, he felt that Chen Wufeng didn't seem like he would backhandedly harm his fellow disciples.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he was wrong.

In short, Zhang Ze asked Tianyi to keep the evidence, but he kept it in his heart.

Tianyi put away his things and asked, "Master, do you want to tell Lin Youjian or Young Master Gu about this?"

"No, I won't tell anyone." Zhang Ze replied without thinking. If you go out, you might startle the snake."

It's all nonsense, if you really want to find out the truth as soon as possible, Lin Youjian is behind Wudang, Gu Qingfeng is the emperor, which one can't find out faster than him secretly?

He just didn't want to tell anyone about it.

He even ordered Tianyi: "Tianyi, you are not allowed to tell others."

Tianyi bowed his head and replied: "Yes, this subordinate obeys."

As it was getting late, Zhang Ze yawned: "Rest early today, and have to hurry tomorrow."

He washed up, lay down on the bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the moon, the system that has always come and gone without a trace suddenly appeared, flickered in Zhang Ze's mind a few times, and disappeared as abruptly as when it came, leaving only a row of words that gradually dissipated.

"Story progress: 20.00%. Host soul strength detection: (98317/100000)".