Chapter 742 Investigation Clues

Qin Feng, the secret guard assigned by Xi Yu to investigate the assassin, was extremely cautious in his work.

He carefully took the assassin's body out of the palace and placed it in a remote open space.

Qin Feng knew that the top priority was to find out the identity of the assassin, so he decided to wait for the next day to find a skilled painter to paint the assassin's portrait.

In the early morning of the next day, as soon as the sun shone on the earth, Qin Feng had already brought the painter to the open space.

The painter carefully observed the facial features of the assassin, and moved the brush in his hand quickly on the paper. After a while, a lifelike portrait appeared in front of his eyes.

Qin Feng took the portrait and non-stop arranged for his men to post the portrait in conspicuous locations in the city.

Every time he posted a portrait, he would solemnly say to the people around him: "This man is an assassin who assassinated the emperor. If anyone knows his identity or whereabouts, please come and report him as soon as possible. This is a matter of national security. If you provide valid clues, you will be rewarded heavily.”

The common people looked at the stern face in the portrait and began to whisper.

Everyone was shocked by the assassination of the emperor, and secretly speculated on the identity of the assassin and the mastermind behind it.

As the portraits were posted across the city, tensions grew on the streets.

People were talking about the assassination after dinner, while Qin Feng was secretly paying close attention to everyone who came to view the portrait, hoping to find some clues from their reactions.

Qin Feng asked for a quiet room in a busy inn, and then he posted notices in conspicuous places in the lobby and entrance of the inn.

He told everyone that if anyone had any clues about the assassin, they could report to him directly in this room.

Qin Feng waited expectantly in the room, listening carefully to every movement in the corridor.

However, as the day passed slowly, no one came forward to provide clues.

He paced back and forth in the room, his brows frowning more and more. He secretly thought: Could it be that the portrait is not clear enough?

Or is this assassin so hidden that no one knows his origins? Or maybe the people are worried and dare not come forward to report?

Qin Feng walked to the window and looked at the bustling crowd on the street, searching for suspicious people in the crowd with sharp eyes. He knew that every extra day of delay would give the mastermind behind the assassin one more chance to escape.

In desperation, Qin Feng decided to expand the scope of investigation.

He called his men and ordered them to go to surrounding towns and put up portraits, leaving no place where they might find clues.

Xi Yu still lived peacefully in the palace, chatting with Liu Xie every day, and playing cards together when he was interested.

There seemed to be a tacit understanding between them, and no one mentioned the thrilling assassination, as if the terrible assassination had never happened in the palace.

Beneath the surface calm, Xi Yu's heart was like a turbulent sea.

He knew that the assassin's appearance was no accident, and there must be a deep meaning and conspiracy behind it.

However, he did not want to show his worries in front of Liu Xie, so as not to worry the emperor too much.

Liu Xie seemed to be immersed in this short-term relaxed atmosphere. He smiled and interacted with Xi Yu, enjoying this moment of tranquility.

But in the depths of his eyes, there would occasionally be a hint of unnoticeable worry, which was a warning of unknown dangers.

Another night has come.

The worry in Liu Xie's heart became more and more intense, and finally he couldn't help but ask Xi Yu: "What is the situation about the assassin now?"

Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Xi Yu's face. He bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, I have been with you wholeheartedly today, so naturally I don't know what is going on outside. However, as long as the secret guard responsible for the investigation does not pass on the news, That proves that the investigation results have not yet been produced.”

Liu Xie frowned, sighed helplessly, and said, "It's been so long and there's still no news. It's really worrying."

Xi Yu quickly comforted him: "Your Majesty, don't worry. The secret guard Qin Feng is extremely reliable. If there are any clues, he will come and report them as soon as possible. There is no news at this time. It may be that the identity of the assassin is extremely hidden. It is necessary to Take more time to investigate.”

Liu Xie nodded slightly, but the worry on his face did not completely dissipate. He looked out the window, as if hoping that the secret guard would bring good news soon.

The night enveloped the palace as deeply as ink. Liu Xie fell asleep in this quiet night.

In the dreamland, the surroundings were dark, and a cold wind blew quietly.

Suddenly, the terrifying assassin appeared again like a ghost, his cold eyes and gleaming weapon stabbing straight at Liu Xie.

Liu Xie was frightened and wanted to call for help, but found that he could not make a sound.

Then, the dream changed, and Xi Yu appeared in front of him, looking at him with a cold and suspicious look, and said coldly: "Your Majesty, could it be that you called the assassin here?" Liu Xie shook his head desperately. Explanation, but Xi Yu didn’t believe it.

Liu Xie suddenly woke up from his nightmare, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his heart was beating violently in his chest.

He was horrified to find that his bed was damp - he had wet the bed.

Liu Xie's face was full of shame and annoyance. He never thought that he would be in such an embarrassment because of a nightmare.

He quickly called the chamberlain and ordered them to change the bed quietly. He didn't want others to know that he was so out of control because of the nightmare.

Although the servants were surprised, they didn't dare to ask any more questions and quickly changed the beds.

Liu Xie sat by the bed, unable to calm down for a long time. The scene in the nightmare and the shame of bedwetting made him even more tormented. He began to doubt whether the palace was still safe and whether his throne was really stable.

Early the next morning, the sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, forming patches of light.

Liu Xie was upset, so he asked Xi Yu to accompany him for a walk in the courtyard of the palace.

The two walked slowly and finally sat down in an exquisite pavilion.

Liu Xie looked at the blooming flowers in the yard, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned around and asked Xi Yu: "Is the newspaper doing well now? I saw an issue by chance last time, and it felt pretty good."

Xi Yu bowed slightly and replied respectfully: "Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty. I have been working hard to run the newspaper well and publish news, anecdotes and some government orders from various places so that the people can be informed in time."

Liu Xie nodded and said: "This newspaper is indeed a good thing. It allows my people to understand the world's affairs, and it also allows me to know the thoughts of the people."

Xi Yu continued: "Your Majesty is wise. We will also promote your Majesty's benevolence and achievements in newspapers to make the people love your Majesty even more."

After Liu Xie heard this, a smile of relief appeared on his face, but behind that smile seemed to be hidden concern about the assassin.

Seeing that Liu Xie's face was still ugly, Xi Yu understood that His Majesty's worries had not gone away.

He comforted softly: "Your Majesty, please relax. Sooner or later, the assassin's matter will come to light. Your Majesty, there is no need to worry too much."

After Liu Xie heard this, he sighed heavily. After a moment of silence, he said with some embarrassment: "I will tell you the truth, I had a nightmare yesterday, and the assassin appeared again in the dream. I was extremely frightened. And...and when I woke up, I found that I wet the bed."

After saying that, Liu Xie lowered his head in shame. He was an emperor, but he felt very embarrassed at this moment.

Xi Yu was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, this is just a nightmare. Your Majesty is mentally nervous. It is human nature for such situations to occur occasionally. Your Majesty does not need to be too ashamed."

Liu Xie shook his head and said: "As the emperor, I have lost my composure like this. Wouldn't it be a joke if word spread about it?" His tone was full of annoyance and self-blame.

Xi Yu said quickly: "Your Majesty, no one else will know about this matter. I will definitely keep my mouth shut and will not say a word. Your Majesty can tell this matter to me, which is a great trust in me."

After hearing Xi Yu's words, Liu Xie raised his head slightly and looked at Xi Yu's sincere eyes. The feeling of shame in his heart eased a little.

He said: "I feel uneasy, this assassin thing is like a stick in my throat. There are not many people around me that I can trust, and you, Xi Yu, I know that you have always been loyal."

Xi Yu cupped his hands and said, "I have received His Majesty's kindness, and I will repay Your Majesty with all my heart and soul. I will definitely pursue the assassination with all my strength, and make sure the people behind the scenes are punished as they deserve, and give Your Majesty peace."

Liu Xie nodded and looked into the distance, seeming to be thinking about something.

He said: "I hope there can be more loyal ministers like you in the world, so that my country can be stable. The newspaper is doing well now. You can promote more loyal and patriotic ideas in it, so that the people can be loyal to the emperor." heart."

Xi Yu responded: "I understand, I will make appropriate arrangements."

On this day, the sun shines on the ground through the windows of the inn, forming patches of light.

In the lobby of the inn, a man wearing a mask walked in quietly. His figure is somewhat mysterious and his steps are steady.

Qin Feng was sitting in a corner of the lobby, worryingly thinking about the dilemma of having no clue about the assassin.

When he saw the masked man, his eyes instantly became sharp.

The man walked up to Qin Feng and lowered his voice and said, "I can provide clues about the assassin."

When Qin Feng heard this, he was very happy and quickly stood up and said, "Please tell me quickly."

The man said mysteriously: "I think that assassin looks like a member of the Song family in the south of the city."

The man continued: "I am willing to lead you to the Song family to check it out."

After Qin Feng thought about it for a while, he felt that this was a rare opportunity and agreed.

They quickly left the inn, with the man leading the way and Qin Feng following closely, expecting and wary in his heart. They shuttled through the streets and alleys, gradually heading towards the south of the city.

Qin Feng secretly observed this mysterious man along the way, wondering if this was a trap, but his strong desire to solve the case made him choose to continue following the man.

After Qin Feng followed the man to Song's house, he looked around.

The Song family is a large-scale house that looks very grand.

The man leaned into Qin Feng's ear and whispered: "I'm leaving first. I will wait in the ruined temple in front. Your Excellency, please remember to give me a reward."

Qin Feng looked at the man with a deep look, nodded and said: "As long as your clues are useful, the reward will naturally be yours."

After receiving Qin Feng's reply, the man quickly turned around and left the Song family, and his figure quickly disappeared around the corner.

Qin Feng straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and walked towards the door of the Song family.

He secretly thought that if the assassin was really related to the Song family, then there must be a complicated entanglement behind it.

He knocked on the door of the Song family, filled with eager search for the truth.

A concierge slowly opened the door, looked at Qin Feng sleepily, and asked impatiently what he was here for.

Without saying a word, Qin Feng immediately showed the assassin's portrait in front of the concierge and asked sternly: "Look, do you recognize this person?"

The concierge nodded subconsciously at first, but then quickly shook his head as if he realized something.

Qin Feng's eyes were as sharp as a falcon. Seeing the concierge's inconsistent reaction, he already knew something in his mind and could almost conclude that the assassin was someone related to this place.

He suddenly struck out and grabbed the concierge's neck with a strong hand like an iron pincer. He asked again in a cold voice: "Do you know him or not? Tell the truth now, or I won't be polite!"

The concierge was so frightened by Qin Feng's sudden move that his face turned pale. There was a "gurgling" sound in his throat. He tried desperately to open Qin Feng's hand with both hands, his eyes full of panic.

The concierge was pinched so hard by Qin Feng that his face turned from white to green.

Qin Feng relaxed his hand slightly, and the concierge coughed violently. While coughing, he said in horror: "Spare my life, spare your life. I...I have indeed seen this person."

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Give me the details, otherwise I will arrest you to see the official now."

The concierge said tremblingly: "This man... this man seems to be a nursing home in our house, but I don't know the specific situation. I have only seen him a few times occasionally."

Qin Feng's heart trembled. It seemed that his guess was correct.

He pushed open the concierge and broke into the Song family directly.

Others in the Song family heard the noise and ran out one after another.

Qin Feng said loudly: "I am the secret guard responsible for investigating the assassin's case. Now I have reason to suspect that your Song family is related to the assassin. Everyone is not allowed to move and accept my inspection."

Hearing this, some of the Song family members looked panicked, while others were filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

Qin Feng's eyes were blazing, and he said loudly: "I am the Prime Minister's man, and I am handling the case here. Regarding the assassin, please be honest with me!"

When everyone heard that he was the Prime Minister, although they were dissatisfied, they did not dare to openly disobey.

Qin Feng unfolded the portrait and walked slowly in front of everyone, while staring sharply at everyone's expressions.

Some people just glanced at the portrait briefly, with no emotion on their faces, as if they really didn't know.

Some people dodged their eyes and did not dare to look directly at the portrait. Qin Feng secretly remembered these people's reactions in his heart.

Some people had surprised looks on their faces, but they quickly regained their composure.

After Qin Feng walked around the Song family's yard, he already had some preliminary judgments in his mind.

He pointed at a few people with unusual expressions and said, "You guys, come with me. I have something to ask."

The few people looked at each other, and although they were a little reluctant, they followed Qin Feng to the side cautiously. Qin Feng lowered his voice and asked: "Your expressions just now tell me what you know. Tell me quickly, and maybe I can get a lighter sentence."

One of them said tremblingly: "He is the guardian of our house, but he has only been here a few times. We don't know the specific situation. We have to ask our head."

Just at this time, the head of the family, Song Guangshan, heard the noise and rushed over. He frowned and asked loudly: "What happened? Why is it so noisy?"

Seeing this, Qin Feng directly showed the assassin's portrait in front of Song Guangshan and said coldly: "Are you the head of the Song family? Do you know the person in the portrait?"

Song Guangshan's eyes suddenly widened, his face instantly turned pale, and the change in his expression was very obvious. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Qin Feng saw all the changes in Song Guangshan's expression. He took a step forward and asked: "Head of the Song family, your expression has betrayed you. Tell the truth, what is the relationship between this person and your Song family?"

Song Guangshan calmed down and asked Qin Feng with a trembling voice: "Who are you?"

Qin Feng replied expressionlessly: "I am from the Prime Minister's Mansion."

When Song Guangshan heard the words "Prime Minister's Mansion", his body trembled visibly, and he secretly screamed.

But he quickly regained his composure, squeezed out a smile on his face, and said in a flattering tone: "It turns out that it is your lord from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Some are not welcome from afar, and some are not welcome from afar. It is windy outside, so why don't you go inside and talk in detail? ”

Qin Feng looked at Song Guangshan's hypocritical smile and knew that there must be something fishy in it, but he also wanted to see what kind of trick Song Guangshan was trying to play, so he followed him into the house.

After entering the house, Song Guangshan warmly invited Qin Feng to sit down and ordered his servants to serve tea.

Qin Feng sat down calmly, stared at Song Guangshan closely, and said, "Head of the Song family, can you tell me about the man in the portrait now?"

After the servants dispersed, they gathered in the corner of the courtyard and began to whisper and discuss.

A maidservant whispered: "This is incredible. How could it be related to the assassin? The nursing home doesn't look like a bad person."

The boy next to him frowned and said, "Who knows, maybe there are some ulterior secrets hidden in the nursing home. But everyone from the Prime Minister's Mansion is here. It seems like the matter is serious."

Another older servant lowered his voice and said, "I think that man is very aggressive, and the head of the family has an ugly face. There must be something big going on here. If it is really related to the assassin, our Song family will be in trouble."

They discussed it one by one, and the emotions of worry and curiosity spread among the crowd. (End of this chapter)