Chapter 468 Mr. Mai's Traces

The old man screamed and fainted.

His eyeball was gouged out and rolled in Zhongsunmou's spoon, intact.

Zhongsunmou grabbed a cup and poured water to clean his eyeball before looking at it carefully under the light.

"It's this thing." He picked out a small red worm-like creature from the eyeball, and the thing fell on the table and squirmed, "Eye mite."

This worm is harmless to people, and the old man didn't even know that he was planted with this 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 magical powers and spells before and found nothing. However, this worm will adjust its body color when the light changes suddenly, and this flaw was caught by Zhongsunmou.

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

In other words, what the gatekeeper sees, Mr. Mai can also see, without having to show up in person.

Zhongsun Mou was shocked when he saw the eye mites, but he was not angry but happy: "The distance between the eye mites and the owner cannot be too far, otherwise it will be ineffective." He ordered the guards, "Send people to search and intensify the search. This guy may still be hiding in the town!"

The men hurried to do it, dragged the old man away, and then took clean water to wash the blood on the ground.

Zhongsun Mou stood by the window and took a long breath.

The subject of the investigation was very cunning, and these arrangements could not be temporary, especially the eye mites.

In other words, after the gatekeeper entered the courtyard, Mr. Mai saw everything in the courtyard clearly through his eyes.

How many people were chasing him, what they looked like, and what their relationship was, these information were easily obtained by the other party.

...

Half an hour later, the guards returned to report:

The local government office was very cooperative, and the streets and alleys of Shuanglu Town had posted rewards, Mr. Mai's portrait was on the wall, and someone was loudly preaching beside him. Anyone who could report Mr. Mai's whereabouts would receive 15 taels of silver. This huge sum of money attracted many townspeople to watch.

Some people were amazed, saying that Mr. Mai looked like a good man, but they didn't expect him to be a fugitive. It was true that one could never know a person's heart by his appearance.

Zhongsun Mou's men hurried to ask, and the townspeople confirmed that Mr. Mai was indeed like this, and that there were several merchants in the town who bought goods from him.

The description of the gatekeeper was still very accurate.

Of course, these merchants were now arrested for questioning.

Zhongsun Mou listened to the report with his eyes half closed, and suddenly asked: "By the way, where is the group surnamed He?"

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

"Didn't they go anywhere else?"

"No, they went directly to the inn and didn't stay anywhere else."

Zhongsun Mou laughed softly: "I thought they had other skills." It turned out to be just like this.

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

"What did they do?"

"I don't know. Two wind-drilling beasts were guarding the door, so we couldn't get in. We only know that they gathered in the study and talked, and seemed to be looking at something together."

Zhongsun Mou's face darkened slightly, but he soon figured it out: "They arrived earlier than me. They may have made some gains during the search, but they refused to share them with me."

"Also, what kind of tricks does this He have? Is there any news from Bai Shi County Magistrate?"

"This is the first time that Bai Shi County Magistrate has seen him. I only heard from Guard Jiao that the special envoy is not from Chi Yan, and the prince also respects him very much."

"Not from Chi Yan?" Zhongsun Mou was very surprised, "Fu Shanyue actually found a foreigner to be his special envoy?"

The guard couldn't answer this question again.

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

Giving these powers to a foreigner, is Fu Shanyue bold or does he trust this person particularly?

Zhongsun Mou knows this eldest son of Chi Yan better than anyone else. If someone who can be respected by such an arrogant and fierce person like Fu Shanyue, he must be quite capable.

But he hated Wu and Wu before, and he didn't have a good face for He.

At this time, someone else said:

"Sir, the chewing tobacco has been identified. It is indeed produced in Qizhou, Chiyan State."

There was a half-tube of chewing tobacco hidden in Mr. Mai's table, which was also taken back for analysis.

Zhongsun Mou sneered: "Do we need them to identify it? Only the chewing tobacco in Qizhou uses white bamboo tubes, which can exude a citrus-like aroma."

Not only do the various demon countries in Beijia have their own tobacco production, but even the chewing tobacco produced in the same demon country is divided into regions.

The local water and soil nurture the local people, and similarly, the local people are also used to chewing tobacco.

Zhongsun Mou knew that many dignitaries and merchants would take local chewing tobacco with them when they went out, and they would not be used to changing brands.

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

"How?"

"We brought back twelve pieces, two of which are made of 'Yanghu Bai' material." The man said, "'Yanghu Bai' is a time-honored brand in Qizhou, a specialty of Baishaqu, and is deeply loved by local people. These two pieces have been worn for a while, and they are not brand new clothes."

If they are worn daily, they are not deliberately placed to confuse people.

Zhongsun Mou said slowly: "Qizhou Baishaqu?"

That place is close to the northern border of Chiyan State. Going north for a hundred miles, it is the territory of Lingxu City.

After a while, the guard reported again:

"Sir, Mr. Mai's account book has been analyzed."

They almost emptied Mr. Mai's study, especially the documents, and did not leave a single piece of paper for He Lingchuan.

Although these documents may be a cover-up by Mr. Mai, Zhongsun Mou still thinks they are meaningful.

Because these businesses are real.

Anything that exists will leave traces.

He has many people under him, and he quickly came up with the analysis results:

Mr. Mai mainly does herbal medicine and oil business, but they are all small businesses. At best, they are of a medium to small scale in Shuanglu Town and are not noticeable.

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

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

"He has a warehouse in Shuanglu Town, so he doesn't have to worry about the goods in and out. When customers want to buy something, they go there to sign the order and withdraw it."

"So, he is just an underwriter?" Zhongsun Mou's face suddenly became solemn, "He also has a supplier!"

"Yes, we have also found his source of goods, which is probably in--"

Zhongsun Mou interrupted him: "Near Baishaqu, Qizhou?"

"No, it's Qizhou, but in Fengchao Mountain." The subordinate hurriedly said, "It may be 20 to 30 miles away from Baishaqu."

Zhongsun Mou nodded: "A cunning rabbit does not eat grass near its nest, he will not directly expose his old nest."

Just then, someone knocked gently on the door outside the guest room.

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

"Someone outside sent a letter and asked us to pass it to the master here."

The guard did not dare to deliver the oil paper bag directly to Zhongsun Mou, but only opened it at the door.

There was a book wrapped inside.

Zhongsun Mou took a look and exclaimed, "Who sent 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 very calm, and even General Ling, who was impatient, didn't go over to ask more questions.

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

There were monsters all around him, and their combat power was not bad, but when it came to reading documents and analyzing data, humans had to do it. There were limited manpower, so it was better to pick up ready-made ones from Zhongsun Mou.

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

"In other words, all the clues point to the vicinity of Baishaju in Qizhou? This Mr. Mai seems to be a smart person, would he leave such an obvious clue?"

At this time, there was a pecking sound from the door.

He Lingchuan opened the door, and the shop assistant standing outside handed him an oil paper bag:

"Sir, someone specifically sent this to you."

The tiger, who was lying on the soft couch licking his fur, raised his head when he heard 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 him and jumped downstairs. He caught up with the beggar outside the store in two steps.

Since he was lame, he couldn't 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 deliver this go?"

The beggar pointed to the west.

Coincidentally, Jiao Yu also came out after hearing the sound. He Lingchuan asked it to smell the smell on the oil paper bag: "Chase!"

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

He Lingchuan then asked the beggar leisurely: "What does that person look like?"

"Tall, gray cloak, good material, but the brim of the hat covers his face, so you can't see his face."

He Lingchuan threw the copper coins to him and went upstairs.

About a cup of tea later, the tiger came back.

Seeing it return empty-handed, He Lingchuan comforted it, "It's okay. It took this lame man a long time to walk to the store, enough for Mr. Mai to leave calmly."

Otherwise, why would they find a lame man?

"The smell disappeared halfway." Jiao Yu shook his head, "He used some magic to cover himself. What's in the paper bag?"

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

This knock on the door was very distinctive, and He Lingchuan knew it was General Ling who came.

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

"You have long legs." He Lingchuan knew that General Ling probably kept one ear listening here all the time, not letting go of any movement.

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

He let the sheep in, took out the oil paper bag, and opened it in front of the two monsters.

There was a book wrapped here, strictly speaking, it was a notebook, with only about 70 or 80 pages, but the cover was crisp, and it was brand new at a glance.

Jiao Yu was surprised: "Hey, this is... "Record of Worshipping Gods"? "

This masterpiece is a handwritten note written by Wu Chen, the former demon emperor of Beijia, in his later years. It is in the hands of the nobles of Lingxu City and all the demon kings of the vassal states.

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

Jiao Yu and General Ling have certainly read this book: "Who would send this to you?"