Chapter 507 Who Is Anxious and Who Is Not?

"This matter is a bit complicated, but if you peel it off, you can still see clearly that the crux lies with Wu Kai." He Lingchuan said slowly, "Not only us, but also Cen Boqing himself thinks so."

Before the Eyeball Spider died in battle, he heard Cen Boqing's words clearly.

Although it is known that the person behind the scenes is Cen Boqing, the difficulty for He Lingchuan in handling this case is that there is no direct evidence linking the crime to Cen Boqing.

Whether it was what Fu Songhua said, the guard's confession, or even Mai Xuewen's behavior, Cen Boqing could deny it all.

In other words, crucial evidence is missing.

Only by finding irrefutable evidence that Cen Boqing can't deny can He Lingchuan win.

At this time, he focused on Wu Kai.

This old man seemed to have no sense of presence, just following Cen Boqing in and out, but the guards had already identified him as Cen Boqing's confidant, who specialized in handling affairs assigned by Cen Boqing.

The most important thing is that all the high-ranking officials in Baishazhen also know this.

If they could find a breakthrough from Wu Kai, it would be the witness they were so eager to seek.

Jiao Yu subconsciously stretched out his sharp claws: "That's not good. What if Cen Boqing kills him and silences him?"

"That would be very troublesome." He Lingchuan stroked his chin, "But if not, it just means that Wu Kai is very important. Cen Boqing doesn't want to abandon him unless he has to."

He had heard it through the eyeball spider, and Cen Boqing would rather take the risk than kill Wu Kai.

That means Uncle Wu's work is important and cannot be easily replaced.

E, and recalling that it was Wu Kai who boarded the Chaohu Tower that day - to receive the pulp beads that Mr. Mai regularly handed over - He Lingchuan had reason to suspect that he was the person in charge of hunting monsters and obtaining beads.

If what he expected was correct, it no longer mattered whether Mai Xuewen was arrested. As long as he caught Uncle Wu and asked him to identify him, Cen Boqing would be able to clear himself of the crime!

Jiao Yu asked: "How should we deal with him? Pick him when he is alone?"

"They are on guard. Wu Kai will not be left alone. Even if he is, I'm afraid it's a trap set for us." If they can lay a trap, so can the other party. It's fair.

"What should we do?"

"On the surface, let's hold our troops still for now." He Lingchuan said leisurely, "If we are not in a hurry, there will always be people who are in a hurry."

"Is there anyone else who is anxious?" Jiao Yu thought for a long time, his tail dangling behind him, "You mean, Mai Xuewen?"

After thinking about it, it realized that He Lingchuan had been touching the tiger's head for a long time.

This feel is really addictive.

"Mai Xuewen really shouldn't have sent this note." He Lingchuan picked up the note and burned it to ashes. "He probably thought that I was so angry now that he would definitely use it if I caught the clues."

Jiao Yu thought, shouldn't normal people be like this?

At this moment, someone came looking for He Lingchuan again.

This time he received an oil paper package. When he opened it, there was a note and a few hairs inside.

He Lingchuan was a little surprised when he saw it: "Mr. Xiang, did you get something so quickly?"

He originally thought he would have to wait another day or two, but he didn't expect Xiang Yan to be so efficient.

No wonder he was able to serve as an official in the temple for decades until he retired safely.

When He Lingchuan went to the toilet outside, another eyeball spider exploded in his ear.

"I didn't expect that Cen Boqing would actually find your companion."

"Yes, he deserves death!"

"Yeah, yeah, I won't let him go. He will definitely deserve what he deserves."

"No, no, no, just stay by my side and don't have to keep an eye on him." He Lingchuan took out his ears. The angry scream of the little spider almost burst his eardrums, but only he could hear it. , "He is already on guard. I don't want you to die in battle too."

Alas, all he has left is a spider spy. I don’t know if I can add more when I see Zhu Erniang in the future.

When it got dark, the third guest arrived.

The inn where He Lingchuan stayed was really lively today.

The visitor turned out to be the magistrate of Baishaqian County.

"Magistrate Tian?" He Lingchuan's surprise was not fake, "Why are you here?"

"I'm sending you an invitation." Magistrate Tian said with a smile, "The day after tomorrow is the Lotus Festival. This is the biggest festival in the summer in Baisha, and the whole city celebrates it. Can you enjoy it?"

"Interesting, but disrespectful." He Lingchuan stroked his chin, "Who else will go? Where is Zhong Sunmou?"

"Zhongsun, Mr. Zhongsun has promised to go." Magistrate Tian muttered, "He will also deliver a speech at the opening."

"Oh, is he so leisurely?"

"Yes, yes." Magistrate Tian put down the invitation, took another step forward and whispered, "The information you asked me to inquire about before——"

"Um?"

"The news of Lord Zhongsun's arrival in Baishaqiang was first spread by Cen's family." Magistrate Tian said in a soft voice, "It was said casually by Cen's family members during a gathering."

"As expected." He Lingchuan nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, Magistrate Tian."

"With a little effort." Magistrate Tian said again, "The Cen Mansion is sending people all over the city to search for Fu Songhua. Baishaqiang is such a big place, and the Cen family knows this place well, I'm afraid..."

"It's as expected." He Lingchuan said, "Magistrate Tian is interested."

"Where is it?" Magistrate Tian was a sensible person. After saying this, he left.

The tiger was licking his paws at the side: "This information has already fallen behind."

They had known that Cen Mansion was the mastermind behind this.

"I don't expect Magistrate Tian to get any useful information." He Lingchuan knew clearly, "As long as we make sure that he is not involved, we will be able to reduce a lot of resistance."

Magistrate Tian himself is not important, but the fact that he did not stand opposite He Lingchuan is important.

After all, he is still an official of Chiyan State.

…

The rain in midsummer comes when it is said to come, but it refuses to go away when it is said to go away. It rains continuously for most of the day.

There are several waves of guests coming.

He Lingchuan did not expect that the visitors were all officials of Chiyan State, some retired and some in office. There are also several who came together.

Everyone used the same reason:

The special envoy has worked hard to investigate the case. We came to visit you. A small gift is not enough to show respect.

All officials came with a smile, talked with a smile, and left with a smile.

He Lingchuan did not understand. What was going on?

Jiao Yu shook his tail. It was rare that this special envoy also had something he could not understand: "It means that they are all on our side. It seems that the powerful people in Lingxu City such as Cen Boqing are not popular in the local area."

He Lingchuan let out a long "oh".

After the guests left, he was too lazy to move. Apart from practicing, he sat and watched the rain hitting the banana leaves, or played the flute and the xiao.

The flute was a bamboo flute he bought at the market. The sound quality was so-so, and it was far inferior to Sun Fuling's bone flute.

Anyway, his level was so-so.

Well, in fact, it has improved compared to the past few days. At least he can play a complete song.

There are still interruptions in the middle, and don't mention the rhythm for the time being.

He really has no talent for music.

Every time this happens, the tiger will find an excuse to leave. Only the soul-catching mirror is sad and silently endures:

It has no legs and can't walk!

From the second floor, you can see the small lake ten feet away. The pink lotus buds are washed shyly by the rain, and the frogs are knocked into them.

Seeing these frogs organizing a chorus for nothing, He Lingchuan can't help but think of the snail toad.

Mr. Mai was probably hiding in some corner of Baisha, silently watching the storm he had stirred up?

Just then, a small black thing flew in from outside the wall and swooped down towards his window.

He Lingchuan thought it was a bat because it flapped its wings. But it was wrong when it flew closer -

It was a mechanical bird.

This thing was a little bigger than a pigeon, and the workmanship was relatively rough. When it was disassembled, there were only a few parts and a wind control array inside.

This thing could only fly a hundred feet at best, and it was incomparable to the mechanical flying pigeon in Wu Shaoyi's hand that could fly more than ten miles.

It couldn't even land normally, and it fell headfirst after flying into the window with difficulty.

He Lingchuan took two steps back, ready for it to explode.

But the mechanical bird just lay on the ground, flapped its wings twice and stopped moving.

The tiger Jiao Yu, who was about to go out, turned around and pounced on it, stretched out his claws and scratched it twice: "There is a crack in the abdomen."

He Lingchuan dug into the abdomen of the mechanical bird and found a secret box. When he opened it, there was another note inside:

"Three hours later, please come alone to the Xiyu Pavilion on the east bank of Luan Lake."

Menghu also saw it and exclaimed: "Is this another...?"

"Probably Mai Xuewen." He Lingchuan was very familiar with the handwriting on the note. It was indeed similar to the one in the account book. "We haven't moved for a long time, and he's anxious."

"Are you going to keep the appointment?"

In theory, He Lingchuan shouldn't go.

This is an extraordinary period. Zhongsun Mou, Cen Mansion and the newly arrived Fan brothers are all staring at him. There are who knows how many spies outside the inn. If these people find out that he is meeting Mai Xuewen in private, the consequences will be disastrous.

He Lingchuan can imagine the scene of Zhongsun Mou laughing wildly and throwing dirty water on his head.

But Mai Xuewen obviously knows more inside information, which will help him break the current deadlock.

What's more, He Lingchuan always remembers one thing that he can't tell outsiders:

The painting in Mai Xuewen's office, the bone flute in the painting.

He looked at the rain outside the window.

"It's rainy but not snowy. This weather is a good time to go out." The pedestrians on the street were all holding oil-paper umbrellas, blocking their faces. "So-"

"--I won't go."

Jiao Yu now knew him a little better, and was not surprised: "Are you really going to the meeting alone? It's too dangerous... eh? You're not going?"

"Yes."

"..."

"Mai Xuewen saw that I had been quiet for the past few days, and he couldn't figure out what was going on. Maybe he thought I was scared again." He Lingchuan said lazily, "He is anxious, so I am even less anxious."

This guy is really bold. The tiger's tail tip lifted up, just as Xiang Yan said, He Lingchuan is now in danger, and Zhongsun Mou and others are trying their best to kill him.

It thought that He Lingchuan would immediately fight back after being attacked twice in a row. Maybe the other party was also waiting for such a reaction.

However, it didn't happen.

He Lingchuan nodded and remembered something: "By the way, according to Fu Shanyue's reply, he should be..."

"Soon."

"That's good."