Chapter 470: Stealing From the Inside

Subpersonality: "It can only be inferred that it was suicide, but the specific reasons need to be investigated. Give me some time."

King Yan was very happy. Ye Tingbai was able to infer so many things in a few minutes, which made him very satisfied.

Royal Ancestral Hall is about the face of the entire royal family. Wearing blood-stained clothes and hanging himself, if the mastermind behind the scenes is not found out and the nine clans are executed, then this is more than just a matter of losing face.

[Ding! Excellent performance, won the praise of King Yan, King Yan's token unlocked 1/10 attribute bonus]

[King Yan's token: a representation of identity, not belonging to the player, all attributes +10000]

[King Yan's deterrence: all attributes of people with lower status than King Yan are reduced by 10%]

The status and position in this world are really very important. Many times, identity is not equal to strength, but this is not the case in this world. The status and position are almost equal to strength.

King Yan left with the imperial guards, giving Ye Tingbai only seven days.

After King Yan left, Ye Tingbai no longer had so many concerns. He walked around the entire temple and used sonar detection to create a three-dimensional structural diagram of the temple. There was no tunnel, no secret room, just a temple.

It was just that this place was covered with a strange field. Within this field, Ye Tingbai's magic was completely ineffective, and even the nanomachines would shrink and not move.

However, the machines that were manufactured in advance were not affected. The reason why the nanomachines could not move was because the divine power was sealed. This force field basically determined that it was basically impossible to solve problems by violence in this world.

But he was a little strange. What was this temple dedicated to?

Why was there such a powerful defensive force field.

Ye Tingbai found Wang San again, the yamen runner who brought him here at the beginning. In the next seven days, he had the right to mobilize the yamen runners of the entire Imperial Capital, and like him, if there was no result in seven days, they would die with Ye Tingbai.

"Hey, Wang San, what is enshrined in this temple? Why can't we find the statue?"

"I don't know about this either?

But I remember there was a statue here when I was a child, but I don't know when it disappeared. How come I don't have any impression of it at all?"

Ye Tingbai: "Can you come into this temple casually?"

"Normally, it's not allowed, but there is a sacrificial month every year, and everyone has to come to worship, but it's still half a year away from the sacrificial month?

The temple is now blocked, and it's impossible for him to sneak in."

Wang San misunderstood. Ye Tingbai simply wanted to ask him how often he saw this temple, because it's difficult to completely forget something as iconic as a statue.

Unless he really hasn't seen it for more than ten years, but Wang San said he comes every year, which is a bit outrageous.

But when it comes to the temple blockade, Ye Tingbai has just taken a general look. This temple has exclusive temple guards, and their attributes are not low, much higher than these yamen runners, and there are as many as thirty temple guards.

It's really impossible for an ordinary person to sneak into this place, so there is only one possibility left, someone helps.

"By the way, have you found out the identity of this person?"

Wang San: "We found out very quickly. He has an identity card on him. We can find out the village he belongs to by comparing it with the government."

"Identity card?"

Wang San looked at Ye Tingbai as if he were an alien, but he still patiently explained it to him. This identity card is like an ID card in this world, but it can only be accurate to the village and not to the individual.

Each state capital has its own logo, and then there is the county logo below the state capital, and finally the unique logo of the village and town. If you want to confirm the identity further, you can only ask the village chief.

Ye Tingbai took this opportunity to return to the corpse. He was going to do an autopsy here, but the temple guards here didn't let him do it, so he had to move the corpse outside and get a set of professional tools for the secondary personality to operate.

Half an hour later, several yamen runners stood beside Ye Tingbai, their eyes full of confusion and fear. In this world, there is no such thing as autopsy, let alone taking out the internal organs of a person.

Secondary personality: "The time of death was probably midnight yesterday, but it is worth noting that there is nothing in his stomach.

Wang San, help me count the number of temple guards. Are they all there?"

The only normal way to enter the temple that Ye Tingbai can think of now is through the main gate, because other places are locked, and the main gate is guarded 24 hours a day. If he wants to get in, he can only rely on collusion with the guards.

It is basically impossible for an ordinary mountain dweller to have a dispute with a high-ranking temple guard, but sometimes the truth is this impossible.

Generally speaking, such places are guarded by double numbers, and there will not be a situation where one person guards one gate, just to prevent this situation, and there will probably be no exception here.

Wang San: "Sir, the comparison results of the identity tags are out. The man is Zeng Xiao, from Ping'an Village, Anning County. He once served in the army, but later resigned from the army. It is a full two days' journey from here."

Ye Tingbai: "How is the count of the temple guards?"

"All the temple guards are here, no one has left, and they can all testify to each other.

Sir, these temple guards have been trained by the royal family since childhood, and their loyalty is beyond doubt."

Even though Wang San said this, Ye Tingbai still did not change his suspicion of the temple guards, because after the three-dimensional scan, all possible mechanisms had been basically ruled out.

The secondary personality returned to the temple and began to use the naked eye to look for some traces that the machine could not see, but there was still no new discovery. There were no traces of people stepping on the corners, under the incense table, and on the beams. A layer of fine dust was very uniform.

Ye Tingbai: "Wait, why is there dust under the altar?"

The altar was covered with a layer of silk and dragged straight to the ground. If someone did not deliberately lift the curtain every day, the dust underneath would not be so thick.

Secondary personality: "Can people in this era fake dust?"

Ye Tingbai: "I can't figure it out. I can't do it with ordinary physical means."

Dust is different from ordinary soil. It is a very fine particle condensation, and there is static electricity between the particles, making the dust fluffy. How can this natural state be faked?

Secondary personality: "There is a clear boundary between the dust under the altar and the surrounding area. This boundary does not match the curtain, with a deviation of about one centimeter. This piece of dust seems to have been moved here in one piece, very regular."

Ye Tingbai: "Let's not consider the means for now, just take it as a fact. This can only mean that someone wants to cover up the traces under the altar. What could it be, traces of life?"