After the immortal disappeared

The old man screamed and passed out.

His eyeballs were gouged out and rolled around in Zhongsun Mou's spoon, intact.

Zhongsun Mou casually grabbed the cup, poured water to wash his eyes, and then held it up to the light to take a closer look.

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

This insect is harmless to humans, and the old man didn’t even know he had been planted with it. It is a medium that allows the user to share vision with the eye mite host.

Because the eye mite itself is a parasite, the guards previously checked the old man's body for supernatural powers and spell residues, but found nothing. However, this kind of bug will adjust its body color when the light changes suddenly, and it is this flaw that Zhongsun Mou caught.

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

In other words, whatever the old gatekeeper saw, Mr. Mai could also see without having to show up personally.

Zhongsun Mou was shocked when he saw the eye mite. He was not angry but happy: "The distance between the eye mite and its owner cannot be too far, otherwise it will be ineffective." He ordered the guards, "Send people to step up the search. This guy is probably still alive." Hide in town!”

The men quickly went to do it, dragged the old man away, and then got water to wash away the blood on the ground.

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

The subject under investigation is very cunning, and these arrangements cannot be temporary, especially the trick of eye mites.

In other words, after the old gatekeeper walked into the small 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 relationships were with each other. This information was easily obtained by the other party.

…

Half an hour later, the guard returned and reported:

The local government agencies are very cooperative. Rewards have been posted in the streets and alleys of Shuanglu Town. Mr. Mai's portrait is on the wall, and there are people nearby who are announcing loudly. Anyone who can report Mr. Mai's whereabouts will receive fifteen taels of silver. This huge sum of money attracted many townspeople to watch.

Some people were astonished, saying that Mr. Mai seemed to be a good person, but they didn't expect that he was actually a fugitive prisoner.

Zhongsun Mou's men hurriedly asked, and the townspeople confirmed that Mr. Mai was indeed like this, and that there were several merchants in the town purchasing goods from him.

The old gatekeeper's description was quite accurate.

Of course, these businessmen are now being taken down for questioning.

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

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

"Didn't you go anywhere else?"

"No, I went back to the inn directly and didn't stop anywhere else."

Zhong Sunmou chuckled: "I thought they had other abilities." It turned out to be nothing more than that.

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

"do what?"

"I don't know. The two wind beasts are guarding the door and we can't get in. I just know that they are talking in the study room and seem to be reading something together."

Zhong Sunmou's face darkened, but he quickly figured it out: "They arrived one step ahead of me. They may have gained something from the search, but they are not willing to share it with me."

"Also, who is this person named He? Is there any news from the Baishi County Magistrate?"

"This is the first time Magistrate Baishi has seen him. I only heard from Jiao Weiwei that the special envoy is not from Chiyan, and the prince respects him very much."

"Not from the Chiyan Kingdom?" Zhongsun was surprised, "Fu Shanyue actually found a foreigner to be his special envoy?"

The guard couldn't answer this question.

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

When giving these powers to a foreigner, Fushan is more arrogant or trusts this person more?

Zhongsun Mou knew this eldest son of Chiyan Kingdom better than others. To be able to respect someone as arrogant and fierce as Fu Shanyue, he should have two skills.

But he used to hate Wu Jiwu, and he didn't have a good look towards people named He.

At this time someone else said:

"Sir, the chewing tobacco has been identified and it is indeed produced in Qizhou, Chiyan Kingdom."

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

Zhong Sunmou sneered: "Do you still need them to identify it? Only Qizhou's chewing tobacco uses white bamboo tubes, which can produce a citrus-like aroma."

Not only do the Bejia vassal demon kingdoms have their own tobacco production, but even the chewing tobacco produced by the same demon kingdom is divided into regions.

The soil and water support one person, and similarly, the people of one place are also accustomed to chewing tobacco.

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

"Also, there are the clothes I got back from the cabinet in Mr. Mai's bedroom."

"how?"

"We brought back twelve pieces, two of which are made of 'Yanghu Bai'." The man said, "'Yanghu Bai' is a time-honored brand in Qizhou, a specialty of Baisha Qu, and is loved by the locals. These two pieces They have been worn for a while, so they are not brand new clothes.”

If you wear it for daily wear, it is not specially put up to confuse people.

Zhongsun Mou said slowly: "Qizhou Baishaqu?"

That place was already close to the northern border of Chiyan Kingdom. Going a hundred miles further north, we reached the boundary of Lingxu City.

After a while, the guard reported again:

"Sir, Mr. Mai's account books have been analyzed."

They almost emptied Mr. Mai's study, especially all the documents, without leaving a single piece of paper for He Lingchuan.

Although these documents may have been disguised by Mr. Mai, Zhongsun Mou still believed that they were meaningful.

Because these businesses are real.

Whatever exists must leave traces.

He had many people under his command, and he quickly came up with the analysis results:

Mr. Mai mainly engages in the medicinal herb and oil business, but these are small businesses. In Shuanglu Town, they are at best a lower-middle-sized business and not eye-catching.

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

Business requires contact and interviews, unless...

"He has a local warehouse in Shuanglu Town. He doesn't have to worry about the incoming and outgoing goods. When customers usually want to buy things, they go there to sign the orders and withdraw money."

"So, he's just an underwriter?" Zhong Sunmou's expression suddenly turned solemn, "He has a boss!"

"Yes, we have also found his source of supply, probably in-"

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

"Ah no, it's Qizhou, but in Fengchao Mountain." The subordinate said quickly, "It's probably twenty or thirty miles away from Bai Shaqiang."

Zhong Sunmou nodded: "A cunning rabbit doesn't eat grass beside its nest, so he won't expose his nest directly."

At this moment, someone knocked lightly on the door outside the guest room.

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

"Someone sent a letter outside, asking us to deliver it to the adults here."

The guards did not dare to deliver the oil-paper package directly to Zhongsun Mou, but opened it at the door.

There is a book wrapped inside.

Zhongsun Mou looked at it and said "Hey": "Who gave this to me?"

…

After He Lingchuan returned to the inn, he first filled his stomach and then went back to the house to adjust his breath.

Others thought he was an old god, and even General Ling was too impatient to approach him and ask more questions.

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

We are surrounded by monsters and have good fighting prowess, but when it comes to reading documents and analyzing data, humans have to do it. Since the manpower is limited, it is better to pick up ready-made ones from Zhongsun Mou.

That's why he just let Zhong Sunmou take away all the documents - he couldn't grab much at that time anyway.

"In other words, all the clues point to the vicinity of Bai Shaqiang in Qizhou? Mr. Mai, who seems to be a shrewd person, would leave such obvious clues?"

At this time, there was a sound of peeling and pecking at the door.

He Lingchuan opened the door, and the store clerk standing outside handed over an oil paper bag:

"Sir, someone has designated this for you."

The tiger, who was lying on the soft couch and licking his fur, raised his head when he heard the sound.

He Lingchuan took the paper bag and asked, "What does that person look like? Where did he go?"

"Yes, it was the lame beggar in the back alley who brought it."

He Lingchuan didn't listen to his words, jumped downstairs, and caught up with the beggar outside the store in two steps.

Since I'm lame, I can't walk fast.

He took out two coins and waved them in front of the beggar: "In which direction did the person who asked you to give this go?"

The beggar pointed west.

It happened that Jiao Yu also heard the sound and came out. He Lingchuan asked him to smell the scent on the oil paper bag: "Chase!"

This is using a tiger as a dog. Jiao Yu didn't have time to bury him, so he ran forward after hearing the slightest hint.

He Lingchuan had time to ask the beggar: "What does that man look like?"

"Tall man, gray cloak, the material is very good, but the brim of the hat covers his face, so he can't see his appearance."

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

After about a cup of tea, the tiger came back.

Seeing that it returned empty-handed, He Lingchuan comforted him and said, "It's okay. It took the lame man a long time to walk to the store, which was enough for Mr. Mai to retreat calmly."

Otherwise, why would they find a cripple?

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

At this point, there were suddenly a few bangs on the floor outside the door, and then a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was very distinctive, and He Lingchuan knew it was General Ling when he heard it.

When he opened the door, he saw that the old sheep had shrunk to the size of an ordinary sheep. He looked up at him eagerly: "I heard something moving here!"

"You have long legs." He Lingchuan knew that General Ling probably had one ear always listening here, not letting go of any trouble.

To be honest, whether you are a human or a monster, being so dedicated to your tribe deserves respect.

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

There is a book wrapped in it. Strictly speaking, it is a notebook. It only has about seventy or eighty pages, but the cover is crisp and it looks brand new at first glance.

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

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

Of course, people in Lingxu City and the capitals of various demon kingdoms might also have collections in their homes.

Of course both Jiao Yu and General Ling have read this book: "Who would send you this?"