An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

Several people stared, all anxious and uneasy.

What's going on? We all lost our heads because of the imperial envoy case, but now we are investigating the imperial envoy case and have become imperial envoys, and they encountered exactly the same assassination on the way.

It's a dog's day, it's bad luck, isn't it so bad!

"What? Are you still going to personally move the body down, and then grind the ink and paint? Lin'an can't even find two painters?"

Seeing that no one was taking action, Zhao looked at the hesitating people with murderous intent. I've said everything clearly and clearly, but you're still bothering me. Do you really think I'm nothing?

"Quickly, you two, go back to the government office and ask for the painter. Go quickly!" Magistrate Qi came to his senses and quickly ordered the two officials around him.

"Go quickly, what are you looking at? Two people come here and take the body down before we talk."

Everyone was relieved when they saw that Ren was willing to be a cow and a horse, and they all held their hands and said, "Mr. Zhao, why don't you and Prefect Qi investigate slowly? We still have official business to deal with, so why don't we go back and deal with it first?" It’s official business, we are hosting a banquet at Linjiang Building tonight..."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, I am very busy with official duties. I heard that the Eighteen Sleeve Dance in Linjiang Tower has the most Jiangnan atmosphere. I hope you will appreciate it tonight..."

"Yeah yeah!"

At this time, their faces revealed rare smiles, except for Magistrate Qi, who looked bitter.

Zhao didn't say yes or no. Instead, he turned to look at the prefect of Qi and asked, "People from Qi are the prefect of a state. I wonder what people from Qi think should be done?"

Hearing the unkind tone of the other party, Magistrate Qi was a fool and knew how to answer. He said decisively, "The assassination of the imperial envoy is a matter. Besides, the weather in Lin'an is going well. Even if it's official business, I think it's just some matter. Just wait."

"What do you think, colleagues?"

It's not good for one person to take the blame. How can you neglect your dear colleagues?

"Yes."

"Yes."

Having said this, we still can’t tell the situation clearly. We can take off our official robes and go home to farm the fields.

It was rare for people to be so knowledgeable, so Zhao couldn't say much, so he waved over an official and said, "I'll serve you with pen and ink."

I don’t care whether my 놅 character looks good or not. I just pick up the pen and write the character 껗 without stopping. I haven’t written more 꿁 in this century, maybe a hundred or so.

Blow dry the ink, fold it, put it in an envelope, write "Lv Wenyu personally writes", add "Zhao Mu's book" next to it, and seal it with wax.

"It's eight hundred miles away, urgently, and it will be sent to the headquarters of the Jinyiwei Commander, Lu 꺶ren, in the capital! Go quickly."

After handing the letter to the official, the painter had already arrived. Two or three people moved two corpses off the boat and waved to the painter to come forward and paint.

I was quite interested and pulled Magistrate Qi aside and asked, "Do you remember that when I came here two years ago, Xu Jian once tried a case with him. I wonder where Xu Jian is?"

"Alas, a seventh-grade official, what kind of person is he?" Seeing no one around, Magistrate Qi let go and said with disdain.

Then 께xin asked, "Is this Xu Jian a friend of 꺶人놅?"

"It's just a one-sided relationship."

Magistrate Qi looked around and lowered his voice and said, "It's okay if you don't. You are young and old, so don't get involved with that kind of stubborn person. As for friends, don't make friends again, the future is not waiting for you!" "

"Oh? Magistrate Qi is very kind!"

"Oh, this sounds a bit unpleasant, but isn't that the truth? Besides, this Xu Jian...놛 is too stubborn!"

Facing Zhao's suspicious look, Magistrate Qi said a few words. Zhao was really shocked. He thought that Xu Jian had a hard time with Lu Wenyu because of a fever, but he didn't expect that it was the norm.

"Thank you, Magistrate Qi. I didn't expect that this friend's temperament is as usual."

After receiving the painting from the artist and politely ending the conversation, Zhao just glanced at it and almost couldn't help but curse.

"Isn't it possible that it's not you two? What is this? It looks nothing like the two people on the ground. Can you find them?"

"Oh no, does the painter in Lin'an have this kind of water? Can you paint a more like one?"

The two painters stared at each other. They thought it was just the same as usual, just go through the process and put the portrait on the notice, but they didn't expect it to happen.

"꺶人,놖let's draw again, draw again, your hands were shaking just now." After saying that, the two of them quickly walked towards the table.

Magistrate Qi didn't understand. He took the painting and couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth after taking one look at it. This was too perfunctory. The two beardless people were painted with beards. No wonder Zhao couldn't bear it.

"Don't be angry, Zhao 꺶, maybe Mo Yan is strong!"

Although this kind of excuse is ridiculous, it still makes sense, "Prefect Qi, you need to pay more attention to the details in this work..."

Following Zhao's steps, Magistrate Qi cleverly changed the topic. The two chatted away from home, just waiting for the second round of portraits to be released.

Soon the two painters were holding two pictures with undried ink. Zhao took a closer look and found that the similarity should be 70 to 80%, which was pretty good.

"It seems that these two pictures are indeed made from Mo Yan!"

"This will never happen again!"

Walking in front of the anxious people, he held up the portrait and said, "Go and post it. Let everyone in the city come to the government office to explain that the neighboring counties and counties must post it. Every brothel and tavern in the city has its own fence and tiles, and it's still there." Every village outside the city must be checked. If the household registration is abnormal or not in the state, all of them will be marked."

"In addition, send a message to other states in the name of 놖놅. This is to turn Jiangnan upside down and find out the true identities of these people!"

"Be quick, don't wait until 놖 is dead to find out the clues!"

Everyone looked at each other in shock, but did not dare to disobey. They all held up their hands and expressed that they would do their best to find out the identities of the two people as soon as possible.

From that day on, people in Lin'an were checked every day. Not to mention entering and exiting, even if a strange face appeared in the restaurant, they would be pulled in for questioning.

Just two days passed, and no clues were found.

Zhao is not in a hurry. "Hurry up" is just to urge them. If it can be found out in a few days, then everyone in the world will stop messing around.

It's just a tense atmosphere.

The yamen servant was so busy that his heels hit the hollows of his knees. On the other hand, Zhao took advantage of the time and rested comfortably for a day.

Lu Wenyu's letter hasn't arrived yet. Why are you anxious? The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is, that's true.

Taking advantage of this time, after changing into regular clothes, he walked to the coffin shop in the south of the city on a familiar road.

"Your Majesty, do you want to order longevity materials?"

This time the shopkeeper was a young man. When he saw Zhao, he came in and hurriedly said hello. But this is a coffin shop. Why are you smiling so brightly?

"Can you please stop smiling? I feel like you not only want to sell the coffin to 놖, but also want to bury 놖 in it immediately!"

Zhao tapped the table with his fingers, sat down slowly, looked at the young man and smiled and said, "Do you remember that the shopkeeper was not you before?"

The young man's expression changed. After closing the door quickly, he asked in a voice, "Family?"

"Family!"

But the young man didn't believe it. Instead, he frowned and retreated to the wall, looking at Zhao Jiu warily.

Facing the young man's gaze, 놛 said softly, "놖껗 has six fingers on his face. He used to be in Bianzhou."

The young man's expression immediately changed, "It's urgent..."

"Will you come over? I'm going to buy something."

"What to buy?" The young man picked up the abacus, and his expression made Zhao think he was looking in the mirror.

After placing the two portraits on the table, he explained softly, "I want information on these two people. The more detailed the better!"

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "In addition, there are also information on the comings and goings of the village along the official road. The more detailed the better."

The young man put the two portraits into the cabinet and asked, "When do you want them?"

"Within three days."

"Five hundred taels."

Although the price is a bit expensive, there is no other way besides the ghost market. If you rely on local officials, you won’t know whether they can find out until the day you die.

Enduring the pain, he placed five hundred-tael silver notes on the table, and worriedly warned him, "Don't fool me with some vague money. It's not easy to make money."

"Don't worry, the ghost market never fools its own people."

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