That night, two people were fat and thin, and they walked into an uninhabited courtyard at the corner of Guangyi Hou Mansion with some incense, candles and paper money.

One is Jiang Jingchu, the man who has been in trouble recently, and the other is Jian Wuzheng, who is not very tall and has no hair on his head.

The courtyard here is remote, with weeds growing, and there are no shortage of snakes, rats, poisonous insects. Few people come here during the day, let alone this night when the wind is already blowing.

As Jian Wuming shook his hand and sprinkled a handful of paper money, the entire courtyard seemed even more gloomy and afraid of people.

The only hut, the broken window lattices creaked by the wind.

There was nothing else in the courtyard, only two broken stone Buddha statues that reached the waist of a person.

Guangyihou took off the key hanging around his neck and opened the bronze old lock that was already a little rusty.

I really don't understand. The broken windows are enough for people to come in, so why bother to use such a big lock?

There are not many decorations in the house, there is only one nameless tablet and an altar with legs missing.

Most of the offerings on the table are moldy and rotten, and it is obvious that no one has come to worship for a long time.

Guangyihou picked up two pretty clean Zen mats and handed one to Jian Wuzheng: "A lot of things have been lost in the mansion these days."

Jian Wuzheng did not care whether it was clean or not, and then he took it and stuffed it under his butt: "In five days, there were seven waves of people, three Jinyiwei, and two in the Huafu, and Wang and Xie families each took one of them."

"Ha, there is also the Xie family?" Jiang Jingchu moved his butt slightly and narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I didn't expect this. It seems that my inner brothers and sisters can't hold back."

"This time I came to me, want me to retrieve any object that should not be thrown away, or do I want me to send back someone who is not eye-opening?"

Jiang Jingchu laughed: "No, no, I just haven't talked to you for a long time, so I'm looking for something to talk casually."

Jian Wuzheng had obviously been accustomed to it for a long time and didn't talk to him, just sat aside with him.

After a while, Guangyihou took out a small wine gourd the size of a palm from his arms and threw it away.

Jian Wuzheng shook his backhand slightly, and from the sound, it was estimated that it was less than half of it.

Since ancient times, I have never used the leftover wine as a gift, but Jiang Jingchu obviously never felt embarrassed: "Wujian, I only have half a bottle of wine from Shu in recent years. Keep it and make a thought in the future."

"I won't drink," Jian Wuzheng said this, and hesitated for a moment, and still stuffed the slightly warm wine gourd into his arms: "Do you think you can't stand it this time?"

"I can survive the man in the capital, and I can survive. If he wants to kill me, he will not use such means." Guangyihou's words attracted Jian Wuzheng to sneer. Guangyihou was not in a hurry to argue, but instead said a fact: "It's not that I am so confident, but he can't bear to be a good official like Li Jing."

Jian Wuzheng refused to argue, but he obviously didn't want to fight with Guangyihou on this issue, so he changed the subject: "The stone slab transported to the outside of the city has been broken, and the traces in the city are not very obvious. I can only roughly know that it is a masculine sword technique, but if it is more specific, I can't find out."

In this regard, Guangyihou seemed to have expected it, and stretched out indifferently: "Even if you can't find out the killer's martial arts skills, others will definitely not find out. Since everyone is blind, then wait and see what it will be."

Regarding this method of shrinking the head turtle, Jian Wuzheng sneered and said, "Is this your response?"

After stretching his waist, Guangyihou looked particularly refreshed: "Of course you can't sit and wait for death. There are many turtles in the pond, and it's easy to catch muddy fish. I'll trouble you with this water."

This night was destined to be very lively in Huaiyin City. First, the Guangyi Marquis's mansion was thieves, and the Guangyi Marquis's seal was stolen. If the updater had not seen someone climbing over the wall, he would have almost succeeded.

After nearly an hour of searching the city, the thief still let the thief run away. Fortunately, the seal was picked up.

After finally waiting for everyone to calm down and prepare to go back to bed, another shout of catching the thief came from the Xiao Mansion.

Everyone searched inside and outside and almost turned Xiao's house upside down. The thief did not catch him, but he ran into Mr. Xiao, who was sleeping soundly in the room of the newly-seized concubine of the head of the family. Mr. Xiao ordered the news to be blocked with a pale face, but this scandal was like wings, and it had spread throughout the streets and alleys before dawn.

The next day was not peaceful. The Wang family, the largest rice merchant in Huaiyin City, borrowed ten horse-drawn carriages from the Zhang family to transport rice, cotton and other things harvested this year. When they left the city at noon, they met Song Tongzong, who personally investigated the theft case of Guangyi Hou Mansion last night.

This search doesn't matter, and it was found an object that made both parties pale.

An ivory waist card engraved with the words "Thousand Houses of the Right" of the Jinyiwei Jinyi.

It is rumored that the detective who was searching at that time said, "Mom," he urinated when his legs were weak.

Now the Zhang and Wang families are in a panic, and no one can tell where this waist brand comes from.

In addition, some of the other "good things" that would rather be known than to see in others were accidentally broken.
Chapter completed!