Chapter 190

"What?!"

"A Xiong, you... what did you just say?!"

Yuwen Ze's eyes widened, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if his heart had been gripped by an invisible hand.

His lips trembled slightly as he opened them, his fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and his whole person seemed to be frozen in place.

For a moment, he couldn't believe his ears...

As if he had heard something extremely inconceivable.

"Jingzhou Inspector Ming Shaoxia is still alive!"

Chen Yan changed to a more detailed way of saying it and repeated.

After a pause, he added and explained, "The mutilated corpse wearing the Inspector's official uniform seen today is not him, but someone else!"

When Chen Yan had previously locked himself in the room for a brainstorming session, the coroner's autopsy report also arrived...

The content above confirmed his guess.

Yuwen Ze took a few deep breaths, gradually calmed himself down, and as if he had thought of something, asked in confusion, "A good official like Inspector Ming is still alive, so why hold a funeral for him?"

"Shouldn't we try our best to rescue him?"

Yuwen Ze was puzzled by what his A Xiong had ordered.

The mutilated corpse was not Inspector Ming, which meant he was very likely kidnapped, and he was still alive. Why not rescue him, and why go to hold a funeral?

Especially since he was also the benevolent official praised by the people of Anding.

It went against common sense and logic!

"A good official?"

"Him?"

Chen Yan was amused, twitched the corners of his mouth, shook his head helplessly, and laughed, "A Ze, sometimes what you hear and see is not necessarily true..."

His words were full of meaning.

You must know that in the eyes of ten thousand people, there are ten thousand Hamlets.

When everyone speaks with one voice, and reaches a high degree of consistency, and praises to the extreme, you should carefully calculate whether it is what others want you to think...

Whether it is a deliberately created illusion...

"A Xiong, I didn't understand..." Yuwen Ze racked his brains to think, but still gained nothing, and finally said timidly.

Chen Yan raised his hand, patted his silly brother's shoulder, and explained patiently, "Ming Shaoxia is faking his death, the purpose is to make me block the news and suppress the news of his death!"

"Ah ha?!"

Yuwen Ze was startled, his eyes full of confusion, and asked, "Then what is the significance of Inspector Ming doing this?"

At that moment, Yuwen Ze was really, a monk measuring his head, unable to find the brain.

What was the purpose of that good official, Ming Shaoxia, who loved the people like his own children, going to such trouble?

What was he after?

His CPU was about to burn out.

"Remember that night when the Great Chancellor left me alone?"

Chen Yan pursed his lips and smiled, saying in a deep voice, "On the surface, it's to let us come to suppress the bandits..."

"In fact, your father wants to investigate Ming Shaoxia!"

"The Jinghong Society has an inseparable relationship with the one surnamed Ming..."

Before coming to Jingzhou, Chen Yan felt that suppressing bandits and investigating an Inspector should be much easier than in Qinzhou...

After coming to Jingzhou, especially after walking on the street, he knew he was completely wrong!

The problems here were not generally big!

Especially this person Ming Shaoxia, who was far more difficult to deal with than that straw-bag fool Mo Zhengxi.

"So that's it..."

Yuwen Ze nodded thoughtfully, confused, and asked, "Then A Xiong, is your funeral for...?"

Yuwen Ze understood, but didn't fully understand.

He still couldn't figure out what purpose this funeral was to achieve...

"Fight fire with fire!"

Chen Yan shrugged, smiled ambiguously, and said playfully, "Ming Shaoxia faked his death, so I will completely confirm his death..."

After a pause, he looked at Yuwen Ze with a stern gaze and exhorted, "Prepare well, I want all the people of Anding to come and see him off!"

"And I want the whole of Jingzhou to know the news of his death!"

This Inspector Ming, eight or nine times out of ten, is going to play the trick of resurrection from the dead...

Chen doesn't want to fulfill his wish!

Since he wants to die, let him die thoroughly!

Cut off the possibility of that guy using his influence and reputation to cause trouble later...

Moreover, Chen Yan also has a good reputation. Holding a funeral in his name, no matter how Ming Shaoxia fakes his death, the people of Jingzhou will only think that someone is impersonating him.

This kind of thing can only be fought with magic.

It depends on whose wrist is better...

"A Xiong, rest assured, I will definitely handle it properly!" Yuwen Ze nodded and said decisively.

Although Yuwen Ze was still a little half-understanding, he clearly knew that listening to A Xiong was definitely right.

"You Xian will assist you..." Chen Yan waved his hand, "Go!"

"Yes."

Yuwen Ze responded and returned to his room with Lu Cangfeng.

The night color spread over the mottled vermilion doors of the post house, soaking the large courtyard in silver gauze.

The path paved with blue bricks wound forward, moonlight like broken jade fell between the branches of the old locust trees on both sides. When the wind passed, the tree shadows danced, and the light spots jumped and flowed on the stone lanterns and the corners of the blue tile eaves.

The copper bells hanging under the eaves occasionally swayed lightly, making a fine, clear sound, startling the night owls resting under the corridor, flapping their wings across the moon, casting huge black shadows on the powder walls.

After Chen Yan sent everyone away, he came to the courtyard of the post house and found a stone bench to sit down.

"Young Master, the night is already deep..." Zhu Yi, who followed behind, looked up at the sky and reminded in a low voice.

"No matter!"

"I'll just sit in the courtyard..."

Chen Yan exhaled a turbid breath, stared at the night color with the full moon hanging, and said nonchalantly.

Zhu Yi nodded, retreated to the side, guarded quietly, and no longer disturbed.

"Next, I need to carefully modify the matters of going to Wangmu Palace Mountain to suppress the bandits..."

Chen Yan looked up at the sky, gradually lost in thought, but his brain was running at high speed. With the premise that Ming Shaoxia was not dead, the original plan had to be changed.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

In the silent air, several sounds of metal breaking through the air suddenly rang out.

"Young Master, be careful!"

Zhu Yi's reaction was swift, and the reminder sound was also very fast.

But faster was his sword...

"Clang clang clang!"

With a burst of metal collision sounds, the hidden weapons that didn't know where they came from were all knocked down by Zhu Yi, and didn't even get close to Chen Yan's body.

"His guard is a bit powerful, let's retreat first!"

"Plan for the long term!"

The black-clothed leader on the tree in the distance saw this and made a quick decision.

Immediately, several black-clothed people retreated without any hesitation, and several jumps gradually went far away.

"Lord, were you startled?"

You Xian stepped forward and asked with concern.

"No matter, just clowns..." Chen Yan glanced at the departing black shadows, waved his hand, and said.

You Xian felt relieved and was about to lead the Embroidered Attire Envoys to chase, but was stopped by Zhu Yi: "Don't chase!"

"Guard the Young Master!"

That one strike didn't hit and they retreated decisively, Zhu Yi seriously suspected that it was a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain...

No matter what, the Young Master's safety comes first, and one must distinguish between what is light and what is heavy.

"Third-rate assassins were sent out?"

"Which side did this?"

Chen Yan rubbed his chin, thoughtful, and began to lock onto the target in his heart...

Jinghong Society?

Ming Shaoxia?

Zhao Qian?

Chen Gubai?

Or the force chasing the Jinghong Society?

"Ah!"

Just at this moment, the scream that rang out tore through the sky.

"Bang!"

Immediately after, the black-clothed assassins who had originally escaped turned into several parabolas and fell not far in front of Chen Yan.

"Careful!"

Zhu Yi held his sword and protected Chen Yan behind him, while You Xian was carefully guarding against sneak attacks from the left and right.

"What's going on here?"

"Why did those black-clothed assassins fall back?"

Chen Yan examined everything that happened, twitched the corners of his mouth, and muttered.

"Ah!"

A moment later, a sword slashed across the throats of those black-clothed people one after another, leaving behind the last wails of their lives.

"This sword looks a bit familiar..."

Chen Yan looked at the sword and the person holding the sword with their back to them, and asked in surprise: "Why is it you?!"

Although Chen is not someone who never forgets, that sword left a deep impression on him...

"Recognized it?"

The woman in black turned around, pulled down the mask on her face, and smiled: "Lord Chen Yan, I said we would meet again..."

"Girl, is this because they wanted to kill your prey..."

Chen Yan smiled indifferently, unhurriedly, and joked: "So you killed them all?"

"Lord Chen Yan is truly calm, just assassinated and still in the mood to joke..."

The woman in black put away her sword, quite surprised, and sighed.

After a pause, she continued, "I have a name, you can call me Hongye!"

"Hongye?"

"This name is really nice..."

Chen Yan's mouth rose slightly, praised, and asked, "I just don't know, Miss Hongye, why you visited late at night?"

"It couldn't be that you are also here to kill Chen, right?"

After speaking, he raised his eyebrows lightly.

Hongye shook her head, took out a thick stack of tightly wrapped items from her robes, and held them with both hands: "Lord Chen Yan, my father asked me to hand over the evidence of Jingzhou Inspector Ming Shaoxia to you!"

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