sbdcsierra Chapter 227: The guest in cold clothes is dead?
Chapter 227: The guest in cold clothes is dead?
Except for the bedroom, Zhang Xueming likes to keep the light bright wherever she stays. Ever since Gong Yuanzheng had people come over to install bronze mirror dimming devices in several rooms, whenever she comes to the side hall, Gong Yuanzheng will adjust the brightness of the room in advance.
Brightness means that even the slightest changes in facial expressions of people in it can be seen clearly.
This was the case at this moment. Gong Yuanzheng clearly saw Gong Shangjiao's daze and frustration.
He felt a little soft-hearted: "Brother, Zhao Zhao has never deliberately concealed anything. Given our relationship, if you ask her directly, she will definitely tell you what she can tell you. There is no point in hiding these things from her."
Gong Shangjiao went to see Zhang Xueming after hearing this. Seeing her nodding with a smile, he felt even more upset: "It's not like I didn't ask her directly. She was..."
Zhang Xueming found it funny: "Brother, we had just met at that time. You suspected that I was Wufeng's man, and I suspected you the same way."
Gong Yuanzheng also found it funny: "Without getting to know each other, even if Zhao Zhao told the truth, brother wouldn't believe it. Brother would trust what he found out more, right?"
Gong Shangjiao pursed his lips, couldn't help but glanced at the two little ones opposite him, sighed deeply, and stopped entangled in this topic: "The information provided by Jackdaw Qi is what Zhao Zhao has already guessed, such as the Mei-level assassin Wuming who has been lurking in the palace gate for 22 years... It is not of much value.
The other jackdaw is called Jackdaw Si. He said that Wufeng was going to have a final battle with Gongmen this time, so he sent Wufeng's bride, who was specially trained for Gongmen, to sneak into Gongmen, intending to obtain the specific topographic map of Gongmen, the distribution of sentries and bunkers, and find out the Gong family's poison making method, antidote formula, types of hidden weapons, martial arts skills, and the core secrets kept by Zhiren...
He has met three of the Four Monsters and can provide us with their information, including portraits."
Rarely, Gong Shangjiao did not block the news and even repeated the "core secrets kept close to Zhiren" to Zhang Xueming verbatim, as if to prove something.
He appeared calm on the surface, but was paying close attention to Zhang Xueming's reaction out of the corner of his eye.
It was discovered that although Zhang Xueming listened carefully, she was indifferent to the so-called core secrets of the palace. Obviously, just like her feelings towards Izumo Chonglian of Gong Yuanzheng, she had no interest in exploring.
Gong Shangjiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, yet felt a little lost for some reason. He lowered his head to drink tea and waited for her to integrate the information.
"Wait, I'll go get something and be back soon." Gong Yuanzheng said suddenly, and before he finished speaking, he left quickly.
He entered the secret pharmacy, dragged out the large box containing many collections from under the table where Yun Chonglian was released, took out a wooden box from the box, locked the box and pushed it back, and hurried back to the tea room with the box.
When the box was opened, it contained the piece of paper that Zhang Xueming had drawn for him that day for use in the puzzle.
"My brother asked someone to bring this over to him to put together." Gong Yuanzheng reluctantly pushed the box over and reminded him, "Don't break it. This is what Zhao Zhao drew for me."
Gong Shangjiao flipped through them, then randomly pulled out a few pieces and put them together, feeling as if he had found a treasure. He called Jin Ting over again, "Send someone to take the box to ask Jackdaw to put it together. Tell him I don't believe him. If he can put together the face of any of the three monsters he has seen, plus that person's information, I will arrange for someone to treat Yun Weishan tomorrow. The paper in the box must not be damaged, and bring it back to me the way it was taken."
Jin Ting took the order and went, but did not come back until it was almost time for supper. He returned the box with four notes sandwiched between the confession booklet.
"Jackassi said that the person's facial features are like this. He has a baby face and likes to tie his hair into a high ponytail." Jin Ting said.
Zhang Xueming had already spread out the rice paper and was waiting. Gong Shangjiao handed the notes to her. She put the four notes for eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth on the table, put them together, glanced at them, and started writing quickly.
After the painting was finished, she held it up to take a closer look. At first glance, she couldn't help but frown, because the face looked vaguely familiar.
She asked Gong Shangjiao: "Who is this person among the four directions of monsters?"
Gong Shangjiao read out the contents of the note: "Wanqi Ai, the demon from the west, is bloodthirsty and skilled in using two-handed flying sickles. It is extremely difficult to get close to him."
"Bloodthirsty and skilled in two-handed flying sickles?" Zhang Xueming repeated with a strange expression.
"What's wrong? Has Zhaozhao met this person?" Gong Shangjiao asked.
Zhang Xueming's expression became even weirder. She compared the portrait with the person in her memory for a long time before she gave a dry laugh: "Good news, we don't have to worry about this Western Ghost. He's dead. Not a single bone remains... before I returned to the Zheng family."
She captured a scene from that memory and re-drew a sketch with charcoal of Wanqi Ai throwing his sickle at her. She pushed it to the center of the tea table so that both brothers could clearly see Wanqi Ai's excited and somewhat distorted expression at that time.
"About seven months ago, I was staying at Luojia Village outside Fengjiang City. This man came to the village in the middle of the night to kill people. I was woken up by the noise when I was having a good night's sleep."
Gong Shangjiao had unfortunately witnessed her getting angry due to lack of sleep, and he also knew her fighting habits very well. Once she started fighting, she would never talk to the other party, nor would she give the other party a chance to speak.
"No wonder you killed someone without knowing his identity." Gong Shangjiao held his forehead with his hand.
"It's not my fault. He didn't have the Wufeng token on him." Zhang Xueming defended, "Besides, brother knows that I hate crazy martial artists the most. That guy had nothing better to do and went to massacre the village. I saw him and didn't kill him. Why did I let him live on for the New Year?"
Gong Yuanzheng understood what was going on as soon as he heard it, and couldn't help but laugh: "This is a good thing, there are only two of Wufeng's four-sided monsters left now."
His mind raced, and he thought of a possibility. He quickly opened the box and pushed it in front of Gong Shangjiao: "Brother, quickly piece together the face of the guest in cold clothes!"
Gong Shangjiao reacted and his hands were shaking a little.
Gong Yuanzheng understood his feeling of having hope but also being afraid of having his hopes dashed, so he helped separate the notes by type and picked them up one by one to ask him.
Finally, a man's face that made Gong Shangjiao clench his fists appeared on the tea table.
Zhang Xueming just took a look and leaned back slightly unconsciously, and that strange expression appeared on her face again.
No way, no way, is it such a coincidence? She just killed two crazy martial artists...
Facing the brothers' eager gazes, she pursed her lips and asked hesitantly, "This man has a slightly long face, a shaved head, and is dressed like a wandering monk. The weapon he uses is a modified crescent-shaped blade made of magnets, with a circular blade and a blade that can absorb, pull, and cut off the opponent's weapon... Is that right?"
Gong Yuanzheng looked at Gong Shangjiao, who nodded repeatedly, tears welling up in his eyes and his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.
Zhang Xueming quickly poured him a cup of tea: "Brother, drink some hot tea first and calm down. Ayuan, please help me calm down."
Taking advantage of this opportunity, she dug out another memory and captured a picture from it.
In the painting, a bald man with a grin on his face cut the crescent ring into two and chopped it forward.
"This man is dead too." Seeing that Gong Shangjiao had recovered, Zhang Xueming pushed the painting over.
She glanced at Gong Yuanzheng and said, "Ayuan, you should remember that I told you that after my brother and I separated, I traveled all over the southern land to various Buddhist temples and Taoist temples in search of immortals... This person was the one I met at that time."