Tibet

Chapter 455 The Shack
Li Ye basically stays in the inn during the day, and only returns to his residence at night to rest. He has a separate small courtyard in the inn, mainly because it is more convenient here.

Li Ye was pacing back and forth in the courtyard when Wang Feng, the director of Dali Temple, came to report.

"Captain, I have already found out Zeng Honger's situation!"

Li Ye was not interested in the news of Zeng Honger. Since the other party used him as an assassin, they must have dealt with the aftermath. If the assassin failed to kill the poison, wouldn't it be exposed?

"It should be bad news!"

Wang Feng nodded, "I checked the files of Chang'an County in the past two days and found that Zeng Honger's record stated that he died of illness during the journey."

The humble official visited the person who was escorting him and learned the truth. Three years ago, when he was being escorted to Hanzhong, Zeng Honger fell seriously ill and died soon after. "

"Didn't ask a doctor for a diagnosis?"

"Please, the doctor said he was too thin and had been ill for a long time. He could not support himself and died on the road."

"and then?"

"Then the escort officials threw his body into Hanshui, and based on the doctor's diagnosis, the government canceled him as a dead person."

"You know what I think?"

Li Ye smiled slightly and said: "Even if he is in front of us now, it is useless to honestly explain everything. I guess he has been wandering in the dark and was recruited temporarily as an assassin. He certainly doesn't know. Who hired him, but I can't figure out why he committed suicide? He doesn't have any family, and for him, more money is useless, life is the most precious."

"The governor is right, it is indeed strange."

At this time, Peng Haiyan hurried into the yard and said anxiously: "Commander, the Prince Consort's Mansion is in chaos, the assassin's body is missing, replaced by a dead dog, and the Prince Consort's head is gone."

Li Ye laughed, and said to Wang Feng: "The answer is here, have you thought of it?"

Wang Feng nodded, "He faked his death once on the way to distribution, and now he's faked his death again, this guy is amazing!"

Peng Haiyan was taken aback, "Why fake death on the way?"

Wang Feng told Peng Haiyan about his investigation.

Peng Haiyan smiled wryly and said: "Actually, I should have thought of it. Fake death is a traditional illusion in Baixi. Many monks in the Western Regions are good at it. This Zeng Honger has been in Baixi Troupe for 20 years, and he must have learned it."

Li Ye smiled and said: "As long as the assassin Zeng Honger is not dead, there will be another clue to investigate the case."

Peng Haiyan sighed: "Commander, I suggest we investigate separately! I went to Luoyang to arrest Yang Shun, and His Highness continued to search for Zeng Honger in Chang'an. After much deliberation, I only have these two clues."

Li Ye thought for a moment and finally nodded: "That's it!"

When it comes to the slums in Chang'an, everyone will think of Yonghefang, and several other surrounding squares, such as Yongpingfang, Chang'anfang, Tongguifang, etc. These are places where poor people live together, and the population of each square is There are many, and the houses are also very dilapidated.

But Yonghefang belongs to the bottom of the normal neighborhood, but there are still some unspeakable places in Chang'an, just like the lowest caste in India, there is a layer of untouchable untouchables under the Sudra.

The indescribable squares in Chang’an are mainly a few squares close to the south city wall, such as Zhaoxing, Da’an, Anle, Yanzuo, etc. These squares have a large area, and they are the vegetable fields and funeral places in Chang’an. They are all haunted by wild foxes and rat snakes.

Is there anyone here?have!There are still quite a few people. According to preliminary government statistics, there are tens of thousands of people. In fact, there are many more people without statistics.

These workshops are full of shacks. The earliest origin of these shacks is that after disasters hit various places, hungry people fled to Chang'an for food. The government had no place to house them, so they temporarily lived in the vegetable fields and funeral fields to the south.

This temporary period lasted for hundreds of years. Some hungry people left, and some finally chose to stay. Generation after generation gave birth to children here, and generation after generation continued to build shacks here.

But it’s okay if it’s a hungry person, at most it’s a low-profile version of Yonghefang, but in fact, the people here are extremely complicated, and all kinds of marginalized people live here.

What are borderline people?It is a gray area between legal and illegal. For example, more than ten years ago, Pei Sanniang was forced by the pressure of life and worked as a treasure hunter for several months. She went out at night to hunt for treasures. Looking for the belongings left behind by the owner after moving, these treasure hunters in Chang'an are fringe people, about a dozen gangs, thousands of people.

They live in the shack in the south, and usually come out at night, so the marginalized people are also called people who can't see the light. Of course, the people who can't see the light are far more than treasure hunters, and treasure hunters are just an example.

In addition, almost all the bounty hunters in Chang'an live in a few shacks in the south. It's not that they can't afford a better place to live, but no one cares about it here, so everyone can live freely.

But just because there is no management of people, a large number of ghosts and snakes from all over the world live here, especially after the Tianbao period, there are more and more people with unknown origins here.

Why did so many people suddenly increase? Because after Tianbao, the polarization between the rich and the poor became more and more serious, and the world's wealth became more and more concentrated in Chang'an. Various funds easily amounted to tens of thousands of dollars, and the rich and powerful were squandered, making Chang'an become a place in the world. The easiest place to make money.

As a result, people with various abilities flocked to Chang'an.

This afternoon, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi came to a shack in Zhaoxingfang. The shacks here are all connected into a piece. I don’t know how many people live there. The shacks are all made of rammed soil, and bamboo strips and felt , because the rammed earth is high and easy to collapse, so the huts are less than one person high, and you have to bow your head to go in. It is dark inside, and a piece of rags is used as the door outside. Basically, it is like this.

When it rains, the place is muddy, dirty, and smelly, but it is a paradise for children. Except for lack of food and clothing, everything else is carefree.

Moreover, there are almost no elderly people here, and the reason is obvious. The environment is too poor to live a long life. It is good to live to 50 years old, but there are many children. Although the death rate is high, the birth rate is also high, which is basically balanced.

The clothes of people in Tsing Yi are very clean and they are definitely different. Of course, people here have to wear clean clothes when they go out to work, but there is no way that people in Tsing Yi behave in a polite manner.

The man in Tsing Yi came to a shack and stopped in his tracks. After hesitating for a moment, he opened the curtain and went in.

It was dark inside and as dirty as a pig's nest. The man in Tsing Yi turned around and was about to leave when suddenly a thin black figure jumped up from behind and put a sharp dagger at his throat.

The man in Tsing Yi was not afraid, and said calmly: "I thought you would leave Chang'an!"

In the darkness, a child-like black figure showed a mouthful of beast-like white teeth, and said gloomily, "I haven't given me the money yet, why should I leave?"

"I brought the money!"

The man in Tsing Yi threw a cloth bag on the ground, "There are 50 taels of gold in it!"

The thin figure shook his head, "The money is not enough, I want more money!"

"As agreed, five hundred coins each before and after. You don't keep your word?"

"Because I brought out his head. You don't want the head?"

The man in Tsing Yi knew that there was a head in his hand and asked calmly: "How many do you want?"

"Another 30 taels of gold."

"I didn't bring any money, I'll give it to you tomorrow!"

"I won't be here tomorrow. You will silence me. I know it very well."

The man in Tsing Yi smiled, "You want money, but you are afraid of being silenced, so how can I make a deal with you?"

The dagger on the neck tightened, and the black shadow asked viciously: "Are you trying to kill me?"

"We are going to kill you and silence you, and now you are dead."

After a moment of silence, the shadow said: "There is a Yishui Tower in Yongle Square, do you know?"

"Of course I know the most famous building street in Chang'an."

The shadow swallowed, "On the second floor of Yishui Building, there is a flower bed above the big well. At noon tomorrow, the head will be behind the Maitreya statue in the flower bed. You take the head and leave the gold. I will fly away."

"My lord, you'd better go back to Japan."

"Then you don't have to worry about it."

"No! You must go back to Japan. This is the only condition for not killing you. My master is worried about staying in Datang."

"Okay! I'm going back to my hometown, Nagasaki. I've had enough of this damn place."

The black shadow put away the dagger, and Qing Yi walked out of the shack, dusted himself off, and walked away gracefully with his hands behind his back.

The thin black figure threw himself on the cloth bag and held up five ingots of gold. The glittering gold made him laugh hysterically.

(End of this chapter)