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Chapter 71 Devil
Song Zhijie acted very quickly, and in only two days, he found out everything related to that Zhuangzi.

Qiu Daoren, whose ancestors practiced medicine in Qingzhou for generations, is quite famous.

A few years ago, a big fire burned down Qiu's family, only Qiu Daoren, who had just grown up, survived.

But in the past, the young man in bright clothes and angry horses, in high spirits, struggled to save his life, but at the same time he was left with scars all over his body.

After that, Qiu Daoren seemed to be a different person. He lived in seclusion and never saw a doctor for ordinary people. Occasionally, he was invited by dignitaries to see a doctor. He was also tightly bound from head to toe.

No one has ever seen what the real Qiu Daoren looks like, and because of his superb medical skills, he got the nickname "Ghost Doctor".

"Miss Mei, according to the information I found, Qiu Daoren began to frequently visit Lu Wangfu two years ago, and the Zhuangzi also underwent a large-scale renovation after that.

But the guards there are tight, we only got in touch with a few people on the outside, and we still can't find out the specific situation inside. "

Song Zhijie, who had always been supernaturally powerful, also showed a helpless wry smile at this moment.

This was not beyond Mei Xue's expectation. She thought for a while and asked Song Zhijie:
"Does this Qiu Daoren have any special hobbies?"

The vast majority of people have weaknesses, and these weaknesses are either because of hobbies or hatred.

For Qiu Daoren, it is most likely because of hatred.

Sure enough, Song Zhijie thought for a while and said:
"Since this person became king of Lu, he has rarely seen outsiders. His only hobby is to go to Xuefu Street next to Qingzhou Fuxue to buy calligraphy and paintings. He has to go there every few days."

Mei Xue sneered and said:

"That's right, Mr. Song, you should check now to see how many missing people in Qingzhou have been missing in the past two years, who they are, and where they mainly live on weekdays."

Song Zhijie froze for a moment, but immediately understood what Mei Xue meant.His face changed slightly, but he didn't ask any more questions, but left in a hurry after saying goodbye to Mei Xue.

Opening the window, Mei Xue looked at the fine spring rain outside, bit her lips and closed her eyes.

There is so much suffering in the world, how many people can spend their lives in peace and joy?
But no matter how difficult it is, you should not use other people's blood to warm yourself.

If a person is already a bloodthirsty demon, he should no longer live in this world.

He should go to hell, just like the Yan family, like Queen Shen.

Song Zhijie rushed back when it was just getting dark, his coat and hair were already slightly damp.

Mei Xue poured Song Zhijie a cup of hot tea, but Song Zhijie didn't care to drink it when he received it, and said to Mei Xue in a deep voice:
"Miss Mei, I let you guess correctly. In the past two years, among the people who disappeared in Qingzhou Fucheng, [-] of them were students of the Fuzhou University.

The last missing student disappeared two months ago, and during that time period, Qiu Daoren happened to go to Fuxue Street to buy calligraphy and paintings. "

The truth is almost coming out, and it is chilling.

Mei Xue smiled coldly and said:

"Qiu Daoren's age when his face was disfigured was about the same age as these missing students, they were all youths in their prime.

After he felt that he could not see others, what he hated the most in his heart was precisely what he wanted the most but could never get. "

Song Zhijie drank a few sips of hot tea before he calmed down, stroked the teacup and said:
"These missing students must have been killed. It's a pity."

Mei Xue nodded and asked Song Zhijie to prepare. She wanted to go to Fuxue Street to sell calligraphy and painting as soon as possible.

Song Zhijie immediately objected, saying that Qin Li could go in disguise.

Mei Xue laughed, and asked Song Zhijie:
"I know that sir's intentions are good, but you should also know the general physical characteristics of those missing students?"

Song Zhijie smiled helplessly again, and Mei Xue continued calmly:
"His Royal Highness's plan is still in progress, we can't startle the snake.

Moreover, at this juncture, once something happens to Qiu Daoren, it will inevitably arouse Lu Wang's suspicion.

Therefore, it is reasonable and reasonable for Qiu Daoren to die. It is best to let him die in the hands of King Lu, that is the safest way.

Before that, we must determine whether he has produced a finished product, or what step he has advanced to, and those people have come into contact with the key links.

Only then can we carry out the plan to get rid of him, and the operators of key links cannot be retained to avoid future troubles. "

Song Zhijie nodded thoughtfully, and Mei Xue went on to say:
"The refining of medicine is a very difficult process, if the tools used for refining are outdated, the process will be even more difficult.

It may take thousands of failures to advance a small step, and for each trial, detailed data needs to be recorded for the next use.

I believe that no matter how smart Qiu Daoren is, he needs to record this sea of ​​data with pen and paper.

And I, as long as I can see these data, I can judge whether he has succeeded, or what step he has advanced to.

Therefore, it must be me to get close to him to be useful.

There are quite a few people in that village, and I have to do it to identify who has touched the key link. "

Spring day and night, wind and rain are tight.

Song Zhijie frowned and thought for a while, but he could only helplessly nod to Mei Xue.

This is the most risky way, but also the safest and most effective way.

After the spring rain has cleared and the sun is shining brightly, spring in Qingzhou has officially kicked off.

A young man who sells calligraphy and paintings came to Fuxue Street. His calligraphy and paintings were very ordinary, but he was extremely handsome.

Especially that white and shiny skin is simply deceiving Sai Xue.

So that from time to time, someone stopped in front of the booth to talk to him, even if he didn't buy calligraphy and painting, he still had to ask him.

The young man smiled kindly all the time, answered every question, and spoke modestly and politely.

The authentic Qingzhou dialect is used.

Song Zhijie sat in the teahouse opposite and watched Mei Xue silently. Mei Gang and Qin Li made simple disguises and scattered around Mei Xue.

It wasn't until the fifth day that Qiu Daoren appeared.

He never showed up, but the carriage he was riding in stayed in front of Mei Xue's booth for a while before slowly leaving.

Song Zhijie frowned slightly, watching Qiu Daoren's carriage go away with cold eyes.

The carriage, which May had just described to him once, he never forgot.

For several days, Mei Xue didn't go out again, Song Zhijie was on the go every day, Zhao Shuqin, Mei Gang and others were too busy to be seen.

Mei Xue got the news of Empress Shen's death one afternoon. Song Zhijie looked indifferent, waving the fan in his hand and said:

"The news of the son came sooner. It will take about four or five days for the government to have news."

Mei Xue nodded, she was crushing the medicine, she didn't stop what she was doing, she just said lightly:

"With Empress Shen gone, Concubine Shu and the Fourth Prince will have even greater ambitions.

So we have to speed up, and we can only succeed and not fail. "

Song Zhijie nodded and said in a deep voice:
"The trap is ready, girl, once you succeed, I will cast the net immediately."

Mei Xue gave a "hmm", looked up the window and said:

"Try him for another two days, this person is extremely thoughtful, that's why he killed so many people without showing any signs.

We only have one chance, make sure to hit it. "

Song Zhijie nodded, he poured a cup of tea and handed it to Mei Xue, and he himself took a cup of tea and drank it silently.

In Qiu Mansion, in the dark secret room, the smell of mildew and blood is everywhere.

A ghostly figure, even in a dark room, only revealing a pair of gloomy eyes.

He walked slowly, stroking the dozens of figurines on the wall with his scarred hands all the way, the sound of tearing and shattering echoed clearly in the dark room:
It would be great if such a good pair of skins could be placed here!
(End of this chapter)