Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 141 Murder
As soon as the door opened, a short, fat middle-aged man was holding his hands on the door frame, panting with his mouth open, his face flushed and moist with sweat.

"Old Zhang?" Bai Sibing asked in surprise, "What's the matter?"

"Master Bai! Please save me, the restaurant. Someone died in the restaurant!"

Bai Sibing frowned: "If you die, you can just report it to the official. How can we talk about 'rescuing' you?"

"I've already gone to report it! But the one who died was the protector of the Huxin Gang." Lao Zhang said with a sad face.

Bai Sibing was silent for a moment and sighed: "I'll sign a warrant for you. Just keep the restaurant and investigate the case how you want."

"That's natural! That's natural! Thank you, Mr. Bai!" The middle-aged man was about to bow down.

"I still want to drink your wine." Bai Sibing smiled, supported him, and turned to sign the warrant.

The remaining middle-aged people were looking anxiously, with undiminished worries on their faces.

Pei Ye looked at his face and was able to interject: "Zhang, Uncle Zhang?"

"Ah?" The middle-aged man raised his face, looked at the boy blankly, and suddenly screamed, "Xiao Pei?!"

He is a round-faced man, nearly fifty years old, and he is the former owner of Laozhang Liquor Shop in Fenghuai.

"Why did you come to Zhoucheng?"

"I'm fighting in a martial arts competition, Uncle Zhang. What's going on with you?"

"I - forget it, you don't want to get involved in this matter." Lao Zhang wiped his sweat, "For martial arts competitions, practice hard and try to win two rounds. According to the last competition, I got four taels of silver, which is not a small amount of money. .I will go and cheer you up then."

"Let's talk about you first, Uncle Zhang, can you afford to open a restaurant?"

"They started it a long time ago. I added some money and became a small proprietor, which will make me busier." Lao Zhang sighed, "I've only been here seven days."

At this time, Bai Sibing came out with a piece of paper with still wet ink on it and handed it to Lao Zhang: "The wine for the military meeting outside the city in two days will come from you. I am used to it."

Lao Zhang took it over excitedly: "Bai Sibing, everyone says you are a good official, and it's not false at all!"

Bai Sibing waved his hands, said goodbye to Pei Ye, and returned to his house.

Pei Ye glanced at the warrant and quickly looked away: "I'll go with you, Uncle Zhang."

"No, no, there's a warrant for this. Just go and do what you have to do. I'll be fine now."

"It's okay, I have to take a trip, otherwise I won't be able to find you next time."

".Then let's go."

Pei Ye followed Lao Zhang to the north, not too far away. After turning into a branch street, a three-story building appeared in front of him.

This is actually not the first time Pei Ye has seen it. When he first arrived in Zhoucheng two days ago, he passed under it. At that time, its doors and windows were wide open, and the talkative drinkers at the window glanced at him with their dishes.

Now the windows of the entire building are closed, and there is no one left. The people are pointing and whispering from a distance.

What separates them from the building are some people wearing the same coarse linen clothes, but their temperament is very different from that of ordinary people from good families.They tied up their sleeves and put on their leggings, holding straw stalks in their mouths. They were in small groups, showing off their attitude, and each one of them was carrying a sharp weapon.

There were about 20 people scattered outside the restaurant.

In front of the restaurant door, the left side of the cook's face was swollen, bruised and bruised, with blood stains running down the corner of his mouth. He was leaning against the wall with his legs drawn up, and behind him were the servants and grooms, squatting in a row.

The waiter huddled alone under the other wall, with seven or eight footprints remaining on his body.

"Heroes, I am the shopkeeper. I am the shopkeeper." Lao Zhang walked up with a smile, and immediately several pairs of eyes from different directions fell on the tall young man carrying a sword behind him.

"I heard that something happened to the heroes of our Huxin Gang. I ran all the way. You heroes, feel free to investigate. Our restaurant can be closed for three or five days until the murderer is found!"

A man wearing a black silk shirt and a long sword came over. "Shopkeeper Zhang, are you giving me face like this?" The man pressed his sword and smiled.

"That's it! It's great that a hero from the Huxin Gang is willing to come to our place." Lao Zhang leaned close to the man and whispered, "This hero from your gang didn't reveal his identity, otherwise our house must be a good wine." How can you let a good man of yours stay on the second floor when you serve delicious food and send it to the best private room?"

The man nodded and said with a smile: "In that case, let's take a break for 50 years."

"Guanshi Chai!!" Lao Zhang's voice changed.

"The murderer committed a murder in your restaurant, and disappeared without a trace within a quarter of an hour. Your people didn't know anything about it." The man narrowed his eyes, "Your restaurant has nothing to do with the murderer, who would believe it?"

"We really don't know anything, Manager Chai! We didn't even know that your gang of heroes came to our place to drink!"

At this time, a deep voice came from the building: "Let him come in."

Manager Chai glanced at Lao Zhang and got out of the way.

Lao Zhang no longer had the expression of "I'm fine now" when he got the warrant in front of Bai Sibing's house. In fact, when he came to Zhoucheng from Fenghuai in Hele, he didn't know how to deal with these fierce people. gang.

He forced himself to walk over calmly, his legs were shaking and his face was white.

Pei Ye followed silently, and as soon as he took a step, a strong wind roared in front of him, and a sheathed sword was stabbed hard on the tree in front of him. The iron wrapping at the end shattered the bark of the tree, creating a depression and splashing. The sawdust made the young man tilt his head subconsciously.

"Shopkeeper Zhang, is your dog so ignorant of the rules?" Manager Chai turned his head and said coldly without looking at Pei Ye.

Lao Zhang turned around in a panic and saw the young man blocked there, and said quickly: "Ah! Xiao Pei, you don't have to follow me! Just wait outside, no, it's okay."

Pei Ye stood still for a moment and looked at the man in black shirt in front of him: "What is your official position?"

Manager Chai suddenly turned around and stared at him, laughing and said: "I have no official position, what's wrong?"

Pei Ye frowned and said, "Since you are not an official of the imperial court, why do you not allow the people of the Tang Dynasty to set foot on the land of the Tang Dynasty?"

Manager Chai's smile deepened, and Pei Ye saw that his hand holding the sheath was straining.

Pei Ye was also waiting for him to exert force on him.

At this time, a voice came from the window on the second floor of the restaurant: "That's right. Now we all must abide by the laws of the Tang Dynasty. Please invite him in."

Pei Ye looked up and was startled. The man standing on the second floor looking down with his hooked lips had very short hair, rough skin, and a face like an eagle owl.

He was the head of the three people he met in the mountain that day.

Pei Ye frowned, averted his gaze and stepped in.

"Remove the sword!" Manager Qian shouted coldly from behind.

Pei Ye kept walking and looked back: "What is your official position?"

Enter the building.

Going up to the second floor, there are many tables and chairs on this floor, and there are only two separate private rooms.

The incident happened in the private room on the left. As soon as Pei Ye entered the room, he was stopped at the door by the sight in front of him.

The center of the room was completely emptied by an explosion. Everything flew forward in a radial pattern and was stuck to the wall by the huge force - fragments of pots, bowls, and plates were embedded in the walls and roof, and dishes and soups were stuck to the wall. A picture was posted on the wall, and a few chopsticks on the pillars were almost half submerged, like a rack for hanging clothes.

This explosion does not go in all directions, but is directed. It has a clear "front".The starting point of this point is probably where you stand, and its end point.
Pei Ye followed the traces and looked up. On the wall painted with broken porcelain wine soup, a horrifying corpse hung on it, like a bloody specimen.

What bore his weight was an iron candle holder that penetrated his body and penetrated deeply into the wall. On both sides of the candle holder, the arms of the corpse hung down weakly, and red and black blood flowed along the yellow-brown wooden wall to the ground, meandering. It became a thick pool.

　I’ll post one chapter first, and I’ll sort out the next chapter a little later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)