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Chapter 105 The matter is over (please subscribe)

Qingjiang Tea House.

In the private room that Zhang Jinglong liked on the second floor, Wang Ping ordered a pot of good tea and some dried fruits. He was looking at the storyteller on the stage below with interest. The storyteller was telling the story of General Niu Man's suppression of the rebellion some time ago.

"Who do you think will come?"

Yu Lian's little head was hidden behind the window, curiously looking at the seat No. 1 at the front of the first floor below.

Last night, Wang Ping released the puppet Zi Hong again and asked him to make the first step of connection according to the connection code in Jin Xiu and Chen Jushu's memory. At this moment, Wang Ping was waiting for the person to join.

When the agreed meeting time was approaching, Wang Ping saw an acquaintance walk in at the door of the teahouse. It was Qianhu Lengfeng from Weiwei. He also brought two small flags. After he entered, he looked around habitually, and soon He looked at Wang Ping at the window of the box upstairs. He was stunned for a moment, and then nodded politely.

Then Wang Ping saw him walking straight towards the No. 1 position at the front of the hall.

"Why is it him?" Yu Lian was a little surprised.

"You're asking why he was associated with the cultists from Day One?"

"Correct!"

Wang Ping smiled slightly and said: "You don't have to be a cultist on the first day to join us."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll understand soon."

Time passed slowly, and the time for joints soon passed.

Leng Feng, who had not waited for the contact, was still sitting firmly in the No. 1 position. At this moment, the storyteller was narrating the final decisive battle, and the scene was very quiet.

Wang Ping stood up, threw about a tael of broken silver on the table, led Yu Lian out of the box and downstairs, walked to Leng Feng's seat No. 1 and sat down. This seat was reserved in advance with the puppet Zi Hong. OK

"You seem to be fascinated by what I heard. You must have experienced this war personally. Why are you still interested in the story of the storyteller?" This was Wang Ping's first question after he sat down.

"It's not as exciting as his story, at least it's much more exciting than what I experienced." Leng Feng replied with a smile, "We were confused at first, but when we thought about it carefully later, we realized that we were actually similar to the storytellers on the stage, they were just stages. The actor on the show, the person who really controls the situation is invisible."

Wang Ping nodded slightly when he heard this, and sat steadily on his chair, staring at the lively storyteller in front of him, and asked: "How was your deputy...how did the interrogation go?"

"There is no result at all. The memory found by the soul search does contain the scene of him and Zhang Jinglong in the mutton soup shop, but they were just chatting in the most ordinary way, and the topic was all around mutton soup."

Leng Feng answered quickly, and then said with an uncertain tone: "I guess he contacted Yu Er intentionally to disturb our line of sight."

Wang Ping fell into a brief silence after hearing this, and then asked: "Have you ever thought about the deeper things about this case?"

"for example?"

Wang Ping did not say this 'for example', but changed the subject and said: "What do you think the fire spirit raised in Xiabian Village on the first day was used for?"

"Planning a certain bloody incident is their favorite thing to do. From the simplest pyrotechnics to the complex summoning of fire spirits, they always launch attacks under the pretext of eliminating evil..."

Wang Ping interrupted: "Tell me, where will they activate the fire spirit in Xiabian Village?"

"Changwen Fucheng!"

Leng Feng had considered this issue, and he said with certainty: "They will use the girl's body to bring the fire spirit to this city, and then they will lure the tiger away from the mountain, lure the masters from the city away, and then release the fake spirit." …”

Wang Ping interrupted again: "Who do you think is most concerned about unrest on Mozhou Road right now?"

“Rebels!”   “Who is behind the rebels?”

"Yes…"

Leng Feng didn't say it out loud, but he could understand what Wang Ping was going to say and asked, "What are you doing here today?"

Wang Ping looked away from the storyteller and looked at Leng Feng: "My purpose of coming here is the same as yours. Do you still remember the Jin Xiu who assassinated me? He has your guard's secret code in his memory. !”

Leng Feng's face turned ugly, and then he lowered his voice and asked, "Are you planning to..."

"Someone specially wrote a letter to warn me, asking me to report all the details I found during the case without any conclusive words. Forgive me... I can only do it."

After Wang Ping said this, he stood up, clasped his fists, and left the teahouse without looking back.

After walking out of the teahouse, Yulian finally figured it out and communicated with Wang Pingtong in the spiritual sea: "Is he going to take the blame?"

"Yes, he still has to bear a serious crime, but I estimate that at most he will be transferred back to Beijing, and then change his identity and continue to stay in the Weiwei, and Mozhou Road...has no informants from the Weiwei since then."

After Wang Ping answered Yu Lian, he walked straight towards the Daozang Hall in the center of the city.

...

"very good!"

After reading the case file submitted by Wang Ping, Taoist Xuanhe gave these two words of evaluation with a smile. He put away the case file and glanced at Taoist Wenyang who was working in the wing, and said: "This time your contribution is enough to earn Five thousand exchange points, and the sect’s contribution will also increase a lot..."

At this point, Taoist Xuanhe paused before continuing, "I heard that the Wudaofu Mansion adjacent to your Qianmu Temple has become a land without one, and you have just obtained the status of the fifth seat. After you return, you will immediately report to Daozang Please apply to use the Five Dao Mansion as your missionary place, and I will help you run this matter."

This was the reward. Wang Ping did not refuse. He immediately stood up and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Taoist Master."

"One more thing. Do you want to exchange the loot from Xiabian Village for a redemption point or do you want it in kind? According to preliminary exploration results, the most valuable item underground is a hallucinogenic magic weapon. It is a good thing. , as long as you can contain your malice, it can even be useful to the great monks of the Third Realm."

"According to the rules of Daozang Palace, you have the right to compete for this magic weapon, but there must be other compensation. Of course, if you are willing to give up the magic weapon you obtained before..."

"I heard from fellow Taoist Xuanhe that the magic soldiers you obtained before just match my attributes. If you are willing to part with me, I will give you a generous gift. I will give you the magic soldiers from Xiabian Village as well." Yes. Taoist Wenyang in the wing interrupted Xuan He. He spoke very directly, unlike Xuan He who was secretive.

Wang Ping turned his attention to Taoist Wenyang and pretended to think for a few breaths before nodding and saying: "Okay, I'll change."

Compared with a magic weapon, Taoist Wenyang's favor is the most important, and he will not suffer a lot. After that, he took out the orb-like magic weapon from his storage bag. The moment it appeared, The temperature in the room has increased a lot.

When Wen Yang saw this magic weapon, a smile finally appeared on his face. Xuan He seemed even happier than Wen Yang, stroking his beard involuntarily.

"After the demon soldiers in Xiabian Village are excavated, I will personally deliver them to Qianmu Temple!" Taoist Wenyang promised.

...

Walk out of Daozang Hall.

Wang Ping exhaled. He did not expect that there would be a transaction at the end.

At this point, the case is over.

But he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he returned to the courtyard assigned to him by Daozang Hall and wrote a letter to Cheng Ji and Feng Miao respectively, expressing his gratitude for their help and inviting them to visit Qianmu Mountain.

Wang Ping handed the two letters he had written to Ah Jiu and asked him to help forward them. Then he jumped on the roof of the small courtyard, took a look at the rebuilt Changwen City, and then packed up and set off on the road back to Qianmu Temple.

(End of this chapter)