After the Fairy Disappeared Chapter 466

  Zhong Sunmou asked him, "What about you?"

   "I'm going to look for clues around here to see if there are any suspicious people." He Lingchuan said, "How about the division of labor? You go after the murderer, and I'll go after Mr. Mai."

  Zhong Sunmou snorted, did not object, opened the door and went out.

  But before he took two steps, he reached out to He Lingchuan: "Here."

"what?"

   "The thing you took from the shelf." Zhong Sunmou said, "I want to take it back and check it together."

  He Lingchuan took out the ivory ball and twirled it a few times in his hand, hesitant.

   But he finally handed it over.

  Zhong Sunmou took it, but didn't notice that a little spider was also handed over by He Lingchuan, and quietly crawled into his sleeve.

  Back in the courtyard, the guards stepped forward and whispered a few words, Zhong Sunmou took another look at the study room, and left with his men.

  General Ling specially walked around the study room, came out and said to He Lingchuan: "This **** who hides eggs, take this opportunity to ask his subordinates to vacate all the study rooms, and there is nothing left!"

   "The vase has also been moved?"

   "Huh? What vase?"

   "Forget it, don't mention this." He Lingchuan waved his hand, "The other party left calmly, presumably there will be no clues left."

  Although Mr. Mai fled ahead of time, the study was in order and was not rummaged.

  What was it that alarmed him?

  He Lingchuan returned to the important point: "By the way, why did General Ling call him a guy who hides eggs?"

"The merman goes into the water and turns back into a fish tail, and goes ashore to split human legs, but that thing is hidden deep in the belly, which is completely different from our land creatures." General Ling grinned, "It's not that they just hide their eggs and show their tails." thing?"

  He asked He Lingchuan: "What should we do now?"

  Since he is also a special envoy, He Lingchuan feels much more cordial to him. He hung out with He Lingchuan for a few days, and it seemed that he had started the acquaintance mode.

   "There are many inconsistencies in this matter." He Lingchuan was also thinking hard, "Just now when Zhong Sunmou heard about your name, General, he seemed a little anxious. Do you know why?"

  General Ling shook his head: "I don't know what he thinks? But he's not the only one who gets annoyed when he sees me."

   That's right, with this old sheep's temper, he is a thorn in the side of many people.

  He Lingchuan walked back to the study, took out a mirror from his arms, and took photos around him.

  General Ling looked at it and said: "Your mirror is a good magic weapon."

"have you seen?"

   "The pattern on it, um, seems to be unique to the Xianzong in the middle ages." General Ling thought for a long time, "Where did I see it? Hey, I can't remember."

  He Lingchuan was slightly startled, remembering that the origin of the soul-destroying mirror was wrong, and it seemed to be related to Lingxu City. It seems that in the country of Beijia, I can't show myself casually.

  He said calmly: "Imitation."

  The soul-destroying mirror gave him feedback after looking around the room: "There is no supernatural power or object remains."

   This mirror is a sharp weapon against surveillance.

  As General Ling said, the study room was almost emptied, the bookcases were all gone, the antique shelf survived because there were few things on it, and the inside of the desk was also emptied. Probably because Zhong Sunmou's men lacked enough storage space to accommodate such a large table.

  He Lingchuan took a special look at the original location of the vase, um, it was empty.

  Only a circle of dust remained on the ground.

   This Lord Zhongsun is a locust, right?

  He Lingchuan let the two drill wind beast guards block the door, took out a few scrolls from the storage ring, and put them on the table.

  General Ling wondered: "Where did this come from?"

   "Put it in a vase on the Bogu shelf." He Lingchuan rubbed his hands, "Just as I was about to check the Bogu shelf, Zhong Sunmou rushed in."

  Jiao Yu was also curious: "Why do you only accept these few scrolls?"

"The vase is placed in the far corner, and the body of the bottle is covered with dust. There are only a few scrolls... Strictly speaking, the tip of this one is as smooth as new and spotless." There are three scrolls, and he packed them away together anyway. No need to do it twice. He Lingchuan untied the tether and slowly unfolded the scroll, "That is to say, Mr. Mai often opens it."

  The scroll is not big, only two square feet.

   is a painting, but it is not the usual flowers, birds, insects, fish, mountains, rocks and pines, but a round jar without a lid.

   And the jar seemed to be transparent, for there was a ruby ​​finger, several booklets, and a few **** in it.

  Red ball.

  How could anyone draw these things?

  General Ling looked at the ball more and more familiarly: "This ball looks like a blood drop."

  He Lingchuan looked at the red seal next to the painting.

  To be honest, this doesn't look like a seal, but rather like a painted talisman.

  He taps the screen.

  Everywhere is the texture of soft paper, except—

   Except for the pot in the painting.

   Both the tiger and the sheep gave a cry of surprise.

  As soon as He Lingchuan moved his hand to the can, he sank into it.

   There was an extra hand in the picture, hanging on the jar.

  The drawing is quite realistic.

   "There is a universe in the painting." He Lingchuan simply stretched out his hand and took out all the red **** in the jar.

  When he retracted his palms from the painting, everyone saw that there were a few bright red beads lying in the palm of his hand.

   "It really is blood!" General Ling would not mistake the smell, "What is this thing for?"

  Jiao Yu said: "Take out that booklet and read it."

  He Lingchuan took out the booklet and opened it, but saw that it was full of entries one by one, listing the year, month, and day, how many beads were collected, and where the beads were collected.

   "It's a ledger."

  He Lingchuan turned to the back and found that every page was full, and there were no blank pages.

   "The ink is a little faded, these are old account books."

  Jiao Yu gasped: "They actually hunted and killed so many monsters!" After a cursory look, there were more than 200 monster hunting records in a single account book, and there were seven of them here.

   At least it is the death history of 1,450 monsters.

  Although Bega is known as the demon country, the number of demon people is less than one tenth of that of human beings. These more than a thousand monsters disappeared without a sound, and even Jiao Yu felt a little distressed when he saw it.

  General Ling bit out a copy: "This is a new one."

  He Lingchuan flipped through it, and the ink was really new. The latest entry reads "Niutoushan, Zhanfeng Beast, two".

   Judging from the date and hunting location, this is the murder record of the descendants of General Ling.

  General Ling muttered curses, and then said: "Why only two!"

  He Lingchuan looked sideways: "Is your focus wrong?"

"These younger generations of mine are full of vitality and vigor, and they are all in their prime. How come seven or eight of them can only produce two red beads? That nest of weak and incompetent pig monsters can also produce a blood bead." General Ling was taken aback when he said this, "What is it called, blood beads or blood beads?"

   "It says blood beads." He Lingchuan also remembered this, "Wan Dahu said blood beads."

  That is naturally subject to Mr. Mai's records.

  However, although General Ling's complaint is weird, it makes sense. Is there a mistake in this book?

  Although He Lingchuan has never met Mr. Mai, he feels that he should be a cautious person, otherwise he would not run away and run ahead of him and Zhong Sunmou.

  Will such a cautious person get his main business wrong?

   If he remembered correctly, then Wan Dahu privately swallowed the extra blood beads?

  He Lingchuan took out the ruby ​​finger wrench again.

  Jade is good jade, with tiny lines on it, which look like capillaries. But the ring is not a storage ring, it's just an ordinary finger ring, it just looks good on it.

  General Ling subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked the scroll, which is the habit of goats touching paper and grass.

   But there was something on the painting that was licked off by it.

  The bright red seal.

"Huh?"

  He Lingchuan picked up the seal and found that it was a layer of soft leather paper, very tough and not easy to break.

   Is this thing movable and detachable?

  He stretched out his hand to press the screen again.

  Frozen, the painting is just a painting, the small space inside is gone.

  The remaining few things on the screen are also frozen and turned into still life sketches.

  It turns out that the things in the painting can come true because of this strange red seal?

  He Lingchuan took a closer look, and the seal was written with the word "preservation", in the language of ancient immortals.

  He put the seal on again, and the things in the painting can be taken out again.

  This thing is interesting.

  He Lingchuan took another piece of paper, drew a picture of a chicken pecking rice, and pasted the seal on it.

  Will the chick be caught?

  Experiments have proved that it cannot.

  Painting is painting, and what you paint cannot be "taken out".

  But they obviously took out the red beads and account books.

  He Lingchuan's heart moved, he went to the kitchen to grab a handful of rice, and when he came back, he pressed it on the painting.

  The rice grains disappeared.

   One person and two monsters looked closely, and there were many rice grains around the chicken in the picture.

   Before He Lingchuan reached out his hand, a caramel-colored tiger-skin paw stretched out beside him, digging and digging in the painting.

   One person and one sheep watched a tiger paw appear in the screen, scratching and picking at the simplified chicken.

  When Jiao Yu reached back his front paws, there were indeed more than a dozen grains of rice lying on the palm rest.

   "It turns out that only external things can be put in and out." He Lingchuan took off the red seal, "When you tear this thing apart, it seals things inside. Interesting."

  Even in today's era of weak law, there are still many strange props.

   Closer to home, turn your attention back to the ledger.

  Jiao Yu browsed with big tiger eyes, and suddenly said: "These account books have time, quantity, and harvesting location, but no delivery location."

   "Master Jiao, be careful! This is because there is no need to record the location of the delivery." He Lingchuan knew it at a glance, "That is to say, they only trade here."

  Jiao Yu couldn't believe it: "Could it be that there is only one team for hunting monsters?" Otherwise, there should be a team recorded in the ledger.

   "They must have a magic weapon in their hands." Only then can they commit crimes all over Chiyan in a short period of time.

  General Ling was also stunned: "Can't you? Didn't the old man sweeping the yard say that people often come to see Mr. Mai?"

   "Maybe it's a cover?" He Lingchuan thought for a while, "Mr. Mai also does ordinary business."

   At this point, he explained to the two demons: "These information will not be shared with Zhong Sunmou for the time being. I always feel that it is too strange for him to appear here suddenly."

   Hey, bangdi~~~ Happy Lantern Festival!

  Do you eat glutinous rice **** or dumplings today?

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