When the book-traveling little detective meets the two-faced prince

Upon hearing this report, the eldest boss was obviously surprised, even his face changed. He looked in the direction of the door, and after confirming that it was really the owner of the manor, he immediately walked to the door with the third boss.

The two stood at the front, clasped their hands and said respectfully, "Hello, Master!"

After the second in command and the owner of the manor walked into the house, the second in command stood in a row with the first and third in command.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Xiao Yihuo returned to Lin Lezhi's side. The young man also stood with them, standing on the left side of Lin Lezhi's body, looking back and forth at Xiao Yihuo and Lin Lezhi.

Seems to be confirming something.

Lin Lezhi noticed the young man's expression and thought to himself, "Has he been recognized?" But then he changed his mind and realized that it would be strange if he could be recognized after smearing his face like that.

Yang Hancai has always been concerned about Xiao Yihuo's physical condition.

Lin Lezhi moved closer to Xiao Yihuo and said in a low voice, "You were very brave just now."

Xiao Yihuo glanced at Lin Lezhi without saying anything, and turned his gaze to the owner of the manor at the door.

The owner of the manor wore a black mask and his features could not be seen clearly. He was not tall, but he had a strong aura and looked very majestic.

The soles of his shoes are also slightly higher than others.

The eldest boss stepped forward and said with a smile: "Everything is running normally in this manor. I wonder if the owner of the manor is here for something important?"

The boss had just been playing with a knife, and he had not had time to put it away, so he held it conspicuously in his hand.

After taking a look, the owner of the manor walked up and slapped the boss hard in the face.

"Bastard thing!"

The eldest master was so frightened that he immediately knelt down, looking extremely panicked, and clasped his fists and said, "Master, I don't know what I did wrong to make you angry."

The owner pointed at the knife in the boss's hand and said angrily, "It's already this time, and you're still playing with this? Do you know that the government has already set its sights on this place?"

The boss looked panicked.

"No government officials have approached here. Can you please tell me what happened?"

"Would a government official write the word 'official' on his face?"

The owner of the manor snorted coldly, walked to the chair and sat down. He took a deep breath and said angrily, "Yesterday, a skeleton appeared out of nowhere in the abandoned house in Zhouqing Town. The skeleton held a cigarette in its hand and cried out its injustice to the sky. Now the whole Zhouqing Town has heard that the skeleton came out to cry out its injustice and the murderer was Ya Ren Zhuang. How do you explain it?"

The boss knelt all the way until he arrived in front of the owner of the manor.

"Impossible! We haven't left the manor in recent times. How could we go out and kill people? This must be an injustice, an injustice!"

"In this whole village, you are the only one who likes to carve words on other people's heads. If it's not you, then who else could it be?"

"Master, this is even more unfair. My second and third brothers can testify that I have never left this manor."

The second in command stood in front of the owner of the manor and said respectfully, "Master, my elder brother has indeed not been out recently."

"If you have never been out, who went to the coffin shop to order these things!" The owner of the manor took out a pile of paper money for the dead from his arms and threw it into the air. After flying in the air, the paper money fell to the ground.

The ghost money was reflected in the boss's eyes. Even though he was a big man, he couldn't hide the fear in his heart.

The eldest boss knelt forward a few steps, grabbed the trouser leg of the manor owner and said in panic: "Manor owner, this is even more unfair. We have never sold the manor, how can we order these ghost money? Besides, we have always only done business with the living, why do we need these dead people's stuff!"

The second in command bent down, picked up a banknote on the ground, and rubbed it in his hands for a while.

"Master, every time our farm goes to town to purchase, we are accompanied by brothers from the farm. We only buy what the farm needs and do not stay in town for too long. We also have someone to record everything in the account. Master, you can send someone to get the account book and we will know the truth from the falsehood after reading it."

"Yes, Master, you can tell by looking at the account book. Thank you for reminding me, second brother."

The owner of the manor did not say anything, but just waved his hand and asked the people in the manor to do it. Then he kicked away the boss's hand, leaned back in his chair and took a short rest.

The boss fell to the ground with a thud, unable to recover for a while.

The second in command patted the first in command on the back, motioning him to get up. The first in command then wiped the sweat from his forehead and slowly stood up.

After a while, the account book was presented to the owner of the manor.

The owner of the manor opened the account book and turned directly to the most recent record, his expression becoming more and more serious.

"How is it? Look carefully, is this the ghost money you ordered?" the owner of the manor asked sternly.

The first, second and third bosses were all panicked at once. They had never ordered any ghost money, but it was written in black and white in the account book, so how could they deny it?

In an instant, all three of them knelt on the ground.

The second in command said, "Master, we have indeed never ordered ghost money from the coffin shop. There must be something wrong. Master, please take a closer look."

The owner of the manor threw the account book in the second in command's face, "This is written in black and white, and you still want to deny it."

After the second in command picked up the account book and looked at it, he found that there was indeed a record of purchasing at the coffin shop, but the handwriting was different.

"Master, these handwritings are different from the previous ones. Someone must have deliberately framed the Ya Ren Zhuang."

After saying that, the second in command handed the account book to the owner of the manor again with both hands.

The third master said quickly: "The account book is not strictly supervised on weekdays, and the brothers in the village can get close to it. There must be a spy inside. Please give us some time to investigate this matter."

"You guys, you are not careful enough in normal days, but now you can't even handle such a small matter. What's the use of you?" The owner took a few deep breaths and then said, "I'll give you some time to investigate. By the time you find out, the government officials will have sneaked in!"

After saying this, the owner of the manor looked at the refugees beside him, almost out of breath, and pointed at the people beside him and said, "What's wrong with these refugees? Why don't you take them to the dungeon?"

The Third Master clasped his fists and said, "Master, I was originally going to take these refugees to the dungeon, but there happened to be a wounded person in the team, and the one who can heal him happened to be with my eldest brother, so I brought him here. Master, please forgive me, I will take them down now."

As he said this, the third in command was about to ask someone to take the refugees away.

"Wait a minute!" The owner of the manor looked at the refugees who were about to leave, thought for a moment, then raised his hand and said.

The Third Master turned around, clasped his fists and said respectfully, "Master, do you have any other instructions?"

The owner of the manor glanced at the homeless people through the black veil, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "I heard that this incident not only alarmed the government, but also alarmed the cunning detective Jiang Lian'an. Maybe he has already sneaked in. Have you checked the people who came here carefully?"

"This……"

Several heads looked at each other, shook their heads, and then looked in the direction of the refugees with their eyes darkening.

Hearing this, Lin Lezhi's heart began to panic, and his hand touched the smoke-cloud scar on the inside of his left arm, just above his wrist.

Xiao Yihuo's eyes darkened a little, but his gaze did not look around.

The anti-counterfeiting mark on Jiang Lian'an is not too easy to recognize.

How could I forget about this?

Is Jiang Lian'an a serious person? He goes out to solve cases and shows his scars to others every day?

I'm going to die. There's really no way to survive!

If you go looking for death now, will it be too late to turn back?

Or can it be reopened?

Just when Lin Lezhi didn't know what to do, the young man next to him suddenly grabbed Lin Lezhi's wrist, accurately grasped the scar, and signaled with his eyes that Lin Lezhi should not move.