Uncle Detective Di Renjie, I build a crime-solving team

Outside the city of Lhasa.

Inside an oxcart.

The young man, wrapped in gauze like a dumpling, opened his eyes. The bumpy journey had left him feeling unwell all over, and his old injuries were throbbing. The shock had woken him up, but he was still uncomfortable.

Miha, the deputy commander of the Wind Riders, loosened some of the bandages on his body and sighed softly.

“We have escorted you all the way here, and now it’s time for you to leave. We cannot expose ourselves to the public eye.”

The gauze was gradually removed, revealing the man's face inside.

Barkley recognized the face very well, but he wasn't there right now. If he had seen the man's face with his own eyes, he would have known immediately that another bloodbath was about to break out.

There is no other reason.

This man is Kalley!

After he was captured by the Wind Riders for his work as a traitor in the Tang Dynasty, he was eventually imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice.

More than half a month ago, the Ministry of Justice prison was attacked, and he was rescued by these guys whose identities were unknown.

These people, dressed in the attire of the Great Zhou Dynasty and with their faces covered, rescued him. He was eventually escorted here, but he never knew their identities.

"Can you tell me who you are, my benefactor?"

Kalai spoke with difficulty, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Miha shook his head helplessly and said in despair, "I... am nothing but a slave of a conquered nation."

Kalai saw Miha's despair and, thinking of their own predicaments, couldn't help but feel distressed.

His situation was no better than Miha's; as a spy, he managed to escape from the enemy's prison and eventually even returned safely to his hometown.

He was well aware of what he would face next.

Even if the Tibetan king did not suspect that he had defected to the enemy, the Tibetan ministers would not let him go, because he had given the Tang Dynasty a handle to use against him at any time.

"Before I came, I sent a message to your family, and they should have already sent someone over."

“If you are truly the eldest son and grandson of the family, and the future head of the family, then they will definitely come to save you.”

Miha got out of the oxcart, took two steps, and then turned back.

"We have shared joys and sorrows along the way. I hope you will not let me down and will do your best to persuade the Tibetan king to strengthen his belief in attacking the Tang Dynasty."

"If I could truly witness the Tang Dynasty being destroyed by Tibet due to its internal weakness, then I would have no regrets even if I died."

Kalai bowed to Miha, a standard Tibetan nobleman's greeting.

“How could I, Kalai, not repay the life-saving grace bestowed upon you, sir?”

"Rest assured, sir, I will risk my life to persuade our Zanpu to attack the Tang Dynasty!"

Miha bowed slightly and then quickly left.

Dust rose in the distance as dozens of figures rushed over.

If Miha had left even a little later, he would have been spotted by the Tibetans who had come to visit.

The Tibetan leader, looking through the window of the oxcart, saw Kalai, who was unable to move inside, and was so overjoyed that he wept.

"My son!"

"I told you not to go out, but your foolish mother insisted on letting you experience some hardship. Now look what happened, you almost lost your life!"

"And that damned Barkley, he actually dared to send you to deliver the message, which caused you to get caught. Last time, that bastard ran too fast and I didn't catch him. Next time he comes back, I will definitely chop off his dog head with my own hands!"

The man in his fifties dismounted, not caring at all that his luxurious clothes would get covered in dust and mud, and quickly climbed back up to embrace his eldest son, Kalai.

The family's retainers bowed their heads, deeply moved.

As the heir of a prominent Tibetan family, Kalai could have lived a life of luxury and high official rank, but his husband and wife disagreed, and his wife insisted that Kalai go out and gain some experience.

This woman came from another prominent family and hoped her son would be more successful than her siblings' children, thus she aspired for him to become a dragon among men...

But his son already held a high-ranking official position, yet the lady was still not satisfied, which is why Kalai suffered such pain.

"Drive the oxcart back."

"Quick, quick, quick!"

"The news of my son's return must not be spread. I must go to the palace to see the king in person!"

“It’s already a miracle that my son came back alive. If anyone were to use those trivial matters to say that my son might have defected to the enemy, or that he might be involved in some kind of conspiracy…”

"I just lost it!!"

……

Half an hour later, Qi Nuxi looked at the man in front of her and sighed.

“In terms of relationship, you are my distant uncle. You should help me, not cause me trouble.”

The man was furious and said:

“Zanpu, in terms of relationship, Kalai is your younger brother!”

"He went out to gain some experience, but who knew that damn Barkley would send him to deliver a message."

"Aren't there enough people in the mission? Why did he specifically send my poor son back to deliver the message?"

"Who is he unhappy with? And why is he taking it out on my child?"

Qi Nu frowned upon hearing this.

After the man's reminder, he suddenly felt that there might indeed be something fishy going on.

Among all the high-ranking officials in Tibet, everyone knew that Kalai, who had become a high-ranking official at a young age, was his relative.

Nabakli was the deputy prime minister, a position of great importance among officials, and came from a Tibetan noble family. How could he not know that Kalai was a relative of the Zanpu (king)?

Even so, Barkley still sent Carly on the risk, and it's hard to say whether he had a problem with him.

"How is Kalai now?" Qi Nuxi asked softly.

"He's had a grueling journey and is now bedridden with injuries." The man said indignantly, "I have no problem with how the Emperor of Tang treated him, but I have a problem with Barkley."

The man wasn't unreasonable; he knew his son had done something like this in the Tang Dynasty, and it was good enough that he hadn't been beheaded.

It's already a miracle that he came back alive. If he uses that as a reason to resent the Tang emperor, people will only call him a complete idiot.

Since we can't resent the Tang emperor, we can only resent Barkley.

It seems that if Barkley hadn't been such an incompetent fool, his son wouldn't have suffered so much.

"Where are the people who rescued him? Are their identities reliable?"

"Your Majesty, the people who rescued my son did so because they saw his courage as a spy. My son said that those people are former generals of the Turks, and they are probably on their way back. Given their abilities, Your Majesty, it will probably not be easy for you to find them now."

"Turks?"

"Exactly."

"Can it really be determined?"

"If the king does not want to believe it, he can ask my poor son."

"Alright, if this is true, then we still have reinforcements within the Tang Dynasty!" Qi Nuxi smiled. "Find a suicide squad member; I need to contact the former Turkic Khan, Helu!"