Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

After leaving the Zhai residence, Yan Wenjiu did not return home.

Because his mansion was empty, and no family members were waiting for him to return home.

For him, the Yan residence was just a house, not a home; it didn't give him the feeling of home.

He preferred to stay on the Dreamlike Pavilion, spending the night with the most popular courtesan, Qimeng, and paid millions of dollars a year to keep her as his long-term patron, just to get a good night's sleep.

"Lord Yan, I thought you wouldn't come tonight." The geisha, Qimeng, was wearing a sexy, light red robe nightgown, with Yan Wenjiu's head resting on her fair and smooth thighs.

Yan Wenjiu closed his eyes and said with a relaxed expression, "I had some things to take care of, which caused the delay."

Qi Meng lowered her head to tidy up Yan Wenjiu's hair on his forehead and chuckled softly, "Even if he was a little late or didn't come at all in the past, he would always send someone to inform us in advance. Why is tonight an exception?"

Yan Wenjiu buried his head between Qi Meng's legs, inhaling her comforting and familiar scent. His weary spirit seemed to find temporary release. He whispered, "I did something important."

"It's a pity that things were messed up, which may have some negative consequences. It's giving me a headache now. If I'm not careful, my bright future and my life could be ruined in one fell swoop."

Upon hearing this, Qi Meng lowered her head and touched the back of his head, asking with a smile, "With a big shot like Master Yan, what kind of person or thing could give you such a headache? The other party must be a very powerful person."

"Qimeng, knowing too much isn't good for you. Don't ask anymore. I don't want to lie to you." Yan Wenjiu wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his head in her legs, and said nothing more, quietly enjoying this brief moment of peace.

Qi Meng reached out and patted Yan Wenjiu on the back, softly singing: "One star, two stars, three stars hang on the windowpane, four stars, five stars, the stars in the sky are twinkling..."

Yan Wenjiu curled up and gradually fell asleep.

Qi Meng sang softly, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with affection for everyone she looked at. She sang and coaxed them like this for ten years. After Yan Wenjiu fell asleep, she would sleep next to him.

Yan Wenjiu spends millions of yuan every year to support her.

It's strange that he neither plays with her nor sleeps with her.

Yan Wenjiu simply came to see her every night, rested his head on her lap, and slept in her arms.

She had always thought Yan Wenjiu was a eunuch, and had even had a check-up done in private. His male function was indeed normal. But the strange thing was that Yan Wenjiu, as a normal man, was indifferent to her, this stunning beauty. He hadn't made her a complete woman in ten years, and she was almost an old maid.

Perhaps it was out of habit, or perhaps it was out of affection, but after spending day and night together, she truly fell in love with Yan Wenjiu. She even offered herself to him, only to be ruthlessly rejected by him.

For a long time, Yan Wenjiu didn't come again, but he still spent money to keep her.

So she didn't understand Yan Wenjiu's thoughts; she just felt that the man in front of her was very mysterious.

She became curious and wanted to know about Yan Wenjiu's past and present.

However, Yan Wenjiu kept his past a secret and never mentioned it to her in ten years.

She could clearly feel Yan Wenjiu's love, but she couldn't understand why he treated her this way. If he liked her, why couldn't he marry her? Did he look down on her because she was a geisha?

She had many questions, and every time she asked why he didn't touch her or why he didn't marry her.

Yan Wenjiu preferred to remain silent rather than lie to her.

Over time, Qimeng stopped asking.

The next morning, after Zhou Qingfeng drove back to the city, he did not choose to transport Yang Jianxin's body to the Plum Blossom Division of the Fifth Bureau of the Censorate, but instead sent it directly to his own residence.

The Luo family gang is now present in all five branches of the Plum Blossom Division, from top to bottom. They really brought the corpse back to the five branches of the Plum Blossom Division.

They probably don't even know that the Luo family gang has secretly sabotaged them.

With the departure of the gravedigger, there are no more special talents left to continue in-depth autopsies. However, it's not a big problem. It's just a matter of spending more money to fulfill a wish and go through the wishing process again.

Anyway, the world keeps turning no matter who's gone, and gravediggers aren't the only ones skilled in autopsy.

Following the same procedure, Yuanmeng hired another coroner and then gave Yang Jianxin's body to him for further examination to see if there were any other discoveries, and asked him to produce a detailed autopsy report as soon as possible.

Zhou Qingfeng then paid little attention to Yang Jianxin's body.

Since the new discoveries have been sufficient to prove that Yang Jianxin's death was not a simple case of murdering an official and plotting a rebellion, the next step is to try to catch the murderer who killed Yang Jianxin and pry some useful information out of the murderer.

Inside the main hall of the Plum Blossom Division of the Fifth Bureau of the Censorate, in the tea room.

Zhou Qingfeng took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the chair. On the tea table in front of him was a city map of Sword Tower City and a portrait of the murderer. He held a cup of lychee black tea and had a bamboo straw in his mouth: "Jin Wei, bring the weapon."

Jin Wei and Zhi Qi stood opposite him. Upon hearing their young master's call, they both bowed and clasped their hands in greeting: "We are here."

Zhou Qingfeng asked, "If you were criminals who killed an official in the street, knowing that the city lord's mansion was searching for you everywhere, and you couldn't leave the city, where would you choose to hide?"

Jin Wei clasped his hands in response: "In reply to the Commander, there are many places in the Sword Tower where people can hide. If I were a criminal, I would choose to hide in the slums, because the slums are home to a large number of undocumented immigrants, and almost no one cares about them."

"Moreover, the slums are densely populated and have a complex environment. I can blend into the crowd and use the chaos and mobility of the environment to hide my whereabouts. There will be no government officials there to check my identity and background."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded slightly in agreement: "Not bad, continue."

Jin Wei considered his words for a moment, organized his thoughts, and said with a fist and palm salute, "Taoist temples, Buddhist temples, and shrines in the city may also be hiding places for criminals. Occasionally, some religious temples will provide shelter for certain criminals."

At this point, Jin Wei was about to step forward and point to the map when he stopped. Zhou Qingfeng beckoned him to come closer and continue, saying that professional matters should be left to professionals.

Jin Wei did indeed have some talent for investigating cases, having previously worked as a junior officer in the Night Patrol Division.

Jin Wei pointed to an area on the topographic map of Jianta City and said, "Next is the commercial district and market. The bustling market and commercial street are constantly filled with people, which provides me with the opportunity to blend into the crowd."

“I can engage in small-scale trading or manual labor in the market to conceal my true identity.”

Then Jin Wei pointed to another spot on the map: "Brothels, riverside pleasure boats—these places are poorly regulated and involve a variety of illegal activities. I can easily find a place to stay here."

“There are also abandoned buildings, underground civilian shelters. There are always some abandoned or rarely visited places in the city that can serve as temporary hiding places.”

“For large construction sites, such as city wall repair, palace construction, and house renovation, I can participate as a temporary worker in order to obtain food and shelter.”