Bloody Kyoto

The atmosphere remained quiet for a while.

Fu Huaxia spoke up, explaining why she had come to see him: "Father, when can we leave this place?"

"I don't know." Fu Yanji genuinely didn't know, because he couldn't make the decision either.

All I could see were words, but suddenly I couldn't read a single one.

He didn't understand why Zheng Jiaojiao was so persistent with him, especially since he had pretended to be intimate with her back in Beijing.

But once they arrived in the mountains, he didn't put on any act at all, and his attitude towards her was extremely cold.

She's such a smart person, she couldn't possibly be unaware that he was heartless towards her.

Fu Yanji thought about the way she looked at him; it always gave him a very familiar feeling.

This look in their eyes didn't come after they became familiar with each other; it was there from the very first time they met.

Fu Yanji's mind was frozen on the image of the incredibly surprised look in her eyes when she first saw him, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Did she know him before this?

But when exactly?

"Dad, can you take me out for a walk?"

Fu Huaxia's voice brought Fu Yanji back to his senses, "Go out and wander around by yourself."

"Father, I want to travel to farther places, not just stay around here." Fu Huaxia grabbed his arm and shook it.

Fu Yanji removed his hand, "Father can't go either."

When they first arrived, Zheng Jiaojiao sternly told them not to cross the second peak.

Her expression was more serious than ever at that moment.

Thinking about it now, it's quite strange.

In particular, the road to the second peak was completely blocked by her men.

Not only the ground, but also the mountain peaks were covered with a net, and these arrangements were not made after they arrived.

It existed before that.

Not to mention that he couldn't get through, even a highly skilled martial artist couldn't get through.

Fu Yanji seemed to be deep in thought, feeling that there must be a secret on the other side of the mountain.

Perhaps he should try to go and investigate.

“Ah Hui, don’t go to any other mountains except for Thumb Peak.”

Yunji stood at the cave entrance, looking at the towering Index Finger Mountain not far away, and solemnly warned.

Zheng Jiaojiao glanced at the mountain peak, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes, and said obediently, "Second Master, don't worry, Ahui knows."

She would absolutely not let anyone else pass.

*

Upon receiving Zhao Laozu's letter, Zhao Moyan immediately asked Zhao Rongyuan for a group of people he had been secretly raising and brought them to Songli Town.

Seeing the ruins of the inn, he couldn't believe that Huo Lele was gone just like that, and immediately ordered people to dig out all the body parts.

He believed that even if it was just body parts, he could tell if it was Huo Lele.

While the group was digging, Yang Dabao, the magistrate of Songli County, hid to the side with his men.

"Sir, aren't we going out to help?" A constable nudged his superior, who was peeking around.

Yang Dabao was in his thirties, with a plump, round body and skin as white as a steamed bun, giving him a cheerful appearance.

Without turning his head, he said, "I am too broad to bend over, so I won't go and cause any trouble."

The constable rolled his eyes. "You can't bend over? We can!"

"Sir, you can give us your orders."

Yang Dabao turned around and glared at the bailiff who had spoken. "What nonsense are you talking about? Am I the kind of person who would enslave you without doing the work myself?"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the ruins again, muttering to himself, "They don't understand my good intentions at all, they're really clueless."

Yamen: "..."

What a load of nonsense! You're just afraid of provoking that expert who destroyed the inn.

"Sir, those who died in that inn were all common people. As the local official, we can't just ignore it."

"I am the magistrate of Songli County. Those who stay at this inn must not be ordinary citizens of Songli."

This means that he doesn't care about the people who aren't his own.

After exchanging glances, one of the constables quietly left. Yang Dabao didn't notice at all. He just stared at the body parts that the Zhao family had dug up, slowly squatted down, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The constables sensed something was wrong, and one of them crouched down to take a closer look. Sure enough...

Cried again.

He shrugged at the other constables and mouthed: "I cried."

The constables sighed silently and cried again. Their master was a complete crybaby, with an incredibly soft heart.

But I'm too timid to look directly at it.

Just like now, they are furious and sympathetic, but they dare not go out and deal with this inhumane murder case openly.

Zhao Moyan had noticed the commotion in the corner early on; he was quite familiar with the magistrate of Songli County.

It was mainly because I drank with Zhao Rongyuan a few years ago and heard him say it.

This man was extremely wealthy, but he himself was incompetent, so he obtained his official position by donating money.

The emperor originally offered their family a minor noble title, but they refused it and eventually accepted a county magistrate position.

Many people couldn't understand why he would give up a noble title and instead take the position of a county magistrate.

To be honest, he couldn't understand it when he heard about it.

But after hearing about the rich young master's achievements as a county magistrate, he gradually came to understand.

It turns out that this rich young master had a kind heart.

He felt that as long as he became an official, he would have the power to help many people.

In the end, he succeeded; no wrongful convictions or miscarriages of justice occurred in Songli County, and he earned the love and respect of the people.

However, he has one major flaw: he is timid, even to the point of being extremely pragmatic.

He dared not touch anything that was too dangerous for him to do, which earned him a reputation among those he had punished as a bully who preyed on the weak.

"Sir, please don't cry!" The constable kindly handed over a handkerchief.

Yang Dabao took the handkerchief, wiped away a tear, pinched out a snot, and handed it back to the yamen runner.

The constable: "..." He didn't want to answer.

In the end, he took it and tossed it behind him.

"Sir, if you are really too upset, please let us go out and help!"

"No!" Yang Dabao turned around abruptly to look at the constables who had been following him.

"Don't any of you have families? If you drag your families into this, you'll be devastated."

"I only have one older brother, I'm not afraid of being implicated, sir, I'll go!"

A man walked out from behind the alley. Everyone turned around and saw that it was Wang Xiangqian, the head constable of Songli County.

Yang Dabao was surprised to see him. "Didn't you take leave to go back to Beijing to see your brother?"

Wang Xiangqian is the younger brother of Wang Xiangyang, the head constable of the Jingzhao Prefecture.

"I came back early this morning, but I didn't report for duty." He didn't say why he didn't report for duty, but instead looked at the ruins of the inn.

"My lord, I will go and help."

Before Yang Dabao could object, he strode out.

Yang Dabao tried to pull him back, but when he saw Zhao Moyan turn around, he immediately shrank back.

His gaze then shifted to a constable, and he asked in a sinister tone, "You went to see Xiang Qian?"

The constable wasn't afraid of being stared at so menacingly, because he knew that his superiors were not scary at all.

He replied with a grin, "Sir, the incident occurred in Songli. Even if most of the dead were not from Songli, the innkeeper and the innkeeper's staff are from Songli. If the government does nothing about it, the people will be disappointed."

Upon hearing the people's disappointment, Yang Dabao became anxious, but still sternly rebuked them, "This is not to be repeated."