Red Heart Survey

Compared with the capitals of other countries, Xin'an City is not grand.

Not to mention comparing it with Yongguo, even Dingwu City, the capital of Moguo, can't compare.

When Zhuang Guo Taizu Zhuang Chengqian established the capital in Hualin County, the country was still poor and white.

After several generations of operation, they gradually accumulated some family property, and successively repaired and expanded. But this capital city can't get rid of that petty air.

A minister proposed to tear down and rebuild the city, but Du Ruhui stopped it.

Du Ruhui remonstrated: "The solidity of mountains and rivers and the weight of a country lie in the absence of people and in the presence of the king in the city."

Zhuang Gaoxian accepted it readily, and said that if the country is not strong for a day, the capital city will not add a brick.

When Lin Zhengren came to the city cautiously, what he saw was a sharp and flamboyant figure sitting on the tower with a spear horizontally. Like a door god, guarding Xin'an.

The torrential rain last night has passed, and the sun is rising at this time.

Breaking free from the long night, the sun shone so brightly on me.

He shot here alone to show that he is sitting in this city, so that the people of the country can feel at ease.

No matter what opponent, no matter what enemy, it is impossible for him to take a step into Xin'an City until his gun is broken.

Lin Zhengren narrowed his eyes.

It's too harsh. he thinks.

But he had to admit that when he saw Zhu Weiwo slashing his gun across the tower, the anxiety in his heart had dissipated.

Now Xin'an City is very safe. I wish I could bring people such a feeling.

"Brother Zhu!" He greeted without being humble.

Zhu Wei I just glanced at him and didn't say anything.

Lin Zhengren's expression was very calm, he always knew that Zhu Weiwo looked down on me.

"Under the order of Lord Jijiu, I have returned from the frontline battlefield to investigate the current situation of the capital."

He still explained something to Zhu Wei, and then said to the guards standing in front of the city gate with their heads held high: "Where is the place where Dong Yu was murdered? Take me to see the situation at the scene."

The long street where the battle took place has been completely blocked, and all clues have been preserved as much as possible. Because the strongest people in Zhuangguo are not in the capital, and the death of the dignified deputy prime minister must have a result, so the scene can only be sealed up, waiting for those big men to return.

Households on both sides of the long street can only enter and exit through the back door until the blockade is lifted.

Dong A's head and limbs were severed, and his body remained on the long street without being moved.

The two juniors who returned to Xin'an City together turned pale.

Lin Zhengren was expressionless, and carefully examined the details of Dong A's body.

None of the items, including the storage box, had been touched by anyone, and the two rulers were lying beside his dead hand.

At the center of the chest on the torso, there is a cyan jade, which is not very expensive.

The incisions on the limbs and head were very smooth, and the murder weapon was a sword, a very sharp sword, which cut off the body of a cultivator with supernatural powers, but encountered almost no resistance.

On the severed limbs and head, there are long and thin openings, which should be caused by needle-shaped instruments, but they are thicker than ordinary needles...

Lin Zhengren observed very carefully, and even checked Dong A's hair several times before getting up to inspect the entire battle environment.

The torrential rain last night washed away many traces, but some traces cannot be washed away by heavy rain.

Such as broken floor tiles, such as traces left by various Taoism...

Lin Zhengren bent down, picked up a lump of tarnished objects at his feet, and rubbed his fingers to confirm that it was a piece of rotten wood.

"Go back and send a message to the sacrificial wine first." He turned around and told the two junior brothers: "Dong Xiang was killed, the murderer was only one person, and he has now escaped. Xin'an City is now safe with my senior brother Zhu Wei sitting in the town. No worries in the rear , please rest assured to fight on the front line."

The military situation was urgent, and this trip was mainly about Lin Zhengren. The two juniors of the National Academy of Sciences were ordered to fly to the front in a hurry.

Lin Zhengren was very patient, and walked back and forth four times from the street to the end of the street, making sure that he did not miss any details.

Finally, he walked up the tower and walked to Zhu Weiwo's side.

"Congratulations, brother." He greeted.

Zhu Wei I turned my head to look at him, quietly waiting for his next words.

"I carefully observed Dong Xiang's body. I found that his severed limbs and head had slender openings, which were caused by needle-like magic tools. I speculate that the effect of that magic weapon should be just enough to restrain Dong Xiang's endless supernatural powers."

Lin Zhengren had already prepared the draft, and slowly said: "This is enough to show that the murderer is completely targeting Dong Xiang. He is very familiar with Dong Xiang and has made targeted preparations."

Zhu Wei I still did not speak.

"Judging from the traces of the battle at the scene, I found that both sides in the war consciously controlled the scope and did not affect the people and residents on both sides." Lin Zhengren continued: "Dong Xiang is the deputy prime minister of the country, and it is natural to protect the people. For what?"

"I guess the murderer should also be from Zhuang country. At least he used to be from Zhuang country." He analyzed this point, and made a joke by the way: "Maybe, the murderer is a very good person."

Zhu Wei I was obviously not interested in his humor, without any expression on my face, I said lightly: "Tell me something I don't know."

Before Lin Zhengren, I must have inspected the scene of Dong A's death, and I would not miss the details that Lin Zhengren could see.

Lin Zhengren was not angry at Zhu Weiwo's impatience.

It's just that the expression became serious: "I wonder if you've heard of the whole family of the Lin family being wiped out?"

Zhu Weiwo's eyes also changed: "Is it related to this matter?"

"That person is also a cultivator with supernatural powers, and it is indeed possible to kill Prime Minister Dong. And..."

Lin Zhengren said: "There is one thing that everyone probably ignored at the time, or didn't pay much attention to it, and I did the same thing myself. That person broke into the Taoist temple of Wangjiang City and forcibly demanded a Taoist technique from the director of the Taoist academy, called Deadwood Jue!"

Zhu Wei and I contacted the scene almost instantly: "Are you sure it's the same Taoism?"

"The power is much stronger, but it is definitely from the same source. That kind of power... I am very familiar with it."

Speaking of this, Lin Zhengren was also quite annoyed, why didn't he pay attention to the Kuchimu Jue at that time, how could it be a simple Taoism that could be favored by a cultivator with supernatural powers? There must be hope for the potential that the director of Jiangcheng Taoist Academy has not discovered!

He continued: "Fu Baosong of the State Council has also practiced this technique, so we should be able to confirm this matter."

Zhu Weiwo's voice became obviously serious: "So what do you know about this person?"

"I was very surprised at the time. For some reason, that man seemed to hate my younger brother Zhengli so much that he was determined to kill him. Moreover, he deliberately chose the way to drown him. This reminded me that there was a Feng Disciple of Lincheng Daoist Academy, borrowed your senior brother’s salary, and came to block the door of my Lin clan.”

Zhu Weiwo was expressionless, but the air around him had become scorching hot.

Lin Zhengren's heart was like a flat lake, and he was not affected by Zhu Weiwo's attitude at all. He still used his own unique rhythm and said slowly: "My younger brother Lin Zhengli is just a dude in a small town. What can he do with the respected Dong Xiang?" What about the common connection? I just want to get one thing, one person, that young monk named Jiang Wang."

"Perhaps everyone in Fenglin City was not dead at that time. The one named Jiang Wang is back..."

"only……"

Lin Zhengren looked puzzled: "If that person is Jiang Wang, why did he kill Dong Xiang? Wasn't Dong Xiang his teacher at the time? Could it be that the incident in Fenglin City..."

He stopped here.

Suffice it to say.

Too much is too late.