Chapter 147 Investigation

Everyone didn't have time to eat, so they drove to Xuanmen Pavilion together.

Xuanmen Pavilion, Zhao Daotu has already come back. Although the old guy has got the sea and stone rotten spoon, he was not overwhelmed by this victory. Instead, he dealt with everything as soon as he returned to Xuanmen Pavilion, changed his clothes and hid things. Finally, he went to the kitchen to look at it several times and didn't have three drops on the floor. The wiped clean little white cat's blood stains were cleaned, and then he returned to his room and took out a sea withered stone spoon from under the pillow.

Withered sea, rotten stone, two strings of pendants, a string of blue as the sea, a string of bright and black as ink. The value of these two treasures made by blue jade and black rock jade is still secondary. Zhao Daotu knows that by combining these two things together, you can know the whereabouts of Hongyan jade.

Bamen Juyi, Zhang Qingyang killed Noda Pingzhi, and not only took the hot-blooded map from his hand, but also the red jade. In order to fight between the eight gates, Zhang Qingyang and Zhou Buddharong finally discussed and dedicated the hot-blooded map to the country, but the red jade was placed in a secret place by them, and this place Fang's clue is hidden in these two pendants.

For Zhao Daotu, the other three pieces of jade are still a little illusory. After all, these three pieces have not appeared for hundreds of years or thousands of years, but the beauty jade is different. The beauty jade appeared 70 years ago, so the probability of finding it is very high, which is also why Zhao Daotu can't wait to get the sea dead stone. Because of the rotten spoon, he was afraid that the yellow finch would take the lead, and then everything would be late.

Zhao Dautu looked at these two pendants carefully, and he was a little intoxicated.

After struggling for so many years, he finally saw a glimmer of hope from four pieces of precious jade. Zhao Daotu couldn't help sighing and even began to doubt what his master had said in those years. If he gathered, he would live and die. It was simply a fart. Now Zhao Zheng is dead, but he was fired.

Zhao Daotu's greed overflowed again.

Unexpectedly, you can get all the clues of your own beauty jade, so what about the other four pieces of Baoyu? It is said that the people who can get these four pieces of precious jade are a blessed person. Now that I have got it, I am naturally good at it.

Zhao Daotu was very happy. He rubbed two or two strings of pendants and couldn't put it down. As for Zhao Zheng's death, he had already forgotten to go out of Jiuxiaoyun.

Just as Zhao Daotu was still in a dreamlike situation, there was a knock outside the door.

"Big brother, big brother, I'm Qihu!"

The voice of Yang Qihu.

At this moment, everyone has arrived at the door of Xuanmen Pavilion. According to everyone's plan on the road, this time when he comes to Xuanmen Pavilion, Yang Qihu's responsibility is to open Zhao Daotu. Of course, Zhao Daotu was injured and frightened yesterday. Anyway, it is very necessary to go to the hospital for an examination, which is also Yang Qihu. What you mean, and after Zhao Daotu left, everyone will start looking for clues in Xuanmen Pavilion. Of course, the focus is on the two kittens.

Whether you can find Zhao Daotu's flaws may be the only hope.

Zhao Daotu was shocked. Although he knew that something had happened on his side, Yang Qihu would definitely come to have a look, he didn't expect Yang Qihu to come so early. Zhao Daotu looked at the time. At 6:30 in the morning, most people were still asleep.

Zhao Daotu was thrilled. He immediately packed up his night clothes and sea withered stone rotten spoons, put it into the dark compartment in the wall, and then put it back on the dress last night, messed up his hair, and wiped a little dust under his eyes. It looks like the old guy has been crying all night.

Zhao Daotu coughed twice softly, and the kung fu of the appearance was done, and the kung fu of the voice must not be sloppy.

Only by being realistic and showing no traces can we hide the truth from the sea. For Zhao Daotu, it is definitely an extraordinary period, and it can't be taken lightly.

"Big brother, big brother..."

Seeing that Zhao Daotu hadn't made a sound for a long time and didn't open the door, Yang Qihu was a little worried, and the sound of knocking on the door also became louder.

Zhao Daotu did not dare to delay and quickly went downstairs, but when he arrived at the living room, he slowed down.

When Yang Qihu put his hand on the door for the third time, the door of Xuanmen Pavilion finally opened.

As soon as the door opened, Yang Qihu saw Zhao Daotu's pale and haggard face. His heart softened at that time, and tears swirled in his eyes.

"Big brother!"

Yes, Yang Qihu's most precious and favorite person is Yang Mei, but his brotherly feelings for Zhao Daotu also come to his heart. Now he is really sad to see Zhao Daotu like this.

Fortunately, Yang Qihu only saw Zhao Daotu now. If he had seen this old man at the beginning, it might not have been possible for him to promise Huang Que and others to come here to explore this 'ridiculous' method.

"Qihu!" Zhao Daotu's voice was extremely hoarse, and there was endless choking in the hoarseness. After saying it, he burst into tears.

Everyone quickly entered the Xuanmen Pavilion. Because they came for a purpose this time, everyone did not pay too much attention to Zhao Daotu's sadness. Anyway, Yang Qihu was also comforting them. They looked everywhere, hoping to find some clues.

"Brother, does it matter to you?" Yang Qihu held Zhao Daotu and let him sit on the master's chair.

Zhao Daotu shook his head, "It doesn't matter to me, but, positive, positive..."

Zhao Daotu covered his face and looked very painful.

"Big brother, you don't have to be sad anymore. Don't worry, I, Yang Qihu, will do my best to find the murderer. Big brother, the most important thing now is your own body, you know? Let me see your wound."

Zhao Daotu had no choice but to untie his clothes. The yellow finch couldn't help taking a look. Sure enough, Zhao Daotu's wounds were just skin trauma. After a night, now, they have blood scars.

The murderer is a master who is good at using the Five Poisons. This man came to Xuanmen Pavilion. Why did he be so cruel to Zhao Zheng, but only understate Zhao Daotu? This is obviously not in line with the situation at that time. Even if the murderer did not want to kill at that time, did he use all his strength to kill Zhao Zheng? Could it be Zhao? After Daotu came over, he immediately relaxed his strength, and then just gently grabbed Zhao Daotu's body?

The suspicion in the heart of the yellow finch began to rise suddenly.

He stared at Zhao Daotu, but he really couldn't see a flaw from the old guy's face.

Zhao Daotu is so good at acting.

"Brother, I'll accompany you to the hospital!" Yang Qihu saw the wound on Zhao Daotu's body. He fought hard for so many years. Based on his experience, he knew that this kind of wound was almost nothing serious. However, it was necessary to go to the hospital for examination at ordinary times. Besides, this time, all the spearheads were aimed at Zhao Daotu. It can be said that these juniors were not allowed. After a good investigation, they will not give up. In addition, Yang Qihu also hopes to give Zhao Daotu an innocence.

In Yang Qihu's heart, he has always thought that Zhao Daotu is innocent until now. What he wants most now is to let the younger generation like Huang Que Yang Mei also give up their doubts about Zhao Daotu.

The starting point of the yellow finch is different from that of Yang Qihu, but now it is the same idea to let Zhao Daotu go to the hospital.

"Qihu, it's all minor injuries. It's really not in the way."

Zhao Daotu's expression can't be seen at all.

Yang Qihu shook his head and said, "What a small injury? I heard from the sparrow that the eldest brother died under the evil skill of the Five Dead Hand. Since that person also hurt you, I think it's better to go to the hospital for a check-up. Brother, I know you are very painful and sad now, but you also want to make me feel at ease as a second brother? "

Zhao Daotu understands that if you don't go to the hospital with Yang Qihu this time, you will never make a difference.

Last night, Zhao Daotu was a little worried about the word 'white' written by Zhao Zheng before his death, but now in Zhao Daotu's view, there is no worries. The blood stains in the kitchen have been treated spotlessly, and his night clothes and sea withered stone rotten spoons are also placed in the dark compartment, except for himself. Outside, others can't find it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Daotu nodded, "Qihu, then big brother will trouble you."

"Brother, what are you talking about? Shouldn't I take care of you?" Yang Qihu helped Zhao Daotu and slowly came to the door. Before leaving, he said loudly to the living room, "Sparrow boy, eyebrows, and you juniors, tidy up the Xuanmen Pavilion for your uncle."

Yang Qihu's words are a pun. In his words, there is naturally a meaning to let Huang Que and others tidy up the living room. Of course, it is more to want Huang Que and Yang Mei and others to investigate. This is the last opportunity. If you miss this opportunity, it is impossible to give them this opportunity again. In a word, Yang Qihu did this. He wanted the yellow sparrow and raised his eyebrows to give up completely, and his heart completely believed in Zhao Daotu.

Anyway, there is nothing to investigate here. Why does Yang Qihu let these juniors always remember this matter in their hearts? Some things are better to be clear. If the yellow finch Yangmei and others have always suspected Zhao Daotu, and Yang Qihu is stuck in the middle, it will only be more uncomfortable.

Looking at Yang Qihu and Zhao Daotu getting into the car, everyone suddenly got busy.

The yellow finch and the king cannon began to enter Zhao Zheng's room, hoping to find the clues left by the murderer, and the girls led by the little demon specially started to the two kittens in the sense of raising their eyebrows.

I haven't worked as a detective, and I don't know whether the starting point of myself and others is right or not. However, everyone seems to be interested all of a sudden. Huang Que's heart is still much closer to Zhao Daotu. However, he also wants to figure out everything about the matter. He really wants Hope, all this is just a misunderstanding.

Zhao Zheng's room got almost nothing.

Wang Pao was a little discouraged, but the yellow finch frowned, lit a cigarette, took two sips, wiped his hands, and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to wash my hands."

The kitchen of Xuanmen Pavilion is connected to the bathroom, making full use of the resources of every place.

The yellow finch walked into the kitchen, washed his hands, and stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. He looked at himself carefully. Now there are really many more mysteries in his mind. He used to be the second uncle, but now there is an uncle. After all, it involves the lives of Sun Haihong and Zhao Zheng. If this matter doesn't come out, everyone will I will hold it in my heart for the rest of my life.

What is the truth?

The yellow finch kept asking itself.

He sighed and took a heavy sip of smoke.

The yellow finch walked out of the bathroom and glanced at the decorations in the kitchen. It was spotless and very clean. This was Zhao Zheng's style, but at this moment, a kitchen knife was thrown on the chopping board.

For some reason, a very subtle feeling came to his mind, and he couldn't help walking towards the kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife was also cleaned. The yellow finch picked up the kitchen knife, looked at it carefully, and slowly inserted it on the knife rack next to it.

His eyes fell on the chopping board again. The chopping board was wooden, and the middle position had been collapsed a lot by years of cutting. The yellow finch glanced over and suddenly saw a deep knife mark. He touched it with his hand. The knife mark was new and was cut up with great force. , put down a heavy hand.

Cut the bone? Chop beef tendon? The yellow finch can cook. That's what he can think of. The yellow finch put out the cigarette. He put his hands on the chopping board and suddenly picked up the chopping board. The bottom of the chopping board was also clean, but suddenly there was one more thing.

The yellow finch put the chopping board aside, pinched two fingers and picked up such an inconspicuous thing. It was a white hair, or a white hair. The white hair was very soft, and the yellow finch could not tell what kind of animal it was.

At this time, the voice of raising eyebrows came from the living room, "I found Xiaohei, I found Xiaohei!"

The yellow finch suddenly turned around and went out of the kitchen.