Chapter 30 Faceless

"I'm tired, young man. You should also wrap up the wound. Sometimes a proper bleeding will make you clearer. The county magistrate walked out of the back hall and walked towards his residence.

Wu Song breathed his breath and seemed to have made some mistakes, but this is not the most important thing now. There is something else to do tonight.

Wu Song cheered up, stood up and walked to the official's class room.

"It's all back so soon. We thought the county magistrate was going to say a lot of things. He has always asked us about your situation recently." Officials said one after another.

"Oh, adults are tired, so I didn't say much. Brothers, you can't rest tonight. You have to work hard with me." Wu Song smiled bitterly.

"What's the matter? Let's go to the knife mountain and put into the oil pot, and we will all die." The crowd roared.

Wu Song nodded and said, "Who has the knife wound medicine?" The wound on my body is still bleeding.

"Doutou, I have it." One of the officials took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Wu Song. Everyone helped Wu Song remove his coat, bandaged the wound, and put on new clothes. The effect of the drug is good. There is only some blood faintly printed on the cloth wrapped in the wound, which seems to have basically stopped.

Wusong is very concerned about the medicine: "Where did you get your medicine? It works well."

The official almost bent down: "To be honest, this medicine is not mine, it's Li Wu's."

"Li Wu? Who is that?" Wu Song suddenly became interested.

"Li Wu was also an official here. He was still here when he first took office, but he immediately went to Beijing on a business trip. On the day you came back, Li Wu happened to be transferred. It seems that he has been transferred to the capital. It seems that there is someone on it. He forgot this medicine when he left, and the villain took it and used it.

The smell of this medicine is the same as that bought by Wu Song at the Ximen Pharmacy. The time when Li Wu left was also very concerned about it. However, Li Wu has left and has nothing to do with him for the time being. What matters now is to deal with what is still in Yanggu.

Wu Song waited for a while. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the wound, he said to everyone, "Thank you for your hard work. Come with me to the Guihua Building."

"Head, what are you doing there? How unlucky it is to eat in a dead restaurant."

"The dead man, who do you think is the dead man?" Wu Songdao.

"Yes•••••" Everyone obviously wanted to stop talking.

"It's me. To be precise, he is my stand-in. Someone in Guihua Building wants to kill me. This can't be over." Wu Song said calmly, "What did you do with the scene in the afternoon?"

To be honest, there are too many facts that happened today. Qi Si died, and the sedan chair on West Street was attacked. By the time your stand-in died in the afternoon, the brothers were already too anxious to free their hands. So I just put the Osmanthus Building under martial law, and the staff and cooks of the restaurant were brought back to the government office. That's what an official said.

"Where's the body?" Wu Song asked.

"The body is still parked in the Guihua Building, and the autopsy has not been performed yet. I was going to investigate the case in detail tomorrow.

Wu Song smiled bitterly in his heart. It seemed that if I really died, these people would not be in a hurry to punish the murderer. What's the matter?"

"The villain is here." A thin old man dodged out.

"Are you Yanggu? What's your name, please? Wu Song is very polite.

"Adults keep doing errands and haven't stayed in the county government for a few days. It is normal for the villain to be with the deceased all day long and not to know the villain. The villain's name is An Daoman. The old man is very polite.

"Then it's annoying for Lao An to accompany Wu Song away." Wu Song doesn't have much to say.

There are two officials next to carry out a "two-person lift". This "two-person lift" is also called "climbing tiger" in some places. In fact, it is a bamboo and rattan chair worn with two poles, which is very convenient for two people to carry one in front and one behind. Sitting with two people, they can directly enter some less spacious doors, which is really twice the result with half the effort.

Wu Song sat on the "two-person lift" and the two strong officials carried it and ran to the Osmanthus Building. Everyone's feet were fast, and soon they arrived. Wu Song was carried into the lobby of the Guihua Building. The bustling place in the past has become deserted. Tables and chairs are also placed aside, and a body covered with white cloth is placed in the middle of the lobby.

It was bumpy all the way, and the wound was a little painful, so Wu Song did not get up from the chair. Senior An, please." Wu Song said to Wu.

An Daoman did not refuse. He put on a heavy mask and white gloves and uncovered the white cloth on the body. Wu Song stretched out his neck and looked at it and was secretly shocked. When I first saw Ma Sanzhi, I just felt close to myself, but now looking at his body is like looking in the mirror again. Although Ma San has died, it has not been long. Wu Song seems to be a soul looking at his sleeping body. This feeling is wonderful and strange.

"It's really a good stand-in. It looks really close. It seems that he may be faceless." An Dao said lightly, but the autopsy's hand did not stop.

"Faceless? Elder An, the younger generation is stupid. I don't know what this faceless person is?"

"Oh? You don't know where your stand-in comes from. An Daoman stopped the movement in his hand and turned to look at Wu Song.

Wu Song thought for a while and decided to tell him sincerely: "To tell the truth, this golden cicada's plan and stand-in were all handled by the late Qi Si for me."

"Oh, Qi Si, he didn't tell you who invited?"

"I also noticed something wrong at that time, but Qi Si said that he was a temporary stand-in anyway. There was no need to ask. I was eager to get out at that time, so I didn't think so much." Wu Song told the truth.

"Speaking of this faceless person, the old man is talking too much." An Daoman sat next to the body, faced Wu Song, took off a glove and took off the mask. Faceless is a very mysterious organization with many members, which is said to be in every state capital. Even in the Song Dynasty, there were traces of them in neighboring countries. But it is difficult for you to find that there are faceless people around you, and every faceless person is proficient in transfigation. This kind of change is not only about the face, but only changes the appearance and clothes, and does not change the body shape. This low-level change can only be called makeup, which is far from reaching the level of faceless people. Faceless people can be dressed up as old people, and women can dress up as old people, like running water, with no shape and no face. Probably because of this, they are called faceless people.

"What is the purpose of establishing such an organization?" Wu Song became curious.

"I don't know. Judging from the faceless examples I have heard of, they are all doing some business to eliminate disasters for others with money. Andao shook his head: "They have existed for hundreds or even thousands of years. As for what they are going to do, I'm afraid only the faceless themselves know."

"For such a long time, the members of the faceless will slowly die. How can they have new power?" Wu Song is becoming more and more interested in this topic.

"There will be abandoned babies everywhere; every war will bring many children who have lost their parents. They have no worries and there is no fetters in the world. They only have one kind of feeling, that is, anger, and they can only do one thing, that is, obedience. As long as there are people who have lost hope, the faceless will always exist. Andao said indifferently.

"The last question, Elder An, I have been wandering around the world for some years. I have never heard of faceless people. How can you know so much?" Wu Song's eyes stared at An Daoman.

An Daoman did not avoid Wu Song's eyes, and he was very calm and peaceful: "I used to be a doctor. I treat faceless people and heal people without faces. After saying more, An Daoman turned around and continued the autopsy.

Wu Song knew that even if he asked again, An Daoman would not say more. Qi Si found such a good stand-in to pretend to be himself. Even if the monitor is around every day, it is difficult to find the flaws. The most important thing is that when they met for the first time, Qi Si did not say that Ma San could dress so similarly. He just said that it could be about the same. Why did you hide so much from me? It's just a stand-in for 20 days.

Long thinking, accompanied by the collision sound of instruments during the autopsy.

Wu Song suddenly moved his mind. Yes, maybe Qi Si didn't want Zhen Wu Song to appear again at all. Since there is such a similar fake, why is it true? He can completely find an opportunity to kill himself and let Ma San come to be the head of Yanggu. In this way, for Qi Si, in Yanggu, it is even more unfavorable.

The last question, Faceless is such a mysterious organization, and I heard about it for the first time tonight. Qi Si took the initiative to put forward a stand-in plan and told himself confidently how long it would take to find a stand-in. Such certainty, without any uncertain words and promises, it means that it is not difficult for Qi Si to contact the members of this mysterious organization. Then if you think so, combined with Qi Si's thoughts and faceless Wu Song got a bold inference: Qi Si is also a faceless person.

If that's the case, everything will make a statement.

"The cause of death has been identified. The fatal wound was in the Baihui hole above the head. The incision is a very small hole. I can't see any blade. In my opinion, it is more like a cat's claw. But no matter what it is, this move is extremely fast, so there is almost no blood and brain plasma flowing out. If it is a novice, it may not be able to find out the cause of death. In addition, it can be seen from the residue in his mouth that the deceased was drugged and lost his ability to move before he was attacked like this. An Daoman said while wiping his hands.