Flying Dagger

On the way home.

Fang Yu touched the ' Robe Agent ' token in his hand and sighed.

This job in the Embroidered Robe Bureau is indeed not easy. Judging from Xu Ning's appearance, he must be under immense pressure and is now trying to deceive his superiors.

This Embroidered Robe Bureau is not a county government office; finding a scapegoat is certainly useless. On the contrary, it might anger the higher-ups and bring about one's own death.

Of course, if the higher-ups are also looking for a scapegoat, then that's a different story, just like the case of Sun Laizi.

However, Fang Yu is now unable to predict good or bad fortune, so he cannot determine whether Xu Ning acted on his own initiative or whether it was at the behest of his superiors.

If he were to do it, not to mention where he would find three "Hui Barbarian," even if he did find them and handed them over, the consequences would be unpredictable. If his superiors blamed him, he, as the executor, would have to take the fall.

Or rather, Xu Ning was looking for someone to take the blame in order to relieve his own pressure.

"Ugh! They won't even let a single day of peace pass by!"

Fang Yu sighed. Now, all he could do was stall for time. If things got really bad, he'd just have to deal with whatever came his way.

At most, I'll just abandon this body, find another one, and start all over again.

*****

The case of Sun Laizi was quickly closed, and his body was laid to rest for three days before the funeral was held.

Fang Yu and his gang of hangers-on, as his good brothers during his lifetime, naturally had to go and pay their respects.

Amidst the sounds of suona horns, Sun Laizi's coffin was lifted, and the funeral procession headed out of the city.

Fang Yu, Zhou Daqing, and others followed behind, occasionally letting out a wail in mourning.

"Brother Fang, yesterday a few of us went to Barbarian Alley and found a few barbarians who looked similar to the portraits. Do you want to go take a look and see if they're the people Master Ning is looking for?"

After Zhou Daqing finished speaking, he let out a few more wails.

"Those Barbarian Alley in Great Long clan. If they were really the people Master Ning is looking for, they would have been arrested long ago. Why would you and I need to go and see them?"

Fang Yu gave Zhou Daqing a disapproving look.

"But Master Ning specifically told me before that we should go to Barbarian Alley!"

Zhou Daqing leaned closer as he spoke, "I think Master Ning just wants us to find a few barbarians to take the fall."

"Do you even need to tell me that?!" Fang Yu glared at Zhou Daqing. "If something goes wrong, will you take the blame, or will I?"

Zhou Daqing shrank his neck and stammered, "Of course it's a tall one!"

"Fuck you!" Fang Yu raised his hand to slap Zhou Daqing across the face, but before he could finish, Zhou Daqing covered his head and cried, "Brother Fang, I was wrong! Please forgive me for Sun Laizi's sake!"

Fang Yu's hand stopped abruptly when it was about to strike Zhou Daqing's head. It wasn't out of mercy, but because he sensed an unusual figure.

His gaze naturally turned to the roadside to his right. At that moment, a middle-aged man with an abnormal heartbeat and an unusual expression was staring intently at Sun Laizi's coffin, his hands hanging at his sides clenched into fists.

'This man's reaction to Sun Laizi's coffin suggests his death might be related to him. But judging from his appearance, he seems like an ordinary person, and his family must not be wealthy. Perhaps Sun Laizi bullied him in the past, and now that he sees Sun Laizi dead, he's agitated!'

Fang Yu thought this through, he changed his raised hand to a pointing gesture, "Do you see that person?"

Zhou Daqing followed Fang Yu's finger and looked in the direction he was pointing. "I see it."

Fang Yu said, "Send two quick-witted people to follow him and find out where he lives. Ask the neighbors what his name is and what his family does."

"Why are you asking about this?" Zhou Daqing asked immediately.

"Just do what I tell you to do, why all the fuss!" Fang Yu glared at him.

"Oh, I'll go keep an eye on it myself!" Zhou Daqing immediately pulled someone away from the funeral procession and mingled into the crowd by the roadside to keep an eye on that person.

Fang Yu followed the funeral procession to the outskirts of the city, watched as Sun Laizi's coffin was buried, licked a couple of handfuls of soil, and then returned to the city.

Zhou Daqing returned shortly after we stopped at our usual spot.

"Master Fang, I've found out. The man's Liu Dachui, and he's a craftsman!"

"That's all?" Fang Yu frowned.

"Ah!" Zhou Daqing nodded and said, "Just a lousy craftsman, what's there to ask about?"

"That makes sense!" Fang Yu nodded and said, "Take me to his house!"

"Alright!"

Zhou Daqing led the way, and the two arrived at the west side of the city, entered an alley, and came to the vicinity of a courtyard.

"That's the courtyard in front!"

"Okay!" Fang Yu nodded. "Alright, you can go back now!"

"Huh!" Zhou Daqing felt a little confused. He wanted to ask again, but after seeing Fang Yu's glare, he decisively turned around and left.

After sending Zhou Daqing away, Fang Yu walked past the courtyard gate, sensing everything within a three-zhang radius around him with his Divine Thought. Soon, he stopped, squatted down, and looked at the soil beneath his feet. There was congealed blood in the soil, Fang Yu was certain that the blood belonged to Sun Laizi.

Fang Yu glanced at the courtyard gate, got up and continued walking towards where the body was found. Sure enough, he hadn't gone far when he sensed blood dripping on the ground. Following the blood, he quickly arrived at the place where Sun Laizi had been dumped.

"It really was that Liu Dachui who dumped the corpse!"

Fang Yu thought to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.

People who commit crimes are usually very concerned about the condition of the deceased. Sun Laizi was being buried, Liu Dachui went to check on him and was detected by his Divine Thought, thus exposing himself.

Of course, if he really wanted to investigate, he could have followed the blood in the surrounding area to Liu Dachui's house that very day.

Now that Sun Laizi's case is closed, there's no need for him to investigate the real culprit anymore, but he still can't help but head towards Liu Dachui's house.

Because he was genuinely curious: who exactly killed Sun Laizi?

Why was the body mutilated in that way?

And they even stripped her naked?

What exactly did Sun Laizi do to deserve such retribution?

Returning to Liu Dachui's courtyard, Fang Yu confirmed that no one was around and sensed the situation inside the courtyard before climbing over the wall and entering.

The courtyard was small, filled with various stones and stone carving tools. There were only three rooms: a main room and two side rooms on the east and west sides.

At this moment, two people were talking in the west wing. One was Liu Dachui, and the other was a girl who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. The girl seemed to have been frightened and was huddled in the corner of the bed.

Liu Dachui, standing nearby, held a bowl of thin porridge and urged, "Qiao Jie, please eat some. That beast is dead, and the authorities have closed the case. You don't need to worry about your father anymore..."

Fang Yu on Qiao Jie's pretty face, Fang Yu had basically figured out why Sun Laizi had died. He guessed that he saw Qiao Jie on the street, followed her home, and tried to steal her away, but ended up losing his life.

While lost in thought, his Divine Thought enveloped another room, carefully probing it. Soon, he discovered a throwing knife hidden under a box.

"This is the murder weapon!"

Fang Yu entered the room silently, opened the box, took out the throwing knife, and examined it closely.

Its width was exactly two fingers, as thin as a willow leaf, and it had no tassel. It could easily pierce through a person's heart. Sun Laizi must have died because this flying knife pierced his heart.

As for the indiscriminate smashing, it was probably to cover up the wound from the throwing knife. However, Sun Dachui was too careless; he only hit the front and not the back.

As for why they stripped Sun Laizi of his clothes, it was probably because he was 'poor'!

Fang Yu's gaze fell on the clothes at the bottom of the box; they were Sun Laizi's clothes.

Sun Laizi's clothes were made of quite good material. In a world where a poor family might only have one pair of pants, a decent piece of clothing could be a family heirloom.

"Sigh! It's lucky they met me, otherwise, with Liu Dachui's methods, he would have definitely killed the whole family!"

Fang Yu sighed, packed up the clothes, casually placed an ounce of silver at the bottom of the box, and then got up to leave.