After working together for so many years, he knows more about his younger brother's nature than anyone else.

If you have a smooth flow, you can be at ease, but once you encounter a problem, you will become restless and impatient.

"Brother, I think if we don't solve this problem quickly, it will be full of dreams and create variables!" Li Sihu said, scratching his head.

"There are many dreams in the long night? Variables?"

He picked up the teacup and blew the bud tips floating on it. Li Sihai took a sip and then slowly said, "Second, this time he was actually controlled by a mere boy. I'm even more angry than you, and I want to find a few people to make him immediately!"

"But I can only think about this. He really can't move. Do you know why?"

"Brother, why?" In front of Li Sihai, Li Sihu pretended not to understand even if he understood it.

"We are now facing him, Chu Mufeng. Once he has any problems, the account will definitely be calculated on us."

"He is now a celebrity in the Security Department. If something happens, it will cause the anger of Cao Yunshan and Yan Ze. Can our Blue and White Hall withstand it?" Li Sihai shook his head.

"What should we do?" Li Sihu was a little unwilling.

"I have already gone to Director Kuang for this matter. He will greet Cao Yunshan. That is Chu Mufeng's immediate boss. Besides, I believe Chu Mufeng will not refuse the promise I made this time." Li Sihai said slowly.

“What promise?”

"As long as he is willing to let others go, from now on, the Blue and White Hall will never interfere with the competition between "Chu Bao" and "Blue and White" and will also give two cameras from the newspaper as apologies!" Li Sihai said lightly.

"Brother, are you going to bow your head to the boy named Chu and give up the Blue and White Newspaper?"

"Bow your head? Give up?"

Li Sihai stood up from the recliner, walked a few steps in the courtyard, and said calmly.

"The Blue and White Newspaper is just an industry we use to decorate our storefronts. We don't expect it to make much money. We can do it even when it does not close the door."

"Second, you have to remember that today is different from the past. Just fighting and killing is not enough! Our top priority now is not to compete with the Chu Bao, but the big discovery over there is the key."

Li Sihai raised his hand and pointed. For him, losing face is harmless, and losing the inside is a heavy loss.

"Yes, brother!"

Li Sihu looked in the direction pointed by Li Sihai and felt relieved.

...

Beiping Garrison Department.

When Chu Mufeng returned to his office, he couldn't help but curl up slightly when he thought of his conversation with his senior brother Cao Yunshan just now.

Although Cao Yunshan did not say it clearly, he could naturally think of who came forward and let him be the lobbyist.

Since the other party has bowed his head, there is no need for me to continue chasing and fighting. Of course, the most important thing is that I have no chance to kill him.

This newspaper dispute ends here.

"Chu Bao" won the entire victory and could do its best to develop and grow according to the plan without any scruples.

This can also be regarded as a reputation for making oneself!

However, Li Sihai is really a hero who can let go. After something happened to his subordinates, they did not intensify the conflicts and actually chose to reconcile. No wonder they were able to become the helm of the Blue and White Hall.

It seems that I have to keep some snacks for this Blue and White Hall in the future!

The storm in the "Chu Daily" ended here, and Chu Mufeng continued to devote himself to his daily work.

...

A hot August, a day in the middle of the year.

At 2 a.m., Beiping City, Da Willow Tree Ghost Market.

It was pitch black outside, and people fell into a deep sleep.

But the Ghost Market is an exception, because the most lively prosperity is about to usher in here.

Yunyan lives inside, Huang Benzhang, who is skinny and bone-skinned, yawns while putting away the things that were about to be used to set up a stall.

Just as he raised his head, under the reflection of the swaying oil lamp, he suddenly found a ghostly figure on the wall in front of him.

"Who?" Huang Benzhang felt a little scared in his heart, and he exclaimed with his hands around the thing on the table.

"The person who comes to collect debts!" ​​A hoarse and low voice rang out.

Turning his head and seeing the face behind him, Huang Benzhang said with a look of astonishment on his face: "Why are you? What are you doing here? You..."

Puff!

Before he finished speaking, the black shadow rushed over, raised the sharp weapon in his hand, and pierced it into Huang Benzhang's chest.

Without any chance to fight to call for help, Huang Benzhang widened his eyes and fell softly to the ground, dying with unwillingness.

Bang!

After the crime, the black shadow walked directly to the wall, wrote a few strokes, pasted a piece of drawing paper, and turned around and left calmly.

Under the swaying light, the blood words on the wall look particularly terrifying.

...

Dongdong!

The next morning, Chu Mufeng had just walked into the office. Before he had time to drink tea, Pei Dongchang knocked on the door and hurried in.

"Section Chief, there is another major case."

"What case?" Chu Mufeng turned his head and asked.

"A murder occurred in the Daliu Shu Lane."

"Big Willow Lane?"

Chu Mufeng picked up the police cap on the table and walked outside, saying as he walked: "The whole team set off!"

"yes!"

Yunyanju, who is the crime scene, has been blocked at this moment.

There are many residents watching the fun outside. Some of them know the deceased Huang Benzhang, and some of them don’t know, but whether they recognize it or not, they all watch and whisper.

"If you want me to say this should be a ghost asking for life. Have you heard of it? There is a blood cicada on the wall!"

"Don't make a fool of yourself, is the Blood Cicada a ghost? Didn't you see four more words?"

"No, Boss Huang is a well-known good man in our area. People usually smile and are polite. How could anyone say that kind of thing? He even killed him?"

"I think it's probably because of money-making!"

...

It was Chu Mufeng who walked into Yunyanju amidst this kind of discussion.

Since the scene of the murder was blocked, all the things and decorations inside were not passive, and the scene inside was shocking.

The thin Huang Benzhang lay on the ground, with dry and solidified blood under his body, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

His eyes widened, as if he had seen the picture he shouldn't have seen the most, with a look of horror.

All the accessories he wore were there, and there was a bunch of tidy antiques on the table, none of which were lost.

On the wall facing each other, four big words were written vigorously and vigorously: Helping the evildoer!

The characters are written in cinnabar, which is shocking.

That's not all. There is a piece of drawing paper next to the four characters, and there is a lifelike blood cicada on the drawing paper.

"Section Chief, according to our preliminary investigation, Huang Benzhang's Yunyan was in the middle, and there was no large-scale theft, and he did not lose anything on him."

"His death time was initially inferred from 1:00 to 3:00 last night. According to people outside, at this time of the week, Huang Benzhang would prepare things and set up street stalls in the ghost market outside, but he didn't go yesterday and was killed in the middle of the night.

Song Dabao walked over from the side and reported in a low voice.

"Ghost Market? What's the thing?" Pei Dongchang next to him felt a little confused.

"Have you even heard of the ghost market?" Song Dabao asked back.

Pei Dongchang smiled awkwardly, spared his head, and turned his gaze for help to Chu Mufeng.

"The fourth update is all over the streets, and the fake tripods are asking for a low price. Today, the copper craftsman is making ghosts, and who is outside the five cities is burning rhinoceros. Dongchang, this is the ghost market in Peking City." Chu Mufeng smiled and said.

Song Dabao knew the origin of the ghost market, Chu Mufeng was not interested at all, and Pei Dongchang didn't know that the ghost market existed, so there was no problem.

After all, Pei Dongchang is still young, and he is not very interested in these industries, so he naturally doesn’t understand them.

"Section Chief, what do you mean?" Pei Dongchang asked with a confused look on his face.

"That is, the ghost market is different from the normal market. The normal market is trading during the day, while the ghost market usually starts at night, and usually ends at around 3 am and ends at about dawn. Because it is hidden in the day and exits at night, it is nicknamed the ghost market."

"What kind of business is business?" Pei Dongchang was very real and asked if he didn't understand.

"The Ghost Market specializes in trading antiques, and there are many rules. For example, the items here are all of the wrong origins. Don't ask for the origins and sources, and you are not allowed to bargain. All you do is buy and sell them in one go. After buying, you will lose or make a fortune."

"The other thing is that when we go to the market, we usually say we go and go shopping, but when we go to the ghost market, we have to go and go to the ghost market. This means that there are many fakes in the ghost market. If you are not strong enough, you will be deceived. This is like being wading, you have to be careful."

Then, Chu Mufeng raised his hand and pointed at Huang Benzhang's body and said, "The location of Yunyan's residence is at the end of the Daliu Ghost Market. Generally, when you go out from here, you will reach the place where the street stalls are set up in the ghost market at about four or five hundred meters."

"This Yunyanju is here, probably just to set up a street stall in the ghost market."

"Many people here probably know Huang Benzhang, but no one expected that the owner of the antique shop who was hiding in the ghost market would be killed in the store, which didn't look like he was killing money."

Not only Huang Benzhang's pocket, but the money in the counter has not moved, and even the items placed on the table and on the shelves have not been lost.

Perhaps some things are hidden secretly, or some things are taken away and cannot be seen for a while, but these must be carefully verified.

"Help the evildoer!"

Chu Mufeng took two steps forward and stared at the four words on the wall.

Although there are not many words, the amount of information contained in it is actually very large.

Could it be that the murderer purely wanted to take revenge on Huang Benzhang, so he started to kill someone?

From this we can see how strong the anger in the murderer was, otherwise he would not have vented it in this way!

Of course, it may also be misleading.

The murderer wanted to mislead the direction of the case in this way, but Chu Mufeng looked at these four words and felt that the possibility of misleading was very small.

Because people who can write such words must have a very personality and have obsession, otherwise it would be impossible to write such strong cursive script!

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