Xuanxia

Chapter 382: Songbai Street Bloodbath

After Yuan Ziping sat down, he took a breath and quickly told the story.

Fu Qingzhou had sent him out to find out about the killers.

Not to mention Wu Yan's so-called "ten thousand taels of gold" reward, the face of Xiyu Pavilion alone is far more than ten thousand taels of gold. Fu Qingzhou certainly doesn't believe that he can sit back and relax after entering the capital.

Xiyu Pavilion was able to develop into the world's number one killer organization, and its methods must be far beyond what ordinary people know. If they can avoid being hunted down by hiding in the capital, then it would be too easy.

Sure enough, Yuan Ziping went out and found out something.

Just when they rented the yard, a bloody incident occurred on Songbai Street not far from Baishi Street.

"Songbai Street is mainly filled with calligraphy, painting and antique shops."

Yuan Ziping said in a deep voice: "The customers of these shops usually don't show up until after noon, so they open late. There weren't many people on Songbai Street at that time."

"Until half an hour ago, an old man passed by Songbai Street and slipped. He found that the ground was covered with blood... This incident quickly attracted the police, and soon, more than a dozen bodies were found in the ditch beside Songbai Street."

At this point, he smiled bitterly. "Unfortunately, when I went there, Songbai Street was closed to the public. I only heard something from the onlookers - they said that the corpses were all wearing red clothes and holding rapiers. I heard that they were the assassins from Xiyu Pavilion."

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly.

In broad daylight, the Xiyu Pavilion killer killed people in the street?
He still remembered Wu Yan's top-notch concealment and infiltration skills. As assassins from Xiyu Pavilion, his colleagues must not be too bad either.

These guys are killers, not berserkers. Why would they come out in broad daylight to kill people?

Even if Wu Yan had sneaked into the capital, would they have to do it in the daytime if they wanted to kill someone? Wouldn't this just be a slap in the face to the officials in the capital?
Unless they have a reason to take action.

"Let's not worry about this for now."

Fu Qingzhou thought for a moment and said slowly: "It seems that Wu Yan has sneaked into the capital, but what he wants to do has nothing to do with us. We are just entrusted by him to protect Zhu Mei. Old Yuan, you should keep an eye on it these days. If any strange people appear around the yard, remember to warn them."

Yuan Ziping responded.

"correct."

Fu Qingzhou seemed to suddenly remember something at this time: "Which department is responsible for a bloody case like this in the capital? Mingjian Pavilion?"

"Brother, Mingjian Pavilion doesn't deal with these matters." Tang Jiao, who was sitting next to him, spoke softly at this time: "For civilian cases like this, it is usually the people from the patrol camp who investigate."

"The Patrol Battalion..." Fu Qingzhou blinked: "Those officers and soldiers we met in Xiqing Town, weren't they from the Patrol Battalion?"

"Correct."

Yuan Ziping explained: "They are generally responsible for the security of the capital and its surrounding areas. When criminal cases occur among the people, they are responsible for the preliminary investigation and arrest of the criminals."

Fu Qingzhou became curious: "What about the imperial guards?"

"The Imperial Guards are responsible for the security of the Imperial City." Yuan Ziping smiled and said, "Although there are Imperial Guards guarding several important roads in the capital, they will not take action unless there is a threat to the Imperial City."

"I see..." Fu Qingzhou blinked and said, "So, Mingjian Pavilion is in charge of officials?"

"You can say that."

Yuan Ziping smiled helplessly: "Mingjian Pavilion is mainly responsible for investigating whether officials in the world are doing the right thing. It also assists the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Justice in handling some interrogation work. But at the same time, there is also the Censorate and the Dali Temple. The Censorate is responsible for supervision and impeachment, and the Dali Temple is responsible for the trial of criminal cases. There are many alternations in the duties of various parties. How to deal with a specific case depends on the arrangements of those adults."

Fu Qingzhou's head was buzzing after hearing this.

In his previous life, he knew that there were the "Three Law Courts" in the Ming and Qing dynasties, namely the Ministry of Justice, the Dali Temple, and the Censorate. But now there is another Mingjian Pavilion in this world. What the Mingjian Pavilion does is somewhat similar to the Jinyiwei, but its power and authority seem to be higher in all aspects... If there is the Mingjian Pavilion, then what is the meaning of the existence of the Censorate?
Forget it, I can’t figure it out.

He had never been clear about such things as official positions and powers. As a criminal policeman in his previous life, he was only concerned with charging into battle and arresting people. He had learned criminal psychology and investigation very well, but he had never learned criminal procedure law and administrative law very well.

"Okay, after dinner, let's go do our work."

Fu Qingzhou shook his head: "I'll go to Mingjian Pavilion."

……

At the same time, near Baishi Street in Beijing, Songbai Street.

"Have you fished them all out?"

"Almost done, almost done, except there are still a few broken hands and I don't know whose they are."

"Why worry about so much? As long as the heads are right, it's fine. Pull them back together first, and then we can fight together again when we get back."

A group of patrol officers and soldiers gathered around a ditch filled with the smell of blood, with scarves covering their faces and frowning, as they fished out the bodies one by one.

Beside the ditch, there were more than a dozen bodies dressed in red. Most of them were incomplete, with at least one hand or foot cut off, and some were even cut in two from the chest or waist... or even more.

The officers and soldiers struggled to piece the bodies together, but the scene was still extremely disgusting.

"These should be people from Xiyu Pavilion, right?"

One officer asked in disgust: "They have sneaked into Beijing and committed many crimes over the years. Why can't we catch them all in one fell swoop?"

"How can it be so easy?" Another soldier sneered, "People like you and me definitely don't need assassins, but people with more wealth and power may not need assassins..."

"Shut up! What nonsense!"

A loud shout interrupted them. It was from their team leader: "Whether it is someone from Xiyu Pavilion or not, we will make a judgment after the coroner performs the autopsy. Let's just do the job at hand! You guys, carry the body to the car, and you, clean the ditch!"

The person the captain was referring to at the end was the soldier who had just sneered at him.

The man's face darkened immediately after hearing this: "Boss, why do we have to do the cleaning of the ditch?"

“It wasn’t necessary originally.”

The team leader snorted, "But you are too careless with your mouth. When you clean the ditch, brush your teeth more often, so as not to offend others next time you open your mouth!"

There was a burst of laughter all around.

Finding joy in suffering is just like this.

The officers and soldiers put the bodies onto the carts one by one. The laborers in the yamen who were responsible for doing hard labor also wore square scarves and frowned as they covered the bodies with white cloths and slowly pushed them away.

No one noticed that among the laborers pushing the carts, there was one man...whose eyes were particularly cold and calm.

He turned his head and looked at an antique shop at the end of Songbai Street.

The sign of the antique shop read "Guyun Zhai", which is a very ordinary antique shop name, but in the corner of the sign, there is a pattern of three interlocking circles.

This is the industry of the Nebula Chamber of Commerce.

This laborer was none other than Wu Yan.

He smelled very strongly of blood, and although the wound hidden under his clothes did not hurt, it made his hands tremble slightly.

But it doesn’t matter. No matter how heavy the blood and energy in his body is, it is not heavier than the corpses on the cart.

Last night, he finally killed the extremely powerful swordsman in a desperate situation. After resting for a night, he immediately set out to sneak into the capital and try to find the Nebula Chamber of Commerce.

Although he is not a guest of the Nebula Chamber of Commerce, but with the huge treasure of "the identity of the master of Xiyu Pavilion", the Nebula Chamber of Commerce must have enough ability to keep him.

However, when he arrived at Songbai Street, he was besieged by more than a dozen Xiyu Pavilion killers.

This...did not come as a surprise to him.

Presumably, there are dangerous enemies lurking near every shop belonging to the Nebula Chamber of Commerce. Your Majesty would not allow yourself to walk into a shop of the Nebula Chamber of Commerce so easily.

But what really interrupted his plan was a folding paper fan.

Just as he was fighting fiercely with those killers, a paper folding fan came from the sky, and it killed anyone it saw, regardless of friend or foe!
Anyone who touches the folding fan will have his hands and feet cut off!

Wu Yan was not afraid of death, but he now had something on his mind, so he chose to retreat.

In a flash, he disguised himself as a killer from Xiyu Pavilion who he had just killed in the chaos, scratched his face, and rolled into a ball with the killers who were killed by the paper fan.

The terrifying master did not show up, he just attacked once.

And Wu Yan... also knew that someone was guarding the door of the Nebula Chamber of Commerce.

Not only myself, but anyone suspected of being a killer who approaches this place would probably be in danger of his life.

This place is not so easy to enter.

"Okay, stop dawdling!"

Behind him, the patrol officers shouted, "Push these unlucky things away quickly. We will have other work to do later!"

Wu Yan lowered his head, pushed the cart, and slowly walked out of Songbai Street.

(End of this chapter)