Chapter 193 Dead Person?

After being promoted to the first rank, Zhao was in no hurry to leave Linjiang Tower. Instead, he went to the backyard to catch a boy and asked him to bring him a set of clothes and a table of food.

He is a cautious person, and of course his true cultivation will not be exposed easily. But I have just entered the first level, and I am not familiar with the realm yet, so it is difficult to hide it.

There happens to be such a place with few people, so naturally we should make good use of it.

Upstairs, Zhao was drinking wine thoughtfully, a little uninterested. Turning around to look out the slightly opened window, I felt like the world was like a cage.

Raising food can be said to be a dead end. If you want to find a chance of survival in a dead end, you must have the determination to live towards death and extraordinary means.

At present, he can't think of any good solution.

"Sir, your food is ready. Do you want to eat now?" The waiter pushed the door open and said tremblingly. Being pulled up from a nap, I was still a little bleary-eyed, so I lowered my head whenever I could to avoid making a fool of myself.

"I've secured the fourth floor and the top floor. Don't let anyone in for the next two days. If it disturbs Yaxing, I'll demolish the Linjiang Building."

Seeing that the boy didn't respond, Zhao raised his head and asked, "Did you hear what I said clearly?"

After being angry all night, the tone of his words was naturally not much better. The boy thought this was a young master from some family. He was startled by the words and lowered his head even further.

He responded in a low voice, "Sir, I can't make the decision..."

"How about you wait until our shopkeeper comes tomorrow and tell him?"

"Pa", a waistband landed steadily in front of the boy.

Before the boy could read the words on the waist tag clearly, Zhao's calm voice came, "I won't embarrass you. After asking the chef to serve the food, take this waist tag and show it to your shopkeeper."

"Tell him I won't be happy if I can't stay tonight..."

The young man didn't take Zhao Jiu's words to heart at first, and just smiled contemptuously. He had seen many arrogant young masters, but in the end he still gave up.

Until he rubbed his eyes and used the firelight to clearly see the three words "Jinyiwei" on his waist badge. His expression suddenly changed drastically, and any remaining sleepiness disappeared without a trace.

He quickly picked up the waist badge and said respectfully, "Sir, I'll go right away, please wait a moment."

After saying that, he didn't dare to look back, opened the door and ran out.

Less than two-quarters of an hour later, the boy ran back, put his badge on the table, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, sir. Just call me if you need anything."

Zhao just kept using his chopsticks and waved his hand to let him out. I thought that Linjiang Tower could still be arrogant to the end, and I would be discouraged, but it's a pity.

What a pity.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. After dark, Zhao staggered out of Linjiang Tower with his hands behind his back.

The shopkeeper behind him breathed a sigh of relief and said he was leaving. He had been having trouble sleeping and eating in the past two days. They all went to Tongpan to ask for help, but the answer they got was, "If he wants to live, let him live there, and he won't lose a piece of meat."

At that time, he almost jumped out of his chair. He also gave away the money, but he didn't do anything at the critical moment! Fortunately, I only stayed for two days, so I didn't suffer from severe bleeding.

It's just that my legs have become thin in the past two days. I don't know how many gifts and apologies I had to make to calm the customers who had already booked.

Now that Zhao is finally gone, how can he be unhappy?

But Zhao, who had already walked out of the door, didn't see the shopkeeper's little move. Now he just wanted to go to the coffin shop.

Although the food preparation is not yet done, can't he find out the two people?

"Knock, knock."

"Sir, I need something..."

"You're finally here! I've spent a lot of effort, but these two people can only check this far!"

The young man raised his head and saw the person coming, and his smile immediately disappeared. After closing the door, I couldn't help but complain.

God knows what he has been through these two days. For these two people, he didn't even take any other business. He used countless connections one after another, but only found out this little.

So he had to get vaccinated first. It wasn't that he didn't want to check, it was just that he tried his best, but he only got this little result.

No wonder he!

"Let me take a look." After Zhao sat down, he took the two papers handed to him.

There is not much text on the paper. Although there is a lot more than last time, it is only an extra hundred or ten words.

"Death row prisoner? He was executed five years ago?" Zhao knew every word on the paper, but together they seemed a bit unfamiliar.

Two dead men who had been beheaded were torturing themselves so much that they could not sleep or eat well? Not only Zhao didn't believe this, but even the pigs had to be a little suspicious.

The young man stood up in a hurry, waved his hands and said, "Not only do you not believe it, I don't believe it either. No one believes it, but this is the result!"

Zhao looked at the young man doubtfully. The two people's eyes met, and it was clear from the young man's eyes that there was only helplessness, and there was no trace of panic at all.

"Do you think they are dead?" Zhao asked with great interest and inexplicably.

"No! Most likely not!" The young man said without thinking.

oh? Zhao raised his eyes and looked curiously at the young man with a determined look on his face, "Tell me, why?"

"They only have the guilt, and they don't have time to prove themselves or execute them. Therefore, there is a high probability that they got away with death..."

The young man sat across from Zhao, tapped the table and explained. His first thought after reading it was that not only were these two people not dead, they should have become dead soldiers or something like that.

Otherwise it doesn't make sense.

"You mean, someone is raising them?"

"yes!"

After thinking about it, Zhao tentatively asked, "Can you find out the person behind it?"

The young man shook his head. Although he didn't say anything, the meaning was obvious.

"Government?"

"Yes, and he is in a high position. I guess it should not be lower than the third rank..."

Third rank! Zhao's face changed drastically. Among the powerful third-rank civil officials, he is already the head of the six ministries. And it is not lower than the third rank, only those generals who hold heavy troops in those places can be possible.

Food! He suddenly remembered to go to the villa. Holding heavy troops, if he wants to rebel, he just needs food. Isn't this a coincidence?

"Do you think it's north or south?"

The north refers to Hexi, and the south refers to Shu. Of course, the young man understood, but he couldn't say it.

"It's hard to say. I think it's the south. The north can't do such a big hand."

The young man stood up and explained, "One of the two was beheaded in Shengjing. Logically speaking, the north can't stretch its hands so long."

Zhao nodded in approval, no longer entangled with which side the two were from, but asked, "Where are you going to the villa?"

"Oh, the owner of the villa died a few years ago, and was later bought by an old man to make wine." The young man talked freely.

It was easy to check the villa, there was nothing worth digging.

"Oh, by the way, the villa caught fire a few days ago, the huge villa was burned down, and the whereabouts of the old man could not be found."

Zhao just smiled when he heard it. He saw the process with his own eyes, and he knew it without the young man telling him.

Villa, dead soldiers, he always felt that it was neither the hand of the north nor the south, but the hand of the emperor.

This kind of method can only be done by the one on the dragon throne!

But now Zhao didn't bother about who it was, but was a little worried. At this point, all the clues have been cut off, and I have to live in fear in the future.

The money was wasted.

He stuffed two pieces of paper into his chest, threw down a hundred taels of silver, and turned to go out.

At this time, it was completely dark, and the spring was cold, and the wind blowing on his face was a little stinging. He lowered his head and wrapped his cotton robe tightly, walked towards the government office with a gloomy face, and his mood became more and more depressed as he walked.

"It's all in vain..."

"If I had known this would happen, I would have left someone alive that night..."