Tomb Raider: Storytelling and Writing, The Mystic Nine is Confused

"Withdraw all those who investigated him before."

Boss Yin only felt his heart tighten at this time.

Thinking of the order he gave before, I only felt a layer of cold sweat rise behind my back.

fortunately!

Fortunately, it wasn't too obvious, and the people under his hand hadn't done it yet.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm really going to get into trouble.

…

The auction downstairs is on schedule.

Lot by lot was sent to the auction table.

The people in the audience actively offered quotations.

"Oh! Tang Sancai." In the box, the eighth master covered his mouth with a fan and counted in a low voice.

"This thing can actually be photographed for 30,000, which is really insightful."

"It's just the price of five hundred oceans in my small handicap."

"This Crescent Hotel is worthy of being a golden cave."

The Buddha smiled and said, "What's more, you haven't seen the price of food at the Crescent Moon Restaurant. A plate of shredded potatoes costs about ten dollars."

"Oh, as expected of the New Moon Hotel."

"Father, what did Mr. Zhang mean before?" Sitting aside, Er Yuehong couldn't help but ask.

He took the girl around to look for famous doctors.

The famous doctor said that the deer grass can cure the girl, but now Zhang Chen said that the girl was infected with a virus.

How should this be.

"Some time ago, an iron train came in from Shacheng Railway Station. The doors and windows of the train were all sealed with iron bars, and the train was full of Japanese."

"They were all face down, lying on top of the train."

"After inspection, they all died from the same virus."

"On that train, there were hundreds of coffins, large and small, and the virus was most likely leaked from the coffins."

Er Yehong frowned slightly: "What does the Buddha mean, the girl has the same virus as those Japanese?"

"No! It's impossible!"

Er Yuehong didn't even think about it, and denied it.

"I don't even know about the train. How could the girl have anything to do with the train?"

"Second Master, calm down first."

Seeing that Er Yuehong lost her sense, Qi Tiezui hurriedly reassured him.

"Madam, of course, has nothing to do with the train. What the Buddha is worried about is that the Japanese stole the tomb and brought the things out."

"Second Master, think about it, during this time, is there anything new in the house?"

Hearing this, Er Yuehong frowned.

The girl was not in good health, and he always regarded it as the retribution for the previous fight, and repaid it on the girl.

Therefore, he has not fought for a long time, nor has he touched the underworld weapon.

There shouldn't be anything related to the tomb in the mansion.

Wait…

Is it!

"Could it be Chen Pi's hairpin?"

"What hairpin?" Qi Tiezui and Lord Buddha asked quickly.

Er Yuehong sighed deeply and said, "Some time ago, Chen Pi found a hairpin from somewhere."

"It's an antique, it should be a set, I can vaguely perceive the unknown from above."

"Hairpin..." Qi Tiezui lowered his head and thought about something, and after a while, he suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Oh, some time ago, a batch of goods flowed in from the black market, and it was very likely the same as the one in Erye's hands. of."

"I can't be sure yet. The body of the second master's wife has something to do with the hairpin." The adjutant who had been standing behind the Buddha said, "That Mr. Zhang is just a storyteller, so he can't know everything."

"If he really has such ability, wouldn't he be more powerful than Ba ​​Ye?"

Qi Tiezui waved his hand.

"Although I don't know who this Mr. Zhang is, according to my hexagram, he is definitely not an ordinary person."

"What he said was very credible."

The adjutant pouted indifferently.

He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and he doesn't believe in anyone outside of the Buddha.

Outsiders blew Zhang Chen so hard, and he didn't see what Zhang Chen was capable of.

It's just a few paragraphs.

"Adjutant, Zhang Chen should know a lot of things, you can't do this in front of him." The eighth master closed the fan in his hand and said with a bit of accusation.

"In the future, there will be many places where we need his help, so don't offend people."

"Eighth Master, are you making a fuss?"

"We are in Shacheng. This is the capital. If we are so far away, even if there is anything, we can't count on him."

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Lord Buddha raised his hand to stop the adjutant's unfinished words.

"Whether Mr. Zhang can be trusted, we'll know when we're done investigating."

"Our primary goal now is to photograph deer and live grass."

"Mr. Zhang also said that although the deer grass can't cure the second master's wife, it can be relieved."

"We still have to photograph this live deer."

…

At this time, all the major forces in the capital received news.

Peng San whipped to death!

The forces in the capital are intricate and complicated, but there are only a few forces that can really dominate.

Peng Sanbian is one of them.

And now he is dead!

A person like him can even be served with a pot, and the small forces in the city can't help but tremble with fear.

"Is there a mistake! Didn't he come to make trouble today? Why did he die suddenly!"

In the lobby of the New Moon Hotel, many people are exchanging glances with each other.

Clearly, they were all the people who got the news.

This sudden news made their hearts go cold.

In the entire capital, there are not many people who can match Peng Sanbian.

Who is it, who is so quick and so ruthless!

…

In the hall, some well-connected people couldn't help but get together to discuss this matter.

"Do you think it could be the hands and feet of the people at the Crescent Hotel?"

"I think it is also possible. After all, it has been a hundred years since the establishment of the Crescent Hotel, but no one dares to come here to make trouble."

"Probably not. Today is an important day for the auction. The Crescent Hotel should not do anything on such an important day."

Just as their discussion was in full swing, a voice interjected.

"You are all wrong, Mr. Zhang killed Peng Sanbian."

"What did you say!"

"What nonsense! How could Mr. Zhang kill Peng Sanbian!"

That sound caused a thousand waves, and many people in the hall exploded.

They admitted that Zhang Chen had the ability, but said he killed Peng Sanbian?

This news is a bit fake!

"I'm not talking nonsense, just now, I saw it with my own eyes!"

The man looked mysteriously at the room where Zhang Chen was on the second floor.

There was a slight fear in his eyes.

"Although it wasn't Mr. Zhang himself who just started, the person who killed Peng Sanbian was indeed Mr. Zhang's."

"I saw with my own eyes that man bowed and saluted to Mr. Zhang on the second floor after killing him. That attitude was simply indescribable respect."

"Could it be the creation of the Crescent Hotel? Didn't it say that Miss Crescent was pursuing Mr. Zhang recently?"

"That person is definitely not from the Crescent Hotel. He dresses strangely and has ruthless methods. If he was really from the Crescent Hotel, he would have been discovered long ago."

…

Everyone was talking about it, and the auction was ignored by them.

On the auction table, the auctioneer, looking at the hot people discussed below, couldn't help but look upstairs again.

I saw Yin Xinyue sitting in the box upstairs, without the slightest intention to come forward to solve it.

"Miss, the auction below..." Yiyi looked at Yin Xinyue with some embarrassment.

Has Miss New Moon already forgotten what the most important thing is now?

Also, is it really good to just spread the word about Peng Sanbian?

Wouldn't you really hate Mr. Zhang?

Only the people at the Crescent Hotel knew about the murder of Peng Sanbian.

Unexpectedly, Yin Xinyue asked them to tell the following people through other channels.

Okay now!

Everyone's eyes are on Zhang Chen. Who cares about the situation of the auction?

Yin Xinyue shrugged indifferently and said, "The auction..."

"Once a month, but Mr. Zhang's chances of fame are not many."

How can you miss such an opportunity to become famous?

Yiyi's mouth twitched, their eldest lady was helpless!

…

In the box on the second floor, Lord Buddha and the others looked at the deer and live grass with disbelief.

How could they get things so easily?

Originally, they were all ready to disperse their family wealth, but unexpectedly, no one cared about the items in this auction, and none of them knew what they were discussing.

"Can you hear what they're talking about?" Eighth Master pushed his glasses and looked at the people below with great curiosity.

If you can come to shoot, you will be more or less interested in the auction.

But now they have completely ignored the auction?