Another point to refute this claim is the death of poultry. It's one thing for people to drink the water there, but poultry definitely didn't drink it, yet they still died in the end!
But where did that sound of water come from? What terrible things happened during those nights?
An Xin was deep in thought when she heard a clear, gentle voice: "Your arm is fine, there's no need to worry too much." The warm, gentle voice was like a spring breeze and gentle rain, which would make anyone feel refreshed.
An Xin couldn't help but look back. Not far away, the refugees were haggard and disheveled. Only the slender young man standing in the crowd was like a stroke of genius, illuminating the vast land.
The lotus in the clouds lives up to its name.
The girl standing before him looked timid and was dressed in tattered clothes. She stared at him with wide, bewildered eyes, completely lost in thought.
An Xin glanced at her arm, which was indeed red and swollen. Jing Lan was carefully bandaging her wound. The powerful Left Prime Minister was actually condescending to bandage the wound of a woman of lowly status. No wonder the Left Prime Minister was so popular!
An Xin couldn't help but think of Yan Zhen, who was cunning, arrogant, and almost heartless. He was forced to settle these refugees. How could someone as perceptive as him not know that winning people's hearts was a wise move?
Thinking of this, An Xin frowned. What did it matter!
"Thank you so much, sir." The woman was deeply moved and thanked him softly.
Jing Lan smiled faintly, and that smile, so charming, captivated countless hearts.
Seemingly noticing An Xin's gaze, Jing Lan raised her eyelashes and looked over. Their eyes met, and An Xin smiled faintly before walking away.
Jing Lan asked gently, "Have you found any clues?"
An Xin shook her head and pondered, "Niu Da's death was probably the real murder."
Jing Lan raised the corners of her lips slightly: "Does Miss An mean that the deaths of the villagers of Fengxian Village were not murders?"
An Xin suddenly said innocently, "I didn't say that!"
Jing Lan chuckled softly and said slowly, "How did Miss An determine that Niu Da's death was a murder?"
An Xin looked up at the sky for a while and said calmly, "Niu Da had marks on his body from being tied up, and he died of suffocation. Someone who wanted to commit suicide would never tie himself up. The only explanation is that the murderer tied him up to prevent him from struggling."
Jing Lan's clear gaze fell on An Xin's face as she asked, "Since Niu Da was tied up, why didn't he resist?"
An Xin's gaze darkened, and she said in a low voice, "He must have been knocked unconscious with a stick first, then tied up, and finally suffocated. There are two possibilities for the murderer: First, he took advantage of the chaos. Second, he was the one who killed the villagers!"
Jing Lan said softly, "But it seems that the murderer didn't leave any clues..."
An Xin said calmly, "He stayed! This person is over seven feet tall, has a limp, and it's his left leg that's lame. And he's a man!"
Jing Lan suddenly asked in surprise, "How did you know that...?"
An Xin said lazily, "Of course I know. There are two possibilities for this person's limp. First, he's not actually lame; he's just pretending to frame the strange man. Second, he is lame, and he is the strange man. I do have a way to catch the murderer."
Jinglan looked at Anxin.
An Xin suddenly smiled and waved to him. Jing Lan was taken aback and leaned down slightly.
An Xin lifted her foot and whispered in his ear.
The girl's unique scent wafted over him, and her warm, soft voice gently entered his ears, causing Jing Lan to stiffen involuntarily. However, he couldn't hear what she was really trying to say at all.
"Did you hear me?" An Xin glanced at him, and Jing Lan was startled, turning his face away.
"I didn't hear you clearly, Miss An, could you speak louder?"
An Xin repeated herself, then smiled and said, "If you're free tonight, shall we catch the thief together?"
Jinglan's heart skipped a beat. She looked at Anxin and said with a soft smile, "Okay."
An Xin waved her hand and said, "I'm going to Fengxian Village for a walk. See you tonight." After saying that, she turned around and ran away. According to the investigation, the five people who heard the sound of water were located in the southwest, southeast, east, west and south directions respectively, centered on the river. In other words, the sound was most likely coming from the north. She only needed to search to the north and she should be able to find some clues.
The news came without error; the poultry were still alive and well in Fengxian Village. An Xin frowned and pondered, wondering if this horrific murder was really the work of that strange man.
Heading north, we gradually arrived at Duanfeng Mountain. The mountain was steep, but the peaks seemed to have had their tops cut off by a sword, just as the mountain's name suggests, as if the peaks were broken.
Anxin stood at the bottom of the mountain and looked up. There was a strange smell floating in the air. But when she tried to smell it, she found that there was no smell at all. She had searched all the way without finding any clues. Should she climb to the top of the mountain to take a look?
With that thought in mind, An Xin began to climb the mountain. As soon as she took a step, she felt a chill on her back and instinctively dodged. She heard a "sizzle" sound and instinctively turned her head. Then, a cold, gleaming dagger pierced the tree trunk with a "thud," and the tree withered away the next moment!
An Xin's expression changed, and her keen intuition made her dodge again. With three "thud" sounds, three more daggers pierced the tree trunk. An Xin felt a cold sweat break out on her back. Suddenly, she looked up and saw a large net suddenly covering the sky. Then, with a "thud," a handful of white powder fell. An Xin felt her eyes go blind instantly. The next moment, she was hit hard on the head and fainted.
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When I woke up, it was pitch black, without a single ray of light.
An Xin moved her body and felt as if she were wearing heavy shackles. With just a slight movement, she felt her bones were being pulled down painfully.
An Xin listened intently and could faintly hear the sound of wind and the sound of flowing water in the distance. She sniffed the air and found that although it was humid, it had a faint fragrance of flowers.
An Xin groped her way through the darkness, carefully trying not to make a sound with the chains, as she explored the wall.
The house is surrounded by stone walls on all four sides. The stones are not tightly packed together. The granite stones have been very well polished, which suggests that the stone house is not natural but has been artificially processed.
Her hands and feet were bound with fine iron, and unless one possessed the legendary sword that could cut through iron like mud and the key, it would be impossible to open the bindings by ordinary means.
An Xin took a deep breath; she had been kidnapped!
At this critical moment, who would want to tie her up?! Those daggers were undoubtedly meant to kill her, so who wanted to kill her?! Did this person have a grudge against her before or after her time travel?
Could it be that strange man? That seems plausible; in order to prevent himself from solving the case, he had to tie himself up to avoid the truth coming out.
Countless questions flooded her mind as An Xin sat in the darkness, her expression indifferent.
In such a desperate situation, is she going to try to escape? But in such a heavily guarded place, it's impossible to escape easily without enough time.