Hundreds of ravens flocked to the sky above Zheng's house.

"Huh? There's something strange about the raven!"

"It's the raven!"

"Direction to Zheng's house!"

"A hundred ravens are alarmed. The one who uses magic to alarm the ravens in the imperial city is at least a small-star thaumaturge!"

"If it's the Zheng family, it wouldn't be surprising!"

"Go and explore quickly!"

"Go, go, go!"

"The Zheng family finally couldn't bear it any longer? Since Zheng Xiu was imprisoned, the Zheng family has been doing its job honestly. Unexpectedly, tonight..."

In the city, the night guards lurking on the roofs followed the movements of the raven and looked in the direction of Zheng's house in unison, with different thoughts.

A series of nimble figures moved quickly on the rooftops of the imperial city and in the streets and alleys.

West Market.

Night Treasure Pavilion.

The fat shopkeeper happily warmed himself up by the fire in the back room. After getting warm, he slowly walked out with his hands behind his back.

He found that the secret door leading to the ice cellar had been closed and covered by a curtain again.

The fat shopkeeper was startled, thinking that it was rude not to say goodbye to the adults, so he looked around, and soon he saw Feng Bei washing his hands by the well in the backyard.

Crows were moving in the sky. Feng Bei silently put on his gloves and looked at the night sky.

"That direction..."

Feng Bei's left eye narrowed slightly, and he immediately jumped onto the roof, putting on black silk gloves on the way.

"Sir, have you finished the investigation?"

Feng Bei hurriedly ran in the direction of the raven's movement, and his voice came back calmly: "Zhou Ji's body has been found, and the case can be closed. The cellar is in a mess, please clean it up properly. Feng Bei is in an emergency, please leave first, sorry!"

When the fat shopkeeper still wanted to ask more questions, Feng Bei had already disappeared into the night sky.

The fat shopkeeper opened the secret door and walked up the steps to the ice cellar, secretly wondering how the case could be closed.

"I didn't expect that the three masters of Shangxian, who occupy a high position in Ye Weiyang, would be so gentle and polite."

After meeting such a legendary figure, the fat shopkeeper was in a good mood and walked down to the ice cellar holding an oil lamp.

He was originally thinking about what Feng Bei meant when he said "clean up" before leaving.

The ice cellar was covered with pieces of meat and bones the size of fingernails, with square shapes.

A chill rushed into the heart of the fat shopkeeper, and the oil lamp he held in his hand clattered to his feet.
Chapter completed!