: Rich fortune from the sky

Therefore, Tan Zong first suspected that someone in the army stole and sold arms. But if this is the case, I am afraid that there will be no way to investigate. Even the god of death possessed Conan will be useless when he travels over.

(In legend, as long as he appears, no matter where it is, someone will die, so he was given the name of Death. He is also known as the two major disaster stars of Japanese comics, along with another legendary special tool for the destruction of the group, Jindayi.)

He returned to the inn carefully and carefully, and Tan Zong didn't even want to eat lunch. In a hurry, he just made a bag casually, bought some braised food, steamed buns and other dry food, and then he was about to leave the room. However, as soon as Tan Zong left the door, an arm immediately appeared on the side and stopped Tan Zong.

At this time, there were two guards behind Tan Zong. They saw someone stopping him and almost subconsciously drew their swords. But after seeing the person blocking the road, they frowned and stepped forward, blocking Tan Zong behind him, but the knife was not pulled out again.

The person who came was an ugly middle-aged man who had just chased out of the tavern.

The ugly middle-aged man raised his head and grinned at Tan Zong, as if he was smiling: "Master left so quickly, is he going to throw the old man in Changzhou?"

"So it's you." Tan Zong sighed. He thought the pursuers were chasing him, but he only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar hat.

"What? My benefactor remembers me?" The ugly middle-aged man was surprised and suddenly realized that Tan Zong had just said something casually, but his "benefactor" was probably inadvertently exposed his identity. Therefore, the middle-aged man simply revealed his identity and said: "I have been separated from my benefactor for a few days in Nanjing. I didn't expect that my benefactor is already a sixth-rank master of the Supervision Office. It's really gratifying."

The word "benefactor" is very unfamiliar in Tan Zong's memory. He had never done anything to accumulate good deeds in his impression, even helping his grandmother cross the road. But since this person was so hesitant, Tan Zong searched his own memory with all his might.

A few days ago, Nanjing, benefactor, tall and gray-white hair, these keywords gradually became connected in Tan Zong's mind, and finally locked on a person who had been in jail with him: "It turned out to be you!"

This time when Tan Zong said this, his expression was even more relaxed, and he relaxed. He obviously trusted this person very much. In fact, this person is indeed worthy of Tan Zong's trust. If this person wants to kill Tan Zong, there will be countless opportunities before Tan Zong became an official.

The ugly middle-aged man shrugged very freely and said, "It's not me." The prisoner who was the first to be very cool when he made this move. If it weren't for the distorted face under the hat, it was too ugly, I'm afraid that this action alone would have caused the young wives and girls to scream.

"I'm really here to join the guerrilla master this time." The prison prisoner grinned again, as if he was laughing again. Unfortunately, his smile was more terrifying than the cry of others, and he really didn't feel any beauty.

"Travel?" Tan Zong glanced at the man strangely: "With your skills, I'm afraid that you can be a royal guest at the official family, so why would you think about coming to join me?"

"There are no such reasons in this world, it's just that you can see you." The middle-aged man regained his indifferent taste: "If you really want an answer, you think I want to repay my kindness." After that, the man put on his hat again and said to himself: "Actually, I want to raise flowers for you, but now I'll give it to you as a bodyguard. Tsk, I don't know who you have offended, but even the masters in the army have been drawn out."

Tan Zong was also free and easy, and even remembered the master who sent the sky lock to his house. He thought that the master in front of him would be very safe. So Tan Zong clapped his hands and said, "So, I feel relieved to have you, a great master at home. You don't know that my family was thieves the day before yesterday, and almost scared me." As he said that, Tan Zong, who led the way downstairs, pretended to be scared to death.

However, although Tan Zong pretended to be relaxed when he was talking and walking, the sentence "military masters in the army" in the death row made him feel alarmed, and he knew that he was very likely to be trapped in a huge mystery, otherwise this so-called "military masters in the army" would never be able to attack him.

At this time, Tan Zong still firmly believed that as Wang Ren's identity, he would definitely not invite the so-called military master. The possibility of being invited was far away in the capital. The conflict between Tan Zong and Wang Ren was only in the past few days. How could Wang Ge Lao be able to dispatch the masters so quickly?

"After a thief?" The middle-aged man who was following Tan Zong laughed: "If you were talking about the wooden box that was opened with a clever hand, then the thief in your mouth is probably me. In this way, isn't you the same as leading the thief into the house now?"

After hearing this, Tan Zong turned around involuntarily, but was stunned. Then he realized that the so-called little thief and the great master in front of him were the same. No wonder Lianxiang and Huarui could not notice it. The death prisoner was so skillful that he injured ten people in the blink of an eye. I am afraid that he could already describe it in a sentence that he could be described in a superb sentence.

Since the journey from Changzhou to Suzhou has improved a lot, and he has a master to protect him, in order to understand his thighs, Tan Zong simply hired a carriage to rush on his way. In order to avoid scratching his thighs, he was walking with his trolley legs. If he rode a horse again, he would probably be done with these two legs.

Chen Yang took out the sign of the royal guard, and the group went out of Changzhou smoothly. Tan Zong and the prisoner sat in the carriage, while Chen Yang continued to sit next to the front coachman in case of an accident.

On the way, because the prisoner in the death row called himself A Fu, Tan Zong naturally called him indifferently, but after all, the prisoner in the death row was about two rounds older than Tan Zong, so Tan Zong called him Fuji.

"What? You don't like my generous gift? I thought that little money was enough to be my selling money." After the carriage came onto the official verdict, Uncle Fu mentioned the twenty-four-day lock again.

"Silver?" Tan Zong, who was sitting opposite Uncle Fu, felt a little confused and said in a daze: "What silver?"

"Don't you know?" Uncle Fu looked at Tan Zong in surprise. Seeing Tan Zong's blank expression, he laughed in silence and said, "You haven't opened that box yet, right? I remember that I left the key on it."

Because Uncle Fu was not only ugly, he always showed kindness, so Tan Zong gradually let go of his words and no longer had so much concern. Therefore, Tan Zong was not good at this moment and said angrily: "If the Twenty-Four Day Lock is so easy to open, then Zhang's clever hand would probably have been killed countless times."

"Is it difficult to drive?" Uncle Fu looked at Tan Zong innocently: "Why did I drive twice? Forget it, I won't have a puzzle with you anymore. There are 200,000 taels of silver notes on it, and the whole country will be exchanged. It will be my meal money for the second half of my life at the Tan family."

"How much...?" Tan Zong couldn't help but stand up when he heard it, but he immediately covered his head tragically and sat down again - how could this carriage allow him a man over five feet to stand up - but he had not forgotten what Uncle Fu said just now, so he looked at Uncle Fu with his eyes shiny, and stuttered again and asked, "How much did you just say just now? Two...two...two thousand taels?!"

Uncle Fu nodded very naturally, as if he was not talking about 200,000 taels or 220 taels.

"My God, Master." Tan Zong seemed to have been sucked into his seat, his eyes were lifeless, and he looked at the roof of the carriage with a blank look, obviously not recovering from the surprise of the 200,000-2 days of wealth.

Uncle Fu was very interesting to see. Although he still had the horror face that was enough to scare the child to cry, he had a little more interesting look in his eyes.

"Twenty-hundred, twenty-hundred thousand...twenty-hundred thousand!" Tan Zong didn't know how many times he said 200,000, but in the end he was more and more loud. Even Chen Yang heard it outside, and couldn't help knocking on the box to ask, which awakened Tan Zong, who was intoxicated by the surprise of wealth outside the world.

Seeing the playfulness in Uncle Fu's eyes, Tan Zong quickly straightened his body and said with a serious look: "Uncle Fu, can you tell me where the 200,000 yuan came from? Could it be that you were caught in the prison because of this 200,000 taels? Then, in order to repay my life-saving grace, he took out the 200,000 taels you secretly hid out and gave it to me?"

"I read it right at the beginning, your mind is really good." Uncle Fu opened his mouth again, obviously smiling this time: "It's a pity, you were wrong this time. Well, I should only guess half of it." After that, Uncle Fu lost his image and stretched in the carriage, then lay down on his own: "Think about it slowly, if you can't guess it, I'll tell you when I wake up."

"Uncle Fu, Uncle Fu?" Tan Zong shouted a few times, but he immediately found that the master opposite him was just sleeping and he even started snoring.

Tan Zong couldn't help rolling his eyes at the master who was sleeping in a hurry and said hatefully: "Damn, how can you guess this? At least you can give me a hint."

However, no matter what Tan Zong said, there were still snoring sounds on the opposite side.

Seeing this, Tan Zong could only give up the idea of ​​digging his roots and began to fantasize about how he should spend it after he had the 200,000 taels. But no matter what Tan Zong thought, the meal was only a few taels of silver, and a famous prostitute in Nanjing only had 800 taels, or even a house with only 500 taels of silver, he could not spend the 200,000 taels of silver.
Chapter completed!