The Hundred Birds Garden was so content with the guards of the yamen, and the people in the garden could act with peace of mind. At night, there were yamen patrolling the garden, and everyone no longer closed their doors and doors as they were as night fell a few days ago.

Because the dead bird was smashed into blood, Wu Xiang and his yamen checked all the heavy objects that could hurt people. In addition to weapons, swords and axes, the stones on the banks of Yuehu Lake were lifted into the lake by the yamen.

After two days of peace and contentment, Wu Xiang was on duty again. When he came to the office, he was thinking that if he was so strict that the murderer could not even find a weapon to hurt people, how should he kill? Chen Mo and Liu Qing were taken care of. After not leaving the room for many days, how could the murderer get in touch with the target?

With two yamen servants, Wu Xiang patrols towards the Bird Garden. In the past few days of the incident, the original banquets in the garden have stopped, and the servants everywhere have also been quite constrained. The birds in the Bird Garden have not been taken care of as they used to be. Not to mention anything else, but before they even walked in, the pungent smell of bird droppings made people uncomfortable.

Seeing several servants pouring water into the water tank, Wu Xiang thought of the drowned bird in the water tank again.

He stood there before he moved. Not long after, he saw two servants walking towards the kitchen. The two servants were familiar with each other and serving Liu Qing and Yu Xun. Although Liu Qing and Yu Xun had a half-high status, they were not serious masters. Therefore, these servants did other chores, and brought some tea and food to several masters in the bird garden.

Today, the sun was big, and Wu Xiang chose a tree to stand and enjoy the cool air. He saw that the two servants had not yet come out for half a stick of incense. He frowned and took the people into the large courtyard of the bird garden.

This courtyard was not as strictly guarded as Wu Xiang thought. He entered the gate of the courtyard and did not even see anyone in the courtyard. The gatehouse was so wide open. It would be not difficult for anyone to enter the yard to drown birds. The yamen searched for a while and saw several bird-teacher and two servants in the wing room on the northwest side.

After asking, there were servants coming to deliver tea and meals every day, and nothing unusual.

Seeing that a yamen came, the two servants took the food box and left. Wu Xiang checked in the yard and walked out. As soon as he walked out of the door, Wu Xiang saw that the leaving servant was actually surrounded by two white cranes coming from the lotus pond.

One of them had a food box on the ground, and the food was spilled out. Perhaps because of this, the two white cranes stretched their necks and wanted to get close. One of them was so scared that they retreated repeatedly. The other man looked calm, swung the white crane away, picked up the food box, and then pulled the other person away quickly.

Wu Xiang raised his eyebrows and then took the yamen to the yard where Liu Qing and Chen Mo lived. The yard is now guarding the yamen every day and night. They were in their respective courtyards and pavilions and were not allowed to step out of the room. Unless the murderer could move his figure and change his shadow, he would not hurt them no matter what.

Wu Xiang first arrived at Liu Qing's residence and knocked on the door. Liu Qing opened the door from the inner side with a desolate look on his face.

He had confessed his guilt that year and would definitely be convicted in the future, so he no longer had the intention to pretend. In addition, he knew that someone in the garden wanted his life, so he was even more frightened. He couldn't sleep every two days after returning. He was so sleepy that he had a light sleep for a while and was plagued by nightmares. In just two days, he saw that he was thin and no longer had his usual handsome appearance.

"Captain, can you ask when will the villain stay here?"

Liu Qing was blue and black at the moment, his pupils were scattered, his speaking strength was weak, and he was suffering. Wu Xiang glanced out and said, "After Jiang Xing died, you didn't think that someone would come back to seek revenge. When Yu Xun died, you just thought about having fun in private on the day you came back from the yamen?"

Liu Qing shook his head, "We said early in the morning that we should pretend to be the whole thing. When we returned to the capital, we would forget all the past. Although we were panicked at that time, we were unwilling to take risks under the surveillance of the yamen officers."

Wu Xiang tugged his lips mockingly. At this time, he thought that when Yu Xun died, he had put two cups of tea in his house. If he had suspected that Yu Xun's death was related to Liu Qing and others, but now, this inference is not valid. The murderer left two cups of tea, which was deliberately misleading?

Wu Xiang looked at Liu Qing for a moment, "If those two little ones were standing in front of you, would you recognize it?"

Frightened flashed in Liu Qing's eyes, and he shook his head in a hurry, "How can I recognize it after so many years?"

Wu Xiang asked again: "What did you learn in the Zhao family class back then?"

Liu Qing smiled bitterly, as if he didn't dare to think about it, "Learn everything... juggling tricks, swords and horses, singing operas..."

Wu Xiang didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly asked: "Have you learned to tame birds?"

There was a flash of contempt in Liu Qing's eyes, as if he felt that the skills of taming birds were more humble than his acting. "My master does know some ways to tame birds, but we don't learn these."

Wu Xiang pondered for a moment, got up and looked at his room again. Seeing that the windows were locked from the inside, he reminded him: "Don't be careless. Although there are people outside, the murderer is not a good deal. I think you know that the dead birds in the garden were killed, just like you tortured others in the past."

Wu Xiang's eyes were cold and fierce. The blood on Liu Qing's face faded. He subconsciously closed his clothes and said, "Don't worry, headmaster, I know."

Liu Qing knew that he was so painful that he would rather go to the guillotine than be tortured to death like that.

What is more afraid of than Liu Qing is Chen Mo.

Among the five of them, the oldest was Jiang Xing, followed by Yu Xun, followed by Yu Xun, and among the remaining Chen Mo and Liu Qing, Chen Mo was older. He had almost predicted that the next person to die must be him.

Therefore, when Wu Xiang arrived in his garden, he seemed to see a life-saving straw. "Captain Wu, when will we leave? You all know that the next target of the murderer is me, it is me..."

He was thinner than Liu Qing. His clothes were not straight and his temples were scattered. He couldn't sleep for two days and nights, and his food was not in water. His mind seemed to be defeated. He looked at the doors and windows of the house with shock, "There is only one person outside who is guarding, but I'm afraid it's not enough. The murderer can't wait. He will always find a way, always..."

Chen Mo grabbed a handful of hair in pain and grabbed a few strands of hair. He brushed off the strands in panic, "I don't understand, I don't understand why we were asked to come back. Do you want to use us to lure the murderer out? I have already pleaded guilty... I don't want to stay here, beg the captain, maybe let us go back to prison?"

Seeing him sneer, Wu Xiang said, "It's better not let people outside see you like this. Do you know how painful it was to hurt people back then, so he became more and more afraid?"

Chen Mo squatted on the ground, "I regret it, we already regret it. If we hadn't believed in the words of the benefactor, we wouldn't have thought... He is a liar, and there is no Bodhisattva to bless us... The headmaster, please..."

Wu Xiang looked at him with pity, and saw that he couldn't speak, so he closed the door and walked out. When he turned around, he saw Lu Ke coming in from outside. Lu Ke was wearing regular clothes. Because many yamen were wearing regular clothes, no one in the garden knew their identities.

Wu Xiang went up to him, Lu Ke raised his jaw and signaled to the room, "How is it?"

"I was a little broken, and I started crying and begging for mercy, and said I was scared, saying that it might not be enough to just guard alone outside."

Lu Ke thought for a while, "There is indeed a little less than one person, please send more two more people over."

Wu Xiang was surprised but did not dare to question it. He immediately responded to the order. Lu Ke looked around the yard and saw a servant catching a parrot in the distance. He ordered the yamen to drive the people away and ordered the servants to go away. He also ordered that all servants in the garden should not approach this place.

Chen Mo was particularly protected as he wished.

When the night fell, the main roads in the park were lit up. The yamen officers stepped up patrols. The people in the park performed their duties, and no one dared to show strange behavior. Before and after midnight, the candles everywhere were extinguished, and the entire Bird Garden seemed to be in a sleep. Just when everyone thought it was another safe and sound, a fire suddenly lit up in the woods behind the pavilion of Chen Mo.

The patrol officers and the embroidered clothes hidden in the dark were alarmed. Everyone went to Chen Mo's residence. The west wind blew at night, and the fire spread more and more towards Chen Mo's yard. This was to Chen Mo's life!

In the darkness, Chen Mo pushed open the door and ran out with his hair disheveled, but was stopped by the guards at the gate of the yamen.

Chen Mo was frightened, "Why don't you let me go out! You want to kill me! He wants to kill me! Huo... Huo is coming..."

The left-behind yamen were also ready to fight, and one of them said solemnly: "Don't worry, everyone has gone to put out the fire, and they can't burn you."

Chen Mo was so scared that he was nowhere to be looked out and still rushed out, "Let me out, let me out--"

He began to push and shove with the yamen, howling like crazy, which attracted more people to come here, almost attracting everyone in the entire Hundred Bird Garden.

Wu Xiang gritted his teeth and directed people to put out the fire. His eyes were staring at the garden like a falcon. Because the fire was not small, the yamen for the people who set fire was not enough. He was a little angry because he had never thought that the murderer would use such a stupid method.

He couldn't get close to Chen Mo's residence, so he wanted to set fire with the wind, but did he think that everyone in the garden was dead?

The yamen guarding Liu Qing also saw the fire. He frowned and looked in that direction, but only saw that the fire became bigger and bigger. The lights in Liu Qing's house had gone out and were woken up at this moment. Before he could light the light, he pushed open the window and looked out. When he saw that the fire was in the direction of Chen Mo's yard, he immediately said in horror: "The murderer has taken action! The murderer wants to kill Chen Mo--"

The yamen guarding him gritted his teeth and shouted, "Don't come out, I'll go over and take a look."

Liu Qing responded with a trembling voice, closed the window and shivered inside the house.

The footsteps of the yamen gradually faded away. In addition to the noise coming from afar, the quiet needles in his garden were heard. Liu Qing was huddled on the couch, and cold sweat filled his forehead. There were many tolerances in the garden. Just as he was fantasizing that the murderer might have been caught, he suddenly heard a strange footsteps ringing outside the window behind him.

The next moment, a faint breath floated into the room. His pupils trembled, and his body fell down irresistibly.

But after a moment, the footsteps reached the front door, and a thin piece of iron reached into the door. After fiddling, the door opened in response. Ye Feng's robe was blowing up and down. He pushed the door into the room, and his right hand stretched under his robe. A sharp axe with a cold light appeared in his palm.

He stared at the bed with the curtains falling from the north, walked quickly to approach, and then lifted the curtains up.

His eyes, full of resentment, stagnated at this moment, because there was no one on the bed and there was no sign of Liu Qing at all. He called out in his heart that something was wrong. Before he could turn around, a few footsteps walked in at the door.

The oil lamp was lit up, and the candlelight like beans illuminated the entire room instantly. Lu Ke looked at the man holding a sharp axe in front of the bed, and his face was a bit unexpected.
Chapter completed!