This inn indeed had nothing mysterious about it. After Xiangyang City was locked down, the original proprietor dismissed the staff and then contracted the plague and died, leaving no family behind. Consequently, the inn was also abandoned.
It wasn't long before a black-clothed Thousand Households from the Captain Bureau strode upstairs, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief as he walked.
He was somewhat overweight, and upon entering, he said with a wry smile, "Brother Zhou, I've made a fool of myself this time; you've got to help me out."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Qianhu's expression immediately soured. "The man escaped?"
"Not escaped, he's dead."
The plump Thousand Households of the Captain Bureau said with a bitter smile, "That Xu Sanlang was a subordinate of mine in the Hundred Households. Once I received the message, I personally went to capture him. But when we cornered the lad, he slit his own throat."
"I need to handle this matter myself."