Chapter 338 The Truth

The attacker has been shot dead. Uncle Zhang is dead?!

Zhang Yuanqing got the news unexpectedly, and his mind suddenly became clear, but then he fell into confusion again, and sat on the bed blankly.

After about seven or eight seconds, he took a deep breath to calm himself down, and said very quickly:

"How do you determine the identity of the murderer? Where did you kill the murderer? Please tell me the details."

Guan Ya's voice came from the loudspeaker:

"This morning, Wei Yuanzhou caught the attacker last night while patrolling the hospital. He successfully killed the enemy by sneak attack, and the body has been transported back to the Jinghai Public Security Bureau.

"He is 1.7 meters tall, about 60 years old, with very dark skin, thick fingers and thick calluses. There are also burn marks on his chest, and the tender flesh that grew overnight can also prove that the knife wound you caused is still there"

It was Uncle Zhang. Zhang Yuanqing, who died in the hospital, suddenly understood something and felt his heart was stabbed. He jumped up from the bed, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, barefoot, and strode out of the room.

"Bang! "

He sullenly kicked open the door of the next room. The room was empty. The bed where someone had slept last night had been tidied up.

Uncle Zhang had already left.

"Yuanshi, what happened to you?" Guan Ya heard the sound of kicking the door.

"I'm fine, Sister Guan Ya, send me a photo, a photo of the attacker." Zhang Yuanqing looked at the empty bed.

"The body has been transported to the Public Security Bureau. I'm in the hospital. Okay, I'll go to the Public Security Bureau now. Fortunately, it's not far away. Wait a minute. "Guan Ya had to hang up the phone first.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to the room, quickly put on his clothes and shoes, entered the corridor, and walked down the stairs to the first floor.

He didn't even have the patience to wait for the elevator at this moment.

Hotel lobby.

The air conditioner was blowing cold air, and Xiaoyuan, wearing a white shirt and a small suit, stood at the front desk with a straight posture.

Hearing the footsteps, she turned her head and took a cold look, then turned her head back, but turned halfway, turned back again, examined Yuanshi Tianzun's face, frowned and said:

"What's wrong!"

"Where did Uncle Zhang go?"

Xiaoyuan's bright and white face sank, and she said lightly:

"I don't know! If you are worried that he will abscond, there is no need. Uncle Zhang will do what he says. If he breaks his promise, I will also be responsible for finding him. "

She was increasingly unable to control her temper in front of Yuanshi Tianzun, but she didn't notice this.

"Uncle Zhang is dead! "Zhang Yuanqing said softly: "He died this morning in Jinghai People's Hospital, killed by Wei Yuanzhou."

Xiao Yuan stayed there, the coldness in her eyes quickly disintegrated, her hands clenched into fists little by little, clenched so hard, she suddenly closed her eyes, as if afraid that the sadness that could not be hidden would escape from her eyes.

After a while, she opened her eyes, her expression calm, and said:

"I know, this is his choice"

His choice Zhang Yuanqing was silent for a while, and whispered:

"He refused to go with me, his so-called unfulfilled wish, is it for this? "

——Use your own life to exchange for your grandson's promotion to deacon.

For decades, he worked hard in the fields, and was lonely for half his life. He raised his grandson with rice grains, and paid for his education with copper coins. In the end, he had to sacrifice his body for his grandson's future.

How stupid! Zhang Yuanqing wanted to sneer, but his chest was inexplicably blocked and uncomfortable.

Xiao Yuan said "hmm":

"He probably had this idea a long time ago. Half a month ago, he was beaten by an official walker in Jinghai City. I went to see him. He was seriously injured, but he was very happy.

"I have known him for so many years, but I rarely see him smile so happily. He said that his wish was finally fulfilled, and he would concentrate on practicing with Master Wuhen in the second half of his life and bid farewell to the past."

Zhang Yuanqing listened quietly.

"But when he came to see Master Wuhen yesterday, he seemed like a different person, with a gloomy look and a lot on his mind. I knew he was in trouble, so I secretly followed him to Jinghai City and found out that he was assassinating the official walker."

Because he didn't want to break the precepts, but for the future of his grandson, he had to go against his will? Zhang Yuanqing frowned, feeling a little contradictory and wrong.

At this time, the phone "dingdong" sounded, and a text message came in.

He took out his phone to check the message, which was a photo sent by Guan Ya.

In the photo, the dark and skinny old man lay quietly on the morgue bed, the sorrow carved by the years was always condensed on his face, there was a dark red wound on his chest, and a large piece of new tender flesh.

"It's Uncle Zhang"

Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "He didn't turn into a Gu."

When a witch Gu master died in battle while turning into a Gu, his body would retain the appearance of half man and half beast, and Uncle Zhang died in the appearance of a human, which means that he did not choose to fight and was willing to die.

"Ding Dong!"

The prompt sounded again, and Guan Ya sent a long text message:

"The call was interrupted just now. I haven't finished talking yet. I don't understand a few details. The attacker was attacked from behind by Wei Yuanzhou and died of a pierced heart. He was seriously ill before his death. This is the power of the plague god.

"However, such injuries and illnesses should not kill him in one blow. The psychic has a chance to struggle to death, but he didn't turn into a poison. It's very strange.

"I didn't ask these questions in person. Come back and try to ask the spirit."

"No need to ask, let's go back." Zhang Yuanqing typed a message and replied to Guan Ya. Halfway through, he saw Guan Ya's second message:

"I always feel that there are many unreasonable things about this matter. The attacker's purpose of assassinating Baihu Wansui is unclear, and how did he get to Baihu Wansui's residence.

"From the video of the battle last night, the attacker is agile and good at chasing. As a senior saint, he ambushed in advance, but he let Baihu Wansui escape?

"I watched the surveillance of the second assassination, and I seriously doubt the assassination level of the attacker."

Guan Ya half complained and half told her views on the incident.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the information, frowned a little bit, and noticed the contradiction.

According to Uncle Zhang himself, he assassinated Baihu Wansui in order to clear the obstacles for his grandson's promotion, so there is no possibility of holding back. An old saint ambushed a newly promoted saint with such a big advantage, but failed. There are indeed doubts and it is not reasonable.

The most unreasonable thing is that since Baihu Wansui is just an insignificant passerby, there is no long-planned tracking and investigation during the period, how could Uncle Zhang, an evil profession, easily find Baihu Wansui's address?

Unless there is an insider!

Zhang Yuanqing's eyebrows jumped and said:

"I'm going to see Master Wuhen."

Xiao Yuan looked at him puzzled.

But Zhang Yuanqing didn't explain. He turned and ran to the corridor. He rushed up the stairs to the fourth floor. He stopped outside the door of Room 404, knocked on the door, and said:

"Master, I have something to ask you!"

After shouting, Zhang Yuanqing tried to turn the door handle.

"Click!"

The door handle was turned smoothly. The next second, the hotel corridor disappeared, the wooden door disappeared, and was replaced by a Buddhist temple with smoke and candles.

Zhang Yuanqing subconsciously looked at the towering golden Buddha that reached the top of the temple. It sat with a flower in its hand, its eyes half-closed, and looked down at the bottom with a look of compassion and ferocity.

The golden Buddha did not change, and the master's state of mind was still very stable. Zhang Yuanqing looked down at the back of the green-clothed figure sitting cross-legged on the futon, and bowed:

"Master, Uncle Zhang has returned to the spiritual realm. I have something I don't understand, so I came to ask for advice."

He paused, and without waiting for Master Wuhen to respond, he asked directly:

"Why did Uncle Zhang see you yesterday? Do you know about him?"

The hall was silent for a moment, and Master Wuhen suppressed his painful voice, which echoed in the hall:

"He said that he found his grandson who had been separated for many years. The grandson forced him to assassinate the official saint. He didn't want to commit murder again. He was in pain, but he felt guilty for the child, and he couldn't refuse.

"He planned to compensate his grandson with his own life. He came to say goodbye to me last night. He will return to the spiritual realm in advance. "

Wei Yuanzhou forced him to assassinate Baihu Wansui?!

Zhang Yuanqing's head "boomed", as if thunder exploded, and his expression suddenly froze.

After a brief period of confusion and astonishment, his thoughts quickly returned, no longer confused, no longer at a loss, the whole context of the incident suddenly became clear.

After the killing copy ended, the number of official saints increased slightly, squeezing out the promotion space of old saints. Because of Wei Yuanzhou's "unsociable" relationship, his chances of promotion were small and difficult.

Just a while ago The son reunited with his grandfather who had been separated for many years, and he was also a psychic, so he had a crooked idea and forced his grandfather to assassinate Baihu Wansui to clear the obstacles for him.

So, Baihu Wansui did not realize that he was being followed, but his residence was exposed because the enemy came from within.

All the doubts raised by Guan Ya were explained. Zhang Yuanqing smiled bitterly in his heart.

According to Uncle Zhang's mentality, the next step should be "active dedication", but things went against his wishes. I didn't expect that the person who came to support would be me.

Zhang Yuanqing thought logically.

No wonder Uncle Zhang looked so horrified when he heard Xiaoyuan introduce me last night. He had already known from Kou Beiyue that Yuanshi Tianzun was a partner of justice.

If Wei Yuanzhou forced him to assassinate his colleagues, I would definitely not forgive him, so he took all the crimes.

If I were a scout, I should have seen the clues last night. Alas, I thought about solving it privately, so I didn't bring Sister Guan Ya. There is one thing I haven't figured out. In this case, there is no need to ask Songhai for help. Privately It is perfect to "solve" it by letting Wei Yuanzhou kill the attacker and take all the credit.

If he forces his grandfather to assassinate his colleague and fails, he will kill his grandfather who raised him as a hero. Wei Yuanzhou is a madman who is respectful and gentle on the outside, but paranoid and gloomy on the inside.

How could Sister Guan Ya not see it? Does he have special props to hide his temperament? Or has he become a gentleman after pretending to be a gentleman for a long time, and it is difficult to tell the real from the fake?

This beast Zhang Yuanqing exhaled a foul breath and said:

"Master, I understand!"

He turned around with a cold look and walked out of the hall. Master Wuhen's warning came from behind him:

"This matter has its own cause and effect. I respect his choice. You don't need to interfere."

Is this asking me to stay out of other people's business? Stop interfering? Zhang Yuanqing paused. He stopped at the door of the hall and thought for a few seconds, then retorted:

"Master, I am not your disciple, and you don't need to teach me how to do things. "

He walked away with big strides.

He returned to the lobby, walked straight to the front desk, and looked at Xiaoyuan:

"Drive!"

"Take me to Jinghai City Public Security Bureau."

Jinghai City, Hemen District Public Security Bureau.

In the morgue, Wei Yuanzhou stood alone beside the morgue bed, silently staring at the old man's remains.

The past years kept surging in his heart. He lost his parents when he was young, and he lived with his grandfather since he could remember. His grandfather didn't know anything except farming, and his life was poor and difficult.

Wei Yuanzhou envied his classmates for having pocket money, new clothes and beautiful schoolbags since he was a child, while he wore the same clothes for three years, mended them for another year, and couldn't get poverty subsidies.

From elementary school to junior high school, the shoes he wore were those that his neighbor's brother didn't want.

A child who depends on his grandfather and cannot even afford new clothes is destined to be shunned by children from the same village. It will be even worse after he goes to school. Children from the same village will still keep a distance from him for the sake of their parents.

Classmates at school would only resort to violence against poor kids like him who had no parents to support them.

Wei Yuanzhou remembered that when he first entered middle school, there was a parent-teacher meeting in the class. His grandfather, who had just finished farm work, rushed to school covered in mud.

As a result, he was not even allowed to enter the school gate.

He would remember the look in his classmates' and teachers' eyes for the rest of his life.

He hated those classmates and teachers, and hated his grandfather who embarrassed him even more. Could it be that you couldn't even change your clothes?

Wei Yuanzhou's first half of his life was spent in alienation, contempt and violence, so he studied hard, which was the only way for him to change his fate.

In order not to be looked down upon and to no longer suffer violence, he actively showed himself, participated in class activities, helped classmates, cooperated with teachers, was gentle, respectful, frugal and modest, and became a good person in the eyes of classmates, a good student in the eyes of teachers, and a good dog in the eyes of school bullies.

Be a perfect person, and you will not be despised or bullied, because they can't find fault with you.

The year when his grandfather got into trouble, he was extremely scared, afraid of being retaliated by the relatives of that family. More than ten years of hard life did not sharpen his will, but brought him serious psychological trauma.

He couldn't understand why his grandfather wanted revenge and why he wanted to break his peaceful life.

The weak will be bullied by the strong, which has been the truth since ancient times. It is very sad for the grandfather who has never been educated because he does not understand these principles.

To become a strong person, it is not to rely on courage, but wisdom and hard work. He relied on his own efforts to successfully complete college. By chance, he became a spiritual realm walker and entered the Five Elements Alliance, and finally ushered in a good life.

Over the years, he dared not make the slightest mistake. He was afraid of making mistakes, afraid of violence and punishment.

But the shadow of his grandfather has always shrouded him. His grandfather's crimes seriously hindered his future and made him the focus of observation by the organization.

And just half a month ago, he met his grandfather who had been separated for many years again.

What he felt was not family affection and joy, but fear, yes, strong fear.

Because it is an evil profession.

For Wei Yuanzhou, this is a catastrophe.

Why do you want to come back? Since you chose to abandon me, please disappear from my world completely. Why do you want to destroy my life and my future?

Wei Yuanzhou thought of a way to kill two birds with one stone. He told grandpa that if you really care about me and really want to compensate me, just get rid of my competitors for me.

But the assassination was not successful. After watching the surveillance, he knew that grandpa was unwilling to do it.

Then he had to get rid of him - that's what Wei Yuanzhou thought at the time.

But grandpa was a senior saint and an evil profession that was stronger than lawful, so he was not sure.

So he persuaded the superior deacon to ask for help from Songhai Branch.

On the one hand, the people in Songhai Branch did not know his details and could not know his relationship with grandpa, while the senior executives of Jinghai Branch knew his family background and were very likely to catch clues during the investigation.

On the other hand, the merits of the people in Songhai Branch will not affect him, nor will they become his competitors.

And he can also rely on this merit to move up a level and become a deacon.

But he did not expect that Yuanshi Tianzun joined the Songhai patrol and was sent to deal with this matter.

Fortunately, there were twists and turns, but it ended perfectly.

No, there is still one step. Wei Yuanzhou took out a piece of white paper with a round outer circle and a square inner circle from the inventory and covered the old man's face.

The paper burned silently, and as the flames moved, there was a faint old figure that dissipated in the flames.

This is a consumable that Wei Yuanzhou bought in the black market in the past half month. Its function is very simple, which is to dispel the remaining spirits of the dead.

Wei Yuanzhou's palm flashed with water light, gently stroked his grandfather's face, and took away the ashes of the paper.

"I'm sorry, I have to walk the road ahead by myself."

He whispered to himself, took a last look at his grandfather's remains, and turned away without hesitation.

The moment he stepped out of the morgue, he felt relieved, and there was no more haze in his heart.

The seventh floor, the official walker's office.

In the deacon's office of Hemen District, Wei Yuanzhou sat upright on the sofa in the reception room, his sitting posture was like a clock, meticulous.

The deacon of Hemen District is a level 5 mountain god, with a spiritual realm ID of Banshan. He is a short but extremely solid middle-aged man with a gentle temperament and pedantic.

"It has been confirmed that it is a psychic. Well done. According to the organizational system, if a psychic is killed, a C-level merit will be recorded. I will submit an application report for you." The Mountain Moving Deacon smiled:

"With the qualifications and merits you have accumulated in the past few years, the level has also reached, so it is not a big problem. We will be on the same level in the future."

Wei Yuanzhou's handsome face showed a gentle and sincere smile:

"Thank you, leader!"

The Mountain Moving Deacon nodded slightly and asked:

"Have you found out the identity of the psychic?"

Wei Yuanzhou shook his head: "I have asked my colleagues in the Public Security Bureau to do facial recognition, but there is no information, and the DNA comparison has not yielded any results. You know, DNA collection has not yet been popularized to the whole people."

In fact, the facial recognition has already produced results, but he suppressed it.

As a captain-level walker, unless the Mountain Moving Deacon is watching it personally, it is easy to suppress such a small matter.

And the leader cannot do everything himself, and the incident has little impact and has been resolved.

At most, he can write a report. He is very responsible for asking questions in person.

The Mountain Moving Deacon nodded and said:

"Notify the Night Wandering God of Taiyi Sect to come and ask questions. The procedures should be followed."

"This" Wei Yuanzhou looked embarrassed.

The Mountain Moving Deacon put down the teacup, "What's the problem?"

"This is it," Wei Yuanzhou said:

"Before I attacked and killed the psychic, in order to ensure success and prevent the other party from fighting hard and affecting innocent people, I used the props of the Night Wandering God profession to severely damage the other party's spirit.

"I'm afraid that his soul has been scattered and there is no spirit left."

The Mountain Moving Deacon frowned and pondered:

"Forget it then."

He picked up the teacup again and tasted the fragrant and sweet tea.

Wei Yuanzhou stood up at the right time, "I'll go back to work first. "

The mountain-moving steward smiled and nodded.

Leaving the office, Wei Yuanzhou walked through the huge office area.

"Captain Wei!"

"Hello, Captain Wei!"

"Captain Wei, is the matter resolved? Let's have dinner together tonight."

As he walked along the way, the official travelers and civilian employees all put aside their good intentions. They were all good people and extremely humble.

Wei Yuanzhou responded one by one, showing a sincere smile.

Just then, he saw the Songhai patrol team striding in at the door of the office area, led by Yuanshi Tianzun who had disappeared overnight.