Having had a night of bizarre dreams, Song Wan barely slept and went to the bookstore early the next morning.
Today is the day when news comes from the bookstore.
Song Wan arrived early. When he arrived at the bookstore, Uncle Qin had just opened the door of the store and saw Song Wan. Uncle Qin raised an eyebrow. When Song Wan entered the store, Uncle Qin said, "Why are you here in such a hurry? I'm not going to kick off and go home right away." Now, how can I still swallow the news and not tell you?"
Song Wan had no intention of joking with Uncle Qin, and said seriously: "I can't sleep, so I just wanted to come over early and have a look."
There were bloodshot eyes under her eyes, and she was visibly thinner. Uncle Qin thought she was too guilty for doing this kind of murderous thing, so he muttered in a low voice: "I knew that this kind of fighting and killing was not suitable for you. A little girl will do it.¡±
Song Wan did not refute, and entered the secret room of the bookstore with Uncle Qin.
Uncle Qin lit the lamp skillfully, then took out a stack of paper and handed it to Song Wan.
These people have formed a very complete system to help Wei Heng, and the information fed back is very accurate. What Uncle Qin handed to Song Wan was a stack of portraits. There were seventeen portraits in total, all of which were from the caravan. .
Next to the portraits are biographies of these people.
The people in this caravan are all from the same town, some are ordinary farmers, some are martial artists, and some are ordinary traders. They transported the dried camellias of the entire town for delivery.
Most of these people are quite honest in the local area and have never done anything bad. If Song Wan didn't know what they had done, he wouldn't think they were bad people just by looking at them.
Song Wan looked at each one carefully, and when he saw the last one, Uncle Qin pointed at the person and said: "He is the one who organized this caravan and the one who proposed prostitution. He is a well-known local gangster, and The local state capital is a distant relative.¡±
The man¡¯s appearance was ordinary. If Uncle Qin hadn¡¯t specifically stated it, Song Wan would never have thought that he was the leader.
Song Wan stared at the portrait for a while, then neatly put the portrait away, held it under his hand, and said calmly: "Now that everything has been found out, let's take action. According to the previous rules, how much does a head cost?" ?¡±
Song Wan spoke very calmly. Uncle Qin's eyelids twitched and he asked in disbelief: "All of them?"
Song Wan asked back: "Is there anyone in these portraits who was not involved in that incident?"
Of course not, otherwise these portraits would not have reached Song Wan.
Uncle Qin said hesitantly: "But killing so many people at once will arouse others' suspicion."
¡°Then we¡¯ll find a way to make it an accident,¡± Song Wan thought for a while and then said, ¡°It doesn¡¯t have to be all done in one day, it should be done within half a year, right?¡±
Seeing that Song Wan had made up his mind, Uncle Qin did not stop him and could only nod and say: "Okay."
Song Wan burned the portraits and told Uncle Qin how hard it was when he left. Uncle Qin felt that something was wrong with Song Wan's current state and couldn't help but said: "Girl, there are indeed many hateful people in this world. You are not the best." Don¡¯t be blinded by hatred.¡±
These words were used by Song Wan to persuade Song Qiuse before, but she didn't expect that Uncle Qin would use them to her again.
Song Wan tried his best to smile and said, "Thank you, Uncle Qin, for reminding me. I know exactly what I am doing."
Uncle Qin said no more and watched Song Wan leave.
After the carriage went some distance away, Qing'e said, "Girl, your Excellency is behind."
Song Wan was leaning against the wall of the carriage to rest his mind. His eyelashes trembled when he heard this, but he did not open his eyes or speak.
Gu Yanting wants to follow them. No matter what she says, he will follow. No one can stop him. It is better to save some energy to avoid wasting words.
All the way back to the Song Mansion, Qing'e helped Song Wan get out of the car. Song Wan didn't want to look at Gu Yanting, but he still inevitably saw him riding a horse and carriage at a distance, standing quietly in the brilliant in the afterglow.
Inexplicably, Song Wan thought of Chu Yichen, who had been like him, silently guarding her carriage home. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com