The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 252

[Chapter 252 Deep in the streets]

When Fang Xiu saw this scene, he had a puzzled expression on his face.

He couldn’t guess Zhao Yan’s thoughts at all.

Before this, he thought the giant kite and his elaborate fireworks would make her very happy.

However, now it seems that the opposite is true. Zhao Yan did not show any happy expression, but fell into a state of despair.

He wanted to say something, but seeing her indifferent expression towards him, for a moment, he didn’t know how to speak, so he had to look out the window.

I don’t know how much time passed, but when the bumpy carriage drove into the city, Zhao Yan suddenly raised her head, looked at Fang Xiu not far away, and said in a very calm tone: “Fang Xiu, tomorrow I will You must be present at the birthday party. I have something to ask you.”

Fang Xiu was slightly startled when he heard this. He subconsciously turned around and glanced at her. He wanted to ask what the matter was, so he just said it now.

But seeing her expression, for some reason, she just nodded.

The carriage was still driving on the spacious road, but it gradually became silent inside.

After a day of running around, Zhao Hao and Xiu’er were both a little tired. They leaned against the carriage and closed their eyes to rest.

Zhao Yan and Fang Xiu both looked out the window

at a street not far from their carriage.

Two detectives walked here with solemn expressions.

A beggar who was wearing shabby clothes was lying on the ground with wounds all over his body, screaming in pain.

When a police officer saw this scene, a look of surprise appeared on his face. He glanced at his companion, saw him nodded, and walked quickly to the beggar’s side.

He knelt down and carefully observed the beggar’s wounds for a while.

After a moment, he turned his eyes to his companion not far behind him and shook his head at him.

The meaning was very clear. He had never seen the wounds on this man before.

These two detectives were both elites in the Kyoto Prefecture’s yamen. Before Xia Yixue was appointed as the head catcher, they were the most powerful candidates to catch the head.

After Xia Yixue became the head catcher of the Kyoto government, these two people did not have any dissatisfaction, but worked harder.

Therefore, Xia Yixue sent the two of them to investigate many important matters.

It’s the same this time.

Although setting off fireworks in Kyoto is not against the laws of Chu State, it can still cause some unexpected things.

This time, the two of them were sent to the south of the city to prevent fishing in troubled waters, and at the same time, to deal with some conflicts and incidents caused by the giant kite and giant fireworks.

The two searched all the way and finally found the most likely place to set off fireworks, which was this street.

But he didn’t expect that as soon as he walked into this street, he would find such a beggar who was obviously hurt.

Looking at this beggar with wounds all over his body, the two detectives looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other’s eyes.

Because neither of them had seen the wounds on this man’s body.

You know, these two people are elites among the police, and the wounds that they have never seen

are really incredible.

Could it be a new type of weapon that neither of them had seen before because it was invented recently?

It is not impossible. After all,

even in the Chu State, which values culture over military affairs, there are not a few new weapons produced every year.

But, who would use this kind of weapon to attack a beggar who has no use value at all?

The two detectives thought of this and glanced down in unison, finding that there was indeed nothing special about this beggar.

One of the detectives thought for a moment, squatted down, leaned into the beggar’s ear, and whispered, “Who is it?”

The beggar was still wailing in pain, turning a deaf ear to the detective’s questions.

The detective raised his voice and asked several more times.

The beggar seemed to understand something. He stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction.

Upon seeing this, the two detectives looked into the depths of the street in unison, looked at each other, and rushed in that direction.

To them, a little beggar is dead when he dies. It is no big deal and is not worthy of their rescue.

What’s more, as far as the wounds on this beggar’s body are concerned, even if a kind person is willing to send the policeman to the hospital, it is impossible to save him.

Even if you take 10,000 steps back, even if you are saved, as long as the beggar is still begging, the wound will easily relapse. At that time, you will still not be able to escape the word ‘death’, and it will be even more painful than now. It is better to leave it like this and save less. Suffer some.

It was only

when the two detectives followed the direction pointed by the beggar that they discovered that there was actually a wall deep in the alley.

Judging from the marks on the wall, no one climbed over it.

In this case, who hurt the beggar?

The two detectives had solemn expressions on their faces.

Neither of them had much interest in this beggar, and they were too lazy to avenge him.

It’s just that the weapons in this man’s hands are extremely cruel. If he is allowed to leave, it will not be something they can tolerate if he harms other ordinary people.

Therefore, they must find him before he hurts anyone again!

“This wall is so clean, there is no way anyone can pass by here!”

One of the detectives looked at the wall and said.

Another agent thought for a moment and asked, “Could it be that someone with extremely high Qing Gong skills could leap directly over this wall?”

The agent who spoke before heard this, smiled and said: “Since you have such superb Qinggong and are absolutely powerful, why don’t you leave from the front instead of taking a hidden path?

Even if such a master leaves in an open and honest manner, I guess we can’t stop him.”

Another detective said Hearing this, I thought it made sense. I frowned subconsciously, and the look of confusion on my face became even thicker.

In this case, who was the person who used that weapon to hurt the beggar before?

“Wait a minute!”

Just when he was confused, another detective beside him seemed to have suddenly discovered something. He frowned and looked down at his feet.

There, there was a pile of burned ashes, emitting a strong smell.

This smell is very familiar, especially during the Chinese New Year, when the streets and alleys are filled with this smell.

Thinking of this, the policeman reacted suddenly.

This is the smell of gunpowder.

This was the giant firework they were looking for.

The two looked at each other, and they could more or less see the surprised expressions on each other’s faces.

At the same time, an idea appeared in their minds.

Could it be that

this giant firework was the one that injured the beggar to this extent before?

(End of chapter)