Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 847 - 83 Master and Famous Detective (6000 words)_4

Chapter 847 -83 Master and Famous Detective (6000 words)_4

“This person is the innocent victim I mentioned to you. Unfortunately, his life force has dissipated, and his last words were already incoherent.”

“He only muttered about his mother and the words ‘mountain moon.’

Wuxin was silent, her charming eyes narrowed as though she had thought of something. She leaned down to check and focused on his palms. After a moment of frowning, she placed the palms back on his chest, stood up, and said:

“He’s a gambler.”

“Moreover, he’s likely a gambler in deep debt, frequently tossing dice. Only this kind of lifelong indebted gambler going missing would fail to attract attention.”

“The words ‘mountain moon’—since you said they were unclear—could be referring to Shanyue Alley, Sanyue Alley, Shangle Alley. I will investigate this matter. Someone will come to transport these three corpses tonight.”

After speaking, she slightly tidied her collar, nodded to Wang Anfeng, and prepared to leave. Wang Anfeng already had some thoughts. This matter yesterday was quite risky, though he said he wasn’t afraid, he didn’t want to be caught up in it either. He stepped forward, blocking Wuxin’s path, and said calmly:

“Hold on, this matter…”

Wuxin took out a package from her arms, handed it to Wang Anfeng, and said:

“A token of goodwill.”

“Pastries from the Seven Tastes House in the city, very delicate in flavor, quite good.”

“White as snow, dabbed with rouge, red as peach blossoms, with a light sugar filling, subtle yet lingering in taste.” ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Wang Anfeng paused slightly, his gaze resting on the pastries, almost as if he could smell their aroma through the oilpaper.

He let out a small sigh, raised his head, and said:

“That’s not the issue.”

Wuxin continued without pause, retrieved a heavy envelope from her arms, and placed it atop the pastries, speaking succinctly:

“This is part of the advance from the Ministry of Punishment for this case.”

“I’ve added money.”

Wang Anfeng’s mouth twitched. Normally suffering due to Silver Coin, he felt an indescribable sense of extravagance from Wuxin’s casual mention of adding money and gritted his teeth:

“What I mean is, this matter involves quite a lot…”

Wuxin took out a third item from her arms, placing it on top.

“A piece of external intelligence from White Tiger Hall.”

Wang Anfeng: “…”

“Deal.”

Moments later, Wuxin had already left. Wang Anfeng held the piece of intelligence in his hand, took a deep breath, and opened it up. It contained intelligence on some external personnel of White Tiger Hall, no higher than Sixth Rank, over twenty people. While not involving the core, it allowed for some insight into the organization’s vast scope and fearsome nature.

Among them were even two individuals with significant status locally in plain sight.

Such a vast organization, perhaps only the Imperial Court could accurately gather its information.

Wang Anfeng closed his eyes. For the first time in years, he was so close to this gigantic organization. He then glanced at the other two items on the table, realizing something, his eyes slightly widened.

Wait, did Wuxin initially only pull out pastries?!

Only pastries.

Wang Anfeng’s mouth twitched.

He thought of the world-renowned detective with cold demeanor and meticulous actions, thought of the nickname ‘Cruel Official of the World,’ thought of his methods being ruthless and brutal.

Then he thought of him taking out the Seven Tastes House pastries.

This guy, did he think just pastries were enough from the start?

Wang Anfeng was simultaneously annoyed and amused, bursting into laughter, shaking his head, and opened the oilpaper. Inside were white pastries, indeed very appealing to the eye. After eating one piece, the taste was good, sweet, and pleasant, and soon he had another, almost unable to stop.

Footsteps approached from outside, and Wang Anfeng instinctively put the pastries away.

Then he saw Dongfang Ximing standing at the door, the girl’s gaze fixated on the oilpaper package hidden behind his back, looking at the pastry in Wang Anfeng’s mouth.

Wang Anfeng coughed twice and took out the pastries he had instinctively put away from behind him.

“Ahem, Xi Ming…”

“Want one?”

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