C19 A Key to Ten Thousand Locks

Do you think Wei Qingyu's death is far away?

01.

Wei Baiyu brought Jiang Tang and sneaked into the private inner sect of the tavern.

When he was wandering the martial arts world with Black Blind, he had learned a lot of tricks and tricks, but the best ones were climbing walls and picking copper padlocks.

For example... One key could open ten thousand locks.

He covered his face and said shyly, "Do you want me to try?"

Are you a thief? Jiang Tang stared at him with her round eyes. After some thought, she grabbed his thin waist and went over the wall."

Wei Baiyu kicked his leg and laughed, "It's just explosives, so direct."

Especially when they entered the tomb.

The Black Blind had always relied on Lady Fu's luck to blow things up. When Jiang Tang had been studying feudalism and the country, he had used gunpowder to blow her up.

Jiang Tang shook her head and reached for a match in his arms.

There was nothing in the room that could light up the room.

However, Liang Qi seemed to have guessed that someone would come to visit and placed two or three half burnt candles near the candlestick.

"Arranging the formation? It's quite regular."

Three long, one short, one long, two short, it was indeed quite regular.

Jiang Tang walked around to the short table next to the window and flipped through the thick thread notebook. Thinking about it, it should have been moved by Liang Xi and there was still the smell of high grade cedars around.

Cedars... She grabbed Wei Baiyu's sleeve and sniffed.

It was light, but it was indeed the same shop.

"Maybe you're right." She threw away the excited Wei Baiyu and took out the paper left over from the origami crane. "Ah Fu took the pen from Pan Jia Yuan. Is Parker with you?"

"Sometimes, I really suspect that you're secretly observing me."

Wei Baiyu controlled his emotions and handed the pen to Jiang Tang.

Miss Fu's pen was actually stolen from Wei Jingyu's office and seemed to have been picked up from the ruins. There were even traces of fire on the cap.

Jiang Tang noticed it and smiled as she flipped through the book.

"Isn't it good to observe you in secret?"

"I like it in the open." Wei Baiyu stuck to her side like a newly-made cake. He squinted his eyes for a while and suddenly kissed Jiang Tang.

Jiang Tang patted his forehead. "Say it."

Wei Baiyu hugged her like a little butterfly that had stolen honey.

"It's said that Miss Three-Isles is married."

He held Jiang Tang's finger and flipped to two-thirds of the book.

On Wei Jingyu's bookshelf, there was a similar book. If he remembered correctly, there was a family member in the records - - Wei Baiyu pointed at Master Yu's column:

"Here, this is the leader."

Master Yu, Liang Yu.

Jiang Tang's copying stopped. The photo was taken with a telescopic camera and it was hard to tell who was who.

However, the name of the owner of the photo had been marked next to it.

She poked along the pattern.

The photo was taken by a reporter from the Chahar Chamber of Commerce. In the deep winter of 1955, Wei Jingyu, a member of the board of directors, announced the establishment of the repair team.

As for Liang Yu... Liang Yu...

Jiang Tang opened her eyes, "He looks exactly the same as Liang Qi and Liang Su."

"Then he might be a long lost relative." Wei Baiyu grabbed her photo and touched Miss Three-Isles, "TangTang, take a look, was Miss Three-Isles killed by Miss Sweeping Mother?"

Ah, so noisy. When did he become so noisy?

JiangTang stood on her tiptoes to block his mouth, like a cat holding a small carp in its mouth.

"Miss Mishima was burned to death by the Chahar Chamber of Commerce. In Liang Yu's memory, she was in the photo. In 1960, the two of them had a western-style wedding in John's Church."

Wei Baiyu was stunned by her kiss, "Then what about Liang?"

"It's my son."