Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

With an exclamation.

Other drinkers also responded.

"The coachman?"

"Why him? What reason does he have to kill people?"

"Did you read it in the newspaper?"

It was a mess under the stage.

Obviously, the final murderer was someone most people didn't guess.

Or rather unexpected.

Saban looked at the crowd's reactions without any change in expression.

Then the story continued.

"We were all stunned and overwhelmed by the dramatic changes before our eyes."

The drinkers fell silent for a moment.

There is more story behind it.

Moreover, not only them, but also other people in the story did not expect that the murderer would be a coachman.

"At this time, the coachman took the opportunity to escape from Wu Heng, rushed to the window, smashed the glass with one punch, and prepared to jump out of the window to escape."

"Fortunately, we reacted quickly and rushed over to catch him."

"The driver was very ferocious and began to struggle hard. After he fully understood the situation, he gave up the idea of ​​escaping and leaned against the wall to catch his breath."

"I didn't expect that I would be trapped here. Perhaps you would like to listen to why I killed those two villains. Before we could say anything, the coachman began to tell his story."

The drinkers' expressions suddenly became serious.

The drinkers got serious again.

I intend to listen to the other party's reasons to explain such an ending.

……

Nautilus Tavern.

"Twenty years ago, Hou Bo was still a handsome young man, smart and capable, looking for silver mines in the valley with a few friends."

"On a warm day in June, he met the beautiful Lucy, was attracted by her charm, and pursued her passionately."

"Lucy also admired his talent and agreed to his pursuit."

"Lucy and her adoptive father John were once rescued by a group of believers, and have been living under the control of the sect ever since."

"The sect's doctrine stipulates that the daughters of its members must marry members of the same sect."

"Lucy is the most beautiful girl in the area. She has been favored by many people for a long time. The two most powerful ones are Enoch Drebber and Joseph Stangerson, the sons of two leaders in the church."

The drinkers frowned.

Both the murderer and the deceased appeared.

It seems that there will be no more twists in the story.

The rest of the story is even simpler.

Lucy's father was killed by members of the sect. Lucy was taken back and forced to marry Drebber. She died of exhaustion and depression in less than a month.

This time, Hou Bo found a job as a carriage driver in the city and found an opportunity to kill them with his own hands.

"Hou Bo's story is over, and his life is about to end."

"The long-term hard life made him suffer from an incurable disease. The blood at the scene of Zhui Bo's death was the result of Hou Bo's excitement when he found his enemy. Of course, the bloody words were also improvised by him using his own blood."

"After completing his revenge plan, Hou Bo had no more worries. He died with a smile on his face the day after he was captured."

The story ended, and the bard bowed and walked down the wooden platform.

The drinkers below, however, were still unable to recover from the story.

The ending turned out to be like this.

The murderer that the plot has been looking for is the coachman.

But the ending after solving the case was not as satisfying as expected. The original victim was the real murderer, and the person they had been investigating was only seeking revenge for their lover.

“This story has some staying power.”

"Damn it, I feel like an accomplice."

"The island owner shouldn't have taken on the case at the time."

"If he hadn't been caught, he wouldn't have lived long. He was sick."

The drinkers began to talk.

Counter location.

Philippa stood up, walked to the wooden board beside her, and knocked hard. "Look, the murderer is the coachman. If you guessed it right, come to me to settle the bill."

The pub continued to be in chaos.

"Fuck, whoever can guess the coachman, I will think he is cruel."

……

Soon, the news that the murderer was the coachman came across the island like a wave.

This matter was being discussed everywhere and became the hottest topic on the island.

"How could it be the coachman?"

"He's only appeared a few times, so it can't be him anyway."

"I have the previous newspaper. I went back and checked it. It does give a hint."

"You didn't hear the coachman's recollections. He had a lover who was killed by the deceased."

“Then who is the victim?”

"Can't tell."

……

Central District.

A long line formed outside the city hall.

The newsman spread the word that detective books could be purchased at the city hall.

If anyone wants to purchase the collection, they can go to the Town Hall to buy it.

Soon, a lot of people gathered here.

If there hadn't been a team from the association and skeletons guarding the scene, the place would have been in chaos.

At this moment, a figure squeezed out of the crowd.

He ran towards the cloaked figure in the distance, and when he got closer, he held up the newspaper and said, "Princess, I got it. It's signed by the previous island owners."

The cloaked figure tucked his golden hair under his hood and said in a somewhat reprimanding tone: "What's wrong with you? I told you not to call me like that outside."

"I'm sorry, miss. I forgot about it just now. There were too many people over there, and someone even touched my butt." The little servant said aggrievedly.

The princess put away the book and said softly, "When you come out next time, wear a cloak. We can't attract other people's attention."

The two walked out together.

The maid continued in a low voice: "My lady, will the person you are looking for be on this island?"

"I don't know." The princess sighed and continued, "When I saw him, he was outside Treasure Island. I doubt he will be on this island."

"Could it be the island owner? He is very mysterious and powerful."

"I don't know."

"The island owner is really amazing. The newspaper said that he has joined the Hongwen Society."

"Yes."

The two chatted and gradually left the bustling central area.

……

Association, Deacon's Study.

The two sisters sat together, reading the newspapers in their hands.

"Damn it, it's the coachman. My pocket money, my pocket money..." Shi Yali shouted madly.

Xi Lagui rolled her eyes at her and said, "Don't shout, if someone hears you they'll think something's happened!"

Shi Yali grabbed her arm and shook it vigorously, "I told you to go ask him who the murderer is, but you refused to go. Where's my money?"

Xi Lagui's eyes widened. "Is this also my fault?"

"This month's living expenses are yours." Shi Yali hugged him.

"I can't stand you." Xi Lagui said helplessly, but still said: "I can go out, but you are not allowed to participate in this kind of thing in the future."

It's good to pay compensation once.

So as to avoid picking up these bad habits after arriving on the island.

"Don't worry, I didn't want to touch it in the first place." Shi Yali agreed, and then leaned on Xi Lagui's shoulder, "This murderer is really unexpected."

"Yeah, he's a miserable person."

Shi Yali continued to ask: "Tell me, what's so special about Wu Heng's story? The association has so many heroic propaganda stories, but no one reads them. But his story can still make money outside."

Xi Lagui glanced at the newspaper, thought for a moment, and said, "Maybe the angle is different."

"What angle?"

Xilagui continued to think about it and explained according to her own thoughts, "Hero stories are either about great achievements or growing up in a powerful family. They stand on a high platform and are illuminated by the sun.

Wu Heng's story is the opposite. When he was a great detective, he didn't even have a career scroll. The maid, Bernie, came out of the village. They had never seen the sun, but they still looked like heroes. "

Shi Yali raised her eyebrows, "I understand what you mean, it seems to make some sense. Wu Heng tells stories about ordinary people, not heroic deeds."

Xi Lagui said: "From the perspective of the islanders, which story do you think you like better?"

Shi Yali nodded, indicating that she understood the meaning.

Changing the subject, he continued, "What level are you at?"

Xilagui frowned, "Level 13, what for?"

"What are you waiting for? Newspapers are so popular now. You and Wu Heng are together. When you reach level 15, it will be a good opportunity to promote you." Shi Yali said immediately.

Xi Lagui blushed and stood up with a stern face, "I'm leaving. You have to figure out how to pay for your living expenses this month."

"Don't!"

……

Shannara Mansion.

Both sides of the long dining table were now filled with elegantly dressed caravan representatives.

The large caravans are located closest to the table and are the closest to having refreshments.

There were also representatives of small and medium-sized caravans following behind, about twenty people in total.

"Mrs. Shannella, if you have anything to say, just tell me!" A representative took a sip of tea and spoke.

The wood elves did not make public the fact that Shannara's power had been taken away.

Except for the top leaders of the clan, no one knew what really happened. They only knew that there were some adjustments within the Star Flower.

Shannara had some disagreements with the Elders Council, but she was still the president.

From the outside, it seems that Shannara is delegating power and no longer taking care of everything personally.

He is still the president, in front of the representatives of Treasure Island.

Still has enough influence.

Seeing that most people had arrived, Shannara nodded and said, "We are all old friends, so I will just get straight to the point. The owner of Wuheng Island talked to me yesterday about something. He wanted to set up a commodity exhibition on the island. High-quality commodities will be exhibited, and Star Flower will participate. If you are willing to participate, you can go to the city hall to sign up in advance."

exhibition?

This is the first time I've heard of this name.

But it can also be understood from the literal meaning, which is to exhibit the goods.

"Mrs. Shannella, what's the use?" someone asked.

Shannara smiled and explained, "I have summarized a few points. Let me tell you. The first one is Treasure Island's orders. Since last year, Treasure Island has received a large amount of order resources, reaching a huge level. The island owner will also select some satisfactory caravans for cooperation.

The second point is that it is a kind of external publicity, expanding the influence of the caravan, and the publicity in newspapers will only benefit us. "

Everyone looked at each other and began to discuss in low voices.

It sounds like it will be of some benefit to his caravan, but it doesn't seem like a big deal.

Shannella continued, "Have you read the latest newspapers?"

Everyone shook their heads. They had received the invitation early in the morning and hurried over.

No one noticed whether a new issue of the newspaper was distributed.

"What does this new issue of the newspaper have to do with the exhibition?" someone asked.

Shannara's tone remained calm, "Wu Heng has already joined the Hongwen Association. According to unconfirmed news, a certain leader from the headquarters wants to take him in as an apprentice. The entire Treasure Island has received much attention from the association's headquarters. Establishing a good relationship with him is also an opportunity to get closer to him."

The representatives of each caravan were stunned and their expressions changed instantly.

Hongwenhui, the disciple of a big shot.

It must have something to do with Luan's challenge.

Last time, Shannara brought several caravans and recommended Wu Heng to become the island owner.

In the end, the other party really became the owner of the island. The caravan that signed the agreement was exempt from tax for three years, and each individual also made huge profits.

This time Shannara has new news.

It certainly can't be faked.

"The affairs of this headquarters have nothing to do with our caravan. I am just responding to the call of the island owner. I will have people go to the city hall to sign up when the time comes."

"Indeed, the Star Flower has joined, so this exhibition will definitely be great, so let's join in too."

"We will go and sign up too."

……

Island owner's mansion.

Wu Heng stretched and put away the electromagnetic gun blueprint in front of him.

One morning.

I have read part of the content and have a certain understanding of the above records.

After all, it is a design drawing, which mostly records the names, sizes and connection methods of accessories, but does not contain any professional terms or knowledge.

Wu Heng stood up, walked to the side, waved his hand, and released the "Mansion Spell".

The towering space cracks and stone doors opened one after another.

The artillery tower and soldier hiding cave behind are revealed.

Wu Heng took a look inside and gave an order: "Move up the bullets and shells, and get them all out."

Wow~!

The skeletons in the soldier cave took action.

He walked out carrying boxes of ammunition.

Machine guns and machine cannons were created within the mansion technique, but the shells were real, otherwise they could not be fired.

Last night, after finishing with Shannara.

Wu Heng also thought about the problem of electromagnetic gun.

With current technology, it is obviously impossible to build an electromagnetic gun, but in the "mansion technique", it may not be impossible.

Just follow the drawings and create each component in the mansion art.

It is much more convenient than modern research and development and manufacturing.

Soon, the skeletons moved out all the bullets.

Wu Heng's spirit was mobilized, and the scene in the entire "mansion" began to collapse.

Forming an open and flat open space.

Wu Heng picked up the blueprint, started to create according to the information on it.

With the injection of mental power.

One by one, accessories began to be created in the 'mansion'.

The parts then self-assemble in mid-air to form a higher-level part.

Once assembled, proceed to create the second set and continue assembling.

“It feels like looking at a blueprint and playing with Lego.”

Wu Heng muttered.

……

Not long after.

Wu Heng then assembled the thumb-thick drawings that were bound together.

“It feels feasible!”

Wu Heng was delighted.

But he did not continue to create. Instead, he closed the mansion technique and rested aside to recover his mental strength.

No rest.

In mid-air, three ghosts flew back one after another.