Chapter 63: The Gentleman's Exterior

  Wen Meng's approach is feasible, because from the killer's method of killing Yu Tingting, it can be seen that the killer was indeed somewhat frantic, and such a person must have a flawed personality, for example, being prone to sudden anger.

  If Nian Feng had this hidden personality, it would be much easier to prove that he was the murderer.

  The sky had already darkened, and Flower Gentleman decided to wait until tomorrow to continue the investigation.

  Tonight, the sky is filled with stars, a gentle breeze blows by, making people feel very comfortable. Huā Láng and Wēn Mèng sit in the courtyard, gazing up at the starry sky, as if they are looking at one story after another. Perhaps each star really has a story to tell, that story may be tragic and sorrowful, or joyful and exciting, or vague and unknown.

  And it's precisely because each star is different, each story is different, that this night sky, this world, makes people feel wonderful.

  Unconsciously, Wen Meng slowly leaned on Hualang's shoulder, her beautiful and elegant face at this moment looked even more captivating, making people want to kiss her uncontrollably.

  Just as Hua Lang was about to lean in, Wen Meng suddenly stood up and looked at him with a tired expression: "I'm so tired, I need to rest. You should get some rest too."

  Gazing at the departing figure of Wen Meng, Hua Lang helplessly shrugged his shoulders. If he had been a little faster, he might have gotten to kiss her goodbye.

  A night without words.

  The next day, everyone woke up and immediately went to ask about Nian Feng's character. To inquire about Nian Feng's news, they had to go to where Nian Feng lived.

  That place was a bit dilapidated, but the number of residents was not small. Of course, most of them were poor common people, and some down-and-out scholars also lived there. After Hualang and others arrived at this place, they inquired about Yifeng from several neighbors, but the result was very disappointing to Hualang and others. They all said that Yifeng was very elegant, and except for tasting tea and reading books every day, he didn't have any special behavior.

  Receiving such news was indeed somewhat disheartening, but a few people's words couldn't make Hu Lang and the others give up. They knew that even if Nian Feng had an extreme personality, he wouldn't reveal it in public. To find his secrets, they must ask more people.

  But they inquired of all the people who were with him, yet there was no result. The Yan Feng family was poor and had no one to ask about his situation, it's difficult.

  Just as everyone was about to leave, they saw a young man pulling a cage of chickens towards Yan Feng's home. Everyone was shocked when they saw the man, and Yan Feng had already been caught, so what was this person doing coming to Yan Feng's residence?

  Thinking so, they rushed over together. The young man selling chickens was suddenly surrounded by four people and was frightened out of his wits. He guarded himself saying: "You... what do you want to do?"

  Hualang smiled faintly: "Yifeng has already been locked up in a big prison, what are you doing here?"

  That young man was surprised when he heard that Nian Feng had been thrown into a big prison, but after he recovered, he hurriedly said: "I... I came to deliver chicken to Nian Feng."

  "Deliver chicken?"

  The young man nodded: "That's right, although this year is a bookworm, he likes to eat chicken very much. Every two days, I let him send me one, without interruption."

  Everyone who heard the young man's words felt very strange. Yan Feng was just a scholar, and he had so much money that he could eat chicken every other day. Such a life, I'm afraid even an ordinary family wouldn't be like this.

  Hualang felt that this matter was suspicious and asked: "Every time you finish delivering the chicken, do you help him slaughter it?"

  The young man selling chickens smiled foolishly and said, "If the guests ask for it, I'll help them slaughter, but this scholar Yan Feng never lets me help him with that."

  After listening to the young man's words, Hua Lang let him leave. The young man was reluctant, but after learning that Nian Feng had been caught, he didn't want to cause trouble either, so he hurriedly pushed his chicken coop and ran away.

  At this time, Wen Meng asked somewhat puzzled: "Nian Feng doesn't let people help kill the chicken, isn't that strange?"

  Hua Wanyou replied with a hint of teasing, "Of course it's strange! How could a scholar kill a chicken? The phrase 'hand no bound chicken' refers to scholars. My brother had never killed a chicken before either."

  This makes sense, but it's a bit embarrassing for Hualang. He quickly explained: "That was when my father was a butcher, killing chickens is a small matter, I didn't have the chance to do it."

  After joking around for a bit, Hua Lang said very seriously: "Nian Feng not letting anyone help him kill the chicken is indeed strange, there must be something fishy going on. Let's go to his house and investigate."

  Everyone nodded in agreement and then pushed open the small bamboo door to enter. They searched around in Nianfeng's room, but except for finding some chicken feathers in several corners of the room and some chicken blood on the floor, there was nothing else unusual.

  There were feathers and blood in the house, which could be explained by the fact that Nian Geng had been killing chickens when they broke free, so he chased after them, resulting in the feathers being scattered.

  As they searched around the house, Hualang and others came out to search. At this moment, an old woman passed by from the roadside. She saw strangers searching around Yanfeng's home and felt very suspicious. So she asked across the fence: "What kind of people are you? What are you looking for?"

  The young man saw the old woman and suddenly came up with a plan. He bowed to her across the fence, saying: "We are friends of Nian Feng's. He said he had a chicken that wasn't eaten and was buried. My family has a dog, and when Nian heard about it, he wanted us to dig up the chicken for the dog to eat. But I don't know where he buried the chicken. Do you know, old lady?"

  The old man's words were reasonable, and the old woman didn't suspect anything. She said: "Year Feng buried a whole chicken under the tree to your left, you can dig it up now. I was wondering at that time why he would bury a good chicken." After finishing speaking, the old woman left without staying any longer.

  After the old woman left, Hualang and others quickly took action. They dug for a while and soon dug out a big pit. Under the big pit, it was all dead chickens. The chickens below had started to rot, and there were maggots crawling around. The chickens above were covered in blood, but they were also unbearable to look at. What shocked everyone was that these chickens hadn't been eaten, but had lost a lot of blood.

  Hua Wanyi looked at the dead chicken in the pit and couldn't help but dry heave a few times. Finally, she really couldn't bear it and hastily retreated far away. Wen Meng and Yin Wu were both people of the jianghu, so they weren't afraid of this nauseating scene.

  After a long time, Wen Meng looked at Hua Lang and asked: "What's going on here? The Yan Feng family is not wealthy, yet they bought so many chickens. They didn't eat them, just bled them, and then buried all of them?"

  After listening to Wen Meng's words, Hua Lang slightly shook his head: "Not bloodletting, but human bite wounds."