piratefiction Chapter 24 Getting Involved
Chapter 24 Getting Involved
Feng Yanwu sat upright on the brocade mat, slowly sipping his tea, a look of contentment on his face.
After resting for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Feng Yanwu got up, packed his bags, and continued on his journey.
While waiting for the bus, he suddenly turned towards the rear of the bus and his gaze fell on Chen Ye, who was busy at work.
At this moment, Chen Ye was squatting beside the carriage shaft, carefully inspecting the axle and tenon joints. Sensing the gaze, he raised his head.
"Young man, what's your name?" Feng Yanwu asked.
Chen Ye stood up, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "This humble servant's surname is Chen."
Feng Yanwu nodded and said, "This journey has been long and arduous; thank you for your hard work. When we arrive in Luoyang, in addition to the original reward, I will have the accountant give us an extra portion."
Hearing this from the side, Zuo Dongxi quickly clasped his hands in thanks on behalf of Chen Ye.
Feng Yanwu said nothing more and turned to get into the car.
Before the carriage curtain fell, he waved to the guards, indicating that they could rest a little longer before continuing.
Chen Ye glanced at the carriage where Feng Yanwu was, his eyes flickering slightly.
He had worked as a servant in the Gao family and was used to seeing wealthy young men who didn't treat their servants like human beings.
It's rare to see someone like Feng Yanwu; he has the demeanor of a true gentleman.
Although the master said that he could continue to rest, no one in the entire convoy dared to slack off.
After a short wait, the carriages and horses set off again.
Just as the convoy was halfway there, a loud, muffled crash suddenly came from the carriage where Feng Yanwu was, as if someone was struggling and rolling inside.
Then came the sharp sound of porcelain shattering.
The commotion abruptly ceased.
The bodyguard sensed something was wrong, quickly approached the carriage curtain, and whispered, "Young Master?"
No one answered.
The bodyguard's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly lifted the carriage curtain.
Inside the car, teacups were overturned, tea was splashed everywhere, and the car was in a mess.
Feng Yanwu slumped in the carriage, his jaw clenched, his body arched backward.
The guard's face turned pale, and he quickly stepped forward to turn him over and examine him carefully.
Feng Yanwu's face was bluish-purple, and he was already lifeless.
The bodyguard hurriedly ordered, "Quickly! Send a message back to the manor! Also, seal off the scene; no one is allowed to leave!"
The convoy came to a sudden stop.
The other guards nearby, having caught a glimpse of what was happening inside the car, immediately surged forward in a chaotic frenzy.
Seeing a large crowd in front of the convoy, Chen Ye quickly got out of the car and ran over.
He stood outside the carriage and glanced inside through the crowd.
There were no signs of a struggle in the carriage. Feng Yanwu was lying in the carriage with his head and feet tightly curled inward, like the loom used for weaving.
His death was extremely tragic.
Chen Ye recognized at a glance that Feng Yanwu had died from poisoning; his posture was medically known as opisthotonus.
Only highly toxic substances could cause such a scene.
Chen Ye looked around and found that the Feng family's guards had surrounded the area like an iron barrel.
Feng Yanwu's carriage was isolated within the cordon, and no one was allowed to approach it.
Listening to the surrounding people's discussions, Chen Ye knew that the Feng family's private soldiers were on their way.
He sensed that something was wrong.
Once the Feng family arrives, it's easy to imagine what will happen to a nobody like him in this place where human life is cheap.
We cannot sit idly by and wait for our doom; we must take the initiative.
The train carriage is the crime scene and the only breakthrough point; we need to go inside and take a look to get a clear picture.
However, he was just a car dealership employee, with no relation to the Feng family, and was not allowed to get close to them at all.
Chen Ye pondered for a moment, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with some ideas.
He walked straight through the crowd and found the Feng family guards who were solemnly watching over the vehicles. He said in a businesslike manner, "These vehicles were purchased from Shuntong Car Dealership. I am the car dealership's escort clerk. The dealership's rule is 'the car is the person.' Now that the Third Young Master is in trouble, I need to inspect the vehicles first to confirm that the problem is not with the vehicles themselves."
He paused, carefully choosing his words, and then spoke more bluntly: "If there's nothing wrong with the car, then it's a human error, and Shuntong Car Rental can't bear that responsibility. This needs to be thoroughly investigated."
The guard looked him up and down.
The escort worker, instead of defending himself, is concerned about the driver; what a strange character.
However, there is some truth to what he said.
If the problem lies with the vehicle, then it's the responsibility of Shuntong Car Rental, and has nothing to do with them.
Right now, he's in a hurry to distance himself from the situation, and if this person is willing to take the blame onto the car dealership, that would be exactly what he wants.
"Yes, but you can't touch anything."
Chen Ye nodded, walked up to the carriage, placed his hands on the shaft, and leaned into the carriage.
The curtain was lifted, and light streamed into the carriage.
The scene inside suddenly became much clearer.
Feng Yanwu's eyes were bulging, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he showed obvious signs of opisthotonus.
He was undoubtedly poisoned to death.
Feng Yanwu is a martial arts master who has undergone five transformations, achieving a perfect physical body.
For someone with such cultivation to die from poisoning in such a short time, a low concentration of gaseous poison simply couldn't do it; it must have been caused by ingestion of poison.
Moreover, this poison is probably specifically designed to suppress a martial artist's qi and blood.
The higher one's cultivation level, the faster one dies, which is why he didn't even manage to scream.
Chen Ye's gaze unconsciously fell on the purple clay teapot on the low table.
The spout is facing down, and no tea is dripping from the spout.
There is nothing unusual.
However, there was a teacup on the ground next to Feng Yanwu that looked rather strange.
A barely perceptible glimmer of light emanated from the inner edge of the opening.
When the light at the doorway shifted, that sliver of light became even more noticeable.
His intuition told him that this was most likely a poisoning device.
Chen Ye's expression remained unchanged. He withdrew his gaze, jumped off the carriage shaft, and said, "The carriage is intact, with no signs of external force."
The volume was just right, neither too loud nor too soft, so that everyone around could hear it clearly.
He looked every bit the part of a guy who valued the reputation of the car dealership highly.
The guard from the Feng family snorted coldly and muttered, "This car dealership clerk is more concerned than the government officials."
He waved impatiently, shooing Chen Ye away.
Chen Ye retreated into the crowd and walked to Zuo Dongxi's side.
Zuo Dongxi's face was as pale as paper. He had been patrolling the horse caravan for more than ten years and had seen dead people before, but he had never encountered one of such high status.
A young master from a noble family who had been reincarnated five times was poisoned to death in his own carriage. This job was probably a trap from beginning to end.
He estimated that the situation was likely dire and that it would be difficult for him to escape.
Seeing Chen Ye approach, he lowered his voice and asked, "Did you see anything?"
"No," Chen Ye said, glancing at him.
Time passes little by little.
After waiting for almost half a day, everyone was getting a little impatient.
Just as the guards were about to lose control, the Feng family steward arrived at the scene with the Feng family's private soldiers and surrounded everyone on the spot.
The head steward of the Feng family immediately climbed into the carriage and was shocked to see that Feng Yanwu was already dead.
"Search the entire convoy for any clues."
At the order of the head steward of the Feng family, the private soldiers immediately began searching the premises.
The scene instantly descended into chaos.
One by one, the carriage chests were opened, revealing neatly arranged goldfish inside.
"Someone has moved things here."
A member of the Feng family's private army shouted.
The head steward of the Feng family rushed over and saw that there were indeed signs of disturbance. He immediately concluded that someone in the convoy was acting in collusion with them.
He immediately shouted, "Take them all down and bring them back to the capital to be dealt with by the patriarch!"