C49 (1/2)

Back at the Janisa house, Ashley asked Yao how he could catch the murderer, and Yao told her, ”The Scythians have two traits. One is that they are good at fighting, and the other is that they are extremely fond of gold, and when they go on the battlefield to kill the enemy, they usually have to cut off the enemy's head and go back to claim credit for it. The leaders would then order the craftsmen to use gold and the enemy's head as a drinking vessel to reward the most outstanding warriors, and the Scythians would have an incomprehensible preference for these things.

A few days later, above the market near the Koenigs' house, a small middle-aged man was peddling antiques to passers-by and tourists. He was lucky that two items had been bought all morning by tourists from Europe and Japan. It was a fine wine, but the tourists, hearing that it was made from a human skull, gave up on the idea of buying it, so the most eye-catching of all was never bought.

The peddler was squatting down and smoking his cigarette, occasionally laughing and chatting with an old man who sold blankets to his side. Suddenly, a slim figure appeared in front of him.

He looked up at the man, dressed in jeans with a dark jacket and a baseball cap pulled low over his head. A scarf was wrapped around his face, obscuring his features. This person had a backpack slung over his back, casually looking at the goods at his feet. He looked no different from any other tourists.

The man squatted down and in awkward English chatted with the peddler, asking him about the price of the bone wine.

The vendor offered a high price, but the other party seemed to be a tycoon, agreeing to the deal without haggling. The buyer paid the bill, picked up the wine cup and examined it for a moment. Then, he immediately pulled open the lock of his backpack, placed the wine cup inside and got up to leave.

After hesitating for a while, the buyer went back to talk to him. The two agreed to make a deal here at noon tomorrow, and then the buyer hurriedly left the market with his remaining goods. The peddler also happily packed up and returned home.

The hawker lived not far away, in a commoner district residence a few miles away from the market. When he returned home, he excitedly showed his wife his harvests for the day. After a flirt, he sat down on a chair and smoked a cigarette while watching TV while his wife happily prepared lunch for him.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind the peddler and covered his mouth, followed by a familiar low voice warning him not to yell. That person indicated that he had no ill intentions and was here to buy his wine cup.

The peddler recognized the guest who had bought his bone glass not long ago and nodded in agreement. The man let go of his hand and dropped a wad of dollars on the table, telling him to get out his wineglass and trade immediately.

He got up and went to a wooden cabinet to take out a human skull wine set that was even more exquisite than the previous one. Just as the buyer was about to reach out to take it, a gun suddenly appeared in the peddler's hand and the black muzzle was pointed at the buyer's body. At the same time, the peddler's wife came out of the kitchen with a gun and walkie-talkie.

The buyer knew he had been fooled. He slowly raised his hands.

The peddler's wife called out to her companion over the walkie-talkie. Suddenly, the buyer let out a whistle. A white horse rushed in from outside the door. The vendor and his wife were shocked by the sudden turn of events. The buyer took the opportunity to wave his two knives at them, accurately stabbing them into the chest of the peddler and his wife. Then, he jumped onto his white horse, turned the reins, and dashed out the door into the street.

Just when he thought he could escape the trap, a white, fog-like object pounced on his head from the air like a guided bomb. It was a huge bird, but before he could clearly see what kind of bird it was, he was thrown down from his horse, landing heavily on the ground. Before he could react, more than a dozen strong men had already arrived and brought him under their control.

The three of them arrived in an open jeep. Wei Wuji greeted Old Bai and told him to land on his arm. Then, he gently and firmly grabbed its neck and stroked it a few times to show his appreciation for the reward.

Yao Yun walked over and pulled off the buyer's scarf, revealing a beautiful woman's face. ”As expected.” He looked at Yao Yun and ordered his men to escort this woman back to his home.