Manager Liang looked at the little guy in front of him with some suspicion: "Little brat, you don't want to watch us old folks make a fool of ourselves, do you?"

Bai Yunxing quickly shook his head: "How could that be! You and Manager Cao, this is called a love-hate relationship!"

"This kid knows how to talk. Let's go! With you here, Old Cao will be more restrained."

Before long, they arrived at Manager Cao's residence.

"When Kang An was alive, Lao Cao went to the house where Kang An lived to make it easier to serve him."

"Now that Kang An is dead, that house is considered unlucky, and we don't like living there anymore, so Lao Cao moved back. There's no place like home."

Manager Liang knocked on the door as he spoke.

After waiting for a long time without anyone opening the door, Manager Liang wondered, "Could it be that she is really sick?"

After asking his neighbors and finding out that Manager Cao hadn't gone out today, Manager Liang decided to open the door himself.

Under Bai Yunxing's watchful gaze, Manager Liang skillfully pulled a thin, long stick from his sleeve.

The small stick slipped through the crack in the door, easily pried open the bolt inside, and pushed the door open.

"Let's go in."

Manager Liang was the first to walk into the courtyard.

Baiyunxing: ?

No, is it really that simple?

Also, Manager Liang, your movements are a bit too practiced.

The old man next door also came in, just in case something happens, he can lend a hand.

"Old Cao!"

Manager Liang shouted a few times, but there was still no response. Without any hesitation, he went straight to the inner room.

After searching around without finding anyone, Manager Liang gradually became uneasy.

Bai Yunxing tentatively suggested, "Could it be that Manager Cao went to visit relatives?"

Manager Liang waved his hand, his face showing urgency: "Old Cao is an orphan, raised by a widow. She passed away five years ago, and he has no family left."

Where can we go now?

There were some messy footsteps coming from outside the door, which meant that several people had arrived.

Bai Yunxing turned to look outside the door, and soon he saw yamen runners dressed in government uniforms appear.

The constables seemed not to have expected that there were other people inside.

"Manager Liang? What are you doing here?"

These yamen runners recognized Manager Liang and knew that he and Manager Cao were competitors.

“I was worried that Lao Cao might get sick at home alone, so I came to check on him.”

After answering, Manager Liang asked in return, "Old Liu? What's going on here?"

Bai Yunxing could clearly see that the leader of the constables' expressions changed instantly.

"Old Cao, he..."

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "He's dead."

Bai Yunxing's heart jolted, and he immediately thought of the severed hand that had appeared at his doorstep earlier that day.

Could it be such a coincidence?

But he had witnessed too many coincidences during his military campaigns.

"No, Lao Liu, you...you're joking, right?"

Manager Liang's expression immediately turned serious, and he looked at Liu the constable in disbelief.

"Yes, he's dead. This morning someone found a severed hand, and then someone else found a severed...tongue and head in an abandoned courtyard in the west of the city."

Let alone Manager Liang, even Bai Yunxing was somewhat shocked when he suddenly heard this.

Liu, the constable, was filled with righteous indignation, his voice rising with emotion: "We suspect it was done by the same people who killed Kang An last time. The methods were exceptionally cruel, even more so than last time! They dismembered him!"

Bai Yun'an, squatting outside the door: ? ? ?

They just threw it at him so carelessly?