klisemfg Chapter 2090 Yu Liang Attacked
Chapter 2090 Yu Liang Attacked
Liu Jiulang, who was called out, swallowed hard, his eyes darting around as if searching for fragments in the depths of his memory.
He pondered for a moment before speaking, “I’ve seen the real Liu Jiulang, but I’ve never seen his face; he always wears a mask.”
He paused, his fingers unconsciously rubbing his cuffs. "He arranged for people to train us, to make us imitate his voice, his walking posture, the way he raised his hands, and even the angle at which he held the teacup when drinking tea, all exactly the same."
“Actually, there were more than just the three of us at the beginning!” Liu Jiulang No. 2 suddenly interjected, his tone tinged with urgency. “There were more than a dozen people like us at the beginning. We were also selected through layers of selection to stay.”
As he spoke, his gaze swept over the other two: "At the beginning, we didn't know how many were left behind, let alone the existence of each other."
Everyone was in their own private courtyard; apart from those training, no one else was seen.
Liu Jiulang No. 3 nodded hurriedly, his voice tinged with timidity: "Yes, yes, they only called the three of us together before the sacrifice."
That's when we found out that there were actually three of us left behind.
As Yan Ruyu listened to the three of them, she tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, pondering to herself: Liu Jiulang must have known about the danger of the sacrifice beforehand, and made arrangements in advance, even keeping the substitutes from each other, just to make the plan more secure.
This person is truly cunning and resourceful, having planned everything so meticulously.
Sitting to the side, Huo Changhe frowned slightly and asked, "Who trained you?"
Liu Jiulang No. 1 answered almost immediately: "It's a woman!"
"No, it's a man!" Liu Jiulang No. 2 immediately retorted, his tone certain. "The trainer I saw was clearly a man, with a hoarse voice and a full beard."
After they finished speaking, they both turned to look at Liu Jiulang No. 3, their eyes filled with questions and a hint of confrontation.
Liu Jiulang No. 3, being stared at by the two men, nervously swallowed and his voice trembled slightly: "My trainer is a man. He is very tall and always likes to put his hands behind his back when he talks."
Liu Jiulang's expression changed, and he hurriedly defended himself: "I didn't lie, the person who trained me really was a woman."
She wore a light blue dress, her hair styled in double buns, and spoke very gently, but she was extremely strict. If I couldn't imitate her movements correctly, she would make me practice repeatedly until midnight.
Yan Ruyu watched as the three of them each gave their own version of events, but did not immediately make a judgment. Instead, she took a pen and paper from the table next to her and spread them out in front of her: "Describe the appearance of the trainer, such as his or her facial features, in as much detail as possible."
Liu Jiulang spoke first: "That woman is probably around thirty years old, with a small mole at the corner of her eye."
She wore a light blue dress with white orchids embroidered on the cuffs, and spoke in a soft voice. Whenever she taught me a movement, she would first demonstrate it herself before having me imitate her.
Liu Jiulang No. 2 continued, "The man I met was about forty years old, with a somewhat square face, and his stubble on his chin was never cleanly shaved."
He was wearing a gray short jacket with a black belt around his waist, from which hung a small brass bell that jingled as he walked.
When he taught me to imitate Liu Jiulang's voice, he would hold a small wooden block and have me recite sentences in rhythm with him. If I mispronounced a sentence, he would tap my hand with the block.
Liu Jiulang No. 3 slowly recalled: "The man who trained me was thinner than the one No. 2 mentioned. He was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with a slightly wide forehead and small eyes that he always squinted at people."
He was wearing a dark blue long-sleeved shirt with slightly worn cuffs. When he taught me how to walk, he would tie a rope around my waist to keep me upright. If I bent over, he would pull the rope to remind me.
As the three talked, Yan Ruyu quickly sketched on the paper. The tip of her pen moved across the paper, and soon, the images of three different characters gradually became clear.
After the three of them finished speaking, Yan Ruyu put down her pen and handed the drawing paper to them.
Liu Jiulang No. 1 leaned over to take a look, and his eyes lit up immediately: "It's her! The drawing you made is exactly the same as the woman I saw, especially the mole at the corner of her eye and the orchid on her cuff. It's so similar!"
Liu Jiulang No. 2 also hurriedly peeked out and pointed to one of the male figures: "This is the man who taught me. He has a square face, stubble, and a copper bell at his waist!"
Looking at the remaining male figure, Liu Jiulang No. 3 nodded repeatedly: "Yes, that's him. He's squinting his eyes, and he's drawn so realistically that it's as if the real person is leaping off the paper."
All three looked surprised. They had thought it was just a casual drawing, but they hadn't expected it to be so accurate.
Yan Ruyu put away the drawing paper, folded it neatly and placed it aside. She already had some ideas in mind. There were actually three trainees, and they were even divided into men and women. It seemed that Liu Jiulang's arrangements were more complicated than she had imagined.
Meanwhile, on the streets outside Liu's residence, Yin Ding and his men did not slow down their search.
Yin Ding sat in a tea stall by the street, a cup of tea that had long since gone cold in front of him, but his eyes were fixed on the passers-by, carefully observing each person's expression and behavior, hoping to find some clues.
Wu Liang stayed in the Liu residence, questioning the servants and slaves one by one to find out about Liu Jiulang's daily life and his unusual behavior before the sacrifice.
The brothers Yu Fei and Yu Liang were not idle either. They split up, one wandering around the streets near the Liu residence, while the other went to the market to secretly find out if anyone had seen any suspicious people or heard any strange news.
Yin Ding had been sitting in the teahouse for almost an hour, wondering if he should move to another place to continue observing, when he suddenly saw someone running over in a panic in the distance. The figure looked somewhat familiar.
When the man got closer, Yin Ding recognized him as Yu Fei. Yu Fei's face was full of panic, his clothes were stained with blood, and his hair was disheveled.
Yin Ding immediately stood up, strode forward, and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"
Yu Fei grabbed Yin Ding's arm, his hand trembling slightly with tension, his voice trembling with sobs and urgency: "Guard Yin, something terrible has happened! My cousin has been murdered!"
Yin Ding's heart sank. He grabbed Yu Fei's shoulder to calm him down: "Where? Let's go!"
Yu Fei took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his flustered emotions, and spoke intermittently as he led the way.
"We searched the streets together. He was near a general store in the west of the city. I went to the market to inquire. We agreed to meet in half an hour, but I waited and waited and he didn't come. So I went back and heard his voice."
Near an alley, they found him lying on the ground, covered in blood!
Yin Ding frowned: "Did you see anyone suspicious leave?"
Yu Fei shook his head: "When I went in, he was the only one lying on the ground. I was too panicked at the time and didn't pay attention to whether there were any suspicious people around."
Yin Ding immediately made a decision: "I'll go check. You go and inform Wu Liang right away, and have him check if there are any suspicious people in the Liu residence."
Yu Fei nodded quickly, pointed out the location to Yin Ding, and hurried away.
Yin Ding suspected that Yu Liang's accident was definitely not an accident, but was likely related to Liu Jiulang's matter. Yu Liang must have seen something to kill him to cover it up.
He quickened his pace, planning that once he arrived, he would carefully examine the scene, leaving no stone unturned, while also reassuring the surrounding residents to prevent panic.