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  Chen Yuan was so frightened that he almost shouted out loud, but suddenly thought that if this person was the suspect Zhao Hu was looking for, and Zhao Hu found him on his own cart, wouldn't it be hard to explain?

  Fortunately, Zhao Hu's eyes were looking at the street corner at this time and did not notice Chen Yuan's change in eye movement. He said to himself: "The woman who was exposed yesterday appeared again last night. She and a masked man fought for half an hour in front of the Taishi Mansion. When we arrived, there was only a bloodstain on the ground. I think someone must have been injured."

  Chen Yuan's heart racing, he slowly covered the lid and jumped off the carriage, only thinking of leaving quickly: "Don't worry, sir. If I find any suspicious person, I will definitely report back to you."

  Zhao Hu finally turned his head and looked at him. Chen Yuan bowed his head respectfully, making it impossible for Zhao Hu to see the expression on his face.

  He had never experienced such a thing before, although there was no mirror, but Chen Yuan dared to confirm that his current complexion was not good-looking.

  Zhao Hu patted Chen Yuan's shoulder: "That woman shot a flying dart last night, obviously with a grudge in her heart, and we should also be careful."

  Chen Yuan replied: "Yes, thank you for your concern, sir."

  Zhao Hu again made a few statements and then led the other constables to continue their search. However, Chen Yuan's wine barrel was not checked by him.

  Until the last catcher's figure disappeared from his line of sight, Chen Yuan finally let out a sigh of relief, lifted his head to wipe the sweat on his forehead and said in a low voice: "Oh my, I was scared to death."

  Who is the person inside the wine barrel? Chen Yuan looked around and saw that there were not many pedestrians, so he pushed the cart into a small alley, looked around again, and only then dared to open the lid of the barrel once more.

  All I saw at first was a head, with hair disheveled and covering the entire face. It was impossible to tell the age or sex.

  Finally saw the whole person after opening it a bit more.

  That person curled up at the bottom of the barrel, slender and small in stature, with a slightly protruding chest, was obviously a woman.

  A short sword fell beside him, with a wound starting from his shoulder and cutting all the way to his right arm. The wound was very deep, and Chen Yuan could even see the white bone.

  The bottom of the wine barrel was all blood, and it's a good thing this barrel was for wine. If it were any other kind of barrel, the blood would have leaked out long ago.

  Chen Yuan brushed aside the disheveled hair and finally recognized that this was the woman who had hit him with a brick last night.

  The girl's entire face was abnormally pale, Chen Yuan put his hand on her neck artery and could still feel the pulse.

  What's wrong?

  Chen Yuanyi gritted his teeth and decided to drag the woman out and throw her by the side of the road. As for what happened next, whether she was caught by the constables, killed by the Qiu family, or rescued by kind-hearted people, as long as it had nothing to do with him, he didn't care.

  He stretched out his two hands to pull the woman out: "Sister, are you going to die? Don't die in my wine barrel, or I'll have no business to do in the future!"

  Just halfway through, two catchers suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley. The two catchers saw Chen Yuan and immediately shouted: "Hey, what are you doing?"

  Chen Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stuffed the woman back into the barrel: "I, I, I'm scrubbing barrels, I'm scrubbing wine barrels!"

  Two catchers exchanged a glance, grasped the handle of their knives and slowly walked towards Chen Yuan.

  Obviously, Chen Yuan's reason is very stupid. There isn't even a spittoon in this alley, nor a rag on hand, what bucket can be scrubbed?

  "Come down! Stand by the wall!" The two captors slowly closed in.

  Chen Yuan's face was distorted, and he slowly got down from the cart: "Two officials, I really have nothing to do with it! I'm just a wine seller, and I just opened for business this morning. I don't know why things turned out like this! Really, I really don't know!"

  He was almost in tears, but the two catchers were stern: "Against the wall! Squat down! Don't move!"

  Facing the gleaming steel knife, Chen Yuan was very self-aware and squatted down.

  One bailiff leaned towards Chen Yuan, while another walked towards the wine barrel.

  The catcher's foot was already on the car, and with just a bit more effort, he could get in and see the woman in the wine barrel.

  At this moment, a fierce fighting sound suddenly came from the street, and the crisp collision of weapons echoed throughout the street.

  "Brothers! Surround him! Don't let him get away!"

  The shout stunned both of the catchers and Chen Yuan was also stunned.

  Then a man in black suddenly rushed into the alley, and several catchers chased after him. The two catchers didn't care about Chen Yuan anymore, stood side by side, and raised their knives to meet him.

  The man in black obviously didn't expect that there would be two more constables in the alley, and once he was caught, it wasn't easy to get rid of them.

  Chen Yuan saw that the catchers and the men in black were fighting fiercely, so he didn't care about anything else. He covered the wine barrel, pushed the cart, and ran towards another exit.

  Let's run first and talk later. Even if the situation gets worse, it's still better than being caught and locked up in a wine barrel with a dying prisoner.

  The sound of fighting gradually faded away, Chen Yuan was already exhausted and sweating profusely, but he still didn't dare to stop his footsteps. After running back to the inn in one breath, Chen Yuan shouted at a worker who was helping him smash the counter: "Brother, help me out, can you help me carry this wine barrel into my room?"

  The craftsman took a look: "Empty or full?"

  "Empty, no, full."

  The workman beckoned another companion: "I'm not enough on my own, come on, let's lift it together, the three of us."

  After the wine barrels were moved into Chen Yuan's room, the craftsmen continued to work and told Chen Yuan that by noon, the entire project should be completed without delaying the afternoon business.

  Chen Yuan didn't hear what they said at all, after entering the room he sat on his own bed, staring at the big wine barrel, not even going to open the lid, his heart was in a flurry of panic: "What to do? What should I do?"

  He is just a businessman. In his past life, he only knew how to do business, and in this life, he also only wants to do business.

  Suddenly having a "wanted criminal" who is about to die in his own room, he really didn't know how to deal with it.

  Leave her? Isn't that asking for trouble?!

  Report to the authorities?

  He went on to say that he had gone out early in the morning to deliver wine and then brought back empty wine barrels, but who would have thought that there was a wanted fugitive hiding inside one of them. What a coincidence! Who would believe it?

  Chen Yuan was stunned for a while, and then a vicious thought suddenly rose up: "If not, I'll just kill her! And throw her out, who knows it's me who killed her?"

  She was hurt so badly, she might be dead by now. If she's really dead, I'll have to find a way to get rid of her.

  Chen Yuande took two deep breaths to calm himself down, then slowly got up and walked to the wine barrel, slowly opening the lid.

  The woman inside was still in the same state as before. Chen Yuan reached out and touched her neck artery again, she's still alive.

  What's going on? Did he really kill her?

  Chen Yuan picked up the short sword from under the bucket of the woman, and suddenly felt his hand trembling violently. It turned out that killing someone also required great courage.

  Chen Yuan hesitated for a while and couldn't bring himself to take action.

  "I'll just close my eyes and send it over with one sword."

  He tightly closed his eyes, not daring to look at the woman again, and slowly stretched out his hands grasping the short sword towards the front.

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