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Chapter 491 Prosthetic Hand
Several letters written by false names were spread out in front of him, Zhuang Haoran only glanced at the letters and threw them back in front of Yang Yan: "Master Yang, since you want me to take over, why don't you take all the letters? Come?"

The content of these letters was intermittent, and after a quick glance, he only took a few of the unimportant ones and asked him to read them.

"Master Yang's family letter can't be seen?" Zhuang Haoran sneered and stabbed him.

Yang Yan didn't care about Zhuang Haoran's ridicule. Anyone who is forced to do things will not be happy, not to mention that his blackmail of Zhuang Haoran hit Zhuang Haoran's seven inches. He became suspicious.

"The family letter is a private matter, and the content is not important." Facing Zhuang Haoran's sarcasm, Yang Yan said calmly. He pointed to the letters on the table and said, "I want to find the person who pretended to be the letter."

Zhuang Haoran responded with a slight snort, but after glancing at the letter on the table again, he paused, and then said: "Smart people don't slander! I thought that ordinary handwriting could not be hidden from my eyes, but I really don’t see any problem between the letters on this table and Mr. Yang’s letters. This is not an ordinary rubbing and tracing, even each word is different, but each word has its own Mr. Yang's writing habit."

Ordinary rubbings and tracings are naturally obtained from most of Yang Yan's handwriting, rubbing down the same characters and putting them together. Such letters seem to be no problem, but after all they are rubbings put together, similar in shape but not in spirit.Unlike the letters on this table, there is no such rigidity at all.

"Master Yang, I heard that some people suffer from twin soul disease, and they often don't remember what they did." Zhuang Haoran looked at Yang Yan and said mockingly, "Do you want to find a doctor? "

"I don't have twin soul disease." Yang Yan didn't even look at Zhuang Haoran when he heard the words, but dropped his eyes to the letters in front of him again, and then said after a pause, "It's normal if you don't see the problem, even me... . . . unless you are sure that you did not write these letters, you must assume that they were written by me."

As soon as these words came out, Zhuang Haoran couldn't help but rolled his eyelids: "Master Yang, you can't see the problem yourself, but you asked me to see it?"

"What I want you to do is not to find the problem in the letter." Yang Yan received the letters that Zhuang Haoran had read over, and looked up at Zhuang Haoran, "I want you to help me find someone, find someone... ...the one who can trace the gods in his handwriting."

"I don't think there is such a person in this world, and I have never heard of or seen such a person." Zhuang Haoran leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair and looked at Yang Yan, "Master Yang, Mingren Don't talk dark words, you have been in Jiangnan Road for twenty years, and you know more about the strange people and strangers in Jiangnan Road than I do, so why do you think Zhuang, who is new here, can help you find such strange people?"

"In the past [-] years, I have never heard of such a strange person in Jiangnan Road." Yang Yan put the letters back into his arms, and said casually, "But I saw him in Chang'an City. This kind of people."

Is there really such a person?Although he was somewhat conflicted about being manipulated by Yang Yan in his heart, when he heard that there was such a person, Zhuang Haoran sat up straight subconsciously, and couldn't help asking: "Who is it? What's the name? Where is he now?"

"He's dead." Yang Yan said.

Zhuang Haoran was choked by these words, his face was a little ugly, but he still took a deep breath, forced himself to be patient and said: "It is really rare to see such a person, it is not easy to find one, let alone Two? If I were you, I would check whether this person is really dead or fake..."

"It's really dead." Yang Yan shook his head and interrupted him, "Jiang Gong, who was famous all over the world, was such a person."

Zhuang Haoran: "..."

The death of such a famous celebrity cannot be faked.

"Since you are dead, then you should be the descendants of Mr. Jiang." Zhuang Haoran's face turned slightly blue, with faint signs of uncontrollable anger about to erupt, "There are also members of the Jiang clan."

"Grand Jiang left a daughter who jumped to death by jumping off the city tower." Yang Yan shook his head, as if he did not see Zhuang Haoran's blue face, but continued, "As for the members of the Jiang clan, they also died when they were living among the refugees. No trace."

Zhuang Haoran, who was talking in a few words, could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and he slapped the table in anger, "Yang Yan, are you playing tricks? You are the one who forced people to help you investigate the case! Right now, everyone is dead." It's also you, why do you want to investigate? Can't you go down and find Lord Yan?"

Facing Zhuang Haoran's anger of "calling his name directly", Yang Yan just rolled his eyelids, sat on the chair without moving, and said: "I just want to tell you that there is indeed such a person, and I don't want you to investigate Jiang Clan people."

Zhuang Haoran looked at Yang Yan coldly.

"Master Zhuang, don't be angry," Yang Yan looked up at Zhuang Haoran who got up angrily, and said lightly, "I will tell you how to do this, and you can do it for me!"

Zhuang Haoran was even more angry when he said a word: Yang Yan said, he will do it.This is without the marionette in front, is it possible to let Gusu have a county magistrate who only follows the Yang family's lead?
Such a fluttering tone is simply hateful!
The lighthearted and indifferent tone continued.

"You do this for me, and the letter will be returned to you after the matter is completed, and it will never appear again in the future."

When he said this, Yang Yan's reaction was still calm, without bossy or tongue-in-cheek sarcasm, with such a faint and indifferent expression from beginning to end.

This kind of expression seemed to overlap with the expression of the villagers in Shangyushui Village in front of the Yang family's mansion that day.

After seeing such an expression, the anger that was burning in his chest suddenly calmed down for some reason.

Yang Yan didn't take him seriously.Zhuang Haoran has never been more aware of this matter in his heart than now.The letter that was enough to threaten his future was taken out at this time. Perhaps to Yang Yan, he is just an insignificant character, and he is not afraid that he will grow up enough to threaten his status in the future. His subsequent revenge.

Zhuang Haoran lowered his eyelids, and after calming down for a moment, he suddenly smiled to himself: So... that's fine, if Yang Yan hadn't been so disdainful and indifferent to him, the letter would not have been taken out right now.

As far as he is concerned, being a puppet once can get the letter back, which is of great benefit and harmless. As far as Yang Yan is concerned, he knows this himself, so he is not afraid of his tricks.

Whether the other party hates or is unwilling, it doesn't matter to people like Yang Yan who regard the world as pawns, as long as they know that he can do things.

Chess masters never worry about the emotions of chess pieces.Therefore, facing his cynicism, Yang Yan was so calm from beginning to end.

After laughing at himself, Zhuang Haoran raised his head to look at Yang Yan, instead of the previous tit-for-tat and anger, he spoke calmly, with a bit of astringent voice: "Then what do you want me to do?"

The attitude of the chess piece in Wang San's hand in front of him suddenly changed so much...Yang Yan only looked at it one more time, and didn't care: "I want to check something."

"What's the matter?" Zhuang Haoran asked.

"Master Zhuang, please bring me a map of the city of Gusu." Yang Yan said.

Zhuang Haoran took a look at him, got up and went to the shelf behind him to take down a newly drawn Gusu city street map and unfold it on the table.

Yang Yan only glanced at it, then pointed out the above point, and said: "This is the Yang family garden that was burned by the Mid-Autumn Festival fireworks last August."

Zhuang Haoran couldn't help frowning when he heard this, and looked up at Yang Yan: "Master Yang, don't you really want to find that fireworks maker to settle the old account as Shi Yushi said?"

The fireworks maker heard that his ancestors had operated fireworks workshops for generations, and he was considered a master in the fireworks industry. Because of the accidental burning of the other garden, the fireworks workshops operated by several generations were closed down, which is considered unlucky.

Yang Yan shook his head and said two words concisely: "No."

Maybe Dali and Mrs. Yang would do something like making fireworks, but Yang Yan wouldn't.

It is never useful to find chess pieces that are being used deliberately or unintentionally, the key is to find the black hands behind the scenes.The chess pieces on the chessboard can be replaced at any time, and if it is broken, just replace it with another one, but if there is no hand that manipulates the overall situation, no matter how good the chess pieces are, they will be defeated.

The original cause of the Yang family's incident was not the dispute between Mrs. Yang and Dali, nor was it a money-grubbing madam who wanted to extort money, but it went further. It started as early as last year's August [-] Mid-Autumn festival fireworks up.

The scene where the fireworks set fire to the Bieyuan was indeed an accident, but it wasn't an accident either.

Surprisingly, the fireworks really set the Bieyuan on fire. Not surprisingly, there were indeed people who wanted to do something that night, otherwise they would not have seen Dali's true face behind their backs, leading to the matter of the old bustard extorting money.

Therefore, someone must have made a plan that night, but the accident of fireworks igniting halfway completely covered up the traces of that person's actions.

What he was looking for was the person who had done it under the cover of fireworks.

Zhuang Haoran opened the list of fireworks festival written by the former county magistrate and put it in front of him.

"The fireworks show starts at Xu time, and the sequence of each fireworks display is set in advance. It is the moment of Xu time when it is the firework's turn to catch fire." Yang Yan said, "I asked someone about this matter to watch the fireworks show outside. The common people can confirm it."

Zhuang Haoran looked at Yang Yan and said nothing: Although Yang Yan is not pleasing to the eye, he has his own ability to sit in this seat.

"I asked the people in the mansion when the fire caught fire," Yang Yan continued, "The servant girl who saw the smoke first saw a firework bursting into the sky."

Yang Yan pointed to the firework named "Hundred Flowers Blooming" before the circled fireworks on the list, and said calmly: "So, the fog rose first, and then the fire ignited."

If the problem of the time difference between the launch of the fireworks cannot be thought of first, few people will pay attention to it.Because this matter happened very tightly, it was almost a matter of front and back, rather than a matter of the exact time that people can say for one cup of tea and two cups of tea.This point, even the county magistrate who only followed the lead of the Yang family never noticed it.

However, Yang Yan noticed.

He pointed at the location of Yang's Bieyuan, and said: "Many people were outside to watch the fireworks that night. There are many people on this road. If someone walks near the Yang's house to light smoke, it should be It will be discovered by someone's testimony, so let's assume that it wasn't that person who went to the vicinity of the other garden to do it himself."

If you want to do this while avoiding the eyes of so many people...

"We need a mechanism similar to an arrow and crossbow, which can avoid everyone's eyes and shoot the smoke in the direction of the other garden." Yang Yan raised the pen on the table and drew a circle centered on the Yang family's other garden.

"The mechanism is not too far away, even the most powerful crossbow mechanism in the army is only within a range of [-] paces." As he spoke, he knocked in the circle, looked down at the shops, restaurants and teahouses in the circle and said : "That person was hiding in this circle that day."

The location of Yang’s Bieyuan is naturally one of the best areas in Gusu City. Although the location has been narrowed down by a range of [-] steps, looking at the densely packed shops, mansions, restaurants and teahouses inside, Zhuang Haoran still Frowning, he said: "It's happened last year, it's been too long, I'm just looking for people and asking family by family, I'm afraid most people can't remember clearly."

"You don't need to be so troublesome." Yang Yan circled three places among the many houses in the circle, and said, "It is impossible for the opponent to shoot accurately at the Yang Family's Bieyuan, because the terrain is too low, so it must be Due to the high position, ordinary shops and mansions can be ignored. There are not many small buildings above the second floor, and the day is so busy that many people can only look for teahouses, Places like restaurants and inns."

"The mechanism that looks like an arrow and crossbow is set up in full view. If someone saw it, he would have said it at that time, so the other party must not be in the lobby and choose a box in these places."

Under such layers of analysis, there are not many qualified people.

All you need is to check the guests in the restaurants, teahouses and inn boxes in the circle one by one on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Arrows and crossbows are not small things. In places like restaurants and teahouses, you only need to ask the guests in the box if they have brought a large box with them to confirm whether they are in it." Yang Yan paused for a while when he said this, " It’s a bit weird to carry a big box with you when you have a meal and drink tea. If there is one, someone should be impressed. If I were that person, I probably wouldn’t do such an impressive thing. Therefore, I prefer that person to choose this place..."

Yang Yan's finger landed on a high-rise inn at the edge of the circle and stopped: "It's not strange for guests who go to the inn to bring some luggage, and it won't attract attention. When you check, you should focus on this inn. Guests staying that day."

Inns are no different than restaurants and teahouses. According to the laws of the Zhou Dynasty, all guests staying in inns have to register their IDs. Although there are people with false IDs, as long as they leave a message, they can always be found.

The analysis of this matter is no longer difficult to handle.Zhuang Haoran stared at the inn circled by Yang Yan and paused for a while, then raised his head and asked Yang Yan: "Master Yang has such a powerful ability to unravel cocoons, and he will not offend anyone by asking about things like the inn. If so, why bother?" Do it with my hands?"

(End of this chapter)