Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Chapter 104

Su Jizhi is here.

Wan Yan's feeling is completely correct.

It's just that Mr. Su is pacing and walking around the yard at the moment, but he didn't find any clues.

A coir raincoat covered most of Su Jizhi's cheeks. He stood behind Miao Hong and watched him talk to Fan Qing and Fan Crazy.

"Fan Qing, have you seen the person in the portrait?"

Fan Qing clasped his hands in front of his chest, lowered his head, with a mature and humble look: "My lord, I have never seen it before."

The person on the portrait is Shang Wenli.

Miao Hong took out Lu Mingyu's portrait again: "Where is this person? Have you seen him?"

Fan Qing raised his eyes, lowered them again, and said in a muffled voice, "Never."

Miao Hong stood under the eaves, folded the portrait and put it in his cuff, and looked at Fan clearly: "Now tell me, have you seen these two girls?"

Fan Shi bit her lip, shook her head, put a finger into her mouth and muffled vigorously, saliva dripped down her finger.

Miao Hong's heart trembled when he saw it.

"Fan Shi, think about it again, someone saw this girl walking with you six days ago, and you said you didn't know her?"

Ignoring Miao Hong, Zhu Yuhua rushed into the yard with a brisk pace, lifted the tarpaulin, reached into the iron cage and held a chick.

The trick she performed in front of Wan Yan last night was performed again in front of Miao Hong.

Miao Hong's scalp was numb, and finally he watched Fan throw the chick into the yard at will.

The pit was full of rainwater, and the wings of the dead chicken fell into the soil and were instantly submerged by the rain.

After throwing away the chicken, Fan didn't speak, but bit his finger and stared at Miao Hong.

And that finger just held the dead chicken.

Fan Shi ran out just now, his hair was dripping water, the hem of his skirt was splashed by the rain, and there were mud spots on it, Fan Shi ignored it and just stood under the eaves with a smirk.

Miao Hong took a look at Su Ji.

Under the coir raincoat, his resolute mouth was tightly pursed, and he looked in the direction of Su Jizhi's gaze. He was staring at the cart in the yard thoughtfully.

Miao Hong rushed out one step at a time, pointed at the cart and asked Fan Qing, "Is this yours?"

Fan Qing nodded.

Miao Hong opened the oiled paper cloth on it, and large areas of blood came into view. There were straw, rags, and chicken feathers on the car.

The rain washed away the blood that had already dried up, and part of it flowed to the ground along the cracks in the planks, and soon merged into a light red river.

"What is this?" Miao Hong asked sharply.

Fan Qing stepped forward.

In the rain curtain, he squinted his eyes, and soon the heavy rain wet his hair close to his scalp, and his clothes were wet, outlining Fan Qing's burly lines.

Looking at his appearance alone, Fan Qing looks like a gentle scholar. Under the rain, he has a strong physique.

"A small economical chicken farm that makes a living by selling chickens on weekdays, this cart is used for delivery."

"Delivery? How much at a time? Where to send it? Is there a purchase order?"

Fan Qing shook his head: "There is no such thing as an order form for a small business, but most of the chickens are sent to Qingda Butcher Shop on Tongshan Street, and neighbors also buy a few sporadically."

"Where are you from?"

"...from Fengyuan Mansion."

Miao Hong raised his eyes: "The first portrait I showed you just now, that girl is also from Fengyuan Mansion."

"Oh, really!"

Fan Qing raised his head, his whole body was drenched.

Su Jizhi walked up to Fan Qing and looked him up and down, "Why don't you ask why we are looking for her?"

"It's... small, it's not easy to inquire about gossip."

Su Jizhi shook his head, the rainwater flowed down the coir raincoat and rain hat to Fan Qing's feet.

"No, because you know she's dead, and you know her result, so there's no need to ask."

There was a clap of thunder in the sky.

Fan Qing's face flickered.

"Fan Qing, we only come to your house in the whole street, do you know why?"

Fan Qing lowered his head and remained silent.

"Search!"

Under Su Jizhi's order, several yamen servants surrounded Fan Qing and Fan Crazy.

Su Jizhi was the first to rush into the back room.

The tables and chairs are dilapidated, crumbling, crude and messy.

The walls are dusty, with no hidden compartments or decorations.

A bed.

Su Jizhi lifted the quilt, the blood stains on it had already dried up.

Then lift the bed board, the bottom is hollowed out and covered with dust.

Opening the closet, a few cheap civilian clothes were stacked casually, exuding a musty smell.

In addition, there is nothing else in the room, a table and two chairs.

Su Jizhi lowered his face.

Should not be ah.

If Fan Qing took Wan Yan away, where could he hide her?

The second room is in the same situation, but the interior decoration is better than the previous room, at least it can be lived in.

There was also a pot of hot tea still warm on the table.

On the bed, Su Jizhi found a clean white dress.

This……

Su Jizhi glanced at Crazy Fan who was still wiggling his fingers under the eaves, and sneered at him.

The search was fruitless, and Su Jizhi returned to the yard.

One side was covered with oiled paper cloth against the wall, and below was the iron cage where Fan had just pulled out the chicken.

Su Jizhi walked over and lifted the oiled paper cloth.The rain was splashing on the chick, chattering and scurrying about in the cage.

Su Jizhi put down the tarpaulin and walked into the warehouse next to the entrance of the courtyard, where chicken feed and waste wood piles were piled up.

A large piece of iron stands on one side, and there are countless shovels, wooden picks, and countless tools for farm work in the warehouse.

Another muffled thunder rolled past the window, and Su Jizhi's heart sank continuously.

Where are you, Wanyan?

All eyes followed Su Jizhi.

No one noticed how panicked Fan Qing was when Su Jizhi lifted the tarpaulin.

No one noticed that when Su Jizhi walked into the warehouse, Madman Fan forgot to rub his fingers.

No one heard, at their feet, there were two girls roaring hissingly.

Wan Yan exhausted all her strength, she and Lu Mingyu put their hands on their lips, and shouted one after another: "Master, Lord Su, I am Wan Yan, and I am here."

Shouts flowed through the cellar, through the vents, through the chattering chickens.

Falling into Su Jizhi's ears, only the sound of pattering rain and bursts of muffled thunder remained.

Su Jizhi stood in the yard like this, letting the wind and rain sway, hitting him and the rain hat.

He is like a Shura god, holding a scimitar in his hand, cold and solemn.

Fan Qing lowered his head, it's nothing to do with it.

Crazy Fan stared at Su Jizhi with a humble smirk.

Su Jizhi looked at the two of them coldly, and gave an order: "Catch Miao, take Fan back to the government office and put him in prison!"

Crazy Fan was taken aback, looked at Fan Qing, tugged on his sleeve and cried loudly: "I won't go, I won't go, my husband save me, my husband save me."

Fan Qing walked into the rain curtain again: "Master Catcher, my wife is born stupid, why are you arresting her?"

"No reason, I just want to see what stupid people can remember!"

A yamen servant stepped forward, took out a soft cloth and stuffed it into Fan's mouth, two yamen servants lifted her up, and the courtyard returned to peace.

"Miao Butou, it's raining heavily today, the city guards have withdrawn, and they are all summoned to the government office to discuss the case."

After Su Jizhi finished speaking, he glanced at Fan Qing lightly, and got on his horse.

"Fan Qing, excuse me."

"The little ones don't dare, send it off to the adults respectfully."

Zhu Yuhua was taken away just like that.

Fan Qing stood at the gate of the courtyard and watched the group of people disappear into the rain.

He looked faintly into the distance, and the world was vast.

Fan Qing turned around and walked slowly into the courtyard, closing the courtyard door...

(End of this chapter)