Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 75 Wanted

A stout beam on the roof, bearing the weight of the upper storey, runs the length of the room to the partition wall.

Zhao Lin moved the table under the beam, stood on the table, and pressed his hands along the beam bit by bit.

Near the partition wall, there are beams and columns under the beams to support it, and there is just an extra section.

As soon as Zhao Lin pressed it, his hand immediately felt loose, and he pushed it lightly from bottom to top, only to hear a "click".

He stood up straight, looked from top to bottom, and instantly understood in his heart.

A protruding section of the beam is embedded with the original beam using a mortise joint structure.

A simple description is like two palms with ten fingers crossed together, flat on the beams and columns, forming a "D" shape.

Generally speaking, the mortise and tenon joint structure is very strong, but the groove part has obviously been tampered with and dug extremely deep, and a small movable wooden stick is used to support it.

It is equivalent to crossing the two palms only at the front end, leaving a space.

Zhao Lin pulled out the wooden stick, supported the protruding beam, pulled it back, and pulled out a long section of the beam.

In the middle of the wall appeared a two-foot-square opening that could allow people to pass through.

With the help of the light in the room, Zhao Lin took a look at the entrance of the cave, and there was also a thick beam on the opposite side.

"So that's the case. No wonder Sun Zhang didn't check it out."

Zhao Lin was stunned.

Observing from Room No. [-], the beams of the two rooms were completely connected together, and even careful inspection could not find any clues.

If Zhao Lin hadn't known that there was a secret passage under Room No. [-] and guessed the murderer's escape route, he wouldn't have discovered this.

At this point, the truth is very close.

The shopkeeper must have serious suspicions, but the hoarse voice in the tunnel may be the real culprit.They are inseparable from the two cases!

The suspect has been locked, and the next step is to arrest him.

Zhao Lin restored the scene, thought for a while, and decided not to act in a hurry.

How strong is the murderer? How many exits are there in the tunnel? If you don't know these things, if you arrest them rashly, if you let the murderer go, you may risk your own life.

Besides, from the conversation between the two just now, it can be heard that the people hiding in the tunnel will not leave these few days.

At Maoshi the next day, Zhao Lin got up early and rushed to the Yamen for Dianmao.

The first thing Liu County magistrate was promoted to morning hall was to inquire about the progress of Zhao Lin's case.

"My lord, my subordinates have found some clues, and the murderer should be arrested within two or three days." Zhao Lin came out and said.

"Oh?"

Seeing Zhao Lin's determination, County Magistrate Liu smiled and said, "Where is the suspect?"

Zhao Lin hesitated for a moment, and said, "Hui Tangzun, the suspect is hiding in a very hidden place, and currently only the general area is known."

"Zhao Butou refused to disclose, is it because he is afraid that I will steal the credit?"

Sun Zhang said in a strange way.

Zhao Lin glanced at him, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Where did Captain Sun say that, I was just worried that the brothers were eager to make contributions, and they were just trying to scare the snake away."

County Magistrate Liu nodded and said, "Okay, the case is in your hands, and you will be fully responsible. You only have three arrests under your command, are you enough?"

Since the county magistrate brought the topic to this, Zhao Lin was not polite, "Tang Zun is very thoughtful, and at least twenty or thirty arresters are needed to make sure nothing goes wrong."

After speaking, he glanced at Sun Zhang and kept silent.

The meaning revealed in the words is obvious: he wants to have the right to mobilize the East City police.

Sun Zhang stared at him fiercely, his eyebrows raised high, as if he was about to explode at any moment.

Zhao Lin kept his eyes straight and pretended not to see it.

Since there is a boss who keeps making trouble for himself, the best way is to replace him.

If you blindly show weakness and try to be perfect, you will only become a real dog.

County Magistrate Liu was silent for a while, then said: "I said a few days ago that Chief Sun patrols the night hard every day, and during the daytime the post of chief arrester will be replaced by you."

"Today, I will reiterate again that before the case is solved, the police in Dongcheng must obey Zhao Lin's orders!"

Sun Zhang, Shi Dahai, and Jin Liqun glanced at each other, and reluctantly led his guards to respond, "It's the county lord!"

After the morning class ended, Zhao Lin walked directly in front of Sun Zhang and the others, cupped his hands and said, "Captain Sun, Shi Butou, Jin Butou."

Sun Zhang glanced at the hall, and said with a serious face, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Lin said indifferently: "In order to ensure that manpower can be summoned immediately when needed, please restrain your subordinates, don't go out to do business today and tomorrow, and all wait in the yamen for orders."

"what?"

Sun Zhang sneered, "Do you think we are idle all day? What if someone makes trouble? What about the lawsuit in hand?"

Zhao Lin scratched his head, wondering: "It turns out that Captain Sun has a problem, that's all, I'll talk to County Magistrate Liu..."

"stop!"

Sun Zhang's face couldn't help twitching, "Okay, everyone is on standby, right? Did you all hear that?"

He said the last sentence to Shi Dahai, Jin Liqun and their subordinates.

"I heard." Everyone responded.

"Just do as he said, if you can't solve the case, I'll settle the score with you later."

Sun Zhang put down his cruel words and walked out of the lobby angrily.

Zhao Lin ignored him, and whispered to Liang Song a task: to find out the identity of the shopkeeper of Yunlai Inn.

"Go directly to the pier and ask Tian Dabang for help. He saw you last time. By the way, if he asks something, don't propose."

"Don't worry, you can't startle the snake."

After Liang Song left, Zhao Lin brought He Qingquan and Tao Erleng to the county government's warehouse.

If the author judges the murderer's age accurately, then this person is likely to have committed crimes elsewhere.

It is impossible for a person to suddenly become abnormal in his 50s.

For fugitive murderers, all state capitals will issue arrest warrants and offer rewards within the state capital.

If the case is serious, it will also be notified across the state.

The purpose of Zhao Lin's visit to the warehouse was to check the arrest warrants received by Qinghe County over the years, and find out the origin of the murderer of the serial rape and murder case.

"Captain Zhao, what's the matter here?"

Seeing Zhao Lin's arrival, the small warehouse official saluted respectfully.

When Zhao Lin heard this, he almost laughed out loud. As soon as he acted as the chief arrester, the little official changed his title, even omitting the word "dai", which was the essence of flattery.

"It's the acting chief." Zhao Lin corrected.

"Yes, yes, Captain Zhao."

"Where are the wanted documents sent by states and counties over the years? I want to see."

The little official was startled, "Just want the arrest warrant?"

"Correct."

Seeing the little official's reaction, Zhao Lin guessed that no one had done this before.

In this era, there is no concept of statistics, and even experienced police officers rarely consult historical documents, let alone wanted documents from other state capitals.

Whether it is the county government office or the state government, most of them sweep the snow in front of their doors and are not so concerned about the cases elsewhere.

The most wanted official documents are kept in the punishment room for three years, and once the time is over, they are thrown into the warehouse to eat ashes.

"it's here!"

The clerk went around the storeroom and found two stacks of wanted documents on a shelf in the corner, which were half a person tall and covered with dust.

"All of them?" the clerk asked.

"The last 50 years." Zhao Lin thought for a moment.

The murderer is more than 50 years old, even if he started committing crimes at the age of ten, 50 years is enough.

"Fifty years ago was...the five years of Hongxi."

The little official counted with his fingers for a while, and sorted out the official documents of nearly 50 years and handed them to Zhao Lin.

(End of this chapter)