A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 11 011 case series (5)

After weighing the pros and cons, Dong Heng made way sideways.

"Thank you Director Dong." Yeats smiled brightly, stepped into the Hongxiaoyuan that had been hidden in the slums of the capital for several years.

Dong Heng snorted coldly, "Hurry up and take him away." Don't interfere with his business.

Yeats smiled and said, "I don't know who it is yet, I need to look for it."

"What?" Dong Heng's jaw almost dropped in surprise, "You don't know who it is, how do you know that he will be in Hongxiaoyuan, and how do you find the stolen goods?"

Yeats raised his eyebrows, "Don't worry, I'll take the people and the stolen goods away in just an hour."

"You..." Dong Heng regretted and wanted to kick him out. He glanced at Yang Fuquan, the fool behind him, and said, "I'm not angry, I'm not angry. I want to see how he found the stolen goods. There is no silversmith's name written on the silver and silk.

After lunch, Pei Jingning's spies appeared in Shaoqing's office. After the secret guard reported back, Mr. Zheng was so surprised that he lost his composure: "How is it possible that a weak boy with no roots and no roots can enter the Hongxiaoyuan?"

In a private room of the book store, the news of shopkeeper Dong also reached the owner.

"My lord, the man surnamed Ye looks thin and weak, but his skills are extraordinary."

At the beginning of May, outside the window, the wind blows, and the faint fragrance of flowers blows to the face, and sometimes a few small stamens will fall quietly.

Lying on the couch in the house, the young man looks delicate and handsome. The sun shines on his sharp face through the window. He looks a little sick like he has not seen the light all year round. He is wearing a silver-white round-necked robe with wide sleeves. There are strokes of white clouds on the edge of the robe, which is extremely elegant. There is a silver-edged white belt on the narrow waist.

After a while, he suddenly said, "You are really a master!"

In Shaoqing's office, the spies replied: "Yes, sir, it's absolutely true, he and Yang Fuquan defended and attacked to the gate of Hongxiao Courtyard, and then sneaked in with His Majesty."

"How to borrow the law?" It's incredible.

"Borrowing His Majesty's attention, and the kindness of His Majesty."

Pei Jingning rested his arms on the edge of the desk, tapping his fingertips rhythmically on the table, "The thugs in Hongxiaoyuan are not weak."

"Yes, my lord." Mr. Zheng immediately said: "I have heard that Yang Zhong's son fights like he is desperate, so that the policemen are afraid to talk to him. His brain is too weak, and he can't even do small jobs like running errands and delivering news. Now he is called a policeman, but he is actually cleaning the yard. It is estimated that he will be reduced to a handyman in two years."

"Where is the little thief now?" Pei Jingning asked the spy.

"At lunch time, Yeats took the caught little thief to eat at the small restaurant, and it is estimated that he will return to Dali Temple in an hour."

"Well, I see." Pei Jingning waved his hand to let the spy disappear.

Before the spy left, he said, "I have heard from Yeats that the ten members of the pottery and silversmith's family in the south of the city were not killed by thieves."

"He means that stealing and murder are two different groups?" Zheng Wenxuan looked at Pei Jingning, "Then what does he mean by bringing the little thief back?"

At the beginning of Yinshi in the afternoon, Yeats handed her over to Dali Temple. She thought she would not be able to enter Dali Temple, but Pei Shaoqing not only let her in, but also asked her to interrogate her.

Qin Dachuan thought that Yeats would be very excited, but in the end, he sat in the interrogation room of Dali Temple like an experienced head catcher.

Opposite him sat the little thief, on the table were several broken pieces of silver, and several pieces of gold and silver jewelry. The silver was in circulation and had no logo other than the year name of the Great Wei Dynasty, but the gold and silver jewelry had the logo of the silversmith shop of the Tao family on it.

The little thief was so frightened that he cried bitterly, "I really didn't kill it, really, it wasn't me, I just wanted to steal some money and have a good time."

Yeats remained silent, walked up to him with a kitchen knife, grabbed his hand and compared it, the little thief shrank his hands in fright, "You can't force a confession, I didn't kill the man, I will definitely not plead guilty..."

Qin Dachuan and Yang Fuquan stood on the left and right, puzzled by Yeats' behavior. What is she doing? Didn't she say that the Tao family was not killed by thieves?Why did you forcefully bring the kitchen knife in front of this person again? Do you want to force him to confess his guilt?

Yeats deduced that the little thief had never touched the kitchen knife, but for the sake of the rigor of the case, she compared the fingerprints on the kitchen knife with one of them, and it was indeed not him.

Outside the interrogation room, Pei Shaoqing and others stood at the window to see how Yeats interrogated the little thief, but they compared each other with a kitchen knife. Could it be possible to tell if this person had ever held a kitchen knife?

After the competition, Yeats put away the evidence kitchen knife, sat down at the table, and asked, "Who directed you to steal from the silversmith's house?"

"I didn't kill anyone..." The little thief was afraid that he would be beheaded, so he only cared about the issue of not killing someone.

"I know."

I know, her mother is still arresting him.

The little thief's mentality almost collapsed, and he yelled: "My lord, you know that I didn't kill anyone, and you still took me to Dali Temple?"

"You have been to the scene of the crime and stole so much money from Tao Yinjiang. You are the suspect. Is there anything wrong with arresting you?"

"I..." The little thief was anxious, "When I went to steal that night, none of them died, they were all alive and well."

"They're not dead. If you rummage through boxes and cabinets, there will be no sound. Can't they hear you?"

The little thieves recalled: "You said that, now that you think about it, it's really strange. That night, the couple were lying on the table, and they didn't even wake up when I slipped into the bedroom and bumped into a stool."

When the little thief went to steal things, the Tao family was already stunned.

Yeats continued to ask: "Why did you go to Tao's house to steal? Was it a sudden thought, or did you step on it?" Yeats looked gentle, not at all like a judge.

"The mother-in-law of Tao's family is shrewd, she won't let go of a penny in business, I think her family must be rich."

"Why did you choose to steal on the first day of May?"

The little thief thought for a while and said, "I heard that they believe in Buddhism, and they have to go to offer incense on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year. Most people will go out of the city before the city gate closes in the evening in order to grab the first pillar of incense.

"Have you searched all the rooms?"

The little thief was wronged and said quickly, "There is no money in the other room, why should I look for him?"

"How do you know that there is no money in other rooms?"

"This..." The little thief thought for a while, "I seem to have heard it somewhere, and it seems that someone told me, but I can't remember it."

Yeats said sternly, "This is the key to this case. If you can't remember it, then you will be responsible for the crimes of the ten people..."

"I didn't kill anyone, you can't beat me to death."

"Then think about it, did you hear it when others were chatting, or did someone say it in front of you on purpose?"

The little thief thought about it hard, "It seems to be a few women chatting, I remembered the gossip in my heart."

"When did it happen, do you remember those women?"

"Probably on the day of Qingming in April, there were many people in the streets and alleys, and those women gathered together. I passed by and listened to it. I just happened to be shy in my pocket, so I stepped on it and pinched it on the first day of May to steal money."

"Do you remember those women?"

"I don't really remember." At that time, he was only paying attention to whether he had money or not, but he really didn't pay attention to the woman's appearance.

"Just say you remember."

"I just remember that one of them is very fat, and she raised her sleeves to reveal her silver bracelet when she was talking. I saw that it was worthless, and I even looked down on it."

"The streets and alleys?"

(End of this chapter)