A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 13 013 case series (7)

Qin Dachuan saw Yeats who was not doing his job properly, and wanted to remind him, what about your own case?Last night at the third alley in the south of the city... Before he finished thinking, Yeats turned around and said with a smile, "Uncle Qin, can you do me a favor?"

"You are my head." Qin Dachuan was a little eccentric.

Yeats folded his hands and smiled, "Then I won't be polite. Please check the handkerchiefs of An Lingniang and An Taoshi before they got married, and Wen Qingquan's hair girl from Wenjia Teahouse. What is their relationship? In the evening, I will treat you to the tavern where I had dinner yesterday."

Hearing the treat, Qin Dachuan frowned. He is middle-aged and has achieved nothing. He likes to drink a little wine. Qin Dachuan is no exception. He is in a good mood to inquire about the news.

"What about me?" Yang Fuquan really wanted to get involved in the fight.

"Just follow me."

Yeats and Teng Chong went to investigate the murder of the monk together.

Dali Qing Master Fan called Pei Shaoqing, "Master Zhiguang of Mingguang Temple heard that the abbot of the small temple was killed. He was very sad. He wrote a letter to His Majesty. His Majesty asked us to find out the murderer as soon as possible and give an explanation to the Buddha."

Pei Shaoqing frowned: "I've sent someone to investigate."

Master Fan said, "It's best to arrange for the experienced Si Cheng and Butou to investigate, or let me let Master Di..."

"I have asked Lu Sicheng and Teng Butou to take over."

There are six departments in Dali Temple, which are Beijing, Jiangnan, Northwest, Guangdong, Guangxi, Hunan, and Northeast.

Mr. Fan said Mr. Di belonged to the northwest, and sometimes when the case in the capital was more complicated, he would transfer Zaisi Cheng from another district to help him, but Pei Jingning refused.

Coming out of Mrs. Fan's private room, Pei Shaoqing asked about the specific situation of the monk's case, and Bai Lang replied, "As Mr. Fan expected, Catcher Teng asked Yeats to help find the murderer an hour ago."

Mr. Zheng stroked his beard. He already understood the master's thoughts, but he was still a little worried, "My lord, although the monk's case... But this Yeats didn't finish one case, and took over another one. He really thinks that he is omnipotent. Such a person..."

I understand the implication.

Pei Jingning said nothing, and entered the official room with his hands behind his back.

Teng Butou and Yeats went to Yizhuang, the weather was hot, even if it was refrigerated, the corpse was still rotten, except for the corpse made by Wu Zuo, she inspected it carefully again, and found something that was not written on the corpse.

Teng Baotou kept covering his nose, and saw Yeats standing among the corpses, bending over and staring at the monk's thigh clothes, "Did you find anything?"

Yeats pointed to a dirty stain on the gray robe of the deceased and asked, "What do Teng Butou think this is?"

Teng Baotou leaned over to inspect, as a man, it was impossible not to recognize this mass of filthy stains, "Maybe it was in the morning..." The monk died in the early morning, as a man would understand.

"Why isn't it written on the corpse of Wu Zuo?"

"Maybe the author thinks that as a normal man, there is no need to record this kind of behavior."

Yeats sighed, such an important thing was not written on the corpse, just because of the behavior that men have?What case is there to investigate?

Seeing Yeats' unwavering expression, Teng Chong asked cautiously, "You mean the monk...was killed later?"

Yeats didn't return him, he opened the deceased's robe and looked carefully for a while before closing the robe, "Let's go, let's go to the scene of the crime."

Everyone is a man, and Tengchong didn't make a fuss when Yeats looked at the monk. Until later, when he knew Yeats was a girl, his mentality... how should I put it, was very...worship in collapse, messy in worship!

Shansha Temple stands on the top of a small hill with beautiful scenery. Although the mountain is remote, it is quiet and quiet. It is a good place to cool off in summer.

"Why isn't there a summer resort here?" At the foot of the Son of Heaven, there are as many dignitaries as a cow's hair. There is no summer resort, and such a beautiful location should not be occupied by reason.

Teng Chong said, "This small hill and the west are royal hunting grounds. The Holy One is kind enough to allow the common people to build a temple."

It turned out to be a royal land, no wonder.

It took less than half an hour to reach the Shansha Temple. Compared with the big temples, it is not majestic enough, but it is still solemn and solemn to the ordinary people who come to worship.

The pattern of the Daxiong Palace in the front is the same as that of all temples. There is nothing to see. After passing through the Daxiong Palace, there are two courtyards at the back, one is where monks and cooks eat and live.

Yeats did not look at the scene of the crime first, but looked at their living quarters, kitchen, dining room, other guest rooms, and Buddhist halls. He saw that firewood was piled up on the side of the kitchen, "Did the cook chop these or..."

Teng Chong froze for a moment, "Is this related to the case?"

Yeats looked at him without smiling.

Teng Butou touched his nose guiltily, "I'll ask the cook when I get back."

Yeats laughed, and went to the destination - the Buddhist temple hosted by him.

The room is not big but not small, and it doesn't look crowded for a dozen or so pilgrims.

"What sect does Abbot Shansha practice?"

In her previous life, Yeats had visited many temples, and almost every temple had a word "Zen" hanging in the Buddhist room. She didn't know that there are eight schools of Buddhism until a colleague talked about Master Hongyi in her ears.

The Buddhism that ordinary people are familiar with is actually Zen. Otherwise, why would a certain treasure sell Buddha ornaments related to the word Zen!

Teng Chong was stunned again, "This... I don't know much about it." They only knew that the 15th day came to burn incense, so they didn't know what sect.

Yeats stroked his forehead and continued to look at the crime scene.

The furnishings in the room are not simple, like the furnishings of a wealthy home, not like a place for recuperation, most of the furnishings were overturned on the ground, "Teng Butou, are you sure there is drug in the spilled cup?"

Yeats was not good at ancient drugs, so he reached out and picked out the air-dried powder from the wall of the shattered cup, sniffed it at the tip of his nose, and put the shattered cup into a sewn evidence bag.

"Where's the murder weapon?" she asked again.

Teng Chong replied, "I brought it back to Dali Temple yesterday."

"I'll take a look when I get back." Yeats wanted to get his fingerprints drawn.

"That's no problem." Teng Chong said: "The deceased was killed after being drugged. Otherwise, with his eight-foot-strong stature, the chances of ordinary people killing him are very high, unless it is a professional killer."

"Eight feet tall?"

Teng Chong felt strange, "Didn't you examine the corpse in Yizhuang just now?"

Eight feet... Eight feet... Yeats stopped suddenly after walking around in the Buddha room for a few times, looked at the Duobao Pavilion against the wall, slowly moved to the front of the Duobao Pavilion, passed through the Duobao Pavilion with his arm, tapped on the wall with his fingers bent, and then knocked again...

Teng Chong couldn't help reminding, "Next door is the guest room where pilgrims are waiting to be received by the abbot." After speaking, seeing Yeats was still knocking, he couldn't help stepping forward to knock, "Do you suspect it is hollow?" He thought it was solid.

Yeats didn't speak, and quickly walked out of the Buddhist temple, and walked around the front door and the back wall a few times.

"See what?" Teng Chong didn't see anything.

(End of this chapter)