A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 14 Cases and Cases (8)

A row of straight houses, the front door passes through the patio and the Daxiong Palace is ahead. Behind the wall, there are bamboo forests, flower beds, and well-built rocks and streams. Turning around the long corridor and the Moon Cave Gate, the northwest corner is the area where the abbots and novice monks live.

Yeats went all the way to the back of Shansha Temple.

"If you go any further, you will fall down the mountain." Teng Chong reminded.

Yeats turned to the lower hill on the other side of the valley and asked, "Teng Butou, let's go to that hill to have a look."

"Did the murderer come from that hill?"

"Maybe."

"How is it possible?" Teng Chong couldn't believe it, "There is nothing on the mountain except for the lush forest."

"Have you visited?" Yeats turned to look at him.

Teng Chong nodded, "Two years ago, someone went to the mountain to burn incense and disappeared. We have been to that hill. Except for the woods, there is a valley. The valley is full of dead wild boars. It is dark, wet and dirty."

"Oh."

After Teng Chong persuaded her, Yeats didn't force her to go to the hill, but when she returned to the city, she went to Yizhuang again.

"Yeats, what are you doing?" Seeing Yeats rubbing the finger prints of a dead monk with graphite powder, Teng Chong felt inconceivable, "You asked a dead man to paint?"

Yeats put Tuo's finger prints into his sleeve pocket, "Go, go to the tavern, let's meet Uncle Qin."

Teng Chong was in a hurry to solve the case, and asked: "Brother Ye, we have been running for a day, the murderer has clues." The last time he stood at the scene of the crime and caught the murderer, this time he ran for a day, probably the same.

Yeats is really a god!

Yeats looked at Teng Butou, who was anxious, and nodded generously, "There is indeed a clue."

"Really?" Teng Chong couldn't help but be overjoyed.

At dusk, several people met Qin Dachuan in the tavern, according to Teng Chong's strength, wishing that Yeats would name the murderer right now, he was in the mood to eat.

Qin Dachuan is not only a living map, but also knows many idlers and helpers because of his status as a head arrester in Dali Temple. It is easy for him to find out the background of the little people in the market.While waiting for Xiao Er to serve the food, he told Yeats all about the handkerchiefs and handkerchiefs of An, Tao, and Wen's families that he had inquired about.

She was very sensitive to one of them, "Uncle Qin, the name of An Lingniang's childhood playmate was...?" Before she knew it, the woman she met last night with bamboo leaves on her skirt appeared in her mind.

Qin Dachuan replied, "Xue Qiaoniang." His playmate before the age of ten, if he hadn't told me that the little lady lives in the Sancha Lane they visited last night, he probably wouldn't even remember her name.

Sure enough, in the next sentence, Yeats asked: "Where does she live?"

"Coincidentally, it's the place we went to yesterday."

"Which household is it?"

"This..." Qin Dachuan didn't think it was important and didn't ask carefully.

"Eat first." Yeats greeted everyone to eat.

Ye Zhi looked as if he was going to find Xue Qiaoniang after eating, which made Qin Dachuan unable to drink leisurely, so he got up and went out.

What's going on?Several people looked at Yeats.

Could it be that Qin Dachuan has a tacit understanding with her to the extent that he knows what she wants to do without words?

After a while, Qin Dachuan turned back, followed by an idle middle-aged man, "He knows everything about Sancha Alley, just ask him if you have anything."

Really, Yeats raised his eyebrows and beckoned to ask the store to add a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

The middle-aged man was embarrassed, "I... won't sit down anymore, brother Qin's business is my business, Xiao Lang-jun just ask if you have anything."

Yeats saw the middle-aged man's embarrassment, so he didn't force it, and asked him with a smile, "What's the third family name south of the junction of Sancha Lane and Buffalo Lane?"

"The surname is Xue." The middle-aged man replied with certainty, "His family sells soap beans."

"Is there an eighteen or nineteen-year-old woman named Xue Qiaoniang?"

"Exactly."

Qin Dachuan was taken aback.

Teng Chong seemed to feel something, his sluggish upper body stretched unconsciously, and his eyes stared at Yeats.

Yeats took out a piece of goose feather bamboo from his sleeve pocket.

"Isn't this the three-leaf bamboo in the backyard of Shansha Temple? You picked it on the mountain during the day?" Teng Chong asked puzzled.

Goose feather bamboo is also called three-leaf bamboo. It has no noble character, and ordinary literati will not plant it in the courtyard. Goose feather bamboo is short and lush, and ordinary people don’t know how to grow it.

Yeats smiled and said nothing.

Yang Fuquan said with a smile, "I know, this is the bamboo leaf that Brother Ye picked up last night."

Teng Chong stood up abruptly, "Where is the murderer, I will arrest him."

"Drink first."

"What if the murderer escapes?" Teng Chong died of anxiety.

Yeats shrugged, "Then it will be a hard job to catch the head."

Teng Chong rushed out of the tavern, Yeats shouted behind him, "No hurry, two cases together."

Thinking he didn't hear it, Yeats had just picked up the chopsticks when he saw Teng Chong running back, "Why don't you worry, I'm dying of anxiety, the crime happened yesterday, and I'm arrested today, how impressive it is."

After finishing speaking, I realized something was wrong again, "What two cases together? What do you mean?"

He suddenly had an epiphany: "You mean, the two cases in our hands are the same murderer?"

"I didn't say that." Yeats raised his eyebrows.

The shop served the food, and within a short while, five or six dishes were ready, Yeats picked up the chopsticks and ate them.

Tengchong was so hung up by his words that he couldn't get off the ground, so he asked anxiously, "What's going on?"

Yeats didn't answer him, and smiled at the tavern owner, "Boss, we..."

The few people were either wearing official uniforms of Dali Temple, or they were bookish, so the little boss didn't get impatient, and quickly waved his hands, "I didn't hear anything, I didn't hear anything." He hurriedly went to the back kitchen.

clever!

Only then did Yeats reply to him, "There is no coincidence without a book, and it fits the name 'Xue Qiaoniang'."

Tengchong still didn't understand, "Is the person I want to arrest the murderer of the two cases?"

Yeats just ate.

Teng Chong couldn't bear it anymore, so he turned around and took his hands down Sancha Lane to arrest people. If he found the murderer, he had to catch him.

Standing under the starry sky, Qin Dachuan was quite puzzled, "You just let Teng Butou arrest people?" Obviously it was his credit.

Yeats slapped, "It's all worth it."

Yang Fuquan grinned, "Anyway, I live in Dali Temple, which is very close to where you live, so let's go together."

In the capital city at night, there are almost no people on the streets, and the streets are very open. The two young boys talked and laughed all the way, disappearing into the hazy night.

Pei Jingning had already bathed when he returned to the mansion, and was reading in the cool shade in the study to get sleepy.

The waiter said that Qin Dachuan had something to report.

Pei Jingning was quite surprised that a small policeman had the face to knock on Shaoqing's door in Dali Temple. Normally, the gatekeeper would have dismissed him, but the gatekeeper still passed on the news.

"My lord..." The master remained silent for a long time, before Bai Lang reminded, "He said that Yeats found the murderer who killed the monk, and Teng Butou has already gone to arrest him, and he probably has already sent him to Dali Temple."

This is indeed something that can be knocked on his door, but when Teng Chong handed over the person to Dali Temple, a special person will come here to report back. Qin Dachuan, as an old policeman of Dali Temple, cannot possibly not know this, so he must have more to say.

Think for a moment: "Let him in."

"Yes, my lord."

(End of this chapter)