A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Yeats glanced at the Minister of Justice, then at Jia Bihen, "Because that person is masked, and she doesn't know who he is?"

"Then we won't investigate?" The Minister of Punishment snorted coldly, "I didn't expect that Dali Temple's handling of cases would be nothing more than this."

Master Fan looked at the angry Minister of Justice and smiled slightly, "The case is not over yet, since I will investigate it."

"Master Fan, Dali Temple is the most sacred place for the laws of the Wei Dynasty. Don't let some young people mess around. It's nothing..." Pei Jingning turned to look at it leisurely, his eyes indifferent, but the Minister of Punishment paused.

There was silence.

The moment was suffocating.

As the chief judge, Lu Sicheng broke the uneasy atmosphere and said, "Jia, Jia Bihen, do you have any objections to the investigation in Dali Temple?" The hall recorder held the trial record in front of Jia's mother and son and asked them to Draw a pledge.

Without any hesitation, Jia smeared the seal and made the seal.

Jia Bihen hesitated and refused to sign, "Mother... mother, I don't want to die... I..."

Jia Shi snorted coldly, "Who else do you expect to save you?"

Jia Bihen looked at Yu Qingzhi, who bowed to the presiding judge, "Jia Bihen will be punished for whatever crime he deserves, and Tianxiang Tower will never cover it up."

Listening to the voice, Master Yu was not the masked man in black. Jia Bihen was desperate. The man had said that if something happened, he would definitely save her, but... she didn't seem to understand until this moment that their mother and son were being used. , I don’t even know who they are.

Jia Bihen collapsed to the ground.

Yeats sarcastically smiled, "Evil people have their own evildoers, but Yang Die'er was so innocent and suffered so much when she came to this world."

Not only this case, Jia's case, but also the case 15 years ago were jointly sentenced and sentenced to death. Jia Bihen was sent to Lingnan as an accomplice and will never leave Lingnan.

Tianxiang Tower, as an entertainment venue, failed to ensure the personal safety of the deceased and was fined ten thousand taels of silver. Compared to a human life, this small amount of money was nothing to the extremely wealthy King of Han!

Yeats caught the sensitive word, "Master Zhao, what did you just say about King Han?"

Zhao Bai also realized that he had let slip, "You know, the King of Han is the Queen Mother's favorite. There must be more people in the fiefdom than other clans, so of course he is rich."

He must know something. Yeats smiled slightly and stopped asking. He looked up at the sky. She was regretful that she could not catch the murderer who finally caused Yang Dieer's death.

It wasn't that she let him go on purpose, but that the murderer was really cunning and she couldn't find him.

"Isn't it Yu?" Teng Chong suspected that it was this guy.

Yeats shook his head, "It's not him."

"Who is that?"

Yeats still looked up to the sky.

March is here and spring is blooming.But she was not in a good mood.

"Remember the restaurant case last year?"

"It was a case of a prostitute hiring a murderer. At that time, we only found the waiter who had sneaked into the restaurant. At that time, you inferred that there was another murderer, but the prostitute refused to tell who the other person was until her death?"

Yeats nodded.

"Do you suspect that he was the murderer who stabbed Yang Die'er for the third time?"

Yeats nodded again, "This is a person who is good at taking advantage of other people's privacy and inquiring about other people's old grudges and making money."

"Who could that be?" Hunting down culprits and robbers is a common occurrence for a head catcher, but if there is a murderer who cannot be found, it feels like there is something unfinished that keeps hanging on him and makes him feel uncomfortable.

"I don't know." In both cases, Yeats failed to write a criminal profile, and his opponent was unusual.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Yang Fuquan muttered in a low voice: "Then what if he commits another crime?"

"Then catch him and sentence him to death." Teng Chong cursed angrily.After the Tianxianglou case ended, everyone was in a bad mood.

Yeats withdrew his gaze: "Let's go, I'll treat everyone to a drink." Get drunk and forget about these troubles.

Seeing that everyone was really hungry at noon, they looked for a suitable restaurant to eat.

In the spring of March, all things are revived, willows are green and flowers are red, birds sing and swallows dance, and the earth is full of vitality.

Yeats went to the tavern where they often went, and met a monk asking for alms at the door. The owner of the tavern, who ran a small business, was not happy to offer alms to these monks and was chasing him away.

"Go, why are you here again? No one invited you today..." The boss raised his head, "Hey, Mr. Ye, Mr. Teng, you guys are here..." The little boss's expression immediately turned gloomy, and he immediately smiled. He came out cheerfully, "Everyone, please—"

Yeats looked at the handsome monk.

The handsome monk held the alms bowl in one hand and folded it with the other, "It is so destined that we meet again, donor."

The monk in gray and white robes has a dignified manner, a handsome face, a straight posture, a gentle temperament, and a clear jade, making him look like an expert from this world.

Yeats asked with a smile: "Master, is he an eminent monk from Mingguang Temple in the suburbs of Beijing?"

"Amituofo, the donor is praising you ridiculously. He is just an ordinary monk."

unusual?

So unusually long.

Yeats smiled again and raised his head, "Boss, give me a bowl of vegetarian food and charge it to my account."

"Okay." Someone asked, and the restaurant owner was of course happy to beg him. He immediately asked the waiter to scoop up white porridge and bring white steamed buns over, "Here."

The handsome monk thanked him with his bowl, and left after thanking him.

Yeats stared at his back and suddenly said, "May I ask the master's name -"

The handsome monk stopped, turned around, picked up the gift and said, "The poor monk's name is Jingwu."

"Oh, Master Jingwu." Yeats imitated him and performed a gathering ceremony.

Jingwu smiled slightly, turned around and left with the bowl in hand.

The spring breeze in March was blowing his gray robe. It was hard to tell whether it was the fluttering of immortality or the mundane world. Yeats didn't understand. He didn't hesitate and invited everyone to come in and eat and drink to soothe their internal organs.

After walking half a mile, Monk Jingwu stopped and turned to look at the tavern.

She disguises herself as a man and walks around the capital with a small face that is as pure and beautiful as a hibiscus. She can always stand out from the crowd effortlessly and amaze everyone.

He suddenly smiled, turned around and left.

Since they had to go back to Dali Temple in the afternoon, Ye's small group did not dare to drink more. After eating, they went back to Dali Temple.

The street market is lively and crowded with pedestrians.

Due to professional reasons, Yeats and others had turned a blind eye to the hustle and bustle of the capital and did not care to linger. They hurried to Dali Temple, but were blocked by a crowded crowd halfway.

"What's going on up front?" Teng Chong asked as he pushed through the crowd.

A passerby replied, "A couple was buying fabrics at a silk and satin shop. The shopkeeper sold them fabrics with holes that had been gnawed by mice. They came over to argue with the shopkeeper. The husband was so angry that he died. Now the woman is asking the shopkeeper to pay for the burial. man."

"Dead mad?"

Teng Chong quickly pushed through the crowd, and Yeats and others followed him to the front of the silk shop. Lying on the ground was a middle-aged man with a pale complexion and black lips.

Yeats squatted down and put his fingers on his nose. There was no breath. He was indeed dead. (End of chapter)