A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Yeats knelt down and examined the deceased. He found that he had been strangled to death. Unlike ordinary civilian cases, the deceased was strangled with a wire wire. This kind of thing could not be purchased by ordinary people in this era, and only professional killers could obtain it.

A professional killer actually appeared in this case... Putting aside all his thoughts, Yeats continued the autopsy. From beginning to end, nothing was left unturned.

Who killed him and why?Did you know that Dali Temple is looking for someone to strike first?Or was the informant killed because he found out something important?

Yeats stood up, turned around and looked at the homeless people watching in the Chase Room, "Has anyone been looking for him in the past two days? Or has he said anything?"

A group of homeless rough guys looked at each other. This brat thought he was smart and slippery, but he didn't take them seriously. They usually didn't pay much attention to him, and they all shook their heads, "I don't know..."

Teng Chong didn't believe it, and was about to yell at them to be honest and say something quickly, when Yeats pulled him and shook his head at him, and they walked out of the main room.

It was April, and the smell inside was as sour and smelly as in summer. Yeats took a deep breath of the fresh air outside and looked around.

Two or three miles away is the moat pier. There are pedestrians, hawkers, and businessmen on the pier, and it is crowded and noisy.

Teng Chong asked, "Then what should we do now?"

Yeats glanced at the simple inn behind him and said, "We'll wait until Master Yan comes over to examine the body."

Although Yeats had already been examined, the procedures in Dali Temple required an autopsy to be done before the body could be towed away.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yeats and others went to the pier for a stroll.

As they walked, Teng Chong and Yeats faced the case. The two asked and answered questions to find the real reason behind the case.

"Brother Ye, it seems from now on that either Feng Xiao or Xiao Ji has colluded with the foreign tribes in the north. They should secretly sell food to the foreign tribes in the north."

This is for sure, Xiao Ji’s account books are all fake.

Zhang Jin said: "I don't know how much grain is sold to the north?" Grain is transported once every two months, five or six times a year, which seems to be indispensable.

"Brother Ye, where do you think the grain coming from the south will be landed and traded?"

Yeats did not reply to this question, but said, "The north is far away, and merchants from the north come to trade, at most two or three times a year."

"But Xiao goes out five or six times a year. Doesn't that mean he has to store the food somewhere and wait for the merchants from the north to come and transport it all at once?"

Several people looked at each other.

Teng Chong said: "Xiao Ji's shop is not big, and we have seen that the warehouse cannot store much food. Do they have warehouses elsewhere?"

Yeats stopped and said, "There are two questions we need to investigate now. One is whether there are other warehouses, and the second is where is the other northern businessman? Why did he appear in Tianxiang Tower last time? In the Tianxiang Tower case, besides Except Mr. Liu, the Minister of Household Affairs, why did these two northern businessmen also appear in Yang Dieer's private room? Is it a coincidence or someone did it deliberately? What are their respective purposes?"

Teng Chong and Zhang Jin looked at Qin Dachuan at the same time. They were good at investigating the case. If there was an undercover investigation, it would be up to him.

Qin Dachuan suddenly felt a lot of pressure on his shoulders.

Yeats smiled slightly, "Uncle Qin, don't worry, we will be together."

On this day, Yeats and several people not only inquired about how to store bulk commodities at the port, but also visited the interpersonal relationships in front of the informant, and unexpectedly discovered that he had rescued an eight or nine-year-old disabled child.

When Yeats found him, he was kneeling on the pier begging, but no matter what Yeats and others asked him, he shook his head.

"Is it possible that he is mute?"

The onlookers interjected, "Anyway, I've never seen him speak."

Yeats looked at the child. There was a big scar on one leg, and the bones under the scar were also deformed. It must have been caused by being beaten or smashed the day after tomorrow, resulting in disability.

She asked Yang Fuquan to buy steamed buns and sesame cakes for him.

"Let's go back." Yeats turned around and left the dock without letting Teng Chong and Zhang Jin ask.

It wasn't until they were far away that the little boy turned around and glanced at them from a distance, and then looked at the pier. People were coming and going, but no one threw money or food to him.When we walked to the city center, the sun was setting and it was already past the off-duty time. Several people did not plan to go back to Dali Temple and went home directly.

Ye Zhi and Xiao Fuzi had just mounted their horses when they were stopped by Zhao Qian's carriage, "Zhi Zhi..."

Yeats: ...Are they so familiar?

Zhao Qian suddenly felt a rush of cold air. He looked up and saw that behind Yeats, Pei Ziqian had arrived on horseback.

Yeats noticed Zhao Qian looking behind her and thought something had happened, so he turned around and said, "Sir..." He was pleasantly surprised.

Pei Jingning's frozen poker face moved away from the happy look of the little lady. He stretched out his hand and pulled the little lady to sit in his arms.

"Hey..." Zhao Qian almost yelled, "You two are 'men', it's not good to walk on the street like this!"

Pei Jingning just pretended not to hear someone's strange voice and put Yeats in her arms, "How are you today?"

Yeats shook his head, "The informant is dead, and Master Yan has already taken the body away."

"Ah."

What does this word "um" mean?Yeats raised his head and looked back.

In the dusk, Mr. Shaoqing's dark eyebrows flew sideways into his temples. Under his eyebrows was a pair of cold, clear eyes. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a half-inch shadow on both sides of the bridge of his nose. The peaks of his eyebrows were sharp, but the lines of his brow bones were unexpectedly soft. He looked at Ye Ye with his small eyes. When it comes to Zhi, the sharp edge is restrained.

Sunset, long street, one horse and two people.

Two faces, four eyes, staring at each other.

In the April evening wind, it looks like the most beautiful long scroll.

This person is spreading dog food...Zhao Qian covered his eyes and heart, saying that he couldn't stand it...it was too much...

Bai Lang let out a long sigh. Why didn't his dog eyes realize that Ye Pingshi was a woman before?Look, they look like a couple of gods and gods, so enviable!

The two were riding together, enjoying the evening breeze, admiring the dusk and sunset, and enjoying the beauty of youth.

After sunset, they went to the restaurant again and sat together, drinking wine and enjoying delicious food. It was such a pleasant life!

Zhao Qi'an couldn't bear it anymore and knocked on the table with his knuckles, "Zhao Ziqian, Zhi..."

Pei Jingning swept over with a blade.

Zhao Qian had no choice but to calm down and said, "Ye Pingshi, Zhao did not invite me to this meal in vain..."

Before Yeats could speak, Pei Jingning said, "I beg you!"

Zhao Qian:......

Zhao Qi'an surrendered, "No matter who invites me, Dali Temple must take care of Feng Xiao's case."

"The murderer of Feng Xiao has committed suicide, and Dali Temple can close the case."

"Okay..." Zhao Qian was finally convinced and had no choice but to speak directly: "Another Northern Businessman was kidnapped. What should we do now?"

Yeats tensed up, put down his chopsticks, and after thinking for a moment asked, "Then how does Prince Zhao want to handle this case?"

As expected, he is the person Pei Ziqian likes. This question is...

Zhao Qian shrugged, "How far can Dali Temple go?"