A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 22 022 Restaurant Case (5)

Several bystanders were taken aback, "Haven't we heard such news?"

Yeats smiled, "The old base of the Qian family is not in the capital, so it's not a glorious thing to win immediately. This kind of news probably hasn't spread in your circle, but you can still find out if you are willing to inquire in the market."

This shows the ability of the old catcher Qin Dachuan, all of which he inquired about.

Lu Sicheng frowned and asked, "What does this have to do with the restaurant murder?"

This is what everyone here wants to ask Yeats.

Yeats smiled slightly, wrote in the middle of the blackboard: Yunzhou businessman Fang's murder case, and circled it with the restaurant murder case with chalk.

"I think they can join the case."

"What?" Lu Sicheng in the northwest was extremely surprised, "You mean it was the same person or the same group who killed them?"

Yeats shook his head, "No, cause produces effect."

"What do you mean?" Lu Sizheng didn't understand.

"It's karma."

Lu Sicheng was puzzled: "You mean that the living members of the Fang family killed Wang, Zhu and Qian's family for revenge?"

Yeats nodded.

"But the Fang family has a simple population. Fang Shao'an and his son are dead. The wife also passed away due to excessive grief. She can only marry the eldest daughter of the Zhu family. But she is already a member of the Zhu family, so she will kill her husband?"

Yeats wrote down the name of Fang Qiuniang, the patriarch's daughter, on the blackboard, put down the chalk, and cupped his hands towards Pei Shaoqing, "My lord, please send someone to Yunzhou to check whether the patriarch's daughter is still in Fang's house."

The two temple ministers were very surprised.

Pei Jingning nodded, "Bai Lang, go make arrangements, you must see people when you live, and see corpses when you die."

"Yes, my lord."

The follow-up matter can only be discussed after the news from Yunzhou comes back. The case has come to an end, and Yeats left with a small blackboard.

Lu Sicheng still found it unbelievable, "My lord, then Zhu Fang is a woman in the inner house. She doesn't have the ability or the qualifications. I don't think it's appropriate to speculate that she killed someone."

Pei Jingning didn't speak.The eyebrows are like ink paintings, and the temples are like knives.There was a deep silence in the eyes, calm and mature, and awe-inspiring. The two temple officials did not dare to question any more, and they bowed their hands and retreated.

Ten days later, the people sent by Bai Lang sent back the news.

"My lord, it is true as Ye Pingshi guessed. The fifth floor of the Fang family property went into the pocket of the Wang family, and the third floor went into the pocket of the Qianzhi County. The Zhu family only left an empty shop, and the Zhu Fang family disappeared on the night of their wedding. There was no one alive or dead. The Zhu family regarded her as dead, and the memorial tablet has already entered the ancestral hall."

Pei Jingning asked Yeats, "Do you think she is alive?"

"Yes, my lord, not only that, but I also speculate that she is in the capital." Yeats replied.

Pei Jingning looked deeply at him, "Do you know where she is hiding?"

"My lord was joking." Yeats cupped his hands, "I just guessed her possible identity now."

"What identity?"

Yeats replied softly: "Falling into the wind and dust."

"Bai Lang, take my orders and arrange the soldiers from the five cities to search for Fang Qiuniang together."

"Yes, my lord."

Once there was a direction, Dali Temple moved very quickly. Five days later, Fang Qiuniang was arrested and brought to justice. She confessed to hiring murderers, "They should be damned. If the conditions did not allow it, I would like to go over and drink their blood and eat their flesh."

Yeats asked: "Wang Min took a fancy to your family's wealth. In order to please the Wang family, Zhu Lipo joined forces with the county magistrate Zhu's family to set up a trap for your father and asked someone to kill him, right?"

"But at that time, I didn't know that my father was killed by my cousin, and I entrusted my younger brother to him... I didn't expect..." Fang Qiuniang wished to bump her head to death, "It was me, I killed my brother, I am a sinner of the Fang family, I deserve to die..."

Yeats sighed: "A person who wants to put your Fang family to death, even if you don't entrust your brother to him, he will still find a chance to kill your brother."

Fang Qiuniang wailed loudly, "Father, brother, I have avenged you, I have avenged..."

Yeats still had another question: "On the night of the wedding, will Zhu Lippo kill you?"

"Kill me?" Fang Qiuniang raised her head and hissed, "Haha... If he kills me, I might be able to spare him as a ghost..."

"You mean, he gave you to Qian Zhixian's son? Aren't you his wife?" In ancient times, as long as the court was worshipped, it was the official marriage of the Ming media.

"Hahaha..." Fang Qiuniang cried and laughed, maddened, "Wife? In order to curry favor with powerful people, the one surnamed Zhu can give his mother to others to play with."

Really perverted.

"You... escaped from Qian Heng's hands?"

"Qian Heng got tired of playing with me and sold me to the lowest lowly brothel. They probably never dreamed that I would still be able to leave the brothel that even the ghosts feared. My mother fled all the way to the capital, from a lowly courtesan to a bustard who has many beautiful women in her hands. A year ago, my old lady finally caught the opportunity to kill Qian Heng, who came to the capital to have a good time. Do you understand the happy feeling? Hahaha..."

Hateful people may all start from pitiful places.

Yeats asked the last question: "What is the name of the killer who killed Wang Min?"

"Do you think I will tell you?" Fang Qiuniang calmed down, "Anyway, my vengeance has been avenged, and there is nothing in this world worthy of my nostalgia. You can kill or cut as you please."

After speaking, refuse to speak again.

The other killer didn't seem to exist, but Yeats had a hunch that there was, so he applied to Pei Jingning to see the murderer, Chen Siliang.

Lu Sicheng said: "This person's mouth is as tight as Fang Qiuniang's. He refuses to reveal the other murderer at all. It's useless if you go."

Teng Chong said: "Perhaps there is no other murderer, they are all killed by the surname Chen."

Yeats shook his head.

Pei Jingning was looking at him with his hands behind his back. He was calm and thin, and his speech revealed confidence.

Even the Dali Temple couldn't be pried open, and Yeats didn't intend to ask the second murderer: "I still have a doubt."

"What doubts?" Pei Jingning asked.

"I want to ask him why there are no footprints around the deceased, and what kind of pad was used to remove the splashed blood. I have never thought of what it is?"

"Don't ask."

"..."

"It's a futon." The complicated cause and effect can be sorted out, but I didn't expect this. For some reason, the corners of Pei Jingning's lips couldn't help but slightly twitch.

Yeats slapped his head, "Oh, why didn't I expect that the futon is thick enough to cover footprints, and it's so fine that blood splatters on it so it won't leak, but how can there be futons in restaurants?"

Pei Shaoqing and Lu Sicheng looked at each other, didn't Ye Pingshi go into a private room like a restaurant?

Why are they looking at her like this? Is there a private room specially prepared for monks in the restaurant?

Although the other murderer was not caught, the two cases were merged and the Dali Temple closed the case. The property that was greedily pocketed by Wang Min was confiscated by the Dali Temple.

Similarly, those who participated in the murder of Fang Shaoan, the county magistrate of Yunzhou and the Zhu family, were all arrested and imprisoned. Those who were sentenced to death were sentenced to death and those who were imprisoned.

The Shaoqing of Dali Temple finally had time to go home to have a meal with the princess's wife, but the old lady urged the marriage, "Ziqian, you are already 23, you can't stop marrying a daughter-in-law, if you don't marry again, you can't sleep and eat for your mother. You see, I've lost weight..." After speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and let his son look at her thin arms.

Pei Jingning had a headache, "Mother... I don't want to get married yet!"

"Then when do you want to do it?"

(End of this chapter)