A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 232 232 Beauty Case (12)

The next day, the eldest princess went to the palace.

Yeats and others also interrogated Guangyuan.

Guangyuan was escorted to the interrogation hall. He was thin, tall and handsome. He looked really good and had the ability to attract young ladies.

Yeats was sitting on the left side of Lu Si Cheng. During Lu Si Cheng's routine questioning, she looked at this person. Before he became a monk, he was an idle gangster in the countryside. Because of his good looks, he often hooked up with his family. A young woman with good conditions can not only satisfy her lust, but also make money from the young woman. After getting the money, she goes gambling. She can no longer be described as a scumbag.

Later, he committed a crime in the village, so he escaped and managed to become a monk. He then moved from a small local temple to the Mingguang Temple, the largest temple in the Wei Dynasty.

Just over a year after I arrived at Mingguang Temple, I climbed from a handyman monk to a field monk who could make money.

If this person had used his mind on the right path, he would be a good person, but it is a pity that he has evil thoughts.

The person in charge of this case was Ye Zhi. Lu Si Cheng turned his head and said, "Master Ye, you come and ask!"

Yeats nodded, "Yes, sir."

Guangyuan raised her chin high, with a nonchalant look on her face.

Yeats started from the beginning: "Guangyuan, where were you on the night of June [-]th?"

"How many times have you asked, and how many times have I replied, and you still don't remember? Is there something wrong with your head?"

Lu Si Cheng was shocked and said: "You are outrageous."

Guangyuan smiled sarcastically at Ye Zhi. He was a monk from Mingguang Temple, and there was someone covering his head. Who dared to be disrespectful to Mingguang Temple?

Yeats calmly asked again: "Guangyuan, where were you on the night of June [-]th?"

His eyes looked directly into the heart of the tall and thin man, calm and peaceful, but seemed to contain the majesty of a law enforcer.

Guangyuan's eyes subconsciously dodge and he replied, "Of course in the temple."

Yeats said: "Mingguang Temple is having dinner at C o'clock, and lights are out at Xu o'clock. You are indeed in the temple at this time, but at the end of Xu o'clock you have sneaked out of the temple, and at the beginning of Hi o'clock you have arrived at the small rented courtyard..."

"Who can prove that I was in the small courtyard at the beginning of Haishi?"

Yeats smiled slightly, "Have you finally admitted that the courtyard is yours?"

Guangyuan: ...He avoided one question, but indirectly admitted another.

Yeats looked at him.

Missing the opportunity to deny it, Guangyuan pursed her lips unconsciously.

"Really?" Yeats took the opportunity to pursue him.

He still wanted to deny it.

Yeats raised his hand.

At this moment, the guard at the door quietly came in and whispered to Prime Minister Lu's ear, "Sir, Pei Shaoqing, King Han, and Prince Nanping are here."

Lu Si Cheng looked towards the door.

Pei Jingning signaled him to leave them alone.

Lu Sicheng simply raised his hand to the three important people at the door and continued to listen to Yeats' questions.

Pei Jingning stretched out his hand to invite King Han to take the main seat inside the door. He and Zhao Qi'an stood behind him, one on the left and one on the right. The three of them looked at the Shen Hall.

Yang Fuquan took out two pieces of paper and showed one in one hand. There were fingerprints and footprints on it.

Yeats pointed to the left and said, "On the left are your footprints and finger prints taken at Mingguang Temple, and on the right are your footprints and finger prints in the small courtyard. The two patterns are exactly the same. Master Guangyuan, do you still want to quibble?" ?" Guangyuan didn't expect that the man named Ye from Dali Temple would use this method to confirm. He really couldn't quibble and said disdainfully, "So what?"

From sarcasm to harsh words, the suspect's first line of psychological defense has been broken.

Yang Fuquan took out two pages of paper again. There were also footprints and finger prints on them, but it was obvious that the two pages were much smaller than the previous ones. At first glance, they were women's footprints.

"These are the footprints and fingerprints of the deceased found in the rental hospital. Master Guangyuan, how do you explain it?"

"I can rent this small courtyard, and others can also rent it. Does it matter?"

Yeats smiled softly, "Master Guangyuan, I heard that you were a sweeping monk when you first entered Mingguang Temple, right?"

What does this mean?Guangyuan couldn't figure it out for a moment and looked at her carefully, "Is this related to the case?"

"Of course." Yeats said with a smile on his calm face, "Kyoto is located in the north. Although there are mountains and forests, it still cannot block the dust blowing from the northwest. As a sweeping monk, you know very well that a day in the courtyard If you don’t clean it, the dust will accumulate so thickly…”

Guangyuan seemed to understand something, but this was too mysterious. "You mean, I have as much dust as the footprints of the deceased in the rental yard?"

Yeats smiled and said, "The master at Mingguang Temple is indeed smarter than others. If I say one, the master can predict two, and his prediction is very correct..."

"I..." @#%, Guangyuan almost cursed.

His mentality is no longer stable and has been led by Yeats.

Yeats left his seat and walked to Guang Yuan in a leisurely manner, "You have always refused to plead guilty. There are only two reasons. First, our current conditions make it difficult to find the source of arsenic. Second, no one saw you committing the crime. Right!"

When it comes to this, Guangyuan is very confident. There is arsenic in Mingguang Temple, which is used to poison the insects and rats in the mountains. Although he did not purchase it, as a seventh-level monk, he has the connections to get some of the portions that should be given to the rats. , and Mingguang Temple has the handwriting of the late emperor, but not everyone can go in to investigate the case. They can't go in to verify the amount of arsenic, so of course they can't convict him.

He said proudly: "I have never done this at all, and of course you can't find out."

Yeats stared at him and paced gently in front of him.

Guangyuan let her stare and looked at her proudly, saying: Check it out, go to Mingguang Temple to check it out!Look, someone saw him doing something bad in the middle of the night.

He walked around once... twice... all the while staring at Guangyuan with a faint smile. When he turned the corner, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly with meaning, which was profound and thought-provoking.

The chief inquisitor played games with the suspect.

The entire interrogation hall was audible, and it was as if one could faintly hear the heartbeat of a person.

Guangyuan suspected that it was his own heartbeat. He went from being proud and arrogant to feeling guilty and then anxious.

On the third lap, Yeats suddenly stopped and said with a cold face, "After you poisoned the deceased that night, you carried her directly to the pier behind the courtyard, threw her into the water, and let her float away with the current. Do you think No one saw it, right?"

Guangyuan: ...He looked around a few times. It was late at night, but it was not the watchman's time, so of course there was no one there. Why did he still ask like this, trying to deceive him?
But why is the man named Ye a bit evil? He actually avoided Arsenic and directly talked about the witnesses. Could it be that he found the witnesses?

After thinking about it, Guangyuan was not sure. Could someone really have seen it?

His tenderness told Yeats that he was no longer sure.

It was a good time for her to speak, "Master Guangyuan, you may not know that you like to seduce young women, and some people like to peek into people's privacy. When you were having an affair with the deceased Yin Suniang, there were people who kept listening to you."

"Impossible...impossible..."

Yeats turned to look at Teng Chong.

Teng Chong waved his hand, and two detectives escorted an old man with a deer-headed and rat-like eyes into the interrogation hall.

Guangyuan's face turned pale.

Yeats did not let go of his broken expression, "Yin Su Niang must have reported this person to you, saying that he was following her secretly, so you should give him a good beating!"

His head exploded and he collapsed!
(End of this chapter)