A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Yeats asked with concern: "Master Zhao, are you feeling well?"

"Much better, thank you for your concern."

In the midsummer of June, there were no air conditioners or fans in the official rooms of the Wei Dynasty, but the ancients had their own wisdom. There were green plants in front and back of the house. The front door and rear windows were transparent, so as long as there was wind, you could pass through the hall. Extremely cool.

Yeats picked up the banana fan and fanned himself while chatting with Zhao Bai. His face was not good and he looked pale and thin.

"I think you still don't look good. Do you want to take a rest?"

Seeing Ye Zhi's concerned look, Zhao Bai showed his face, and his pale and thin face seemed to have a glow, "It's okay, it's all old habits. It happens in the summer. It will be fine after this period."

Yeats really wanted to ask him what kind of seasonal disease he had, but they didn't tell him, and she was too embarrassed to ask. Besides, she was not a doctor, so even if she asked, how could she help?

She smiled, sat down at her desk, and turned around to sort out the case.

Zhao Bai stopped her, "I heard you just took a case?"

Yeats nodded, "Yes, a decomposed female body was found in the inn yesterday. The time of death was just confirmed, but since there is no head, there is no way for anyone to claim it, so Brother Teng and the others are outside to investigate the recently missing woman. , hoping to find the identity of the victim."

"So cruel, even headless?"

Yeats also lamented, "Yes, the murderer is very cruel."

Zhao Bai asked, "Who is the murderer probably?"

He often worked on cases with Yeats and others, and he knew that after Yeats investigated the crime scene, he would have a rough description of the murderer. Although it was rough, it was as if the gods had a cross with her, and it was almost accurate.

Yeats thought about it carefully and said: "The murderer should be between 27 and 40 years old. He is slightly fat and looks kind, but..." She sighed and pursed her lips and did not continue.

Zhao Bai heard half a word and saw that she stopped, and was a little puzzled, "Brother Ye, why did you stop?"

She clicked her tongue and said, "I can't tell."

"There are not many murderers who can make little brother Ye feel sad and puzzled at the same time!" Zhao Bai asked with a smile, "Do you need my help to find the murderer?"

Yeats had just introduced some of the murderer's criminal profile, and before she had time to tell Teng Chong, Zhang Jin and the others, she was going to give it to them when they came back.

Zhao Bai was about to help, but Yeats was about to refuse when he thought of his physical condition. He also thought that the murderer was a son of a wealthy official, and Zhao Bai was a son of this class, and I heard that he had many friends and was very popular. If he could help find a WeChat account, Fat men should be fine, right?

"Won't you be tired?" In order to solve the case as soon as possible, Yeats was a little shaken.

The smile stretched, and Zhao Bai seemed to be energetic in an instant, "Brother Ye likes to peel off the cocoons to find out the real culprit. Zhao and I are the same. I like the process of catching the culprit. It is not only interesting but also meaningful, isn't it?"

This was indeed the case. Yeats was not polite to him and thought for a moment, "Is there that kind of place that can express status but is not so expensive?"

"Would you like to go to a teahouse, a restaurant, or a brothel?"

"Can everyone go?"

Even the emperor knew that Yeats was a woman, and it was an open secret.

"As long as little brother Ye is nothing, I am nothing either."

"Okay, let's all go."

The two took action as soon as they said they would.

Zhao Bai analyzed: "The most popular places to go out now are restaurants and brothels, and the most popular places to go out tomorrow morning will be teahouses."

Yeats agreed.As soon as Yang Fuquan heard that Yeats was going out, he quickly grabbed Qin Dachuan and followed him out.

Qin Dachuan didn't want to go, so he asked, "Ye Pingshi, give me something to do."

Yeats smiled and said, "Now it's just a matter of following me to eat and shopping. Come on, let's set off."

Yeats followed Zhao Bai.

Zhao Bai was familiar with the restaurant and found a restaurant with two and a half floors and a medium size. In order to solve the case, he did not ask for a private room. The few of them sat directly in the lobby, eating and listening to all the gossip.

While Yeats was listening, he was as carefree as a ruffian.

Yang Fuquan heard Yeats say that the murderer was a fat young man. While eating, he turned his eyes to the fat men. When he saw one, he pulled Yeats's arm and said, "Brother Ye, that man looks like Doesn’t it look like it?”

Yeats followed his gaze and then shook his head with a smile, "No."

After a while, Yang Fuquan pointed several times, and Ye Zhi shook his head no.

Yang Fuquan puffed his lips and said, "Brother Ye, please be more specific so that I can find him easily."

More specific?Yeats assembled the body parts in two cloth bags. The woman was of medium height. Judging from the bone shape of her limbs, she should be a woman with a slim waist and long legs. The slightly fat murderer... scattered with five stones...dismembered...this What kind of person would a man be in normal life?
Yeats thought for a moment and said, "He is a good-natured person who smiles and laughs..."

Yang Fuquan couldn't stand listening anymore, "How can he kill people if he has a good temper? He has a good temper, he is a bad person."

Don’t bad people have bad tempers?

"Of course, otherwise how can we call him a bad person?" Yang Fuquan said matter-of-factly.

Yeats: ...hypocrite, sanctimonious, wolf in sheep's clothing...wait where did these come from?

But she still smiled and said, "Brother Xiaoquan is right."

Yang Fuquan now looks at the fat man as a bad guy.

When the meal was almost done, Zhao Bai asked her curiously, "There's no one you're looking for among the people coming in and out?"

Yeats pointed to a fat man who was about to go out and said, "His fatness is rich fatness. As long as he doesn't rebel, he and his son should have no worries about food and clothing."

Yang Fuquan scratched his head, "Brother Ye, but if you look at the clothes and shoes he's wearing, he's just ordinary. You can't tell he's rich."

"Money is not something you can see, it is what has accumulated over the years." Yeats said to the fat man's back, "Look, he is in his 30s, his back is straight and his steps are calm. You can tell at a glance that his life has been stable recently and nothing has disturbed him. State of mind.”

Yang Fuquan heard something specious, but Qin Dachuan understood. No, it wasn't that he understood, but Qin Dachuan's experience was enough for him to understand and digest this dilemma.

Zhao Bai looked deeply at Yeats.

Yeats accidentally caught his eye and smiled brightly, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao!"

Zhao Bai wanted to say no thank you, but he swallowed his words again. In the end, he could only smile, why not let him meet her earlier?
As night fell, Zhao Bai and his party arrived at the brothel again - Yongcui Tower.

Yeats smelled a certain relationship, "Yongcui Tower and Hongxiaoyuan..."

I always feel that the names of these two buildings are very similar.

Zhao Bai was stunned for a moment, then smiled in annoyance, "We are really a family."

Yeats looked around and saw that Nanping County Prince Zhao Qi'an had many properties!Not only that, these industries are very distinctive. Hongxiaoyuan is located in the Beicheng District, where there is a mixture of fish and dragons, and Yongcui Building is opened in the south commercial district of the city. They are both places where people gather. As the capital of Yujiying, the existence of this kind of brothel The meaning is very intriguing.