A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

The moment she raised her eyes, Zhao Bai lowered his head calmly, picked up the tea cup and drank water, then raised his eyes following her question, "Someone should have seen it."

Yeats smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I was in a daze just now thinking about the case."

"It's okay." Zhao Bai was panicking in his heart, but he smiled calmly on his face, "I have a friend who seems to have met Qiao Si. How about I set up a line for you to meet him?"

"I'll let Uncle Qin inquire. It's better not to trouble Mr. Zhao."

"Are you being polite to me?" Zhao Bai was deliberately angry, "Forgot, I am also a member of Dali Temple, and we are also in a public house, how can we say it is troublesome?"

Seeing that Zhao Bai looked unhappy, Yeats agreed sheepishly, "Then I'll trouble Mr. Zhao."

After saying that he wanted to introduce him, Zhao Bai immediately asked the servant to invite someone.

"Master Zhao, are you too impatient?"

"No." Zhao Bai said simply.

Yeats wanted to be polite but was blocked by Zhao Bai.

There is no other way but to do so.

While waiting for someone, in order not to look bored, someone said, "How about playing chess while waiting?"

So, Zhao Bai took out a Go chess set and thought about playing chess with Yeats. In the end, several people pushed him back and forth, and it was indeed Yeats who played chess with him.

An hour later, Zhao Bai's friend arrived, and it was almost Ye Wu. At some point, Zhao Bai's lunch was also arranged.Yeats and others were polite but had to stay at the Prince's Courtyard of Shunyang County for lunch.

After dinner, Zhao Bai's friend, the son of an official, told about Qiao Si, whom he met three years ago, "25-[-] years old, nearly seven feet tall, strong and strong, doesn't talk much, always smiles when meeting people, looks like... An easy-to-pink persimmon actually doesn’t recognize anyone if he turns against him, and generally people at the bottom are quite scared when they see him.”

Yeats could tell that the upper class looked down upon gangsters like Qiao Si.

"Thank you, Mr. Guan."

"Master Ye, you're welcome."

Yang Fuquan brought the charcoal pen.

Yeats asked Mr. Guan to describe Qiao Si's appearance and draw him, "Mr. Guan, do you look like him?"

When Mr. Guan saw the realistic sketch, he looked surprised: "It's so similar, just like a real person." He looked at Yeats with admiration.

Yeats bowed his hand humbly, "Thank you, Mr. Guan." Mr. Guan turned his head, "No wonder Zi Ang likes to work in Dali Temple. It turns out that Mr. Ye is so talented and powerful..."

Yeats put away the portrait in embarrassment.

Zhao Bai was just as happy as he was praising himself, "I will be on duty tomorrow, and I will go with you to catch the murderer."

Teng Chong and others looked at each other secretly. They looked deathly pale when they first saw each other in the morning. Why did Mr. Zhao's illness heal as quickly as a gust of wind after a meal?

Of course Yeats was happy, "One more manpower will help solve the case in one day, but Mr. Zhao better not force it."

"of course."

Zhao Bai's smile never stopped. As soon as he heard that people from Dali Temple came to see him, he realized that Yeats had come to see him. In an instant, his chronic illness seemed to be cured in the blink of an eye.

After leaving Shunyang County Prince's Mansion, Teng Chong and Zhang Jin surrounded Ye Zhi.

"Brother Ye, the Qiao Si mentioned by Guan just now is very similar to the murderer you profiled that day. They are both 25-[-], with an average build and a strong body. Is it really Qiao Si?"

Yeats turned to him and asked, "Then where is Qiao Si?"

Yes, the rumors are all there.

Zhang Jin said, "I'll go to Jing Zhaoyin to check his household registration."

Qin Dachuan: "I'm going to investigate the Qiao Family Gang back then."

"Then what should I do?" Teng Chong didn't know what to do since all the work was done by them.

Yeats said, "We have a living."

Teng Chong's eyes lit up, "What are we going to do?"

"Come with me."

Teng Chong and Yang Fuquan followed Yeats proudly, and walked away without forgetting to look back and smile proudly at Qin and Zhang.

Zhang Jin, Qin Dachuan:...