A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Although Teng Chong and Yang Fuquan were proud, they also knew that the case was difficult and worried and asked: "Brother Ye, do we need to take the portraits and investigate them one by one?"

Yeats looked up at the sky, "Today we will go to the East Street Night Market Alley again."

"Yes, wherever the case occurred, we should go there first."

Yeats turned around and said, "Let's not let anyone recognize the portrait today."

"That's..." Teng Chong and Yang Fuquan were confused.

"Walk."

Yeats asked Teng Chong to lead a few detectives, and then called people from the Military and Horse Department. They thought they were conducting house-to-house investigations, but it turned out that Yeats was not conducting an investigation at all, but...

"Looking for the path to the crime?"

"Yes."

Everyone didn't understand.

Yeats stood next to the garbage wooden frame where the corpse was found. "In the night market, people come and go, and it is hard to say that there is a rush of people in the bustling night market. How did the murderer put the body in the wooden frame when the crowd was so dense?"

After asking, she looked at the police officers and the soldiers and horses, and they all looked at each other.

Yeats' eyes were encouraging, "You patrol the streets every day, what do you think?"

After being reminded by Yeats, one person said, "If a beggar digs through garbage, I usually won't get close."

"Yes, me too, dirty and smelly."

Yeats asked rhetorically, "Are there many beggars in this section?"

Lu Limu replied: "Not many, but there must be some, and most of the night markets sell food, which attracts homeless people and beggars. They really don't attract attention when they rummage through the garbage."

Teng Chong asked: "Brother Ye, do you mean the murderer is a beggar?"

Yang Fuquan saw that Ye Zhi did not respond, "Brother Ye means that the murderer turned into a beggar, put the body in a sack and threw it here."

Yeats nodded, "Xiao Quanzi must be right about this."

"So this is it?" The small team of soldiers and horses patrolling the streets that night began to recall the details of that night.

"Hey, don't tell me, there really was a hunched-over beggar carrying a sack and following the crowd. It was probably..."

"Xu Shizheng." Another patrol officer said, "We change shifts at the end of Xu Shi, so I keep track of the time."

Teng Chong asked: "Brother Ye, Pi Liu died in Xu Shichu, and Xu Shizheng was thrown here. Does that mean that the murderer killed people nearby, and then blatantly threw them into this garbage box?"

Yes, this is also the reason why Yeats returned to the scene of discovery again. In ancient times, Xu Shi refers to [-] to [-] pm in the modern time. The beginning of Xu Shi is [-] pm, and Xu Shi is exactly [-] pm. It's nine o'clock in the evening at the end of Xu Shi.

Yeats looked at the crowd, "Perhaps, when I was examining the body, the murderer was standing outside the crowd of onlookers."

Teng Zhan suddenly remembered a case he encountered when he first met Yeats. The murderer was standing outside the crowd of onlookers. He suddenly woke up and immediately walked to Yeats' side and asked in a low voice, "What about the crowd of onlookers now?" Outside?"

His eyes instantly turned to the people watching in the streets. Yeats was a little excited. Could it be that this case was about to be solved.

Yeats shook his head, "Not here."

Teng Chong pondered.

Yang Fuquan was also wondering why the murderer was not outside the crowd of onlookers. What was the reason?

Officer Lu saw them all wondering who the murderer was. In order to clear away his suspicions, he also joined in, "The only people who can come and watch are people nearby or people passing by. It's daytime now, a kind of Maybe he has a job and doesn’t have time to watch, and secondly, he’s not from this street.”

As expected, he was a member of the front line of public security, and Officer Lu's analysis was absolutely correct.

Yang Fuquan asked Yeats, was he right?
Yeats nodded, yes.

After receiving Yeats's affirmation, Yang Fuquan's eyes shone: "Now, let's go to the surrounding shops, restaurants and other places to look for men ranging from 26 to 31."

She nods again.

Yang Fuquan took the lead and searched for the suspected murderer along the street.Teng Chong felt something was wrong and stood still.

Yeats smiled and stood waiting for him.

Official Lu looked at Teng Chong and then at Yeats, thinking about what kind of career the murderer might have.

Yang Fuquan walked for a short distance and found that no one was following him, so he turned back and said, "Brother Ye, what's wrong?" Aren't you looking for the murderer?
Seeing that everyone was standing still, Yeats smiled slightly and reminded, "Xu Shichu killed someone, and Xu Shizheng threw the person here. There was only half an hour in between. He had to kill people and remain calm at the same time. How could he be allowed to do it?" Are these things convenient and unobtrusive?"

"..." Teng Chong frowned anxiously when something popped into his head but he couldn't find it.

Yang Fuquan was so anxious that he scratched his head.

Yeats reminded again: "Do you still remember what we asked those people yesterday before we released them?"

Yang Fuquan raised his finger: "Pi Liu's friend Wei San?"

Teng Chong said: "But we have worked it out. He has been entertaining customers in front of the store. Everyone in the surrounding shops can testify."

"Then what is he selling?"

"Chicken offal, meat skewers..."

"Who will handle these things for him?"

Teng Chong's eyes widened and he suddenly thought of something, "The cook in the back?"

Yang Fuquan finally understood what he had missed, "There is a knife in the hand for processing meat!" What a handy tool.

Lu Limu seemed to have thought of something. He raised his hand and said urgently, "Those unwanted bones and debris cannot be thrown randomly and must be placed in the designated garbage wooden frame."

The patrolman who reported the crime was a little confused, "The street where Wei San is located is three streets away from here. Is it okay to take out the garbage here..."

Before he could finish his question, everyone was already striding towards the moxibustion stall.

Less than half an hour later, everyone ran to the moxibustion miscellaneous stall. They immediately went to the kitchen to find someone. A young man of eighteen or nineteen years old threw away his knife in fright, "You... what are you doing?"

When Teng Chong saw that someone was wrong, he immediately walked to the small shop and asked Wei San, "Where is your chef?"

"It's hot, so I won't do it anymore."

Such a coincidence?
"Not doing it today?"

Wei San nodded, "What happened to the resignation last night?" He felt that his senses were not good, and his legs were shaking with fear.

Yeats looked at it and remained calm.

Tengchong was an experienced head catcher and immediately asked the chef again, "Is his name really Wu Sheng?"

Wei San vaguely felt that something big was going on and was a little scared: "He...he said so himself, and an official came to investigate yesterday afternoon, and he responded in the same way."

Teng Chong said bluntly, "No, little brother Ye, maybe someone escaped."

Lu Limu immediately asked, "Do you want us to cooperate?"

Teng Chong looked at Yeats.

Yeats said briefly and forcefully: "Yes."

The group of people immediately found the place where they registered during the investigation. It was a small alley for renters. The whole narrow alley was full of renters, from all walks of life. There were all kinds of people. There was someone living in the place called Wu Shengzhu.

"I...I just rented a house today, you...what are you doing?"

"Where was the last tenant?"

"I... How would I know?"

Teng Chong asked, "This guy knew he was exposed and ran away."

Yeats asked Yang Fuhe to take out the portrait and asked the neighbors, "Does the person who rents this house look like this?" (End of Chapter)