A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 45 Sacrifice Case (1)

"What...why am I doing this?" Teng Chong was puzzled. Buddhism was prevalent in the Great Wei Dynasty, and even the emperor was a believer. Especially the late emperor was so obsessed with being with the Buddha every day that he even ignored the government. He, an ordinary bastard from the uncle's house, was not qualified to speak.

Yeats shook his head and stepped out of the official room.

Teng Chong followed up, "Brother Ye, do you mean that the backstage surnamed Yu is an eminent monk, and even the Yang and Feng families dare not offend?"

The eminent monk had a detached status in the Wei Dynasty, and ordinary people would not dare to offend him. The largest temple in the Wei Dynasty was called Mingguang Temple, and the eminent monk who had the deepest enlightenment—Master Zhiguang, even the emperor gave him three points of courtesy.

"I did not say anything."

"Tch!" Teng Chong said disdainfully, "Isn't it the Mingguang Temple..." He suddenly covered his mouth and stuck it to Yeats' side, "You mean that Mingguang Temple not only collects paintings surnamed Yu, they..."

What is between them is unknown as Teng Chong: "You know?"

Yeats spread his hands, "I don't know anything."

"Impossible?" Teng Chong immediately retorted.

Yeats rolled his eyes.

"Ah, you really don't know!" Then why did you stop after checking this, is there a fairy reminding you?

The abnormal actions of Yang Guogong, Pei Shaoqing and others made Yeats smell something, and the monk who failed to catch Dali Temple was like a layer of mystery that could not be lifted, silently stopping Yeats.

Buddhism was prevalent in the Wei Dynasty, and the limelight was so huge that it overwhelmed the court. This is not a good sign. Yeats remembered the silversmith case not long ago. Where did the missing 5 taels of silver go?Did Pei Shaoqing find it?

After the process of the ghost marriage case was completed, Yu Qingzhi was transferred to Dali Temple. On that day, Ye Zhi and the others happened to meet.

In July, the heat was unbearable.

The eyes of the two met in the summer heat.

'Young Master Zhuoshijia' was dressed in white and turned into a crumpled pickled rag, but his figure was not slumped, his complexion was undefeated, and his arrogance towards Yeats remained undiminished.

When passing by, he said with a provocative smile: "Master Ye, there will be a period later!"

Deliberately lifted the shackles and cupped his hands, with a calm and breezy appearance.

Teng rushed to beat him angrily, but Yeats stopped him.

Brightly trying to provoke her, a scumbag who used women to kill him, Yeats looked coldly, watching his escort car disappear from sight with a blank expression.

"Even my childhood sweetheart's cousin, she's a fucking beast." Teng was furious, and cursed at the escort who was walking away.

So what if he was called a beast, and he couldn't be brought to justice, Yeats felt aggrieved and his chest hurt.

Seeing that the Hungry Ghost Festival is approaching on July [-]th, every household has started to purchase sacrificial supplies.

The Ye family not only prepared all kinds of wine and fruits, but also bought river lanterns, "When the time comes, let Sanlang lead you to Lianghe to light the lanterns."

Ye Lan and Ye Yu, two concubine daughters, have eaten well since they came to the capital, and they are dressed cleanly. What they see has become white and delicate. Especially the 15-year-old Ye Lan, who has developed a cheerful and neat spirit because of setting up a stall for business, looks like a different person from when she was in her hometown.

The 12-year-old Ye Yu used to eat poorly and was not warm enough to wear. She was dark, thin and small, a typical appearance of being abused without a mother. After arriving in the capital, Ye Zhi enlightened the Ye He family. Because her son had money in his hands, the Ye He family had a lot of open-mindedness.

The little concubine Ye Jiangshi and Su Liuyun prepared the ingots for the Ghost Festival together, sitting in the windy place of the corridor while folding and chatting in the shade, their hometown, the capital city, and whatever came to their minds.

The Ye family's wives, concubines and concubines live together in peace and harmony.

Yeats failed to enjoy this peace, and Jiang Botao, the heir of Changyu Marquis, finally invited her. For Teng Chong's sake, she had to go.

Before entering the scene of the crime, Yeats stated in advance: "Jiang Shizi, this case happened last winter. It has been more than half a year since now, and many traces have faded or even disappeared. I cannot guarantee that the murderer will be found."

"That's natural... that's natural..." Not only was Jiang Botao not annoyed, he even acted like 'I know you're humble', you don't have to be humble, I believe in you.

Yeats just...had a headache.

No matter what he said, he wouldn't listen to it, he was just sure that she could find the murderer, that's all, there is no perfect crime in the world, only undiscovered clues, so look for it with all your heart!
Because of Teng Chong's relationship, Yeats had a general understanding of the case of Jiang Shizi's cousin, Tang Wenxin.

The ancestors of the Tang family used to be the emperor's mentor to the emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty. They were once very prosperous, but they accompanied the emperor like a tiger. The emperor's teacher didn't know what words made the emperor unhappy and was demoted. Although the foundation was not shaken, the Tang family fell out of the center of power.

Tang Wenxin's grandfather was only a doctor of the Imperial College, but he taught many students, many of whom were from the family of Guixun. Because of the great morality of the teacher, his mediocre son was promoted by the students who needed him to be the head of the sixth grade in the Ministry of Rites.

Tang Wenxin relied on her aunt to marry into the Chengbo Mansion and became the wife of the Bo Mansion. In order to satisfy the luxurious life of the bustling capital, no matter whether it is the name of his grandfather, his father, or his uncle, as long as it can be used, he will do anything.

This is a case of revenge?

The murder happened in another courtyard, which has not been inhabited since last winter.

"No one has touched it, right?" Yeats looked at the dusty room, stepped lightly on his feet, squatted down from time to time, and reached out to wipe the dust on the ground, revealing the solidified and discolored blood.

Jiang Botao nodded: "Yes."

"The scene is well maintained." Yeats looked at the fallen table and stool, speculating in his mind the trajectory of the murderer sneaking into the room and killing people, "Did you find the murder weapon at that time?"

Jiang Botao shook his head, "No, but for the record, my cousin died with a long-bladed weapon, probably a sword or a waist knife."

Yeats looked at Jiang and Teng in surprise. Even a modern person like her knew that a sword and a waist knife were two weapons.

"The wound is special?"

"Wu Zuo said the cut surface of the wound is bad."

Whether it's hatred or confusion, if it's the former, it's probably a vendetta; if it's the latter, he's a guy with strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities!
Yeats bent down and leaned over to look at half of the edge of the table. The blood was solidified. She took out a custom-made magnifying glass, and under a hundred times, the hairs of the clothes on the blood were visible.

This is a crystal stone found in a pawn shop, and he polished it into a magnifying glass. How could a qualified criminal investigator not have a handy tool?
In a certain alley in the capital, Wang San was tidying up the rainwater channel behind the courtyard wall, "I don't know what has been lost these days, it stinks to death, whoever lost the dead mouse, does it have a conscience, does it stink my house?"

While Wang San was full of resentment, he built something with an iron fence: "It's rotten, it's so big, it doesn't look like a mouse, what the hell is it?" He leaned over to look: "It's thick and rotten, it's out of joint, isn't it..."

Realizing what it was, hey, Wang San threw something and ran, screaming as he ran: "Killer...dead..."

(End of this chapter)