A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 46 Chapter 046
There was no DNA in the Great Wei Dynasty, so collecting bloodstains was meaningless, so Yeats collected all the footprints on the ground, as well as all the fingerprints, clothes scraps, etc. that could be found at the scene, and as long as she thought it was useful, she collected them in a cowhide bag.

After investigating for a whole afternoon, I finally called it a day.

Yeats said: "I have to eliminate the fingerprints and footprints of the relevant personnel who handle the case first, and the rest belong to the murderer. So now I have nothing to say to the eldest son. Please wait patiently for a while."

"Jiang understands."

Clearly looking disappointed and incomprehensible, Yeats pretended not to see that she was not a god. Even if she speculated, it was based on sufficient evidence.

Teng Chong also thought that Yeats would tell the signs of the murderer after investigating for an afternoon, but he didn't say a word, and smiled awkwardly as if he had done something wrong, "Bo Tao..."

Jiang Botao stretched out his hand to stop him: "I believe in Master Ye."

Yang Fuquan took the big cowhide bag from Yeats' hands, and she smiled calmly, "Thank you for your understanding, my son. Don't worry, I will take this case to heart and try my best to solve it."

It is to try to solve it, not as soon as possible. As the eldest son of the uncle's house, Jiang Botao can hear clearly, and the smile on his face is not broken, so he thinks highly of Yeats.

No matter whether Yeats is really patient or falsely agrees, since she agrees, she will try her best to solve the case as soon as possible.

After leaving the other courtyard, the sun is setting, the sky is full of sunset clouds, and the distant mountains and trees are close, just like a beautiful painting.

Before everyone could appreciate it, they were attracted by the low-key and luxurious carriage on the side of the road.

Teng Chong blurted out, "Why is Mr. Pei's carriage here?" He couldn't help but look around, "Could it be that the consort's mansion also has a separate courtyard here?"

Jiang Botao's eyes deepened, no matter it is Fuma Mansion or Pei Jingning himself, there is no other house here, what is the identity of his cousin Tang Wenxin, what is the identity of Pei Jingning, it is impossible for them to be together in another house.

When Bai Lang saw Yeats, his eyes almost turned to the sky. What kind of onion is this fellow, but he actually asked his grandfather to pick him up in person. I really don't know what enchantment this fellow gave his grandfather.

Sly

Male fox!
The inner drama was so full that it didn't affect Bai Lang's superficial performance at all. With a three-point smile on his face, he walked towards Yeats at a pace that made people not feel neglected.

"Lord Ye, there is a murder case in the east of the city, my father is waiting in the car."

What kind of case would allow Shaoqing of Dali Temple to pick him up in person?Not only Teng Chong and others were puzzled, but even Yeats was puzzled. Could it be that the case was so big that it alarmed the higher authorities?

Pressing his doubts, Yeats looked around.

Jiang Botao was a fine person, and immediately said, "Zicong and them take my carriage."

"Thank you, my son." The elder brother was present, and it was not Yeats' turn to be polite, so she quickly climbed into Pei Jingning's carriage.

In the evening wind, the exposed arrogance curtain fell instantly, blocking the probing eyes of everyone outside.

"My lord—" Yeats saluted as he got into the car.

"sit down."

"Thank you sir."

Yeats sat down by the side of the door sticker.

Anyone who has been in a car knows that the more you sit back, the more unstable your center of gravity will be, and you will be easily bumped.

As soon as the carriage moved, Yeats secretly grabbed the edge of the stool to keep his body balanced.

Sitting in the same car with a boss-level boss, walking with pressure and embarrassment, Yeats tried his best to think about the front tooth case investigated in the afternoon. Why did the murderer knock off Tang Wenxin's front tooth?

Is it the same person as the previous four outstanding front teeth cases?Yeats had learned that the dead who had their front teeth knocked out were almost all natives of the capital.

Could it be that the murderer is a chivalrous knight?Just because of his habit of knocking out two front teeth, Yeats really thinks that he can reason in this way, but judging from the tragedy of the deceased, the murderer seems to have a grudge against the deceased, and even if there is no grudge, he still has a deep sense of venting his anger.

The murderer has a grudge against so many people?Could it be the same murderer?

If it wasn't the same murderer, the first murderer knocked out the two front teeth of the deceased after the murder, and the Dali Temple did not find the murderer.
Bah, bah... what do you think?Yeats quickly stopped himself from reasoning infinitely.

Pei Jingning closed his eyes and meditated. When he heard the voice, he opened his eyes. A pair of beautiful phoenix eyes looked at him. It was obviously a very oppressive and aggressive heroic appearance. When he came, he let go of his sharpness and coolness first, and the remaining nobleness melted into softness in the corners of his slightly raised mouth.

Eyes meet.

Yeats said in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I woke up your lord." Sometimes when I think about things, I will unconsciously make some small movements. It doesn't matter when I'm alone. It's really bad to have an immediate boss.

It's just... embarrassing.

Pei Jingning lowered his eyes.

Yeats cleared his throat almost inaudibly, and couldn't help looking over again.

He sat leaning against the wall of the room, crossed his legs and sat casually, his slender knuckles like jade rested on the high-quality leg-covering robe, and lightly tapped the legs.

From Yeats' point of view, his eyes are slightly closed, his eyelashes are long and dense, casting faint shadows under his eyelids, his eyebrows are long like swords, his lips are thin and thin, and his profile looks quiet and gentle.

People really can't get close.

Suddenly, Pei Jingning raised his eyes.

Yeats looked away in a panic.

The corners of Pei Jingning's mouth twitched. Just as he was about to talk about the case in the east of the city, something happened to the wheels of the carriage, and it suddenly bumped. Yeats was thrown by the inertia, and he was thrown behind the carriage.

Bang!
A groan!
The driver hurriedly confessed, "The big... man... didn't avoid the stones in the middle of the road, the small one..."

"Shut up." A short drink.

Bai Lang and the others heard their master's displeasure, and they stretched out their hands to take care of the master as usual.

"do not move."

The hand outstretched to Jiaolian stopped, and Bai Lang blinked at another guard, Mo Song: "Master, what's wrong?"
In the carriage, Mr. Ye, who was thrown to the end of the carriage, was lying on the boss's legs. This is not the point. The point is that after the 17-year-old girl came to the capital, the food was pretty good in all aspects, and the delayed development was growing rapidly. Although there was a wrapping cloth, Yeats couldn't guarantee that the guy opposite would notice it after such a close contact.

She hurriedly clutched her terribly painful stomach and retreated to the door of the carriage, "Yes... I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to..."

Pei Jingning knew that Yeats' stomach had hit his calf, probably not clearly, and his forehead was sweating.

"Bai Lang..."

Only now did the white guard dare to reveal his arrogance, "My lord..." found Ye Pingshi clutching his stomach.

"Go to Nancheng..."

My Lord has another hospital in Nancheng, the most important thing is that there are people from the Imperial Hospital next door to the other hospital. This is my Lord...

"The case in the east of the city..."

"It's getting dark, what to check, let people block the scene, and go tomorrow."

"Yes, Lord." The master said what he said.

Yeats hurriedly stopped her, "My lord, it's enough for me to slow down, just slow down." Saying this, she found that her stomach not only didn't slow down, but also showed signs of getting more and more painful.

No way, the collision was so unfortunate that it touched the internal organs?

(End of this chapter)