A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 50 050 Sacrifice Case (4) (4000 words)
The Hungry Ghost Festival passed without knowing it, and the little lady near the capital was safe and sound.

Yeats looked at the farthest one, "Perhaps, the deceased is Miss Dong who went to find her sister in the south of the city..."

Teng Chong said, "I think so."

Yeats smiled: "Why?"

He said: "If I were a murderer and I didn't want people to find out that I had killed someone, I would keep people away so that people would not be able to find out, at least in the last one or two months. By the time someone finds out, it will be so long and it will be difficult to find out."

Yeats nodded, "The murderer is very cunning."

In fact, from the very beginning, she suspected that the one who was killed might be the one who went the farthest, but human life is always a big deal, and it needs to be checked one by one. Now that everyone has checked and everything is fine, she is the only one left.

"As long as the identity of the deceased can be confirmed, the social relationship of the deceased can be found, then we are close to the murderer!"

Teng Chong agreed: "Maybe the murderer will show his face."

"It's just that Lingnan is too far away." It took time, Yeats turned his head: "Uncle Qin, how is your investigation?"

Qin Dachuan was usually taciturn, and he only spoke when he was asked: "In the east and south of the city, I have inquired about those who have big or small grudges. If there are a few who are suitable for venting hatred, I will wait for Ye Pingshi to take a look."

"All right!"

Ye's small group set off and got to know a few households in one afternoon. There were fights between neighbors, hatred between men because of money and sex, and some who were tricked by immortals and vowed to take revenge. These were all related to women.

One of them was to find out that the family near the body, surnamed Ba, was tall and tall, in his twenties, was idle, and usually made a living by helping people fight and collecting protection fees, which was very hated.

"I often go whoring for free in dark brothels, and I was beaten out, and threatened to kill the young lady..." The neighbor's lady was full of anger, "It's like being a lord if you sleep in vain with your co-author. You pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. There is such a thing as free food in the world. Do you think this is the case, Mr. Guan?"

"Ma'am said so."

The little lady Dong that Qin Dachuan inquired about was also a prostitute. The capital was big, it was not easy to live, she lived at the bottom, she had no parents, and it was so easy to make a living under the hands of her eldest brother and sister-in-law. She was forced by her sister-in-law to become a prostitute when she was [-] or [-] years old, subsidizing the life of her elder brother and his family with the flesh and blood business.

As if remembering something, the aunt curled her lips, "Later, he hooked up with that little whore named Dong in the alley ahead, and worked as a thug for that little whore for free. The little whore's business is much better than before."

"I heard that Mrs. Dong went to Lingnan to find her sister, didn't she?"

The woman nodded again and again, "I don't know if Miss Dong can't stand her sister-in-law, or if her own sister has a conscience and takes her to live a good life, but I heard that Lingnan is an uncivilized land, so what a good life..."

Even the aunt feels that it is unreliable to go to Lingnan, doesn't Mrs. Dong know?
Yeats smiled: "Five or six days ago, was there anything unusual about the surname Ba?"

The lady in the neighborhood thought for a moment: "From what you said, it seems true." She suddenly tiptoed to Yeats's ear, "Let me tell you, my lord, on the morning of the tenth day of the seventh lunar month, I got up early to buy breakfast for my grandson, and found Baba coming back from the outside all dirty.

"How big?"

"It's so big..." The aunt thought about it wrong, and gestured with her hands, "It must be so big... It's bulging and round..."

Round?Is it the head?

Yeats winked at Teng Chong.

Teng Chong understood and led people into Ba's house.

The Ba family is not native to the capital city, they are the second generation to immigrate to the capital city, the old Ba couple of the first generation died of illness a few years ago due to the hardships of life, there is only a single man surnamed Ba left in the small yard, his married sister never comes back to visit his generous brother, and does not clean up for him, leaving him to fend for himself.

When Teng Chong lifted him from the bed like a dead pig, he yelled, "I recruit... I recruit..."

It shocked Yeats and the others.

No way, so fast and so easy?
After a while, they knew that this was an oolong, and the bulging and round head was actually a pig's head.

"I know it's wrong to steal a pig's head, but the Ghost Festival is coming soon, I have to prepare sacrifices to pay homage to my parents, don't you think so?"

Teng Chong didn't believe it.

Baba immediately pulled out the pork bones that had been eaten up after offering sacrifices.

"Who stole it?" Yeats squatted on the ground, took out a magnifying glass to check the broken bones on the ground, it was indeed a pig's head.

Yeats got up and looked at the dirty and smelly Bajia.

Baba's eyes twinkled and he refused to speak.

Teng Chong's tone became violent, "Dali Temple hasn't found a pig's head yet?"

He has been a headhunter for a long time, and he has met all kinds of people. How to deal with these unscrupulous guys? His eyes are clear, he raises the handle of the knife and presses his head.

Ye Zhi looked at Qin Dachuan.

He said, "It's the one where Detective Zhang quickly bought the clear spring water."

Oh!
Yeats passed by, the grocery store sold everything, it was not surprising that there was a pig's head, plus it was going to be the Ghost Festival, so there was no problem.

Teng Chong asked: "Get to know Mrs. Dong!"

Ba Ba was not stupid either, he was stunned for a moment and realized, "Do you suspect that the limbs belong to Dong?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, just say do you know Mrs. Dong?"

"My lord, the young one knows Mrs. Dong, but the young one dares to kill if he messes around again!" Babababababababababababababababababababababala cleared the suspicion for himself.

"Then you don't worry about letting your friend go to a place as far away as Lingnan?" Yeats said while reaching out to pick up the dirty clothes piled up by the wall, the dirty ones still had the original cloth eyes.

"Dong insists on leaving her sister-in-law who killed a thousand swords, what can I do?"

"Her sister-in-law..." Yeats turned to look at Ba.

Baba said without anger: "That's right. She has made a lot of money in business recently, but her sister-in-law took all the money to marry her son, and she didn't lose a single son. Dong Shi hated it. He just received a letter from Lingnan sister, so he secretly went to find her sister."

Yeats heard the key word: "Secretly?"

"Hmph!" Baba said angrily, "She is the cash cow of my sister-in-law, and her sister-in-law takes her very seriously."

Yeats stood directly in front of him, "Is it your fault that Mrs. Dong sneaked away?" She often handles cases, and she has a righteousness in her body, and her righteousness is full of power, which immediately frightens Xiaoxiao's generation.

Ba Ba's eyes flickered again.

Teng Chong shouted, "If you don't talk about it, I will arrest you and send you to prison."

A person like Ba Ba is just a jerk, but after such a battle, he was so scared that he opened his mouth and got away with it: "My lord, the small one is wronged, the small one has a good conscience, and I couldn't help but help..."

Yeats smiled lightly: "Tell me, how much money did Mrs. Dong give you to help her escape?"

"How could..." Baba, who wanted to quibble, suffered from Teng Butou's hanging, and this guy only remembered the pain, "I said... I said... gave me two taels of silver."

Two taels of silver?With the production and purchasing power of the Great Wei Dynasty, it was enough for the poor to live in peace for half a year.

How could Mrs. Dong's sister-in-law, such a shrewd searcher, allow her to hide so much money? Where did the money come from?

How did Ba Ba come back, "My lord, the conscience of heaven and earth, the little one really doesn't know!"

Teng Chong wanted to beat him, but Ye Zhi stopped him, "Brother Teng..." He let him go.

Before leaving, Yeats told him: "If you think of anything, come to Dali Temple to find me."

"If you don't report something, you will be arrested and sent to prison." Teng Chong is very good at making up the knife.

Ye's small group left the Ba family.

Teng Chong said, "Brother Ye, I think the one who died is Miss Dong."

Yeats's guess was pretty much the same, but the limbs were so blistered that even if the Dong family came to claim it, the Dong family might not be able to recognize it.

"What should I do?"

Yeats sighed: "It would be great if I could find the clothes worn by Mrs. Dong when she was alive."

Teng Chong gritted his teeth: "I have searched the rainwater channel several times, and there is no clothes."

Productivity was low in the Great Wei Dynasty. For the poor, clothes were important property, so if ordinary people lost clothes or something, they searched carefully, which is why there were not many sundries in the rainwater channel.

Still the same sentence: there is no perfect crime, only unfound evidence.

Do it!

Back at Dali Temple, Bai Lang brought good news, "It's confirmed. From Beijing to Lingnan, no one has seen Miss Dong. I even confirmed with the guards of the city that Miss Dong has never left the capital."

It was reaffirmed that the person with the limbs was Miss Dong.

Teng Chong said, "I will use the case-handling order to investigate the people Miss Dong had contacted one by one."

"Hard."

"What's the matter." A well-directed investigation is better than a headless chicken. Teng Chong didn't feel that at all, and rushed to investigate the case with a group of men.

Qin Dachuan wanted to follow, but was held back by Yeats.

"Uncle Qin, most of Teng's Detectives are prostitutes, you..." Yeats thought for a while, a little lady who has been oppressed for a long time is still watched by her sister-in-law, so who will she confide in her sufferings?
Temples were prevalent in the Great Wei Dynasty. Will you go to temples?In the previous few cases, monks were involved, or there were shadows of temples, so what about this time?
Qin Dachuan led the mission and left.

Yang Fuquan jumped over, "What about me?" His hands were itchy, and he really wanted to find a place to fight.

Yeats laughed, "I always feel that this case is strange, and I have to sort it out."

"Are you going to the archives?"

She has gone through the ten unsolved cases several times.

"No, let's go for a walk."

"I will accompany Master Ye!"

Zhao Bai appeared at the door of the official room like a ghost, which made Yeats jump.

"Master Zhao..." She was helpless.

The last time they rented a carriage and ate and drank together, the two of them were considered friends.

"It's okay anyway." He spread his hands, looking like a wealthy and idle person.

"..." Just follow, maybe a sentence from the native can inspire her to speculate.

On July day, go out and hang out, and don't do anything to ghosts.

However, Zhao Bai's carriage was covered with ice, and it was extremely cool to sit on it.

Yeats said with emotion: "Master Zhao, why do I feel that you are keen on delivering ice!"

"Is that touching?"

Zhao Bo opened his folding fan with a snap, looking as chic as jade.The sickness on his face was gone, he was wearing a gray robe today, his whole demeanor was indifferent, and there was a faint scent of herbs on his body, which smelled good.

Zhao Baidan's eyes were dark, but his eyes were bright, and he smiled like a spring breeze.

Who doesn't like dealing with comfortable people!Yeats smiled, his eyebrows were curved, his eyes were shining, and he was extremely delicate.

"Thank you Zhao Da for your enthusiasm for sending ice!" Yeats expressed his gratitude with a serious expression on purpose.

Zhao Bai was so amused that he laughed heartily, and his whole body was bright and joyful. The two people's chatting and laughing floated to the blue sky and white clouds through the carriage.

Both Jing Zhaoyin and Dali Temple are investigating the case of limbs. People in the east and south of the city are in a panic. In summer, there are few people who come out in broad daylight.

There are also very few pedestrians in front of Mei's shop.

Mrs. Wang stood in front of the small miscellaneous shop, waving a broken cattail fan, chatting with the lady proprietress at the counter, "Has your business been affected?"

Mei smiled, "Fortunately, you have to buy what you should buy. If you don't go out during the hot day, you have to go out to buy it when it's cold in the evening."

"That's true." Mrs. Wang sighed, and turned to the case of limbs, "You said that people are so dark that they killed people like this. I don't know where the head and body are. I heard that Dali Temple has not found them yet."

The Mei family is fair and rich, like a lady in charge raised by a rich family, with a kind and shrewd look on her face, "Let's ordinary people don't talk about such things casually."

Unable to cooperate, the chat was not pleasant, Mrs. Wang curled her lips, turned her head and said something else, "You know, the little girl from the Li family had a convulsion last night, and she hasn't recovered from her busy work. I guess I will ask you to ask God in the next afternoon."

Mei's eyes were kind: "They all live in the same place. If she comes, I will definitely help."

"You... are good..." Mrs. Wang also had to admit that Mrs. Mei is a good person, "No wonder the business of the small shop is booming, it's all because of your good deeds!"

Mei smiled modestly.

This woman is more stable than their wives. Look, she doesn't flaunt such boasting, no wonder she can live such a rich life.

There was nothing to talk about, Mrs. Wang left shaking her cattail fan, and met Mei Zongbao, Mei's son, on the opposite side.

Mei Zongbao was tall and thin, wearing the Lan shirt of the Imperial College, he was decent and elegant, but his body didn't look very good, he looked a little sick, which was very distressing.

Mrs. Wang couldn't help but feel sorry for her aunt: "Zong Bao, you're back from school!"

Mei Zongbao was very polite, "Yes, Wang's mother-in-law, are you leaving?"

"Yes, it's hot, come here at night to cool off."

"Then I'll prepare a bowl of scented tea for my mother-in-law at night."

Upon hearing this, Wang Po giggled happily, "Hey, my dear Zongbao, my mother-in-law brought you sweet bean curd."

Wang Po's family makes tofu.

"Then thank you, mother-in-law."

One old and one young, stood at the door of the shop for a long time before dispersing.

Mrs. Mei stood at the counter with a smile on her face.

Yeats, Zhao Bai and the others stood at the corner of the alley, watching young people enter the house before opening their fans and coming from the corner.

Zhao Bai turned his head to look at Yeats, "I noticed that you are paying special attention to tall and thin men."

"..." Yeats' eyes were still on the small shop in front of him, and he was a little surprised when he heard Zhao Bai's words.

Zhao Bai nodded his chin towards Yang Fuquan.

Yeats smiled, "Don't tell me, the figure of that son just now is really similar to our little Quanzi."

Yang Fuquan was not happy, "Don't look at me as thin, I eat too much, and I might get beaten."

Ye and Zhao were taken aback for a moment, and in an instant, both of them burst out laughing.

(End of this chapter)