A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 8 008 case series (2)

Yeats smiled brightly at him, his eyes were bright, clear, sparkling and extremely delicate.

In the crowd, he was as thin and weak as him, but stood out effortlessly with his beauty. Pei Jingning's face was indifferent, his eyes narrowed, his eyes cold and arrogant, and he was indescribably handsome and noble.

The beauty is proud.Yeats averted his gaze.

After asking all over the alley, but did not find any valuable clues, Teng Chong took advantage of Lord Lu to order the Yamen to carry the dead, and attached himself to Yeats, "Could it be that this woman killed all these people?"

Yeats asserted: "These men were not murdered by women."

Pei Jingning was standing not far from her. Even though the volume of their voices was low, the ears of martial arts practitioners could still hear them. Their eyes looked straight into Yeats's.

Yeats did not evade: "The woman's hand has never touched a kitchen knife."

Pei Jingning's eyes shifted to the weeping woman who was detained by the Yacha, and looked at her delicate hands that were stretched because of clutching the man's sleeves. The strength of this stretching could only crush two ants to death.

"So sure?"

Yeats nodded, "My lord, the murderer has already left the crime scene."

The existing evidence and traces at the crime scene, as well as the criminal traces left by the murderer, are not enough for Yeats to figure out the profile.

Pei Jingning raised his eyebrows slightly.

Bai Lang drew his knife, "Dali Temple handles the case, wait..." before he reached Yeats with the knife.

Pei Jingning signaled Yeats to come to him.

Teng Chong became nervous, "Ye Xiao..."

Yeats has been waiting for an opportunity to pick up his old business, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly. He was not without hesitation in his heart, but when the opportunity came, he would not let it go.

Pressing Teng Chong's arm to protect him, he smiled slightly and signaled him not to worry.

She walked in front of Pei Jingning, "Young man Yeats has met your lord."

Bai Lang wanted to scold him, but he didn't know what to say, so he let him get on with his master.

Pei Jingning looked up at the sky, and his voice was light and clear: "Do you have any opinion on this case?"

"This...a little hobby." Yeats said modestly.

Pei Jingning looked at her, "Did you participate in the medical case?"

Upon hearing this, Teng Chong was so frightened that his legs gave way, and he knelt down in front of Pei Shaoqing, "My lord, my little one..." He dared not say that he was guilty in public.

Pei Shaoqing's icy eyebrows were murderous, and Yeats cupped his hands to his brows, "My lord, I'm not talented. If you want to go to Dali Temple to do things for the people and avenge the dead, please give me a chance."

After finishing speaking, he knelt down on one knee like in the film and television drama.

There was a sudden silence inside and outside the Tao's courtyard.

The people on the third and outer floors all looked at the Shaoqing of Dali Temple at the highest point of the courtyard. Can they still find a way out for themselves in this way these days?
Dali Temple, it's not like some teahouses and restaurants say that you can just find a waiter to run around. Even if the waiter is in the shop, you need to be introduced by someone, or a relative or friend.

The air seemed to be still, and Yeats suddenly didn't dare to vent her anger, especially when she saw Pei Shaoqing frowned, and her raised heart quietly fell, she knew that there was no equal opportunity here than anyone in modern times.

Just when she was about to get up, the man said, "Boot Teng—"

"My lord, the little one is—" Teng Butou was so frightened that his voice trembled, and he privately disclosed the case to someone who was not related to him, and he was still a commoner. If he was charged with this crime, his future would be over.

"She is running this case with you. If there is a result within six days, she will join Dali Temple."

"Wow……"

"God..."

……

The onlookers exclaimed one after another, and they couldn't help sighing, "Is this Mr. Pei? Sure enough, he is young and promising, and he uses talents in an eclectic manner. It is the blessing of the people of our Great Wei Dynasty..."

……

Yeats couldn't help flattering, and leaned over to Pei Meiren...ah no, in front of Mr. Pei, he bowed his hands, looking like a villain, "Thank you, my lord, I will do my best to help Teng Butou catch the murderer."

He knew that this guy was not in the right mind, he didn't expect to strike so quickly, but... he succeeded, Bai Lang was so angry.

"Don't worry, if you can't solve the case, you'll be the one to watch."

Yeats smiled submissively, "Your Excellency reminded you rightly, Xiaomin will take action immediately, and the case will definitely be solved within six days."

"Big words." Bai Lang's expression was not good, he always felt that Yeats seemed to be some rotten pig and toad who made his fairy-like eldest son, so he couldn't get angry at all.

Many years later, Bai Lang silently praised his intuition - I'm really a fucking talent, why did I smell something different!At this time, Yeats was a real man!
Evil door!

The deceased was cleared to Yizhuang, and the crime scene came to an end.

Before leaving, Pei Jingning asked: "I saw the scene, and the dead were also investigated. Do you have any clues?"

Just half an hour ago, this guy was like a seasoned Si Cheng. He had surveyed the scene all over, and it seemed that there were two brushes.

"I need to sort out the social relationship of the deceased in this case."

Yeats's innocent little face was reflected in Pei Jingning's eyes, calm and composed, not panicked at all.

Pei Jingning raised his feet and put his hands behind his back, "Bai Lang—"

"My lord, my little one is—"

"Investigate all social relations of the silversmith's family."

"Yes, my lord."

"Catcher Hu—"

"grown ups--"

"Find out the whereabouts of all the stolen property of the Tao family, without any omissions."

"Yes, my lord."

"Lu Sizhi, clean up the scene of the crime and bring all related people and things back to Dali Temple."

"Yes, my lord."

The woman was arrested and taken into custody.

The woman screamed, "I have no one to kill, I can't kill my aunt's family."

Just as the arrester was about to do some routine work, Yeats smiled gently and said, "Madam, what's your name?"

"The woman's surname is An—"

"Mrs. An, don't worry, as long as you didn't kill anyone, Dali Temple will definitely give you justice, but before you have any conclusive evidence, you have to go to Dali Temple with us."

"I didn't kill anyone... I didn't... I just came to see my aunt... How could I kill my aunt..." Hearing that she was about to enter Dali Temple, An Lingniang was so frightened that she almost lost her wits and screamed.

Four police officers dragged her out of the yard, and the young men rushed to snatch her back. The scene was chaotic.

Yeats persuaded: "Young master, as long as your wife didn't kill someone, entering Dali Temple is a process."

The young man was terrified and trembling all over. How could he believe such words? Dali Temple, even innocent ordinary people would have to peel off their skins to get out. How could his weak lady stand it, and burst into tears instantly.

Yeats nodded.

She was gentle and convincing to Wuming. The young man wiped away his tears, cheered up and said to his wife: "Miss... I believe in you, you must be fine."

The husband believed it, and the woman stopped making trouble with the headhunter and went to Dali Temple.

Of course Pei Jingning heard Ye Zhi's assertion that An Lingniang was not the murderer, the corners of his lips curled up, and he strode away from Jingshui Lane.

During this period, Dali Temple took a multi-pronged approach, and quickly sorted out the various relationships of the pottery and silversmith's family, including relatives, friends, neighbors, etc.

Three generations of Tao silversmiths have run the silversmith shop, and their craftsmanship is good, but the old man Tao knows that his son is honest and honest, and he is not suitable for business, so he specially married An Chunniang, the daughter of the mat shop at the end of the street.

(End of this chapter)