A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Yeats' heart moved: "Your aunt said it, or did you see it when you went to play?"

"My aunt said so."

"Ten days ago?"

The older child thought for a while and nodded, "Yes."

Yeats hurriedly asked, "Where is your aunt's house?"

It was a sunny day after the snow, the sun was shining, and part of the snow had been melted, and the northwest wind was blowing, and the melted snow on the ground froze quickly, making it slippery and cold to walk on.

Ye's small group went to that alley to inquire about the stinky gambler's whereabouts. The people in Sashui Alley didn't know where this person came from. At the end of September, he stayed at the Datongpu Hotel in the alley for half a month. During the period, he copied Hanging around in the alley with sleeves on, not very fond of chatting with others, often squatting at the entrance of the alley to watch people gamble, winning and losing, drinking and eating meat when they win, and buying two buns from the Sun’s bun shop when they lose. Take the buns and enter the Datongpu Hotel.

"I can lie on the Datongbu and sleep for two days without eating or drinking." Yeats found the Datongpu Hotel.

"Does he often go to Sun's bun shop?"

The proprietress thought for a while, "Fifteen days, most of the meals are bought buns..." Speaking of this, the proprietress was full of emotion, "How come the young couple of the Sun family... were killed by both of them, This young couple has a good personality, and they will give them steamed buns when they meet beggars, it's true that good people don't live long..."

The proprietress's mouth was like an open gate, talking non-stop, all about the young couple.

That's right, the shop where the young couple were murdered opened in Sprinkle Alley.

Just as Yeats speculated, the victim and the murderer had some intersections, and the murderer who could clean up the scene after committing the crime could not have committed the crime with passion and randomness, and he must have stepped on it beforehand.

What kind of person to find to step on the spot, and after stepping on the spot, it will be inconvenient for the murderer to consider, otherwise, he will not use any brains, and he will be arrested as early as the first crime.

But judging from the scars on the victim's body, he had long been familiar with this procedure, and the murderer was a veteran, so Yeats concluded that the murderer and the young couple of the victim must have some kind of intersection.

Didn't expect it to be this way.

"That smelly gambler left on the morning of October [-]th?"

The proprietress nodded affirmatively, "Yeah."

"Have you heard him say where he is going?"

The proprietress shook her head, "As I said just now, this person doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't like to talk to people. No one knows where he went."

Yeats cupped his hands, "Thank you, sister-in-law, if you think of anything again, please go to the house of the young couple of the Sun family. There are guards there, and you can tell them, it's troublesome."

"Oh, Mr. Guan is too polite...too polite..." The proprietress looked embarrassed.

Walking out of Sprinkling Alley, Teng Chong asked, "The stinky gambler left the day before the young couple was killed. Could it be him?"

Yeats turned around and looked at Sprinkler Alley behind him, "The murderer's body odor should be body odor. This may be the reason why his marriage was not going well, so years of resentment and mental imbalance made him embark on the road of murder and crime."

Yang Fuquan exclaimed: "Sister Ye, what do you mean, he will kill newlyweds in the future?"

Yeats nodded: "If I'm not wrong, he only kills newlyweds, especially those who appear in front of him and seem to have a good relationship. He will find an opportunity to kill them."

"God..." Zhang Jin exclaimed, "Then how can we catch him, otherwise wouldn't we have to kill more people?"

Yeats looked up at the sky, "Twelve days have passed since the incident happened today, and there was a heavy snowfall two days ago. If counting by ten days, where would he be at this moment?"

In the private room on the top floor of the first floor of the Yangtze River, the most luxurious restaurant in Yangzhou City, two young masters chatted around the fire.

"Do you think Pei Ziqian dares to come tomorrow night?" Zhao Wei was dressed in a sapphire blue brocade dress, and the gold thread in the satin shone under the light, which was extremely luxurious.

Opposite him sat a young gentleman, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, with a mutton fat jade crown on his hairpin, his gloomy eyes seemed to be out of focus, as if he was thinking about something, surrounded by a cold breath.

Hearing the question, it took him a long time to raise his eyelids, "He better not come!"

Zhao Wei didn't expect him to answer like this, and frowned: "Why?"

The young master snorted coldly, "Dare to go to your poisoned dolphin banquet, what do you think?"

"You mean, if Qingxi Bieyuan dares to gamble again, he will still catch it?"

The young prince asked back: "Do you think he will let it go?"

Zhao Wei didn't think: "Shouldn't he be thinking about how to deal with Lu Zhijin now? Does he really have time to make trouble with my Qingxi other courtyard?"

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, he picked up the tea in his hand, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, with a snap, the cup fell on the table, he got up, picked up the cloak and put it on.

"What are you going to do?"

"You don't really think I'm here waiting to see his joke?"

"Is not it?"

The young son shook his head, "My lord didn't ask me to come to Yangzhou to visit the mountains and rivers." After speaking, he strode out of the private room.

Zhao Wei frowned even deeper, this guy really thinks of himself as a character?

The aides approached the King of Pingyang, "Your Majesty, Mr. Yu's posture is too big, I don't even think of you!"

Zhao Wei looked at the swinging door bead curtain and squinted his eyes: "The posture is a bit big, but who made him so popular!"

The northwest wind can really freeze a person to death. When Yeats returned to the post station, her face and hands were almost frozen, but she didn't have the time to pay attention to it.

"grown ups--"

As soon as you enter the room, the charcoal fire is booming, and it is as warm as spring. Inside and outside the room, there are two worlds!

Pei Jingning was reviewing official documents when a gust of cold wind hit his face.

"How about the couple case?"

Yeats smiled embarrassedly, "My lord, you...you know..."

Under his nose, he actually thought he didn't know.

"Don't pay attention to the one surnamed Zhao."

Yeats walked to the charcoal stove and put his hands on the side to dry it. It was really warm!

"My lord, I didn't accidentally follow his way, but it's a case about ordinary people, so I couldn't help but accept it."

Pei Jingning seemed to sigh, "There are so many ordinary people in the world, can you care about them?"

"Isn't this a coincidence?"

To uphold justice for ordinary people, whether it is in the past or the present, is Yeats' original intention.

Pei Jingning also walked to the stove, "What do I need to do?"

"Your Excellency doesn't need to do anything." Yeats smiled brightly, "Let me tell you, wait a minute, Teng Butou and I will ride out of Yangzhou City on horseback."

"Now?" It was getting dark, Pei Jingning didn't agree, "No."

"My lord, the murderer must have fled south. It's been ten days. I'm afraid he will commit another crime, so I'm going to catch up with him on horseback."

He reached out and pressed Yeats' hand, "After tomorrow night, I will accompany you to chase after tomorrow."