Spring is coming

Chapter 26 Death of a Thief
Bo Qingshan's doubts grew stronger.

Mo Changlin?How could it be him?Who did he mess with?

"Is this thief named Mo Changlin?"

He remained calm and poured another glass of wine for Agent Hu.

This wine is sweet and strong, and people will feel dizzy after a few drinks. Bo Qingshan drank with restraint, but several of the guards were already staggering.

Only Agent Hu still has a trace of clarity: ". He took something he shouldn't have taken, but he is dead and I want to get the things back."

After Bo Qingshantou spoke, he suppressed the surge in his heart.

With a calm expression on his face, he ordered Hang Sheng to help a few people to sober up, and then sent them out enthusiastically: "Please wake up some of the officials and elder brothers. A few of them were drunk just now. Come back to the city while it's still early in the morning, so as not to go back to the county." I blame you."

Agent Hu quickly shook his head and felt a splitting headache. He obviously didn't drink much!

"Thank you, Brother Bo. I'll leave this to you." Agent Hu quickly left with a few people without doubting that he was there.

After bidding farewell to Agent Hu, Bo Qingshan's face darkened.

Although this man had a government-engraved arrest seal and his identity seemed to be correct, his words were full of doubts.

Since we were looking for someone, but we didn't have a souvenir from the county magistrate, and we didn't know the prisoner's place of origin, we could only barely find the general area of ​​a few villages.

How do they know that a person is dead, and what kind of treasure are they still searching for after death?

I'm afraid they are not people sent by the county magistrate, and what they have lost is not a treasure, but something shameful.

Shang Bu fought with the officials. Hang Sheng glanced worriedly at Bo Qingshan, who was in deep thought. He wanted to persuade him not to interfere in matters related to officialdom, but he knew that he would not listen to what he said.

After he woke up from a serious illness, his temper changed. Although he still insisted on settling in this remote place, he began to plan and interfere in many things. He was completely different from the former privately rebellious Bo Erlang.

Hang Sheng didn't know that his father had indeed changed his core. Every suspicious thing that happened around him had to be investigated. It might be related to the cause of his death in his previous life.

"I asked you to check on the person the girl met last time. Do you have any clues?"

Hang Sheng pulled back from his thoughts and said solemnly: "There is nothing on the dead man except clothes. I have taken the portrait and asked the people in Jingzhou to check it secretly. The news should come out in the next few days. Please wait."

"Okay, go find that girl and come over. I have something to tell her."

He began to think to himself and waited for someone to come.

Mo Jingchun smelled the smell of alcohol when she entered the door, but it was not unpleasant. She walked in and called out: "Brother Bo?"

The person at the table looked up at her and smiled solemnly: "Here you come? Sit down."

Mo Jingchun felt uneasy. He had just been dealing with that group of people, and he didn't know what he wanted to tell her this time.

"I just told you that those people are looking for your parents, but I have already fooled them away."

Mo Jingchun suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him, confused: "How could that happen?"

Bo Qingshan put away the wine cup, replaced it with a pot of tea, and poured a bowl for her: "Don't be nervous, try this tea, it will calm your mind."

A tea bowl was stuffed into her hand and she reluctantly took a sip.

"They are not only looking for your parents, but they also know that they are dead."

What happened next made Mo Jingchun not sure how to react.

She held the tea bowl and frowned, as if she couldn't understand and had some doubts.Bo Qingshan sighed in his heart, it was a pity that the little girl was involved in such a thing, but he must let her know in advance and prepare in advance.

"I thought they must be hiding something important and they couldn't make it public. This led to the officials coming to the village to conduct a secret search under the guise of looking for someone. Girl Jingchun, no matter if it was stolen or not, you know everything. Tell me the truth and I can help you."

If he could protect her through these things and see her marry into a good family, he would have completed his compensation to her.

Mo Jingchun's mind was filled with confusion and confusion.

Bo Qingshan knew that she was timid, and encouraged her gently: "It's okay, think about it slowly, I won't hurt you."

Listening to this, Hang Sheng didn't know what to think: My father's protection of Mo Jingchun is really inexplicable. He made her the cook at home for no reason. Although the food is quite delicious, there are many people in Mojia Village who are quick-witted. woman
Not to mention inexplicably teaching her how to read, and inexplicably helping her hide it, tsk.
My father is a warm-hearted and cold-hearted person. There are a lot of younger brothers and sisters in the family who don’t see him getting close to each other. How can he act like a good big brother to a young kid?
Bo Qingshan's gentle comfort made Mo Jingchun calm down a little. She told some details about Mo Changlin and his wife at that time: "The wound was on the head, and the back of the head was smashed by a stone. The village doctor said that was the wound." killed them."

She couldn't help but burst into tears as she recalled the two corpses. It was cruel to ask a little girl to recall the death of her parents again.

Bo Qingshan listened quietly. Fortunately, Mo Jingchun was not just a ten-year-old girl. Her body was inhabited by a soul that had died once. She was much stronger than before.

"In addition to the head, there are some minor injuries on the body, but there is a deep wound on my father's waist, which has scabbed over. He probably hit a rock. Their bundles and shrouds were also turned over, and I can't remember the others. Cleared."

Bo Qingshan keenly grasped two key points in this sentence: "The wound on the waist has scabbed, what does it look like?"

Mo Jingchun thought about it: "It's about four fingers long, very flat, like a knife edge."

She gestured with the knife she used when cooking and showed it to Bo Qingshan.

Bo Qingshan had a suspicion in his mind, but he planned not to tell the little girl first, for fear of shocking her.

The wounds on his body were scabbed, indicating that he had been hurt some time before his death. Then I am afraid that this death was not an accident, but someone did it deliberately.

The murderer was unwilling to find anything on them. He left and returned during the mourning ceremony, and then fled in a panic when he was almost discovered. Only a few months later did he dare to come back again under the guise of continuing to investigate.

What on earth is so important?

Plus the murder that happened on the village road not long after
Bo Qingshan wanted to avoid disturbing the situation and make the Mo family panic, so he told Mo Jingchun not to tell anyone until he found out the signs.

Mo Jingchun nodded heavily, she understood.

Then she came to the kitchen.

After washing my face with cold water for a while, I finally calmed down.

She thought that Bo Qingshan must be feeling very uncomfortable in his stomach today because they had drank so much wine just now, so she decided to make some light and nourishing porridge and side dishes to relieve the hangover in the evening.

Porridge is not just white porridge, it also tastes sweet and salty.

When she saw a slaughtered chicken in the kitchen, she planned to use it to make mushroom and chicken porridge. She also planned to use the remaining chicken to make a cold shredded chicken and beef patties, and serve them with stir-fried cabbage.

In fact, Bo Qingshan drank a lot of wine and was really dizzy. He just wanted to drink some soup to warm his stomach.

A bowl of thick and hot mushroom and chicken porridge is eaten. Very finely shredded mushrooms, red dates, and chopped green vegetables are mixed in to enrich the taste. The tender chicken thigh meat is taken off the bone and cut into small cubes, so there is almost no need to chew. It's gone.

This bowl of porridge relieved his drunkenness in time.

The chicken breast is made into cold shredded chicken, and it is brought into the mouth along with the bright red chili shreds, without any dryness in the past.

He drank three bowls of porridge with side dishes, and couldn't help but lament that eating was the most beautiful thing in the world. After reviving his life, his appetite became even stronger.

(End of this chapter)