Cure the cold-faced general by solving crimes

Chapter 18 This matter will be discussed again
  During tea time, Han Fang carried a food box and walked into the small meeting hall where Pei Zhizhao handled official business.

"General, it's time to eat."

Pei Zhizhao cleaned his hands and walked slowly to the coffee table.

Han Fang brought out noodles and saliva chicken, "General, these are made by Miss Jiang. You can try them."

Pei Zhizhao lowered his eyes. The fresh and tender chicken was sliced ​​into thin slices, with peanuts, sesame seeds and chili oil evenly sprinkled on top. There was a faint scent of peppercorns.

Pei Zhizhao has never been too picky about food, and he only needs to eat enough when he is marching and fighting. He has eaten the beef noodles in front of him for at least three years. Is he tired of it?
  It seemed like he didn't think about eating anything else besides this.

A chopstick reaches towards the bone plate, a piece of chicken enters the mouth, and the taste buds awaken, it is quite delicious.

Han Fang observed Pei Zhizhao's expression from the side and asked, "In a few days, I want to find a cook for the general. I can only make noodles. I'm sorry, general. I see that Miss Jiang's skills are good, so why not let her help first?" ?”

Pei Zhizhao put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, "I heard that Miss Jiang is engaged. Let's discuss this later."

When Han Fang conveyed the news to Jiang Xihe, the little girl suddenly blushed, "How does Mr. Pei know?"

"I didn't expect Miss Jiang to get married." Han Fang felt very regretful.

When he first arrived in Ping'an County, Jiang Xihe was the person he dealt with the most. He liked this little girl very much. She was smart, sensible and cheerful. There was almost nothing she didn't know about in Ping'an County. Han Fang was willing to see her appear in the Yamen from time to time, like a dull sky. A touch of color.

When he thought that she was engaged and would get married soon, Han Fang unconsciously felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Jiang Xihe and Han Fang each had their own concerns. They sat on bamboo chairs under the persimmon tree, holding bowls, and eating noodles in silence.

"As for the cook, I have a suitable candidate." After a while, Jiang Xihe broke the deadlock first.

Han Fang was a little embarrassed and quickly agreed, "What kind of person is he?"

"Aunt Zhao, my neighbor, is a very nice person and the food she makes is delicious. Aunt Zhao runs her breakfast stall. She starts at nine o'clock and ends at midnight every day. During the day, she usually does some odd sewing work and cooks for Mr. Pei. She should be no problem."

"Okay, the time is just right."

"But Aunt Zhao is in a hurry when she comes to the Yamen to make breakfast. Running back and forth will delay the business of her stall."

"It's simple. I get up before nine o'clock every day to practice. I can go to the stall to get the general's breakfast first, which saves people from running here. She has a stall, so the breakfast must be rich. Besides, the general doesn't eat much. , and not picky.”

"Then I'll go back and talk to Aunt Zhao." Jiang Xihe was very happy to be able to take this job for Aunt Zhao, and the unhappiness she felt about losing the opportunity because of the engagement slowly faded away.

"Thank you, Miss Jiang. You solved a big problem for me. I didn't know anyone when I first came here. I really didn't know where to find such a suitable cook."

Jiang Xihe smiled happily, "Aunt Zhao's daughter is called Liu Tang, and she is my best friend. Uncle Liu passed away early. It has not been easy for Aunt Zhao these years. Not only did she take care of Liu Tang, she also took care of me."

Han Fang was embarrassed, "I don't know about Miss Jiang's family situation. I only know that Miss Jiang has a brother, and the old lawyer Jiang left last year."

Jiang Xihe looked into the distance faintly, "I don't remember what my mother looks like. Now, I just hope that my brother will go to high school in one fell swoop. What about me? Save more money, and I will accompany my brother and take care of my little one in the future. Nephew…”

Han Fang laughed and said, "Miss Jiang wants to get married. Even if you are willing, your husband's family will not agree."

Han Fang was joking. Unexpectedly, Jiang Xihe's face turned ugly and he took a big mouthful of noodles.

Han Fang later realized that he planned to check privately to see what kind of family tradition the family who married Jiang Xihe had.

Pei Zhizhao was leaning against the window, holding a book in his hand. The pages of the book were still in front of a cup of tea. The conversation between the two people outside the window came into his ears word by word.

Pei Zhizhao raised his head and saw Jiang Xihe with her head hanging down through the corner of the window, stirring the noodle bowl with her chopsticks. There was a drop of noodle soup on her mouth, and her fair face was flushed.

The little girl bit her lower lip and was in a bad mood.

It was rare to see her with such a lively expression, and Pei Zhizhao himself didn't even notice that the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.

Before he finished the noodles, Liu Qing hurried in with a paper bag in his hand, "Brother Han, are you here, Mr. Pei? The state government quickly sent a document, saying that it was Meng Fang's autopsy results." Jiang Xihe stood up and said just now The unhappiness that blocked my heart disappeared instantly.

She has business to do.

Watching Han Fang eagerly take the paper bag, Jiang Xihe followed Han Fang into the small meeting hall.

As long as Pei Zhizhao doesn't chase him away, she won't leave.

Pei Zhizhao picked up the paper knife, and Jiang Xihe found that his fingers were long, tight and strong. The fingertips were calloused but not rough. There was a dark scar at the tiger's mouth, perhaps from a previous injury.

Jiang Xihe took a deep look at Pei Zhizhao.

He lowered his head and carefully flipped through several pieces of thin paper.

After looking up for a while, Jiang Xihe met his eyes.

His eyes were dark, and Jiang Xihe couldn't distinguish the meaning in his eyes.

"Can you understand?" Pei Zhizhao asked.

"I learned a lot from my father and Mr. Qi." Jiang Xihe quickly confessed, hoping that this was Pei Zhizhao's intention to accept her.

Pei Zhizhao handed her some papers.

Jiang Xihe suppressed his inner excitement and looked seriously.

On the first page, it was initially determined that the deceased was a female aged between 20 and 30 years old. The autopsy showed swelling of the face, cyanosis of the lips, bleeding at the corners of the eyes, dark purple body spots, drooling, visceral congestion, broken index and middle finger nails, and skin flakes inside.

On the second page, there is a portrait of a woman lying on her back. The artist has marked a stab wound on the left lower abdomen, indicating that the wound was everted and the time of death was between Chou hour and Yin hour.

On the third page, there is an autopsy opinion provided by the author: he died of suffocation, was stabbed in the lower abdomen, and was raped before death.

Jiang Xihe closed the file.

Han Fang silently took it from the side, and Pei Zhizhao said, "Tell me about it."

Jiang Xihe cleared his throat. In fact, there were very few serious crimes in Ping'an County. When his father was alive, he liked to read books such as "Redress of Injustices". Jiang Xihe's ears and eyes were immersed in it, so he had some general knowledge.

"Master Pei, the autopsy results are similar to what we have learned before. From Chou to Yin, it is when people are sleeping deeply. I feel that the murderer had a premeditated plan. Meng Fang died of suffocation, which shows that the murderer was determined to kill her. She stabbed her again and I couldn’t figure it out.”

Jiang Xihe straightened her back, her voice was clear and clear, a few strands of hair on her forehead fluttered with her breath, and there was a light behind her. From Pei Zhizhao's perspective, the picture was beautiful.

Pei Zhizhao lowered his eyes, "Meng Fang was defiled before she died. The murderer was afraid of making a sound, so he covered her to death first and then committed the murder. This is also consistent with the eversion of the wound on her lower abdomen, indicating that Meng Fang was already dead when the murderer stabbed her."

Jiang Xihe took a breath, "The murderer is too cruel."

Pei Zhizhao frowned, "The murderer is not only cruel but also brave and careful, so it can't be Fang Lianqing, but the autopsy results are too simple." Pei Zhizhao frowned, "With just a few strokes, it is difficult to provide more clues in a murder case no matter how complicated it is. .”

An idea suddenly came to Jiang Xihe's mind. She could learn to do autopsies. With the thought, she grew like a weed.

Jiang Xihe thought about it quickly and realized that she could do it. Her father had taught her some things and there were books on this subject at home. She could read more.

No matter what happens, she can go to the state capital to study with Wu Zuo. When Pei Zhizhao needs her in the future, she can earn more money.

Thinking this in his heart, and gaining motivation, Jiang Xihe put a smile on his lips.

Pei Zhizhao was stunned. What happened in this moment? Why did Jiang Xihe's eyes suddenly shine?

(End of this chapter)