I was just solving crimes, how could I become an immortal?

Chapter 121 Suicide?

Outside the Privy Council House, an old tree slowly dropped its last dead leaves as the cold wind blew.

It was like witnessing the fall of a generation of important officials, sad and desolate.

This place hasn't been so lively for a long time.

As the spy leader of the Daxing Dynasty, the leader cannot interact too much with the ministers of the DPRK. He has always been sitting alone in his study, sorting out information conscientiously.

But today, everyone is here, including the Six Gates, the Demon Slaying Department, and the Tsing Yi Department.

But this gathering is also a farewell.

Mo Xiaoming, the young minister of Dali Temple, and Pang Shi, the Imperial City Secretary, are currently investigating the scene carefully.

On the stone benches outside, some ministers who had had personal relationships sighed and sighed. Princess Wen Zhao, who was wearing casual clothes, had already cried and her eyes were red. There was only one eunuch by her side, silently comforting her.

"The leader will not commit suicide. He also made an appointment with me to teach me "Rain Return" today. Woohoo~~He, he must have been killed!"

Wen Zhao was now an unruly little princess, scolding the police officers at the scene without mercy.

But no one was angry because of this. Everyone understood that during the years of studying with the Master, this little princess must have really regarded the Master as her master.

No one could accept his sudden death at this moment.

The old slave beside him could only cautiously comfort him: "Your Highness, the dead cannot be resurrected. Maybe the master really feels guilty, so..."

"No way, he won't commit suicide, definitely not!"

Wen Zhao couldn't accept it, but no one around her agreed with her idea, except Cao An...

"Who said the leader committed suicide?" Cao An's voice sounded. His appearance was like the finale, and the focus of the audience fell on him.

When Wen Zhao saw him coming, he ran over as if seeing a savior and grabbed his hand.

"Cao An, you are the best at solving crimes. You must find the real culprit and avenge the master!"

Such an unseemly appearance frightened the old eunuch and quickly stopped him: "Princess, please calm down. Mr. Cao, please go and take a look. Maybe... it can make Her Royal Highness feel more at ease."

Peace of mind? Does this mean that this case has been finalized?

Cao An's eyes swept across the audience. Judging from everyone's appearance, they all seemed to have gloomy faces and no sense of anger. Isn't this a murder?
  Taking a deep breath, he walked into the courtyard and looked around. Half of the important officials in the court were already here.

Cao An soon saw his boss, and just as he was about to greet him, Ying Changfeng had already held his hand.

"Cao An, I won't go into details. Please investigate this case carefully. No matter what the result is, just give me an answer." Ying Changfeng's tone sounded a little sad.

Cao An was puzzled: "Sir, why are you talking like this?"

Ying Changfeng glanced inside the room, his face full of sadness.

"When I went out to fight in the past, this guy would refer me to the court every month, saying that I was greedy for merit and rushed forward, and that logistics and information could not be delivered.

“But every time someone made slanderous remarks and belittled me for harboring different intentions, he was the one who stood up and spoke for me.

"He's a nice person, but a bit old-fashioned."

Ying Changfeng was complaining about the fault of being in charge of the hospital, but his tone was filled with sympathy.

"Since Master Shuzheng knows the director, why do you think he committed suicide?" Cao An hasn't gone in to check the body yet, but various clues indicate that this case is definitely not simple.

This rhetorical question also made Ying Changfeng hesitate a little, and looked behind Cao An. The conclusion of suicide came from the entire Daxing official agency.

Cao An looked back and saw, good guys, Lin Baotou from the Six Gates, Mo Shaoqing from Dali Temple, Pang Duzhi from the Imperial City Department, and several first-rate detectives all arrived at the scene.

Without money, everyone agreed: the leader died of suicide.

Mo Xiaoming had always been at odds with Cao An. When he saw him coming, he said: "Cao Shuixiu, I know that you are good at investigating cases, but the case in front of you must be suicide."

The reporter came to Six Doors immediately, so Mo Xiaoming came here much earlier than the Tsing Yi Department.

After careful investigation, the answer was soon obtained. If Princess Wen Zhao hadn't made a fuss and insisted on waiting for Cao An to come, this case would have been solved.

In response, Cao An looked directly back at him with contempt.

"Facts have proven that Her Royal Highness the Princess's decision was right."

"What do you mean? Look down on us? Everyone thinks he committed suicide!"

Mo Xiaoming wanted to isolate Cao An, but Cao An directly responded with an army:
  "I just simply look down on you. After imprisoning Mr. Gong for half a month, you couldn't find any clues. Instead, you killed your own brother. In just half an hour, what can you find out?"

"you……"

Mo Xiaoming's face looked ugly, and the surrounding Dali Temple police officers also looked bad.

Of course, they agreed more with Cao An's words. If Mo Xiaoming hadn't been the minister of Dali Temple, he would have beaten this guy up long ago. It was really harmful to others and himself.

Seeing another conflict between the two sides, Pangshi quickly settled the matter.

"Cao An, please go in and take a look. At least judging from the surface, this is indeed a suicide case, and I can't find any flaws."

Cao An recognized Pang Shi's ability. It was really rare that he could not find any flaws in the case.

Without further ado, Cao An walked into the study.

... Ordinary houses are all made of wooden doors and windows, which are designed to protect against gentlemen but not villains.

The room in the Privy Council Chamber has a higher level of defense. When the doors and windows are closed, a protective seal will be generated to prevent criminals from entering.

The first thing I saw when I entered the room was that there were obvious signs of burnt damage on the door. This was caused by the person who first discovered the body forcing the door open.

The surrounding windows were closed, which undoubtedly provided the greatest prerequisite for suicide: the secret room.

Looking at the commander again, he was sitting on the Taishi chair, half of his body lying on the desk, holding a dagger in his left hand, and stabbed it heavily into his lower abdomen. Blood flowed all over the floor. This must be a fatal injury.

But his right hand was stretched out straight, holding a pen in his hand, and his suicide note was pressed under his head.

[Having been dreaming for half my life, I gained nothing; my past mistakes will eventually be repaid. 】

[May this sinful karma be buried underground forever with me, and there will be no more troubles. 】

[Dark fragrance and sparse shadows, treasure it. 】

A simple yet melancholy farewell word.

Pang Shi came over, picked up the suicide note, and explained: "We have verified that these are indeed the notes of the Master. No one can imitate the powerful lines flowing in the brush strokes."

The Privy Council is an espionage agency. As the top leader, the Privy Council naturally has a set of anti-counterfeiting methods. No one can imitate his secret patterns.

As soon as this suicide note came out, there was no suspense at all and it was judged to be suicide.

"What's the reason for suicide?"

"Here, there are three letters inside. He had some reported transactions with officials and merchants, and a banknote of 3000 taels. He should have committed suicide out of fear of crime."

Pangshi walked to the corner of the table. There was a square box in the right hand position where he held the pen, and he took out three letters and a dozen banknotes.

The Privy Council also has its own way of making money.

Whether it is letting wealthy businessmen stock up on the court's needs in advance, or helping some officials erase criminal evidence, selling secrets is a very good business.

But you only have a mere 3000 taels of silver notes! Is this suicide?
  Even I, the dignified Cao Shuixiu, have tens of thousands of taels in my pocket.

"The Headmaster is a proud man. After being punished by the Holy Emperor this morning, his face has been very silent. Maybe he can't think about it anymore." Someone suddenly interjected next to him.

He looked like a warrior with a strong back and strong waist. Pang Shi introduced in a low voice that this person was a horse instructor who served in the Privy Council and taught him the skills of bow and crossbow.

He works in the Privy Council on weekdays. In addition to teaching coursework, he also helps the Council share intelligence work. He is considered a relatively close group of people.

Seeing Cao An looking over, he quickly explained: "I'm not saying anything bad about the leader, but after he came back from the morning, he was really worried, and everyone saw it. And... he assigned the work to us in advance..."

By assigning work in advance, is this your last words? Cao An looked at the man in Confucian shirt beside him.

This is the Vice-President of the Privy Council. If the Presiding Officer dies, he will be the highest decision-maker. With a file in his hand, he will quietly wait for the final outcome of the case.

Seeing Cao An's questioning look, the man in Confucian robes bowed and said, "Earlier, the Master of the Council did indeed give instructions, asking us to protect the Privy Council. This is his last assignment."

Cao An took the file from the man's hand and looked through it. Sure enough, he was giving his last words!
  There are at least a dozen rounds of task allocation details inside, including the calm-looking man in Confucian shirt in front of him, who is also the candidate for the head of the academy recommended by him.

The notes are correct and the recommendations are complete. It must have been written by the director.

Last words, suicide notes, secret rooms, motives...

It can be said that all the conditions required for a suicide case are complete. No wonder even Pangshi did not object to the result.

But the timing of death was such a coincidence!

Something happened just last night, and someone died today. Who can quarrel with our lord, is he going to commit suicide in fear of crime just for a few thousand taels?
  Cao An walked to the front of the commander, closed his eyes slightly, and the surrounding world instantly turned into a gray-white world.

[Please close your eyes after dark] was activated. As expected, the commander still had obsessions in his heart. Cao An looked around expectantly.

But this time, it was completely different from the previous times. It was not the layout of the room. The whole world was empty, as if there was just a thought.

And in the center of this thought, a figure appeared.

Wearing gorgeous clothes and beautiful appearance, this was the first time Cao An saw a person's face clearly in "Please Close Your Eyes after Dark".

Unfortunately, that's all.

It seems that all the obsessions are just for this person.

After a long time, all obsessions dissipated.

Opening his eyes, Cao An neatly said to Pang Shi on the side: "Go and find the wife of the head of the courtyard."

"Wife?" Pang Shi was startled: "The master has no wife!"

"No?" Cao An was also stunned. Is this person talking about someone else's wife?

Forget it, let’s try the last words again, I don’t know if it will be useful.

Stretching out his finger and gently tapping the center of Zhang Yuan's eyebrows, the clue Cao An was expecting finally appeared.

[You actually want to kill me! Do you still want to hide the tragedy of the Ye family twenty years ago? Jinkuisha, Jinkuisha...]

(End of this chapter)