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

Chapter 126 The late emperor’s grave cracked

"Cao An? Why are you holding a pen and standing here in a daze?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just thinking about the Master's farewell letter."

Cao An put aside everything in his mind and gently put down the brush in charge.

Just now, he just put himself into the identity situation of the master, and then simulated the state of mind of wanting to retire.

The answer was: He was in big trouble.

He rubbed his face, took a deep breath, and looked at the crime scene again.

At this moment, the Privy Council has begun to vigorously investigate the traitor. The small hole drilled in the beam must have been made by someone who frequented the house.

It might be the handyman in charge of cleaning, or it might be a trusted disciple, but at least it wouldn't have been dug at the time of the crime. Otherwise, such a big movement would definitely make the headmaster Jiu Qing come over.

As for who the murderer is, this question is more difficult to answer. Even if the visit records are obtained, because everyone is wearing a mask and a cloak, it is easy to replace the identity.

But fortunately, we already have a rough idea of ​​the identity of the murderer.

A close acquaintance, someone who knows how to manipulate a puppet and has no time to prove it.

Just wanting to find out this person's identity in Shangjiang City requires a lot of intelligence investigation.

"Do I need to go to foreigners to buy information?"

"unnecessary!"

Cao An asked tentatively, and several spies immediately stood up around him.

Especially for Iron Mask, this is a matter of dignity.

Their Privy Council is an expert in spying on information, but now they are reduced to asking Cao An to buy information from foreigners?
  Absolutely not! They have to prove themselves!
  "About the acquaintances in charge..."

"Let's check!"

"About the ingredients of this wine..."

"Let's check!"

"About the man in black who ambushed me yesterday..."

"Let's check!"

"Oh~ Okay, then I'll leave it to you, don't let me down!"

"Yes, thank you Cao Shuixiu for your trust. I am very grateful."

Zhu Xian:......

Look, who are these people?
  First he was scolded, then he begged to work for free, and finally he had to be grateful.

Cheap or not?
  ……

After it was confirmed that he was a murderer, all he had to do next was to quietly wait for the Privy Council to investigate the information. The Councilor didn't have many close friends during his lifetime, so the investigation shouldn't be too difficult.

As for Cao An and the others, they now hurried back to the Tsing Yi Department, preparing to investigate the third case: the murder of the Ye family 20 years ago.

Sitting in the parliament hall, Cao An carefully read through the three files.

Beside her, Ying Huorong was already eating carefreely, while Sister Pan was mischievously crawling around on the roof beams, swooping down from time to time, and jumping into Cao An's arms to make a fuss.

As for Zhu Xian, he took the roast chicken without wings from Ying Huorong, tore off two legs himself, and handed the remaining chicken breast to Pan Daxi. The three of them formed a perfect closed food loop.

After a while, Ying Changfeng came in with Sanyang. From the looks of it, he must have suppressed the evil nature.

Sanyang clasped his palms together and apologized to everyone: "Amitabha, this poor monk has caused trouble to everyone."

Whether it is suppressing evil spirits or re-examining old cases, Sanyang feels that he is dragging down the Tsing Yi Department. The trouble that this case will cause in the future will probably not be less.

But no one cared. Zhu Xian patted his chest and said, "We are all brothers. Don't take it too seriously. Tell us your troubles and Cao An will solve them for you."

Cao An:? ? ?
  Everyone took their seats, and Cao An handed the information in his hand to several people for circulation.

Two of them are investigation records of six doors and the county government office.

……

Twenty years ago, there were 20 people living in a small county called Qingyang County, and the richest among them was the Ye family.

From Cao An's understanding, this can even be regarded as the Ye family compound.

There are hundreds of Ye family members among them, and many are servants and workers working for the Ye family.

They built along the river, operated a small river terminal, provided material transportation to surrounding towns, resold goods, and lived a very prosperous life.

But the bad news soon came.

One night in the thirty-eighth year of Wanjingli, a group of thieves attacked this place. Of the 310 people in the county, no one was left alive. The entire Ye family was wiped out, and the scene was filled with blood. It was very tragic.

According to the investigation of Six Doors, it was the work of horse thieves wandering nearby.

Fortunately, the group of horse thieves were greedy and traces of transporting property were discovered. Detective Gong from the Six Gates led a team to hunt down and finally annihilated all the horse thieves.

Since there were no survivors in the Ye family, the looted property was confiscated.

"What? Confiscated?" Zhu Xian jumped up at the side: "Aren't we Sanyang alive and well? If we ask him to come forward, can we get the inheritance back?"

Cao An rolled his eyes, so what were his colleagues thinking? Is he really the only one thinking seriously about the case?

Sanyang performed a Buddhist ritual and explained: "The poor monk has become a monk, and money is something that belongs to the body, so there is no need to recover it. If necessary, I will go to beg for alms."

Zhu Xian nodded and sat down again. Indeed, Buddhist alms have been taken to the extreme by Sanyang, and there seems to be nothing to cherish about the property from back then.

"Besides, don't you think it is very dangerous to get the inheritance back from the imperial court?" Cao An said from the side. In his opinion, this external announcement is more like a trap.

"Why do you say that?"

"From our current inference, in the Ye family, not only Sanyang is alive, but Ye Siyi is also alive. But she committed suicide. It is obvious that she found out something before she thought suicide was the only option. .”

Cao An felt a little regretful. If Sanyang Neng and Ye Siyi could recognize each other, I'm afraid there would be answers to many things, and there wouldn't be such a difficult and slow reasoning process.

He picked up the six-door report again and handed it to Sanyang: "If I remember correctly, the Buddhist monk who adopted you refutes the record in this file."

Sanyang looked at the writing between the lines carefully, and a look of anger flashed across his face: "That's right, it's completely different from what my master told me."

"Huh? Is it different? How is it different?" Ying Huorong finished eating the roasted wings and finally looked up.

Except for the number of dead people, one less person because Sanyang was rescued in advance, the rest should be fine.

"The problem is huge. According to the Buddhist monks, the one who killed the horse thief should be Sanyang, but what is between the lines is the horse thief who was killed by the six gates."

There was a thunderstorm that night, and 32 thieves riding tall horses rushed into Qingyang County and started a massacre. No one in the county survived.

But according to the Buddhist monks who rushed to the rescue, these horse thieves were already dead on the spot. Sanyang, who was only 8 years old, seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, with black gas coming out of his body, and tore these thieves into pieces.

It is also because of this that the follow-up story of Sanyang's adoption came into being.

But now, all the credit belongs to Six Doors, and there are even claims of looting of property in the file.

Either the old monk lied, or the six doors lied.

"I prefer the latter. After all, if a group of monks wants to move a large amount of property, they can't hide it. The eminent monk probably didn't lie."

"Looking at these records, it is true that a large amount of property has been put into the national treasury! Or is it just that the Six Doors simply want to take credit?"

"Treasures that can trigger a massacre are absolutely priceless, but look at those, they are all the original property of the Ye family, they are just bait. Someone wants to eradicate the problem? Find something."

Saying that, Cao An looked at Sanyang again. He was only eight years old and suddenly gained the strength to kill the opponent's 32 riders. Thinking about it, he knew that he had obtained some kind of secret treasure.

This group of masterminds must want to find the orphan of the Ye family and recover the secret treasure.

Fortunately, Sanyang learned an invincible trick called "Alchemy". From then on, he had no desires or desires and did not covet the inheritance at all.

"And the evidence is that Ye Siyi committed suicide. She must have known something inside. Let alone inheriting the inheritance, she didn't even dare to file a complaint."

"You don't even dare to complain? Is the other party that powerful?"

"It doesn't have to be very powerful, but it must be someone who is difficult for the emperor to deal with, such as the harem."

If he didn't get the gold medal, Cao An would stop investigating, because he had already anticipated that the case would be extremely involved.

Any official who caused the massacre of hundreds of people would not be able to avoid losing his head.

Only the harem, which is the face of the emperor, would rather suppress the matter than make the facts public.

Ye Siyi was a female official in the harem, so she must be well versed in this. Her suicide was an invitation to the harem.

There must be a dark secret hidden in that place.

"It's just that I don't quite understand what the auspiciousness coming from the sky means?" Cao An picked up the last file and asked doubtfully.

It is recorded in the archives that in the thirty-seventh year of Wanjingli, a heaven-shaking earthquake occurred, and golden auspicious clouds appeared in the sky.

After investigation, it was discovered that an extraterrestrial stone had fallen. Si Tianjian Jianzheng asserted that this was a symbol of good fortune and good fortune in the coming year.

"Is it okay?"

"Of course it didn't go well. I heard there was a drought." Zhu Xian complained at the side.

The supervisor of Si Tianjian usually only knows how to cultivate his moral character. From time to time, he will make a few predictions, but they are all wrong. No wonder he is labeled as not doing his job properly.

Unexpectedly, this person's complaints actually caused Ying Changfeng to stand up and defend himself: "Actually, Jian Zheng is quite powerful."

"Awesome? But his prophecy about the coming of a rising star was not so wrong?"

"The prophecy is wrong, but who told you that this must be what Jian Zheng said?"

"But the rankings published that year...wait a minute, the rankings that year were also fake?"

Zhu Xian was shocked. The three pieces of information he got back were all false? Is there any humanity left?

Listening to Ying Changfeng's tone, Cao An asked curiously: "Master Zheng, do you know the inside story of what happened back then?"

"Of course I know. I was already a general at that time, so I saw the real situation."

"What's going on? Tell me!"

Everyone in the Tsing Yi Department gathered around the table and leaned forward slightly, looking sneaky.

Although I know that the sound cannot be transmitted, I still listen quietly to this little secret, which makes it more atmospheric.

Ying Changfeng also showed a mysterious smile, leaned over and whispered softly: "Let me tell you, please don't spread the word. The cause of the earthquake that year was that the late emperor's tomb cracked."

Everyone:? ? ?
  "The grave is cracked? What do you mean? What does it mean to be cracked?"

Seeing that everyone didn't understand, Ying Changfeng picked up an apple on the table and broke it hard.

Snapped!
  The apple was broken in half.

"Do you understand? That's it. The late emperor's tomb is cracked."

(End of this chapter)