The Famous Detective of the Red Mansions

Sun Shaozong's remarks obviously had a certain degree of impact on Liu Xianglian, which was about the same as the mental journey of the idols of later generations who collapsed and turned black.

Of course, the intensity is definitely far less intense—at least he won't find short-sightedness because of this, let alone take up a knife and fight with the second brother Sun desperately.

"All right."

Sun Shaozong stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said with relief: "Don't be stunned here, just go to Shuntian Mansion and find Lin Delu to collect all the written words involving black posts for me-here at Dali Temple. The child is not very complete."

Liu Xianglian nodded in a daze, turned around and walked a dozen steps out, then stopped again, jogged and turned back, and said solemnly: "Second brother, you must bring that thief to justice this time. !"

His journey of mind is fast.

Sun Shaozong nodded in response, but he was not sure in his heart.

Just talk about the design and modus operandi, the master of the black post may not be so clever.

But the incredible thing is that he can always discover the dark side of the dead and find the right avenger.

The previous one, in this era of obscured news, although it was a miracle, it was barely able to explain it.

In the latter case, Sun Shaozong wanted to break his head and couldn't think of how he did it.

You must know that even parents, wives and children, may not dare to avenge their blood relatives personally, not to mention that he often finds some outsiders.

And this is not a sales promotion. If you don't agree on this, you will find the next one. If this is the case, the news will inevitably be leaked before and after the crime. Then what is the meaning of his carefully designed modus operandi?

However, time and time again, he found the right avenger accurately, as if he had never failed.

I'm afraid this can no longer be described as well-informed?

How did he do it?

Could it be...

Does the master of the black post count as if it can be pinched?

If it were before, Sun Shaozong would definitely not believe such nonsense, but thinking about the words of Prince Yizhong, he would inevitably hesitate.

Could it be that in this world of Red Mansions, there really are...

Crunch~

Just thinking about getting into trouble, the iron door of the interrogation room suddenly opened from the inside. Xu Shi wiped his wet hands with the kerchief, walked gracefully out of the door, and smiled to Sun Shaozong: "If you have anything to ask, you can go in. Up."

That coquettish posture is simply more profligate than the sisters in the kiln-next time there will be a similar errand, it is better to ask another wiser, so as not to ruin his reputation.

Contemplating the idea of ​​unloading the mill to kill the donkey, Sun Shaozong entered the interrogation room first, and the servants carrying the corpses in the back also filed in.

When I came in again this time, the interrogation room was a lot quieter-Yang Han had obviously entered the time of the sage at this time, and both his heads were drooping, and he was no longer excited.

Sun Shaozong leaned forward and carefully observed the copper tongue depressor, and found that a hair he had deliberately left before was still pressed firmly under the side of the copper tube.

It seems that the couple are tightly obedient.

Sun Shaozong smacked his lips silently, not knowing what it was like in his heart.

In fact, Yang Hancai’s “confession” came out yesterday because he was ordered by the emperor to use the heart and liver of a virgin to refine the elixir. Sun Shaozong should isolate him and not allow anyone to contact him.

Only by doing this can we ensure that the news will not be leaked further.

But Sun Shaozong did not do this. Instead, he continued to order the husband and wife to torture them, and even deliberately ordered the husband and wife to be tortured and not to be interrogated.

What thoughts existed in this, I am afraid even Sun Shaozong himself, it is difficult to say clearly.

However, looking at the situation in front of him, no matter what he was thinking about, he was obviously overwhelmed.

If you think about it, the husband and wife who came from Bailianjiao could not bear even this temptation, I am afraid they would already be rotten in the ground.

At this moment, the two corpses have been neatly arranged on the ground.

Sun Shaozong made a gesture, and several officers bowed back and took the iron gate with them.

Sun Shaozong was not in a hurry to ask questions. He turned around and inspected the opposite wall to make sure that the copper pipes used for sound transmission had been jammed tightly by silk and other things. Then he reached out and pulled out Yang Hancai’s mouth. The copper tongue depressor inside.

"Bah~"

Yang Hancai spit out a **** saliva as if he had been toggled on, gasping and vaguely said: "The surname is grandson, count you cruel! The birth of these two lunatics, tortured Lao Tzu for two days and two. night!"

Shouldn't it be regarded as torture just now that was unsuitable for children?

"Don't you be afraid that Lao Tzu will give it up and tell the truth to that person?!"

In fact, Sun Shaozong had a faint heart and really expected him to do this-whether it was Wu Shuigen and his wife who spread the news, or reported it to the emperor through Beizhen Fusi's channel, at least he would not have to be in a dilemma.

In the final analysis, he still lacks confidence against such giants as King Zhongshun.

Especially the other party is still in the name of the emperor.

I'm the one who drags his family and kills his life for a few beggars...

Thinking of this, Sun Shaozong felt ashamed. He hadn't paid party dues in the past few years, and his thinking was really depraved. How about advocating justice?

Continue to develop in this way, I am afraid that it is not much better than the master of the black post.

Criticizing himself in his heart, Sun Shaozong reached out his hand and pointed at the two corpses, and asked instead: "Look carefully, maybe you can recognize these two people?"

In fact, Yang Hancai had seen the two corpses a long time ago, and he was wondering what Sun Shaozong had attempted to get the two dead monks to come over.

At this time, I heard that I was able to identify it carefully, and I tried to round up the muddy eyes, and looked at the two bodies one by one.

The first thing I saw was an old monk in a cassock, but he stared at ~www.readwn.com~ for a long time, but he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had met.

So he turned his head and looked at the younger one.

After staring for two full minutes this time, Yang Hancai suddenly cried out, "It's him?! He...you killed him?!"

As he said, he glared at Sun Shaozong.

This attitude...

It seems that he is the man behind the "little monk".

Of course, it may not be the only one.

At this moment, Yang Hancai had some recollection, and he looked at the monk robes on the two of them, confused, frightened, annoyed...

Those many expressions are put together, enough to do a set of facial exercises.

But all this finally turned into relief.

Yang Hancai sighed slightly, and asked dumbly: "This should be King Zhongshun's handwriting, right?"

Sun Shaozong didn't have a word, and then put the copper tongue depressor into the chew again.

He came here to confirm the true identities of the two monks. Now that the results have been obtained, how can he bother with Yang Han?

Having said that, although Yang Hancai guessed the murderer wrong, the happiest person now is probably none other than King Zhongshun.

Without the two actual handlers, Daoyan, Master and Apprentice, it is a foolish dream to convict such bigwigs as King Zhongshun with Yang Hancai alone.

Of course, there is also Shi Zhoumo, the head of the palace.

But compared to asking two no official or jobless Taoist priests, it was not so easy to win Zhou Moke.

What's more, according to King Zhongshun's behavior, he may not give himself this opportunity.

"grown ups."

Just thinking of this, Wang Biao leaned forward to report: "The Long History of the Zhongshun Palace wants to see you. Now he is waiting at the Zuo Temple Office."

This guy actually came to the door on his own initiative? !

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