White Bone Monkey King

Fucheng, Jiangzhou Prefecture.

Noon.

The street was noisy and there were many people running in the same direction, as if there was something lively to see in that direction.

Several government servants armed with waist knives were eating in a small restaurant while on duty at noon. Although there were many types of food on the table, including fish, meat and soup, they were all simple meals, such as vegetable and tofu soup. , braised crucian carp, ordinary people can afford it.

"Boss, with so many people running in the same direction, could there be another case happening?" A young government servant who was just starting out, with the hair on the corner of his mouth not yet mature, grabbed the knife on the table and rushed out. I want to solve a big case.

However, the veteran government officer grabbed the young man and said, "We have been patrolling the streets for a day, and everyone is starving to death. You should not go out to join in the fun."

As soon as the young government official said something, he was interrupted by the old government official: "Look at the expressions on the faces of the people on the street, including excitement and curiosity, but not fear. They just ran to the front to watch the excitement. Let’s not join in the fun, we still have to eat, and we have to continue patrolling the streets later.”

The old yamen officer made a clear and logical analysis, and the young yamen officer sat down with some reluctance.

The street became more and more lively, and more people in the south of the city were running in the same direction. Some people ran forward and shouted excitedly: "Everyone, please go to the grain merchant Boss Song's house to watch the fun. Today is the funeral day of Miss Song. Two Taoist priests delivered three coffins to Miss Song's tomb, and the Song family carried Miss Song's coffin back to the mourning hall. Now the Song family is having a lot of fun!"

What?

Send the coffin to the Song family?

These words immediately exploded in the street, everyone was surprised, and then more people joined in the fun and ran to Song's house.

"Head, it seems to be talking about the case of Miss Song's kidnapping that we just handled a few days ago." All the government servants at the table turned to look at a military attaché at the same table.

He is much taller and stronger than other government officials, with strong tendons and thicker palms than ordinary people. At first glance, he is a martial arts practitioner. This martial arts master is Wang Donglin, the head catcher of the city's south government office.

In order to find out the cause of the incident, the old government official who had just grabbed the young government official stood up and took the yelling passerby into the restaurant and asked him what was going on.

Originally I wanted to watch the excitement, but when I saw the excitement in the hands of the yamen keeper, the passers-by thought they had made some mistake, and replied anxiously: "Replying to the Qingtian Masters, I don't know the specific story. I just did it." I heard someone talking about it, and I'm planning to go to the Song family to watch the fun."

Headcatcher King Donglin nodded to passers-by: "Tell me everything you heard about the Song family, word for word."

The passerby looked miserable, but he still answered honestly: "I also heard from my neighbor who just came back from the busy farm work outside the city. He said that the young lady of the Song family refused to die with her eyes closed and refused to be buried. Two strange things happened one after another. One was this morning. During the funeral, the coffin was so heavy that it could not be lifted. After finally lifting the coffin to the cemetery, the hemp rope broke and the coffin fell to the ground when the coffin was about to be buried. Everyone was discussing that Ms. Song died with her eyes open and her resentment was not resolved, so That's why he refused to be buried..."

"Just when the Song family was at their wits' end and prepared to carry the coffin back, two strange Taoist priests came and said they were here to deliver the coffin to Miss Song. Think about it, sir, today is the day for Miss Song's funeral and burial. There is no shortage of them. The coffin, but two people appeared out of nowhere and kept saying they were here to deliver the coffin. To deliver the coffin, to deliver the coffin. Wasn't this a hint to the Song family's death? One can imagine the anger of the Song family at that time... What happened in the middle, I really I don’t know. I heard someone said that there was almost a fight because the two Taoist priests delivered a total of three coffins to Miss Song’s tomb. One of the coffins contained the body of the murderer who killed Miss Song. It seemed that they wanted to express their innocence. There was another murderer. others……"

The passerby finished speaking in one breath, like pouring beans, and then looked at the catcher pitifully: "Sir, that's all I know, can I go?"

Headcatcher Wang Donglin waved his hand and let the passerby go, and the passerby fled the restaurant as if he had been granted amnesty. He didn't even look at the excitement and left in the opposite direction of the Song family.

"Let's go to the Song family too." The head catcher Wang Lindong called the boss, packed the meals for them in food boxes, and came back to get them later. Then he took four or five government officials and followed the crowd towards the Song family.

At this time, the outside of the Song family was crowded and buzzing. These people were curious to watch the excitement. They had all heard about what happened in the Song family cemetery today.

At this time, when everyone ran to Song's house, they found that the door of Song's house was closed and the house was quiet. Not only could they not see anything, but there was not even a sound inside.

"What's going on? Why is the Song family's door closed?" Someone from outside Jitiaofang City came all the way to watch the excitement, but failed and said dissatisfied.

"The Song family couldn't move so fast carrying the coffin. The funeral procession that the Song family left the city this morning has not returned to the city yet." someone explained.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of suonas and gongs was heard in the city. A funeral procession of hundreds of people carried the coffin and marched into the city. Some people cried in mourning, some threw paper money, and passers-by retreated.

But the most eye-catching thing was the three coffins pulled on a cart in the funeral procession. People discussed nervously: "It turns out it's not a rumor! Someone really sent the coffin to Miss Song's tomb!"

"That's not right. Why did I hear another version? It was said that Miss Song faked the corpse and refused to bury it. The rope broke and the coffin fell to the ground. The Song family sent out more than a dozen people but couldn't lift the coffin?" said a man in green. The passerby in coat frowned.

But someone immediately answered his doubts: "That's because you didn't hear everything!"

As he spoke, he pointed at the two Taoist priests sitting on the cart in the funeral procession, and continued to say patiently: "Did you see those two Taoist priests? Miss Song's coffin did fall to the ground at that time, and she was so scared that the Song family did not dare to bury it. Even the local Taoist priests hired by the Song family were helpless. They said that the coffin falling to the ground was a bad omen. They even lit a few incense sticks and burned them in uneven lengths. They did not dare to let anyone carry the coffin. In the end, it was the two Taoist priests who delivered the coffin themselves. Going out temporarily calmed down the resentment of Miss Song who was lying in the coffin."

"Why is this?" A passerby in a green coat looked puzzled.

After hearing this conversation, another good-hearted person next to him answered: "Hey, it is said that there is something fishy about the kidnapping of Miss Song. There is another unsolved case hidden in the case. The pig butcher is not the kidnapper and the real culprit. Not being punished, Miss Song died so miserably, so she was naturally full of resentment and unwilling to be buried. Then there was the matter of the two Taoist priests delivering the coffin in the car. Did you see the yellow coffin in the car? That coffin was not It was empty, and the corpse inside was that of the butcher who had been sentenced by the Yamen. The two Taoist priests said that they would redress the injustice of the butcher and seek justice for Miss Song. Miss Song's resentment was temporarily appeased."

"This is really strange and weird. It's a strange story through the ages to deliver a coffin and express grievances." A passerby wearing a green gown looked surprised and thoughtful.

"How do these folks know so much about the Song family? Why do I think everyone in the south of the city knows about it, but I am the only one who doesn't?"

Hearing this, the passers-by laughed and said: "Those two Taoist priests are not simple. They are two Taoist masters from Wu Zang Taoist Temple. In the morning, they sent the coffin to the Song family but failed. Then they found someone to inquire about the Song family's funeral." As the team went, many people who knew the deeds of the two Taoist priests followed them to watch the fun."

"How do you say this? I hope my fellow villagers will give me some advice." A passerby in a green coat said with his fists clasped.

A passer-by looked at the man in front of him in surprise: "Old sir, why do you speak so politely and with the tone of a storyteller? This is not a secret. It starts with another shocking case a few days ago..."

While the passers-by were buzzing and talking, the Song family members who had returned carrying the coffin frowned in displeasure when they saw that the front door was blocked by people and the queues were blocked.

"Master, it seems that Miss's matter has been spread in the city." The old housekeeper of the Song family said to Song Haichuan with a sad face.

"Butler, please bring people to disperse the crowd. Don't delay the team's return to the mansion to settle the young lady." Unexpectedly, the news had leaked out so quickly before they returned to the city. Song Haichuan's eyebrows twisted into the Chinese character "Sichuan".

Next, the old housekeeper knocked on the door of the Song family and called for help from the Song family's servants. Only then did the funeral procession enter the Song family safely.

boom!

The door of the Song family closed heavily, blocking the eyes of passers-by.

No matter which family encounters such a thing, they don't like to be seen as a spectacle. Before the matter is conclusively concluded, the Song family does not want this matter to be publicized too early.

Today is the day of Miss Song’s funeral. According to the normal procedure, she should be buried in the morning and return to the Song Mansion for the funeral banquet at noon. Now that Miss Song has not been buried successfully, and everyone has been hungry all morning and their chests are touching their backs. Song Haichuan ordered The funeral feast continues to prevent everyone from going hungry. On the other side, Song Haichuan called Mr. Treasury, took the account book and looked through recent records.

All the relatives and friends at the funeral banquet ate quietly, and they were also curiously waiting for the results.

"Um?"

Song Haichuan frowned, and then passed the account book to Jin An.

Jin An did not look at the records from too long ago, but directly looked at the records within seven days: "The time Miss Song was killed was seven days ago on March 1st. With the current weather, the ice cubes cannot be stored outside for half a day after leaving the ice cellar. , so just check the account records of the day Miss Song was killed..."

"On that day... only one person went to the ice cellar, and the third steward took thirty-seven pounds and three ounces of ice. Boss Song, is this third steward named Shi Baocheng in the house now?"

Song Haichuan looked around at the servants present and frowned: "Today is the day of Miss's funeral. I remember that the third housekeeper went up the mountain with us. Why don't we see the third housekeeper here?"

"You guys go find the third housekeeper."

"First Butler, it's better for you to personally take people to find the Third Butler. I'll be more at ease and bring more servants there. Today is the day of my daughter's funeral. Everything is about my daughter. I allow you, First Butler, to mobilize all the people in the Song family. , handle special matters."

Having been able to dominate the business world for so many years, Song Haichuan is not a stupid person. He already has a guess in his mind, so he said this.

"Don't worry, sir. I watched the young lady grow up, and the young lady's life is also my life." The first housekeeper hurriedly led people to find the missing third housekeeper of the Song family.

"Taoist Priest Jin'an, you were silent all the way because you were worried that there would be too many people talking, so you alerted the traitor in advance. Now that you have entered the Song family, I have ordered people to guard all the doors and prohibit anyone from entering or leaving. Taoist Jin'an can Are there any connections between your checking the records of the Song Family Ice Cellar and the arrest of the real culprit who killed my daughter?" Song Haichuan looked at Jin An. When Jin An asked to check the records of the Song Family Ice Cellar, he had already suspected the real culprit who killed his daughter. From the Song family.