"Then please tell me, Commander Zhang, how I kill people."
Zhang Zong didn't just talk nonsense, but came prepared.
He asked the girl to bring a scroll. After slowly opening it, Zhao Rang saw a thick horizontal line running through the scroll. The horizontal lines are densely written in small regular script. If you look carefully, they are all what Zhao Rang did and where he went during the day. Strong wind
Even on his way to Changchun Garden, he recorded very clearly whether the roasted meat bones were thrown in his left hand or right hand.
Those who didn't know thought that someone was specially invited to follow him and remember.
"Yesterday, after you came out of Zhao's house, you and Ximen Dazhuang went to Luoyuelou. Then you stood up for Lao Guang, the cured meat seller opposite, and not only knocked him unconscious, but also severely humiliated his brother, who is a member of the Nujiang Gang. Gang leader, Jiang Lang, yes or no?"
Zhao Rang nodded in agreement.
"Then you two went to Changchun Garden. Aunt Shu took the girls to entertain you two. During the period, you asked about something unusual in Changchun Garden, but Aunt Shu did not answer. In addition, your favorite girl, Qingqing, also left. After leaving Changchun Garden, you had a dispute with Aunt Shu, right?" 1
Zhao Rang did not admit it this time.
"Aunt Shu did not answer me, but she and I had no argument. Besides, I already knew what she didn't tell me later, so why should I kill her?"
Zhang Zong said calmly:
"How do you explain this blank space?"
Zhao Rang looked at where Zhang Zong was pointing and saw that there was indeed a blank space on the scroll.
After leaving Changchun Garden yesterday, Zhao Rang and Ximen Dazhuang went to Xiao An's place to eat hot pot and met Qingxue.
With the ability of the Investigation Department, it is impossible not to know this. Zhang Zong asked deliberately because he wanted to incriminate him, so why bother?
So Zhao Rang didn't answer. After all, if he said something he couldn't remember, he would be accused and get into trouble.
But Ximen Dazhuang rushed to explain.
Zhang Zong asked a shadow guard to write down everything Ximen Dazhuang said word for word, and then asked the girl to take out the roster of Changchun Garden and read it from beginning to end in front of Zhao Rang.
"Did you see that there is no girl named Qingxue in there at all?"
"You can change your name at any time. There's nothing strange about it."
Zhao Rang said.
Zhang Zong replied:
"Okay! Then the hot pot restaurant shouldn't be able to run away, right?"
Zhao Rang thought that Zhang Zong was going to play with him to the end.
Although I don't understand his purpose, if he wants to make trouble, I will accompany him to make trouble.
"Of course! There is a faded lantern hanging at the door of that hot pot restaurant. There is no signboard. The owner's name is Xiao An. We have been eating there for many years! Every time we drink in Changchun Garden, we go there to eat. It's unbeatable!"
Zhang Zong showed a long-lost smile:
"Okay, since Mr. Zhao said so absolutely, let's go over and have a look."
In order to avoid the crowd of onlookers, they left through the back door of Changchun Garden.
This back door was originally used for wealthy men who had tigresses in their homes to escape here. Zhao Rang and Ximen Dazhuang had never had such concerns, so they never walked through it.
Going out the back door is the street market on the other side.
It has to be said that this back door was built extremely secretly. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary house. But who knew that after entering, we would find the most luxurious place in Suluo City?
"Mr. Zhao, where is the hot pot restaurant you mentioned?"
After leaving the door, the shadow guards around Zhang Zong immediately spread out, like a bag, pocketing Zhao Rang and Ximen Dazhuang in the middle, blocking the escape routes in every direction, for fear that they would escape.
Zhao Rang was very disdainful of this, but when he looked towards Xiao An's hotpot restaurant, his expression suddenly changed!
"this……"
After looking around the markets, this is indeed the street.
But what was originally a hot pot restaurant has now become a grocery store.
The hot pot restaurant seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
The most iconic thing about Xiao An's hot pot restaurant is the solitary lantern hanging high at the door.
Not only is it not there now, but there is a plaque saying "Grocery Store".
There are many jars and jars stacked at the entrance of the store.
According to the custom in the north, after autumn, when the weather gets colder, many families begin to prepare pickles.
Unlike the south, which can grow all year round, fresh vegetables in the north are expensive in winter, making it difficult for ordinary families to afford them. Most of them rely on pickles prepared in autumn.
Zhao Rang and Ximen Dazhuang eagerly walked to the door of the store and saw that the store owner had also turned into a hunchbacked old man with a gray beard.
Seeing so many people coming, the old man said in surprise:
"What do you guys want to buy? The new jars in the store are of great quality! They are best for pickling vegetables and they will last for several winters without breaking!"
Zhao Rang stared at the old man and asked:
"Where was the hot pot restaurant here before?"
The old man was confused by Zhao Rang's question and said doubtfully:
"Hot pot restaurant? I've lived here all my life, little man, and there has never been a hot pot restaurant on this street!"
Zhao Rang didn't believe it at all, so he bypassed the old man and broke into the store to see what happened.
Wherever a hot pot restaurant has been opened, it will definitely leave traces.
Xiao An was still frying pot bottoms here last night, but where the stove used to be, there is now a shelf.
Zhao Rang squatted down, dug at the ground under the shelf, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, but there was no smell of hot pot...
Looking at the entire store, even the floor has been changed. Not only was there no red oil or spicy smell, there were also no traces of any other hot pot restaurant.
"What do you want to do, young man?"
There is also a small loft above the store.
After closing the door, Xiao An would go back to the attic to sleep.
The storefront can be renovated into a completely new look, but the attic will definitely have a different feel as a sleeping place.
There must be a big difference between where a young man in his twenties sleeps and a hunchbacked old man with a gray beard.
Xiao An is a sloppy person, and he only runs the hot pot restaurant, so he doesn't have time to clean up the house.
As soon as Zhao Rang poked his head in, he was dumbfounded...
The entire attic was kept spotless.
Although the quilt on the bed was patchy, it was neatly stacked.
Zhao Rang looked at the foot of the bed again and found that there was a thin layer of dust on the inside.
Suddenly, layers of cold sweat broke out on his back.
The old man has a hunchback, so it's hard for him to reach here, so it's normal that he can't clean it.
However, in Zhao Rang's eyes, such normality is impossible!
If someone really remodeled the entire shop, including the attic, overnight, there would be absolutely no dust at the foot of the bed!
Such dust cannot fall overnight, and even if it is spread manually, it cannot be spread evenly.
"Mr. Zhao, have you found the hot pot restaurant?"
Zhang Zong's words came from downstairs.
