Hearing Zhang Zong's words, Zhao Rang smiled bitterly and shook his head alone in the attic.
Where is the hotpot restaurant? This is actually the place where an old man has lived for half his life. Both the smell and the traces were completely different from the hot pot restaurant he had eaten at for five years.
Zhao Rang silently walked down from the attic, his expression having returned to calm.
They say seeing is believing, and Zhao Rang really saw it.
But if there is anyone in the world who can do this overnight, in the northern border, who else can it be except the Investigation Division?
As early as the time of Chagan Toluogai, Zhao Rang was greatly shocked by the coffin shop made entirely of fine iron.
In such a large Western Region, even Shanye Kingdom, which is located in the second of the upper four kingdoms, if you want to build such a house, you will need all the fine iron that the whole country can do. Needless to say, the Investigation Department did it and completed it quietly and without anyone noticing.
So Zhao Rang had no doubts about their strength.
The only thing I couldn't figure out was why Zhang Zong did this.
"Commander Zhang, have we met before?"
Zhang Zong seemed not to expect that Zhao Rang would ask this question. He was slightly startled and then replied:
"No."
Zhao Rang continued:
"Since we have never seen him before, there is no old grudge. Did I offend Commander Zhang last night?"
Commander Zhang smiled and said:
"nor."
Zhao Rang looked at him with straight eyes and asked:
"Since there is no enmity between us, then why do you want to harm me like this?"
The smile on Zhang Zong's face gradually faded, and he pointed at the "hot pot restaurant" behind Zhao Rang and said:
"Mr. Zhao, everything must be evidenced. Three corpses are lying here, and there are both witnesses and material evidence. And you keep saying that you came here to eat hot pot after leaving Changchun Garden last night, but this is not a hot pot restaurant. "
"Even if Mr. Zhao is really innocent, why did you lie? If you went to some other place that is inconvenient to tell, and you chose to use the hot pot restaurant as a excuse, you can write it down. I, Zhang Zong, promise to only do it. It is used for evidence collection and will not be known to a third party.”
After that, Zhang Zong asked his left and right to prepare pen and paper.
He spoke with great sincerity in the call just now, as if he was really thinking about Zhao Rang.
"Do not bother."
Zhao Rang waved his hand and said.
Zhang Zong asked hurriedly:
"Master Zhao, are you thinking again?"
Zhao Rang shook his head and said:
"I have nothing to say. Since you think I killed someone, then according to the law, one life is worth another life." www.
Zhao Rang took out the black steel knife hanging from his waist and handed it to Zhang Zong with his backhand.
Behind him was Jiang Lang's younger brother. When the second brother saw it, he immediately said:
"Sir, this is the knife! This is the black knife!"
"Zhao Rang used this black knife to kill my brother!"
Zhao Rang had no idea that he would be fooled by the clown's noise.
After Zhang Zong took the knife, he cupped his fist and saluted Zhao Rang and said:
"The whole matter has not yet been found out. So I would like to ask Mr. Zhao to feel aggrieved."
Zhao Rang nodded.
Black and white are no longer important at this moment. What is important is what is the purpose of Zhang Zong pouring a basin of dirty water on himself?
But after thinking about it, Zhao Rang couldn't understand this kind of behavior, even if it was for greater morality.
He had just returned from the Western Region, had a good night's sleep, walked around the city, met old friends, walked around the same places, and then suddenly he became a murderer.
"Where are you taking me?"
Zhang Zong pointed to the top of the first floor not far away and said:
"The current evidence does not prove that Mr. Zhao killed the person, but Mr. Zhao cannot clear his suspicion. So we have to stay in the building temporarily and wait for new evidence."
"Those who are clean will be clean themselves. I believe Mr. Zhao will be given justice soon."
Zhao Rang was noncommittal about this. The so-called fairness is better to say that it depends on his mood.
Ignoring the busy gazes on the street, Zhao Rang held his head high and was escorted to the first floor by a group of secret guards from the Investigation Department.
When he walked to the door, Zhao Rang suddenly said to Mr. Zhang:
"Commander Zhang, please give me a message."
Zhang Zong said politely:
"Master Zhao, please speak."
Zhao Rang said:
"First go to Luoyue Tower and tell Ximen Dazhuang that he doesn't have to eat with me these days. Then go to my house and tell the maid Yu Xi and ask him to send back the doctor sent by Ximen's family. I am not sick in the first place."
Zhang Zong nodded and agreed, and Zhao Rang immediately walked into the first floor.
The Investigation Department did not embarrass Zhao Rang, and the house prepared for him was very spacious and comfortable.
There is a tea stove on the small table in the room, with charcoal made of olive pits burning inside.
There was an exquisite purple sand teapot on the stove. The lid was constantly being pushed up by the boiling water in the pot, making a crisp knocking sound.
Every time the lid of the pot jumps, the rich aroma of tea will hit your nose.
Zhao Rang took a deep breath, inhaling this fragrant and fragrant breath into his lungs, and suddenly felt relaxed and happy all over his body.
The tea brewed in this teapot is not for drinking, but for smelling.
This kind of tea is produced halfway up the Yunwu Mountain, the highest mountain in the north. Only in early summer every year, if you camp at the foot of the mountain and climb slowly, can you gain something in early autumn.
Other expensive teas are said to be worth one ounce of tea and one ounce of gold. But Yunwu Mountain Tea, one or two teas can save a life!
Zhao Rang has never been to the palace and doesn't know what it's like there. Among the places he has been to, the one who boiled Yunwu Mountain tea so unscrupulously just to extract its aroma was the first floor.
There is a imperial concubine's couch next to the small table.
According to folklore, this kind of chair was the favorite of the last emperor's concubine. After Dawei founded the country, the founder of the country announced that the imperial concubine couch would be completely abolished in order to prevent future generations from being obsessed with beauty. Not only the royal family and princes and nobles are not allowed to use it, but the private sector is also not allowed to use it. Once discovered, regardless of status, one will be flogged forty times.
Even the Ximen family didn't touch this issue, but the first floor was displayed openly in the room. It has to be said that Zhang Zong is really a tree with strong roots and a strong foundation.
Zhao Rang looked at it for a while, then reclined on the imperial concubine's couch.
It has to be said that there is a reason why these luxurious things are so popular.
The imperial concubine's couch is indeed very comfortable.
It was more comfortable than all the chairs Zhao Rang had ever sat on and all the beds he had ever lied on.
Smelling the aroma of Yunwu Mountain Tea and lying on the comfortable imperial concubine's couch, Zhao Rang closed his eyes and felt that if murderers were treated like this, he would rather be a murderer.
No one here will be worried because he has been comatose for a few days, and no one will make noises because he drinks too much or too little.
No one put a knife to his neck or pointed a sword at his throat to force him to do something he didn't want to do.
Here, Zhao Rang is Zhao Rang, completely himself. Not someone's son, someone's brother.
The most important thing is that he doesn't need to hold a knife in his hand.
Just as Zhao Rang was enjoying this rare silence with all his heart, he suddenly felt two strong flows of energy outside the west window in the room.
"What a sword!"
Zhao let a carp stand upright, got up from the imperial concubine's couch, and came to the window.
Opening the window, I found a quiet courtyard outside.
There are many koi carp in the water pavilion verandah.
There is an open space surrounding the center of the verandah, and a Taoist wearing Taoist robes is standing in the center, holding an unsheathed sword.
There was another person opposite him, with a bare head and a Buddhist bead around his neck. He was a monk.
It was unusual enough for a Taoist priest and a monk to meet together, not to mention that the Taoist priest held a sword in his hand.
The Taoist priest flicked the sword with his finger, and the sound of the sword echoed in the small courtyard like a dragon's roar for a long time. Even the koi carp under the verandah are flocking to it, as if a real dragon has appeared in the world, and they are all chasing opportunities.
"It is indeed a good sword!"
The monk praised again.
He had already sighed once before.
"Monk, have you gone crazy by chanting sutras? Why did you say you have a good sword again!?"
"Amitabha, the poor monk said earlier that the best way to make a sword is to look at its shape. Just now, he said that the best way to make a sword is to hear its sound. The Buddha said: Don't judge everything based on appearance alone. Corresponding to the common saying, people should not be judged by their appearance, as the sea water It’s immeasurable.”
"The sword in your hand is of the highest quality, both on the outside and on the inside. That's why the poor monk said, 'It is indeed a good sword!'"
After the monk finished speaking, he nodded slightly and recited the Buddha's name again.
The Taoist priest laughed and cursed:
"You're a stinky monk. If you're a good sutra, you probably can only recite this line of Amitabha. But you have a very sharp eye for the quality of a sword, a life-killing blade!"
"and you……"
As soon as the Taoist priest started talking, a jade-colored white crane hanging on the hilt of his sword suddenly floated in the wind.
The word "be careful" was still stuck in Zhao Rang's throat, and the Taoist priest's sword was already pointing at the monk's throat.
Zhao Rang thought that this Taoist priest was a bit too despicable!
Not only did he take advantage of the monk's chanting of Buddha's name, but he also used words to distract the other person's spirit.
The Taoist robes and sleeves are fluttering on his body, and he looks quite immortal from the side. Unexpectedly, when he starts to use his hands, he is not as good as the bastard who does nothing all day long on the street!
It really does comply with the saying that the monk just said: people should not be judged by their appearance!
Zhao Rang wanted to climb over the window and go into the hospital to help, but when he saw that the Taoist priest's sword, which was approaching the monk's throat, suddenly changed its momentum and moved to the side, he restrained himself and continued to watch.
The Taoist priest's swordsmanship is exquisite, like a koi carp swimming in the corridor and sewer, free and silky, agile and transcendent.
The tip of the sword kept moving around the monk's body, weaving into a fine sword net.
The monk is like a fish caught in a net, with no room for struggle.
But the monk probably never thought about struggling from the beginning.
Zhao Rang could tell from his determination that the monk was by no means a mediocre person.
Concentration is confidence.
An incompetent person would have been frightened and fainted long ago when he saw such a sharp sword light surrounding him.
But not only did the monk not show any surprise, he didn't even move his eyes.
"The sword is a good sword, but you shouldn't use it like this!"
The monk suddenly said in an old voice.
Then he stretched his neck, shook off the beads he was carrying, held them in his right hand, and gently moved them forward.
The Taoist priest's sword was immediately entangled with Buddhist beads. The monk's hand exerted another force, and the sword could not advance or retreat.
The jade-colored white crane hanging behind the hilt of the sword lost its previous majesty, and now hung listlessly in the air. 1
