"You two, kick out all these three idlers?" The Yamen servant who had just yelled at them had not waited for Qin An to give the order, but he was trying to please him.
"Pah!" Qin An turned around and saw Liu Ningshi making a face at him. He was so shocked that his official hat almost fell off. He stretched out his hand and slapped the yamen servant: "Go away, you blind thing! When did Miss Liu San become an idler?" Is anyone waiting?"
"Third Miss, these yamen servants have never seen the world and are ignorant. Please don't be the same as them." Qin An, an old official in the officialdom, has mastered the ability to adapt to the changing circumstances. "I don't know, Third Miss." What's the matter here?"
"Master Qin, Ningshi suspects that shopkeeper Qian is related to the robbery of Miss Misu!" Liu Ningshi put away her mischief and walked out from behind Tong Bo: "I want to ask about this case personally."
"Since Miss Liu wants to investigate, I will naturally cooperate with you fully." Qin An was eager to reject this difficult case that had the risk of losing his head; when he saw Liu Ningshi taking the initiative to take over the matter, he felt exactly what he wanted, so he followed the flow and said: "How many of you? I will fully cooperate with Miss Liu in investigating the case."
"Yes!" Several government officials responded in unison. The government official who had just been slapped quickly saw the opportunity and immediately stepped forward to please him: "This villain is blind and cannot see the mountains. I hope Third Miss can forgive me."
"Don't say so many useless things. What have you found out?" Liu Ningshi was disgusted with these government servants who acted according to the circumstances, and her tone was not good.
"Wu Zuo, can you tell the third lady about the condition of the corpse?" The yamen servant was helpless and had no choice but to vent all his resentment on Wu Zuo.
"Is it you? You must have killed him!" While Liu Ningshi, Qin An and the Yamen were talking, a young novice monk who was watching suddenly pointed at Zhiyuan beside him: "Since you, the disaster star, came to the temple, everyone has been I haven’t had a day to live in peace!”
"Yes, yes, yes!" Along with the little novice's cry, the other novices all pointed at his wisdom.
"Why do you say it was done by little master Zhiyuan?" Liu Ningshi on the side saw everyone accusing Zhiyuan and stood up to fight the injustice.
"This man was brought into the temple by Zhiyuan!" The young novice who had previously accused Zhiyuan shouted again: "And who else in the temple besides Zhiyuan has such ability to kill people?"
"Shut up, everyone!" Ye Hu, who had always been calm, shouted, "Let's hear what Wu Zuo has to say first, and it's not too late to make a decision."
"I have just carefully inspected the body, and there was no sign of poisoning." The man carrying the wooden box seemed humble and did not say a word: "The body was slightly stiff, and he should have been dead for more than four hours; there was no blood on his body, and there was no trace of blood on his chest. There is a faint palm print in front of it.”
"Sure enough, the shape of this palm print is the injury caused by Zhiyuan's evil skill; and yesterday at Haishi, Zhiyuan gave the benefactor a supper." After hearing Wu Zuo's explanation, the little novice monk clasped his hands in front of Qin An and said, "The time skill The law is right, please make the decision to arrest Zhiyuan and bring him to justice."
"Miss Liu, come here and take a look?" Tong Bo ignored the little novice's shouting and just quietly stepped next to the body to examine it carefully: "Does this palm power seem familiar to you?"
"This?" Liu Ningshi was originally afraid of seeing the corpse, so she reluctantly walked over with half-closed eyes when she heard Tong Bo's call: "It looks a lot like Vajra Fist Jin? Could it be Zuo Tianhao again?"
"Miss Liu, the cause of his death is not just this palm!" Tong Bo smiled and pointed at a very unclear thin line in the middle of the palm print: "This wound was also one of the factors of death!"
"Huh? This wound looks like it was injured by a sharp short blade!" Ye Hu also stepped forward to check and came to his own conclusion.
"Ye Huwei is indeed an expert." Tong Bo stood up and said, "Miss Liu, do you think this wound looks like it was cut by the Black Eagle's blade?"
"It's very similar, but there are many weapons that can cause such wounds." Liu Ningshi pulled out a dragon-shaped dagger from her waist, and the dagger blade was wiped with a dazzling cold light: "This dagger can also cause such wounds."
"But it's rare to see such a powerful punch combined with such a sharp blade!" Tong Bo turned to ask Zuo Zuo again: "Are his internal organs damaged?"
"My heart was shattered by the force of my palm!" Wu Zuo answered Tong Bo's question truthfully.
"Zuo Tianhao can do it with both palm strength and weapons." Tong Bo stood up with a smile: "I don't know what kind of skills Master Zhiyuan practices. It can be used with weapons!"
"This!" Zhiyuan hesitated and said:
"The young monk was taught meditation skills by the abbot. The monks are compassionate, so they have no weapons."
"Isn't it?" the little novice monk shouted again: "Why don't you dare to tell everyone about the palm power of your evil skills?"
"Master Zhiyuan, just now this master said that you went to deliver supper at midnight yesterday?" Tong Bo asked again: "Did shopkeeper Qian want this for himself?"
"Yes, this donor has the habit of eating midnight snacks!" Zhiyuan nodded: "After the lecture yesterday, the monk went to deliver the midnight snack. At that time, the donor was still fine, but he kept blaming the monk for being late."
"Then how long did you stay in Shopkeeper Qian's room?" Tong Bo looked around at the situation in the room.
"Didn't you stay?" Zhiyuan clasped his hands and said, "After the supper was delivered, the young monk went on patrol at night."
"Couldn't it be someone from outside who sneaked into the temple to commit the crime?" Liu Ningshi had long disliked this young novice monk and glared at him: "Zuo Tianhao has this ability."
"Based on Zhiyuan's ability to detect evil? Wouldn't he not know if an outsider entered the temple?" The little novice monk expressed his objection, as if Zhiyuan would not stop until he admitted that he had killed someone.
"Yes! Sir, please arrest Zhiyuan and bring peace to the temple." All the novices shouted at the instigation of the young novice.
"I don't know what to call this master?" Tong Bo's eyes flashed coldly, and then he smiled at the little novice monk who kept shouting.
"The little monk's name is Zhiling!" The little novice monk pretended to clasp his palms towards Tong Bo, but his eyes were provocative.
"Tong fell down and has something unknown. I want to ask Master Zhiling for advice!" Tong Bo also clasped his hands towards the little novice monk: "Since Shopkeeper Qian was brought into the temple by Master Zhiyuan, if he is killed again in the temple, there will be no sound here. Three hundred taels?"
"How does this young monk know?" This wise spirit is very articulate and can make up things out of thin air: "Perhaps Zhiyuan is interested in making money after knowing the identity of this donor."
"Oh? Really?" Tong Bo shook his head and smiled: "I don't know if Master Zhiyuan is interested in money, but you are sure to be interested in money!"
"What are you talking about?" Zhiling's eyelids flickered and he looked at Tong Bo with a mixture of shock and anger: "The donor is making such nonsense. If there is no evidence, the monk will definitely seek justice from you."
"Master Zhiling, if I'm talking nonsense, how about I let you deal with it?" Tong Bo smiled and asked Zhiyuan: "Are the bracelets and beads worn by the monks in your temple all made of golden nanmu? "
"Golden nanmu? How is that possible?" Zhiyuan was startled, then took off his bracelet and handed it to Tong Bo: "The bracelets and beads worn in the temple are all made of ordinary pine wood."
"Little Master Zhiling, do you dare to show everyone your bracelet and beads?" Tong Bo said, but he winked at Liu Ningshi.
"What's so good about a string of beads on a bracelet?" Zhiling subconsciously covered the beads on her right wrist when Tong Bo said this.
"Zhiling, if the donor wants to see it, just take it out and have a look!" A young novice in front of the door said this, which immediately caused the other novices to boo.
Liu Ningshi's right palm came from behind Zhiling like a ghost, and grabbed his right wrist. Unexpectedly, Zhiling was not an ordinary person, and his left palm suddenly tightened and broke free from her palm.
Liu Ningshi missed the target, took a step forward, and struck out with her right palm towards Zhiling's chest, trying to force him to turn around and protect himself.
"Bang!" Zhi Ling hurriedly exchanged palms with Liu Ningshi and took two steps back.
"Oh! Everyone has seen that Master Zhiling's palm power also matches the palm prints on Shopkeeper Qian's body, right?" Tong Bo took advantage of the situation and poured dirty water on Zhiling's body.
"Are you talking nonsense? Don't believe this person?" Zhiling finished, losing his composure and smart speech: "He clearly wants to help Zhiyuan get away."
But everyone looked at Zhiling with suspicion. No matter how much he yelled, no one believed him. Some just looked at him with suspicion and contempt.
"Master Zhiling, how did you get the idea to kill shopkeeper Qian when you saw Cai and you didn't recruit him?" Tong Bo just looked at him with a smile, as if just by his few words, Zhiling was really the murderer. .
"I didn't. You're talking nonsense, you're slandering." Zhiling pointed at Tong Bo, already starting to speak a little incoherently.
"Master Qin, please take this person to prison first." Liu Ningshi no longer wanted to listen to Zhiling's nonsense.
"You take him down to be punished." The two government officials escorted Zhiling out of the door, still shouting.
"Amitabha, thank you so much for defending this young monk!" Zhiyuan saluted Tong Bo.
"Master Zhiyuan, there's no need to be polite. I'm just discussing matters as they arise." Tong Bo returned the gesture: "I don't mean to be biased."
"Guard Tong is really observant. It's such a pity to just be a night guard." Ye Hu's eyes when he saw Tong Bo changed completely. It is said that hearing is false and seeing is reality. Although Tong Bo has no skills, that's all. Wisdom is rare.
"I just saw it by chance." Tong Bo came to Ye Hu's side and said with a smile: "Actually, Ye Huwei has discovered the clues a long time ago. If I can't find it, Master Zhiyuan will be fine with your protection. "
"Ye discovered that Guard Tong is also very good at joking sometimes." Ye and Tong looked at each other and laughed.
In the back hall of Sanshun Bank, a fat middle-aged man carefully tasted the Qiu Luoyan in the cup, with a look of intoxication on his face; Yin Ying sat aside and held her chin, quietly admiring, and was responsible for serving. The wrinkled old man who made tea was waiting on a group of people with a long-spout pot.
"Xiaoying, I really didn't expect to see you in Jinling City? I didn't expect to drink such authentic Qiu Luoyan in Jinling City." This middle-aged man is Yin Tianfeng, the general manager of Sanshun Bank and the head of the Yin family. .
"Ying also accidentally knew that Master Wan knew how to make this tea, otherwise she wouldn't have dared to boast in front of her second uncle." Yin Ying waved towards the door and said with a smile: "This young man was disrespectful to my second uncle just now. Please, please." Uncle is disappointed."
"You are a villain who cannot see Taishan. Boss, please forgive me!" The boy who was beaten knelt down in front of Yin Tianfeng with a plop under the watchful eyes of the other two boys.
"As the saying goes, he who doesn't know is not guilty!" Yin Tianfeng laughed like Maitreya Buddha every time: "If Dazhuang hadn't done it first, he would have done nothing wrong as a businessman."
"Thank you, boss, thank you, boss!" The boy who was beaten kowtowed as if he was pounding garlic.
