Gu Changfeng spent a lot of effort to barely calm himself down.

A sharp-eyed man saw Gu Changfeng in the crowd, but did not come up to greet him. He just whispered a few words with his friends around him, and then left in groups. The rumors about Gu Changfeng were naturally much smaller at this time. However, the meaningful eyes of people when they left seemed to tell Gu Changfeng that this kind of discussion would not only not calm down, but would even become more and more intense.

Gu Changfeng twisted his thighs, forced himself to raise his last spirit and courage, and slowly walked towards the closest detective to him.

After taking a deep breath, Gu Changfeng reached out and patted the detective on the shoulder.

The detective turned around and frowned and asked, "Who are you? Why did you disturb the government office from handling the case?"

A sincere smile was piled up on Gu Changfeng's face: "Reply to the words of the adults, Gu Jiu, the grass-roots man lives in the end of this alley..."

Before Gu Jiu finished speaking, he was interrupted by the constable: "Okay, okay, your house is eight feet away from here, and you can't burn your house. Go back and fall asleep."

The conversation between the two attracted all three constables around them. A thin constable, as thin as a monkey, straightened the sword on his waist, and looked impatient: "Boy, let me tell you, for this fire case, we were dragged out of our wife's quilt at night to make up for this matter. We are one of them bigger than the other. Don't bump into the fire without knowing the sky and the earth."

Gu Changfeng smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "The young man doesn't want to involve this matter, but the young man works in this food house. Now the food house has caught fire, and the small man's job has been ruined. If you don't understand it, we can't do it."

"Even if you are helping with a worker here, then..." The thin detective waved impatiently, but suddenly stopped halfway, and a shiny light appeared in his eyes, and he asked slowly, "Are you helping with a worker here?"

Gu Changfeng nodded honestly.

"What's your name?"

"Little Gu Jiu, I just reported to the adults."

"Haha, I'm really searching for something without any effort to get it!" The thin detective patted the scabbard on his waist and laughed, "I'll do you know, we guys..."

But as soon as he was halfway through his words, a companion pulled his sleeve and cut off his words.

The strong constable seemed to have a high status. As soon as he took action, the thin constable immediately stopped talking. The former stepped forward and took two steps, looked Gu Changfeng up and down, "Are you Gu Jiu?"

"It's like a fake one." Gu Changfeng straightened his back and answered honestly, "I'm talking about the young man who is just a servant. Who else would pretend to be a young man?"

The iron ruler in the right hand of the Zhuangshuo Constable gently patted the palm of his left hand, and asked inadvertently: "How did you get the injuries in your body?"

Gu Changfeng owed his body: "Two days ago, I went out of the city with those salt merchants for a trip and met the horse bandits. This is how this problem happened."

"Those horse bandits are cruel by nature and have good skills. Why are you all coming back intact?"

"The young man has given the blessings of those salt merchants. He is brave in the guarding of the hospital. The Jiang family worshipped him in time, so he was lucky to come back in a hurry."

"After being tied up by those horse bandits, are you detaining alone or together?"

"One person, one cave, and is held alone."

"Who can testify that night you stayed in the cave?"

"All the horse bandits died, and there is no evidence of death."

A gleam flashed in the detective's eyes: "When did you return to the city?"

"Last evening, many people saw it at the city gate."

"Who is this woman by your side? I think she has a little face. She shouldn't be from Zhan Yingcheng, right?"

"No, it's someone from Luo Yun City, with all the information on the road."

"Where did you go that night after you returned to the city?"

"At the house of the blind old man in Niwa Lane, Aunt Wang next door once said a few words to the young man."

"Is it the Laotian who helped at Niuji Inn?"

"That's right, it's that old Tian. I didn't expect you to know this old blind man."

"Don't interrupt me. After you answer my words, I will answer your questions one by one." The constable waved his hand and looked at the wreckage of the food hall and asked, "Lao Tian is a good person, but you suddenly come back so late, it's dark. What should I do if Lao Tian is alone at home? Do you have the care of your neighbor, Aunt Wang?"

Gu Changfeng smiled and pointed out the loophole in the constable's words: "Sir, you forgot that Lao Tian has been blind for half his life. What's the difference for him...day and night?"

The detective stared at Gu Changfeng's face for a long time, and finally pulled the corner of his mouth after retracting his gaze, which was a smile: "You reminded me that I almost forgot about this..."

Gu Changfeng bowed slightly: "What else should I ask if sir? Even if you open your mouth, the younger ones will know everything."

The detective shook his neck slightly: "Have you heard all the rumors and rumors of the onlookers before?"

Gu Changfeng sighed and nodded, "I know a little bit."

"Okay, very good. It seems that you are not only handsome, but also smart. I like to talk to smart people, which is easy to deal with, and don't have to go around the corner." The constable played with the iron ruler in his hand, with a playful expression, "Since you hear it, it's easy to deal with. I can tell you that although there is no evidence for these things, they are not a stolen shadow."

Gu Changfeng stared at the constable: "You suspect that I killed Mr. Ruan, and then after returning to the city, he set a fire to eliminate all the previous clues?"

The detective lowered his head, put his hands behind his back and slowly wandered around Gu Changfeng, and at the same time he slowly said, "You said this, I didn't say it."

Gu Changfeng pursed his lips and looked solemn: "Since ancient times, the people have not fought with officials. Since you said that, even if I say ten thousand more, I will be useless to talk. I want to take me away, so I will follow you."

"You don't have to stab me with words." The constable stopped and looked at the government gate that was vaguely visible in the darkness in the distance, and said coldly, "Although this Zhanying City is not the kind of sing in the opera, it is not the kind of hell that is rude and slandered. I will not touch you until the evidence is obtained, but I will remind you first. Your name is in my heart now. If I find any clues, Gu Jiu, I will set fire in the city, I don't have to recite the Daqian Law for you. What consequences should you know?"

Gu Changfeng replied concisely: "I know, I'm guilty of death!"

"Very good, what do you want to ask? Now I'll give you a quarter of an hour." The constable said, waved his hand and whispered to the three colleagues around him, "Okay, things are almost done here. I'll test this kid again, you guys go back to sleep."

"It's still Brother Zhao who knows that he loves people, so let's leave first. After you finish your work, you can go back and go to bed early."

The thin detective quickly nodded and responded, flattered quietly, and then left with the other two.

After the three constables left, Gu Changfeng took a deep breath and then made up his mind to ask the most critical question: "Are Qin Sanniang and Xie Song... in the hut?"

Gu Changfeng did not realize that his left hand had turned a little white because he tried too hard. He stared at the lips of the constable named Zhao, his heartbeat, his mouth was dry, fearing that he would hear a positive answer.

The detective pondered for a moment and finally said slowly: "Only one corpse was found in the food hall."

Gu Changfeng's eyes suddenly widened, and his voice trembled: "It's still dead..., whose bones belong to this one?"

The detective looked up at the bright starry sky and murmured: "It's a child's corpse. Now the corpse has been burned into a piece of black charcoal. It was handed over to the coroner for a autopsy half an hour ago. The official document will not be taken out tomorrow. But it should... it should be Xie Song, the son of Qin Sanniang. He...he is only seven years old..."

Xie Song's tender and innocent face suddenly appeared in Gu Changfeng's mind. This little follower who once followed his butt every day. This little boy who came home from school and showed off to him that he had known a few words today. This little guy who occasionally steals a few pieces of cooked meat from the kitchen is gone.

Gu Changfeng staggered. Fortunately, Xuejian, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, immediately came to support Gu Changfeng, which avoided the ending of causing him to fall to the ground.

"He is only... he is only seven years old." Gu Changfeng unconsciously repeated the last sentence of the detective, his eyes were dull.

The constable sighed softly, and in a flash, his face regained a cold look, "So, this murderer who set fire, I must catch him and send him to the guillotine with my own hands to comfort the child's dead soul."

Gu Changfeng took a long time to ask, "Then...what about Qin Sanniang?"

"I'm sorry, I took the people for a long time, but I couldn't find Qin Sanniang. I guess... she must have been taken away by the murderer."

The constable had a small voice, but it hit Gu Changfeng's heart like spring thunder.

Gu Changfeng's face was bloodless, and all his strength was completely drained at this moment. He grabbed Xue Jian's round and slender right arm with his left hand. His lips moved, and finally said: "This ending is not much better than death."

The detective suddenly looked back and looked at Gu Changfeng, and then slowly said, "My name is Zhao Tiesuo, the detective of the government office. No matter whether the murderer is you or someone else, I will arrest him with my own hands!"
Chapter completed!