The city lord thought there was something important about the letter from his compatriots.
After he scanned it, he saw that it was a letter of recommendation or a general flag, so he threw it aside impatiently.
"It's in a mess!"
He is so anxious now that he can't even bother to meet the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard, and he is also the commander-in-chief of Yancheng.
"What's going on over there at Jinyiwei?" the city lord asked.
The prefect shook his head.
Jin Yiwei was also at a loss.
boom!
The city lord punched down and smashed a table into pieces.
"Check, keep checking! I'm telling you, I can't continue to be the city lord, and you can't even think about it easy!"
The angry face of the city lord can scare a child to death.
The prefect just nodded...
"Wait a minute!" The city lord raised his hand.
"What?"
The prefect looked at the city lord.
The city lord ignored him and called to the steward to bring over the letter just now.
"He is good at solving crimes. He has solved cases of kappas, water ghosts, ghost babies, and people hanging themselves in Gujing Town..." the city lord muttered.
There was silence for a while.
He raised his head and told the butler, "Invite people in."
Lu Bai was quickly led into the city lord's mansion.
After passing through the verandah, rockery, and pond, we came to a small single-family building.
The small building is on the edge of a forest.
There are birds chirping and flowers fragrant in the forest, and deer occasionally appear.
Stepping into the small building, Lu Bai saw an adult sitting next to him with a depressed expression. The Lord of the City was sitting at the top, holding his letter of recommendation in his hand.
Lu Bai clenched his fist and successfully took the first step!
Three days!
"hehe!"
Lu Baicai didn't believe Liu Qianhu's words.
The trafficking of illicit salt in Yongle City was a temporary collaboration between Jin Yiwei and the admiral.
We'll have to part ways when we go back.
They would not reveal their trump card to Lu Bai.
It's different now.
If Lu Bai gets the chance to become the city lord, it will be easy to start a private salt business.
The city lord raised his head to look at Lu Bai and frowned.
He didn't expect Lu Bai to be so young, and the idea that he might give it a try was instantly in his stomach.
However, after the bonfire was extinguished, there was only a resurgence of hope - to be the flag general at a young age, maybe with two brushes.
"The letter said that you have a way of solving crimes." The city lord looked at him leisurely.
Lu Bai raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: "Well, the case?"
He glanced at the sluggish adult again, and his feet had just been cleaned, but there were still traces of water stains.
He nodded, full of confidence, "I have repeatedly solved strange cases in Yancheng. I have solved many difficult cases in the hands of Magistrate Lu."
"The tone is not small."
The city lord threw the letter aside and said, "Yongle City is not as good as Yan City. It doesn't want to surrender and beat you into a fight."
Lu Bai chuckled, "I never give in and win a fight."
In order to make the city lord believe him, Lu Bai mentioned the kidnapping case he solved before arriving.
As far as he knew, that group of people went from Yongle City.
The city lord was confused and asked the prefect next to him.
The prefect knew about several kidnapping cases in the city, and all ransoms were paid in exchange for the children. However, the case has not yet been solved.
The city lord couldn't help but look at Lu Bai.
"I already know your purpose of coming."
The city lord took a sip of tea and said, "I have a case. If you solve it, I will let them know. If you can't solve it..."
He didn't say.
it is more than words.
The city lord asked Lu Bai to go with the prefect, who would explain the case and assist Lu Bai in investigating the case.
Lu Bai and the magistrate came out of the city lord's mansion.
The prefect managed to put on a smile, which was worse than crying and said: "Mr. Lu Qi, you came at the right time."
The word "true" is emphasized very strongly.
Lu Bai felt for a moment that he was speaking sarcastically.
"This case has been widely spread in the city." The two of them got on the prefect's carriage and walked slowly eastward.
About half a month ago, a murder case occurred in Yongle City, and all the deceased were beheaded.
The head is missing.
The murderer came and went without a trace, and no trace could be found.
At first the deceased were common people, but later they involved businessmen and dignitaries.
Later, someone in Jinyiwei was also beheaded.
"To tell you the truth, the heads of the maid of the city lord's palace, the virgin concubine of the west factory owner, and the unlucky wife of the east factory owner were also cut off without any sound."
The prefect calculated on his fingers that there were probably hundreds of heads moved.
The city lord is under great pressure.
The common people are fine, but the heads of officials, imperial guards, and factory guards have been chopped off repeatedly. If this case is not solved quickly and spread to the capital...
This city lord is determined not to last long.
"Bang! Bang!"
The car stopped, and there was a sound of wooden fish coming from the front.
"All Buddhas in the past; all Buddhas in the future; all Buddhas in the present; all thoughts, all identities..."
Lu Bai lifted the curtain and saw a row of monks in front of them, all dressed in gray monk robes, knocking on wooden fish and walking along the road.
From time to time, people give alms by the roadside.
There are also people who exchange talismans from monks to pray for peace.
"A monk from Yongle Temple." The prefect lowered the curtain.
Master Pujian, the abbot of Yongle Temple, is a master of spiritual practice. He can pick leaves to eliminate evil spirits and twist flowers to exorcise evil spirits. The people in the city love him very much.
By the way, in the troubled times, the talisman of Yongle Temple also became their trustworthy talisman.
"...Yongle Ankang!"
The monks finally shouted "Amitabha" in unison and walked away into the distance.
"This case is obviously the work of a monster. Why don't you ask Master Pujian to eliminate the monster?" Lu Bai asked.
The Lord Magistrate smiled bitterly upon hearing this, "There is no shortage of masters in exorcizing demons."
In Yongle City alone, there are more than two masters who have entered the realm of cultivation, but these people are devoted to cultivation and will not help solve the case.
"If we knew what the monster was doing and where it lived, these practitioners would take action of their own accord." The prefect said.
Lu Bai nodded.
Quite true.
People in the spiritual realm can eliminate demons, but it is difficult for people to solve crimes.
Lu Bai and the prefect returned to the Yamen.
The prefect asked the scribe to move out all the files related to the case and put them in the room where Lu Bai temporarily worked.
Almost drowned Lu Bai.
There is no pattern to these cases, so the cases are arranged according to time without much regularity.
Lu Bai picked up a few files at random, glanced at them, and saw that the contents were mostly the same. It was just that on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, a deceased person was found with his head cut off.
The following is what they filled in during the autopsy:
The head was cut off with a sharp blade, the skin and flesh around the wound on the neck were tightened, and there were blood stasis all around, indicating that he was beheaded in a dream before his death.
Lu Bai dropped the file and rubbed his forehead, feeling very depressed.
The prefect was right, he came at the right time.
For such a nonsensical, aimless, and irregular case, it would be extremely difficult to find the murderer, and the murderer is a monster.
What's even more difficult is that the heads of all the corpses can't be found.
"Not really."
The scribe who was helping next to him answered.
At the beginning of the case, the prefect's Yamen offered a reward of one hundred silver to find the head of the corpse. A man named Wang Er once brought a head.
"It was later found out that the owner of the head was Wang Er's mother who was seriously ill in bed."
He exchanged his mother's head for the one hundred taels of silver.
"Hoo."
Lu Bai didn't expect that there would be such a crazy person, "Where is Wang Er now?"
If the keyboard warrior in the previous life fought, this guy would definitely be an Italian cannon.
"died."
The scribe turned out Wang Er's file and handed it to Lu Bai.
Wang Er received one hundred taels of silver, but before he could use a penny, his head was cut off with a sharp knife and he died.