Jinan has a population of over one million, of which 60,000 to 70,000 speak with foreign accents. There are more than 8,000 people who have arrived in Jinan recently. Excluding the old, weak, women and children, there are still more than 3,000 people.
What we have to do is to find possible suspects from these more than 3,000 people: King Kong, King Kong, King King Kong, or... King Kong slave...
It is very difficult to do this. This workload cannot be achieved quickly even with modern work efficiency. What's more, if these people have official road signs, they can find someone to prove their whereabouts that night.
, you still can't decide which of them is the most suspicious.
However, through the head of the village, the shopkeepers of the shop and inn, and the information sources they controlled, Xia Xun compiled a large and effective information network. This information network continuously summarized the personnel information Xia Xun needed.
After going to the Inspector's Yamen, sorting, sorting and selecting, an impossible task became possible.
It is difficult to escape from such a large net, but it is even more difficult to find a small fish of the same color as the sand in such a large net. Xia Xun noticed Wang Yiyuan completely by chance.
Before that, he had personally investigated nearly a hundred people who were more suspicious. Wang Yiyuan's information did not come into his sight and attracted his attention at first. After Xia Xun eliminated the hundred and ten major suspects, he returned
When he went back to investigate again, Wang Yiyuan caught his attention.
Wang Yiyuan attracted his attention not because Wang Yiyuan was the shopkeeper of Dasheng Bookstore, and Dasheng Bookstore happened to have a clerk who was the victim, but because of Wang Yiyuan's special identity.
Wang Yiyuan was a scholar. When Xia Xun looked at his information, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. There were far from countless scholars in the early Ming Dynasty. This diploma was still quite valuable. It would be unavoidable for such a person to work as an accountant in a bookstore.
What a pity.
When he put Wang Yiyuan's information aside, he suddenly thought that Wang Yiyuan is a scholar, and scholars can travel around the world at will, but others cannot. Even if others have a guide, they can only follow the guide.
Walk to a prescribed destination and remember where you are going, and you cannot deviate from this route.
If Wang Jingangnu really fled Shaanxi, it would be far less convenient to escape with a fixed route guide than a certificate of scholar. With the certificate of scholar, he can change the route at any time, and the direction of escape is very flexible. It is obvious that
safer.
Xia Xun originally felt sorry for Wang Yiyuan because he was a scholar and accommodated himself to the accountant, and then thought that the most convenient document for Wang Jingang's slave to escape was the scholar's certificate rather than the road guide. However, this idea was put aside by him as soon as he started thinking about it.
Wang Yiyuan was brought back to his sight again.
Wang Yiyuan is a surname from Nanyang, Henan. Going west from there to Shangnan is Shaanxi. At the same time, his surname is Wang...
Xia Xun thought for a while, picked up his pen, and drew a circle on Wang Yiyuan's file. This meant that Wang Yiyuan had become a key investigation target that he wanted to personally investigate...
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Xia Xun put on plain clothes, took two of his followers from the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Mu Zifeng and Shi Dayang, and left the post house and took to the streets.
Walking on the streets, it feels like an imperial envoy paying a private visit incognito. Although he does not have an imperial envoy's flag or Shang Fang's sword.
The Metropolitan Procuratorate rectifies and impeaches hundreds of officials, vindicates those who have been wronged, and supervises each department. They are the eyes and ears of the emperor and are responsible for discipline. All ministers who are treacherous, villains, party members, and those who threaten and disrupt the government will be impeached. All officials are corrupt, corrupt, and violate official discipline.
Those who are academically dishonest, who submit a petition to state that chaos has become a constitution, and who hope to use it, are impeached.
In short, he can take care of anything that is not pleasing to his eyes. When he is on a business trip to inspect a place, he will report on big things and make decisions on small things. His authority is not unimportant. For such a person, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an imperial envoy.
Xia Xun didn't want to show off his authority. At this moment, he was conducting on-site investigations on the suspects one by one according to the list he selected. When he rushed to Dasheng Bookstore, this was already the first of the ten suspects he listed today.
There are four of them, and he has already checked the first three, first undercover and then in public, and found nothing suspicious.
Dasheng Bookstore has been relatively deserted these days. Due to the arrest of religious bandits, scholars have tried not to go out on the streets these days. There are also fewer people coming to buy books in the bookstore. When Xia Xun walked into the bookstore, he did not see anything alive.
As a student student, I saw two clerks standing there inside the counter, and several people wearing sackcloth and mourning outside the counter were talking around a man.
The two waiters saw him and thought they were just scholars who came in to buy books. One of the waiters immediately stepped out of the counter to greet him. Xia Xun raised his hand slightly to stop him from talking and glanced at those people.
It was a woman and two and a half-year-old children wearing linen and filial piety. The woman's eyes were red and swollen. She was talking to a tall and straight-breasted accountant with her back to Xia Xun.
I couldn't help wiping away tears again.
"Oh, these cult bandits are really inhumane. Brother Yao was implicated by the Li family this time and lost his life for no reason."
The accountant sighed with sympathy: "Mrs. Yao family, don't be too sad. The deceased is already dead. You should look ahead. Look, these nephews and nieces are so cute and cute.
These are the flesh and blood of Brother Yao. Madam of the Yao family, after you take this money and go back, you can raise your children well. Brother Yao will know better and rest in peace."
Xia Xun walked slowly to the side. As soon as he saw the appearance of the accounting room, his heart skipped a beat. It was such a familiar face. He suddenly remembered the scholar he saw at Xuzhou Ferry. He was walking alone with his luggage on his back.
, but he pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, not like a scholar, but like a general patrolling the camp...
"It's him!"
Xia Xun's eyes narrowed slightly.
Wang Yiyuan didn't see Xia Xun. The shopkeeper had gone out on business. He had told him in advance that the Yao family's wife was coming, and asked him to settle Yao Haoxuan's wages and pay an additional thirty pounds of pension. Wang Yiyuan had just handed over the money.
When he was in the hands of the Yao family, the Yao family was grateful and pulled him to talk about things. He couldn't just leave in shame, and was expressing her sympathy.
After taking the money, Mrs. Yao's wife started to cry again: "Thank you, shopkeeper, thank you Mr. Wang. My man is seeking death. The shopkeeper asked him to go to Li's house to place an order, but he didn't just leave."
However, Dao'er turned away to have a drink with someone and stayed until night before going to Li's house, where he bumped into the Palace of Hell.
The life of the slave family is really hard. I feel like the whole world has collapsed. I have been sick for two days before I got up. Fortunately, my boss is kind and gave me so much settlement allowance. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known how to live this day.
How's it going? Mr. Wang, please thank the shopkeeper and our boss on behalf of the slave family."
Wang Yiyuan said quickly: "It should be, it should be, no matter what, Brother Yao is always the one who belongs to my Dasheng store. Our boss treats people generously. Your family has suffered such a big thing, why don't we express our feelings to you?"
Alas, speaking of this matter, it is really fate. Brother Yao was fine. He just went to hand over an order form, but he was stabbed to death. "
Having said this, he asked with concern: "Has the body been claimed? When the funeral is held, Madam, please don't be polite and come to the store to say something. We are all going to help."
After hearing this, the two boys nodded repeatedly and hurriedly agreed. The wife of the Yao family wiped her tears and said: "Thank you, Mr. Wang, thank you two brothers. The body cannot be claimed now, and the slave family is also waiting for news from the government. My husband's family Ding
They are rare. As soon as there is news, we will inevitably have to ask for help from everyone when there is a funeral. I would like to thank you sir and the two eldest brothers first. I will go back now and don’t dare to disturb my boss’s business.”
Wang Yiyuan said: "It should be, it should be. Don't be polite, Madam Yao. When the time comes, you can give me a message and the brothers will definitely be there!"
Wang Yiyuan led two waiters and sent the Yao family's wife outside the hall. When he came back, he saw Xia Xun standing there, wearing a Confucian shirt and a Confucian scarf on his head. He was dressed as a scholar. He hurriedly stepped forward and clasped his fists.
He smiled and said: "Your Majesty, I'm being negligent. There's a guy in the small room. Something happened at home. I was just busy answering my family questions and didn't take care of you. Sir, do you want to buy a book or paper, ink and pen?"
Inkstone?"
Xia Xun's eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled and said, "You...are the shopkeeper here?"
Wang Yiyuan said hurriedly: "The shopkeeper has something to do and I am out here. I am the accountant here. Why, the young master has something to do with our shopkeeper?"
Xia Xun chuckled and said, "No, I'm not looking for your shopkeeper. I'm here... just for you. Does Mr. Wang still recognize me?"
"Um?"
Wang Yiyuan was stunned. He thought he had met an enemy who knew him, but when he carefully looked at Xia Xun for a moment, he had no impression of this person. He couldn't help but feel a little confused: "Your Excellency?"
Xia Xun opened his mouth and smiled: "Xuzhou Ferry, I have had a relationship with you once."
"Xuzhou Ferry..."
Wang Yiyuan thought for a moment and suddenly shouted: "Ah! I remembered it. It turns out that you are...you are the lord. Why did the lord come to Jinan?"
Xia Xun said: "Because I originally came to Jinan to serve as an official, and I currently work in the Shandong Provincial Department of Punishment and Punishment."
The smile on Wang Yiyuan's face froze slightly: "Yes, sir, you are here today... but do you want to buy books?"
Xia Xun's smile faded, his expression turned cold, and he said in a cold voice: "I said that I am here to find you today!"
Following his words, the two followers standing at the door immediately moved forward and held Wang Yiyuan hostage. This was also Xia Xun's plan. Xia Xun had used this trick against almost every suspect. If
The other party had something evil in his mind and had long been on guard against the government coming to arrest him. Xia Xun's roar and the cooperation of the two followers, even if he could not make him immediately resist, his expression would definitely change and reveal a flaw.
However, Wang Yiyuan's psychological quality was really good. He also changed his color, but he was the kind of panic and nervousness that a common person would feel when seeing the power of an official. He glanced left and right in surprise, looked at Xia Xun timidly and said:
"Sir, I wonder...what mistake have I made?"
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