The stunning woman wearing a red dress with eagles embroidered on it could only be the famous Yu Qiansi.
He recognized her from the moment she stood in front of the shop.
"I want to know, what holds these things together? If they are so sharp, how can they suddenly break into knots?"
The young man pursed his lips and said nothing.
Yu Qiansi raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, I'm not here today in the name of the Criminal Division."
If you don't use the name of the Criminal Division, you are not an official.
The young man then asked tentatively: "I wonder, how did you find out that it was broken?"
"In a basin of blood..."
The young man raised his head slightly, as if he hadn't thought of the answer subconsciously, but realized it immediately.
He cupped his fists and saluted, and said: "The little one can only tell you that all the answers are in this blood."
After saying that, they looked at each other sincerely and said nothing more.
Yu Qiansi accepted it as soon as it was good. Although he still had doubts, the main goal of this trip had been achieved.
He nodded his thanks and greeted Boyi, who was cold-faced, confused but obedient, to leave.
Standing by the stream again, the sound of blacksmithing behind me sounded enthusiastic again, but this time, it was a little absent-minded.
Boyi asked: "Is this blacksmith shop the last piece of the puzzle?"
Yu Qian Si calmed down and said, "No, I was just trying to scare off the enemy and make a friend by the way."
Boyi smiled bitterly, you did that just now, does this count as making friends?
I heard her continue: "You are the last piece of the puzzle."
Boyi knew that the matter was serious, and although he was still puzzled by what she had just done, he still explained the situation obtained through the investigation one by one.
"Your direction is good. There are indeed many old residents in Dunhuafang. They have moved their families because there have been too many patients there in recent years."
Yesterday, she noticed that the people gathered in Xinghua Lane looked young, and some even spoke with accents.
But looking at the appearance of the houses in Dunhuafang, it doesn't look like they were built in recent years. When we think of Jingying Temple setting up a hospital to provide alms and practice medicine, we can figure it out.
The old residents must have thought this place was unlucky, and most of them moved away.
So, Boyi inquired in many ways and finally found an old man who once settled in Dunhuafang.
After patiently chatting with the old man for a long time, I found out some past events about the Weaver Girl Temple.
"The old man said that before the door fight came, there was always a generous donor who would come to the Zhinu Temple from time to time to sweep and worship, and also asked the residents in the alley to take more care of the temple."
"But it's been so long that the old man can't even remember what he looked like."
There is no regularity in the arrival of people. Sometimes they come quickly, sometimes they take a long time to come.
"Later, the lady became a stooge and lived in the temple. They seemed to have met a few times." The old man recalled this and still rambled. According to the good man's character, the lady must have received a lot of benefits.
"Did he tell me, what are the characteristics of this good man?" Yu Qian asked casually, turning around.
Boyi also asked the old man the same question.
"The old man said that he is just an ordinary-looking middle-aged man. But..."
At this point, a trace of indescribable confusion flashed across Boyi's black eyes, as if he was suddenly trapped in a fog and couldn't tell the direction.
Yu Qiansi was not anxious and remained silent, waiting for the next chapter.
"However, the old man mentioned that once, when he was talking to Shuo Yu, he saw the good man showing his right hand. There seemed to be a strange scar on the back of the hand, which looked like...a butterfly."
Shuo Yu was the son of that Men Dou, and he was also the man who Yu Qiansi and the others captured early this morning at the Zhinu Temple, and admitted in public that he was the murderer.
Yu Qiansi let out a long sigh, just in time the strong wind ruffled the blue waves of the wheat waves.
Summer is approaching, and the rain is getting heavier day by day.
The string of beads in her heart was connected end to end.
There is no doubt that the good man is Guanshi Cao.
Have scars on your hands?
No wonder he said that he uses his left hand well because he must be afraid of others discovering the scar.
What was even smarter for him was that he was worried that reorganizing the list would look too deliberate and deliberately blurred the handwriting, which made Yu Qiansi not suspect him at the first time.
What surprised her was that Guanshi Cao actually had such a connection with the Weaver Girl Temple.
It's no wonder Liu Xiaoxing can participate in the flower lady selection.
The two of them returned to the gate of the square and saw Shang Fu coming in a hurry despite the scorching sun and strong wind.
As he walked, he never forgot to hold on to his official hat.
Dressed in Fei Yi, he was particularly conspicuous. People around him unconsciously locked their eyes on him.
For some reason, Shang Fu always liked to wear official uniforms.
Boyi couldn't help but murmur: Is this an official addiction?
When Shang Fu saw the two of them, he gasped and sighed: "Master Yu, I have found you."
I just feel like every word I say is like swallowing red charcoal.
"Fortunately, I have found the whereabouts of the person surnamed Zheng. Oh, the person we were looking for is on his back. Guess what? He is hiding somewhere and living happily in the same room outside!"
Zheng Yi obeyed his parents' orders last year and married a Hedong lion. But he was a romantic by nature. In addition to hanging out in the flower shop every day, he also kept an outhouse. In a month, he probably spent most of his time outside.
His wife had also made trouble before, but by some chance, she figured it out and just held on to the power of running the house, letting Zheng Yi do whatever he wanted outside and paying no attention to it.
Zheng Yi's mother saw that her daughter-in-law was young and not only kept the house in good order, but also had a big belly, so she felt special pity for her. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were better than their own mother and daughter.
However, the bad thing was that Zheng Yi's wife was pregnant in her outer room. Zheng Yi's wife was nowhere to be found.
The family gave him two choices, either to leave the mother and keep the son, or to give the family a legitimate son.
But Zheng Yi and the outsider were deeply in love, so they didn't want to choose either one.
He had no choice but to hide the outer room. Therefore, Shang Fu spent a lot of effort to find the outer room.
After finishing a series of words, Shang Fu felt even more thirsty.
Although there was a teahouse nearby, he still had lingering fears about what happened last time.
He just raised his voice and asked: "Master Yu, why don't we go and take a look together? If you set up an ambush, we will surely catch the murderer in one fell swoop!"
However, Yu Qiansi looked past him and looked at the few people behind Shang Fu who came with servants Fengchen.
It was a rare sight: people from Dali Temple came together with Wuyawei.
The strong wind stirred up the sand and dust, and the jade shallow four stood facing the wind.
He smiled and said to the two people around him: "Why don't we make a bet?"
Shang Fu shuddered when he heard this, and his head shook like a rattle.
Make a bet with her?
The last person she bet with is still lying on the bed with a broken leg.
Boyi didn't know what he recalled, and his dark eyes were full of smiles.
"Okay, what's the bet?"
"Just bet...why these people came."
"Where's the bet?"
"Not too much, not too much, just a pot of fine wine."
Boyi said "hmm", with a tone that made a child happy, as if he had already prepared a losing posture.
"I guess they came to tell us that Manager Cao is dead."
Yu Qiansi's thin lips parted slightly, her determination and indifference contained murderous intent.
