"I'm just an informant. I don't need you to go there in person, right?"
"This informant is not an ordinary person. He is the only line we put in the vagina. I'm afraid it was his line that caught the fish in the end."
On the road, two people, one tall and one short, were walking. The tall man had a strong build, and his clothes were bulging. His thick neck forced him to lower his head to look at the road, as if he was always ready to fight with someone.
Such a strong man followed a short man with a thin body, and he was respectful when talking to the short man.
"I have indeed heard that horse walkers travel between the yin and yang worlds and have a very high status in the yin gate, but these are just market legends and cannot be trusted."
"Legend is not water without a source. There are so many evil businesses in the Yin Sect. Among those who touch gold and fish for corpses, who are not powerful people? Why do they admire the horse walkers? This means that the horse walkers must be somewhat powerful.
Means. As detectives, we must have good relations with all religions and professions... You are still too young and do not understand the ways of our profession."
The tall man said that I am more than ten years older than you. I don’t know who is too young... But he did not dare to talk back and just followed the short man.
"Hey, we're here. I'll negotiate with him when I go in later. As for you, listen more, watch more and talk less."
"Yes."
"You should also be careful. His role in Xu Baocai's case is very subtle, and he must be very powerful. Don't treat him as an ordinary restaurant owner."
"Uh, Mr. Zhao, why is this door closed?"
"Shh, listen..."
Zhao Xuan put her ear against the door panel and listened carefully to the noise coming from inside:
"Oh, my dear mother, Grandpa, please spare me a life, oh-"
When the tall man heard this, he became anxious: "Master Zhao, the enemy has come to visit us!"
"Take the door panel apart!"
"Master Zhao, take a step back!"
The tall man just pushed, and the door panel immediately shattered. His huge body like a bear rushed into the store and shouted: "Hey! Who is here..."
"Mom, Dad, please stop fighting——"
"Xiao Shi, let go of your hand! I have to beat this little beast to death today!"
"Shopkeeper Qian, we can't hit him any more. If we hit him again, he will go down to accompany your brother!"
An old man who was as strong as the tall man but had gray hair took a feather duster and beat him like crazy on the young man who was tied up with his legs in the air. The other man knelt on the ground, hugging the old man's waist and interceding for the young man.
.
The young man and the old man were both immersed in their own worlds and did not notice the two people who broke into the door. Only the man raised his head after hearing the sound and looked at them in shock.
"Mr. Zhao, who among you is the informant?"
Zhao Xuan cleared her throat and said, "Ahem, are you guys busy?"
"I'm not busy, I'm not busy." Zhou Shi let go of Shopkeeper Qian's waist, stood up, and said while dusting off the ashes, "What do you two want?"
At this time, he had already recognized Zhao Xuan and knew that she came because of his signal.
Zhao Xuan acted like a playboy, glanced around the store, and asked, "Are you free in the private room?"
"Yes, yes, you two, please come up! Shopkeeper Qian, why don't you take a break first?"
Qian De'an flicked the feather duster, sat on the bench angrily, slapped the table and said: "Bring tea!"
Several waiters were frightened by Shopkeeper Qian's anger and hid behind the curtain to watch the show when he whipped the second boss. Only then did they rush to prepare tea for Shopkeeper Qian.
Zhou Shi glanced at Zhu Benshan, who was lying on the ground moaning, and made a mental calculation, thinking that he still had about three points of vitality, so he went upstairs with two "distinguished guests" with confidence.
As soon as she entered the elegant room, Zhao Xuan sat down with her legs crossed and asked for sweet soup.
The big man following Zhao Xuan stood against the wall, with his hands crossed and his eyes fixed on Zhou Shi.
"Ahem, Xiao He, please sit down too. Shopkeeper Zhou is not an outsider either." Zhao Xuan introduced, "This is He Shouxin, a silver medal agent of the Ministry of Punishment, my deputy. If there is no emergency in the future, he and I will
Please contact us."
Zhou Shi cupped his hands and said, "Master He, Zhou Shi, a common man, is willing to serve the imperial court as hard as a dog or horse."
"Okay, okay, tell me what you want from me." Zhao Xuan picked up a bowl of sweet soup and said.
"That's right, yesterday..."
Zhou Shi recounted what happened to the scholar, from when he "received information that a scholar had not shown up for a few days" to how the scholar turned into a ghost and was captured by himself and Mr. Mo, covering up the matter of entertaining ghosts at the Yinhun Inn.
Because it takes too much effort to talk about this, and it is not good for outsiders to know about the things in the vagina.
Zhao Xuan had finished two bowls at this time and was about to get the third bowl, but her fingers twitched in the air and put it back, as if she wanted to save it for the last time.
"Fire ghost? Flying centipede? This..." He Shouxin turned his gaze to his boss, as if he wanted to prove something.
Silver medal police officers are actually the most numerous among the armed forces directly under the Ministry of Justice, followed by the local police officers commonly known as "iron medal" officers. Although he has good skills, his abilities and knowledge are far from those of gold medal police officers.
Never seen anything like this before.
Zhao Xuan was calm and asked: "Have you disposed of the flying centipede?"
"I set a fire, and he should have been burned to death."
She lowered her head and thought for a while, then said: "Well, that's why the scholar turned into a ghost soon after his death, and someone ransacked his house and took away the books he copied before he died. There are traces of human manipulation.
Right?"
He Shouxin seemed to have discovered a hidden corner of the world, and he was so surprised that his eyebrows almost reached his hairline.
"My guess is this: the murderer killed the scholar for some purpose, left a flying centipede in the house to deal with the people who came to find out the matter, and deliberately created the illusion of rummaging in the room, and then took it away
Got that book."
Zhao Xuan's tone was quite flat, as if she was saying "This sweet soup is not sweet enough", but Zhou Shi was greatly shocked.
Although the information Zhao Xuan obtained was "processed" by him, her speculation was far from her own!
"I'm afraid I have to trouble you to explain this."
"I don't blame you. The murderer used a lot of deceptive tricks. I'm afraid that an inexperienced police officer would also be deceived." Zhao Xuan said, reaching for the sweet soup.
"First of all, if the murderer wanted the book, why didn't he just go and steal it from the original owner? If the book was very important and kept closely guarded by the original owner, then how could the original owner lend it to an outsider so casually for copying? It doesn't make sense.
, so the murderer may not necessarily be here for that book.
"Then, to deal with a scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken, why use a powerful poisonous insect like a flying centipede? Is it to cover up the cause of death? But they have already taken the body away! Is it to cover up the identity? But they also used the flying centipede to cover up the cause of death?
If the centipede stays, it is easy to think that it is the work of someone from the Gu sect. Therefore, the flying centipede can only stay to deal with others.
"Finally, you should have discovered that the scholar's room is so big, there is no place to hide the book, and there is no need to rummage. So the traces of rummaging are also fake."
Zhao Xuan's analysis was very clear and logical, but Zhou Shi fell silent after listening to it. He had to admit that this girl, who seemed a bit short-sighted, was far ahead of him in reasoning!