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Chapter 18: Why didn't you follow the script

As soon as the two sat down, Xiao Shan and Li Xian ran over.

"Master Song, Mr. Qin, that man is indeed suspicious. Everyone went to Yuan Tower to watch the lanterns and guess lantern riddles, but that man squeezed out of the crowd and ran in the direction of Wangxiang Tower."

"Yes, Brother Xiao and I followed him to Wangxiang Building. The man entered the building and never came out again."

"Well done. You should go and play lantern riddles with your family. The prizes this time are really good."

Xiao and Li left, and Song Ci walked to the window, from where he could see the entire yard.

"Master Song, are you looking for any trace of Princess Chaoyang?"

Song Ci was stunned, turned around, and said with a smile: "Qin Shaobai, can your eyes only see what they should see?"

"Okay, I'm just waiting for the murderer to come."

Song Ci sat down and took the tea from Qin Shaobai: "Qin Shaobai, even if the murderer comes to steal this pendant, you will be unable to defeat him with your abilities. Is it possible that you want the girl from Yuanlou?

Will they help us?"

Qin Shaobai waved his hand and pointed to the box placed aside: "That box is really a mechanism box. Once a person touches it, he will automatically surrender."

Seeing that Song Ci was dubious, Qin Shaobai didn't say anything and just drank the tea in his hand.

Suddenly there was a flute sound in the air. The sound was not sharp, but the villagers playing in Yuanlou covered their ears.

"Sir, Mr. Qin, something happened down there." Li Xian rushed up, "Everyone was disturbed by the sound of the flute just now. They all rushed home complaining that they had a headache."

"Quick, you guys go down and maintain order. Make sure there is no trampling. Let the men go to the left, the women to the right, and the elderly and children stay put and stay in the middle."

Qin Shaobai glanced at the box on the table, gritted his teeth and ran downstairs.

The downstairs has become a mess, with the cries of children, the calls of adults, and the cries for help of people who were pushed down and trampled, making this lively lantern festival almost a purgatory on earth.

Qin Shaobai jumped onto the rockery in the yard and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Quiet, please quiet down."

The yard suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked up at Qin Shaobai as if they were stupid.

Qin Shaobai never expected that he could make such a loud voice, and his throat didn't hurt at all.

"Don't panic, everyone. It's just the sound of the flute. After the sound wave passes, it won't hurt everyone. So now, please follow the Yamen's detectives and leave well. Men should go to the left, women, go to the right, and the elderly and children

, don’t move yet, someone will come to help you leave.”

The policemen from the yamen and the girls from Yuanlou all rushed over and sent the villagers out one by one according to Qin Shaobai's instructions.

A few minutes later, there were only dozens of lanterns left in the yard, and every lantern had cracks on it.

"Xiaohong, when you issue a Jianghu order, you say that I, the daughter of Zhao Chaoyang, are looking for someone who can hurt others by playing the flute. This person ruined my Mid-Autumn Festival, and I must make him pay the price."

Qin Shaobai wanted to comfort Princess Chaoyang a few times, but he saw that Song Ci had already rushed over, seemingly trying to comfort her.

He thought of the box on the table again and hurried back upstairs.

As expected, the box had already disappeared without a trace.

"Qin Shaobai, you didn't really put the pendant in the box, did you?" Song Ci caught up with him, looking worried.

Qin Shaobai shook his head: "I let it go. I put the pendant and the jade in the box together."

Song Ci was shocked and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to scold Qin Shaobai, but finally sighed and walked downstairs.

Qin Shaobai fell down on his chair. He really didn't understand. He had so thoughtfully conceived this matter, so why didn't he write it according to the script?

He had thought that the other party would start with the villagers, so he asked Yuanlou to hold a lantern festival in the yard.

In such a closed place, even if the other party wanted to create some chaos, it would be impossible with the technology at the time.

He also arranged for four detectives to guard the four square roofs of Yuanlou, always on the lookout for suspects.

Zhou Shan and Li Xian had seen the outline of the murderer. He arranged for them to be the gate gods of the courtyard, guarding the courtyard and discovering the murderer's traces anytime and anywhere.

Even, in order to allow the murderer to be captured, he went to find an anesthetic called Shenxianzui and smeared a lot of it on the box. As long as the person touched the box, he would be numbed.

Who would have thought that all of this would be ruined by that weird flute sound.

The sound of the flute seems to be the biggest irony to Qin Shaobai. If everyone had not been left in this courtyard and on the empty streets, the villagers might not have been controlled by the sound of the flute. Then, they would not have been busy evacuating the people.

Neglecting to keep an eye on the box.

"Qin Tou, the things here are almost settled, we will leave first."

Qin Shaobai nodded and asked Xiao Shan to take the detectives home first.

"Captain Qin." Xiao Hong came over, "The master said, Captor Qin is also tired, so why not go home first? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival after all. Sister Xiaolan should have made mooncakes at home waiting for Capt.

Where is the head?"

Xiaolan, Wan'er.

Qin Shaobai couldn't help but worry. He didn't see Xiaolan and Wan'er in the crowd, but in such a lively occasion, it was normal for them to come out to join in the fun.

If that's the case, they must have heard the sound of the flute. Xiaolan has martial arts to protect her body, so it may not matter. As for Wan'er, might she be crying like the children in the yard?

"Sister Xiaohong, please say goodbye to the princess and Master Song for me. I want to go home and see if Xiaowan and the others are injured."

Seeing Qin Shaobai running out of the courtyard, Princess Chaoyang turned around and looked at Song Ci, who was sitting quietly aside.

"Song Ci knows that the princess has her own arrangements for doing this, but has the princess ever thought that doing this may implicate innocent people."

Princess Chaoyang cooled her face slightly and sat next to Song Ci: "I want to prove that Qin Shaobai has internal energy to protect his body. Look at him, he is not affected by Qianxiao Miaoyin at all."

"This actually surprises me. There are indeed many things about Qin Shaobai that people can't understand."

"Yes, he calmed such a chaotic scene with a lion's roar. Do you think he would admit that the trick he just used was the lost lion's roar?"

Princess Chaoyang's eyes suddenly felt a little moist: "I remember that the first thing the eldest brother practiced was the lion's roar. He practiced in the imperial garden, and I don't know how many times he was scolded by his father."

"Does the princess still think that Qin Shaobai is the eldest prince? In fact, the princess wants to test Qin Shaobai. There are many opportunities, so why waste such a beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival."

Princess Chaoyang raised her head, stretched out her hand, opened Song Ci's hand on the table, and then pressed her palm on it: "What is a festival? The days when you are with your beloved are all festivals. At this moment,

, my heart is full of festive joy, Master Song, aren’t you?"

Song Ci didn't say anything, but moved to the side.

Seeing Princess Chaoyang approaching again, he simply stood up.

"Okay, let's talk about business." Princess Chaoyang suddenly sat upright with a serious expression on her face.

"That man, I have already sent someone to arrest him in the secret room. Go and interrogate him now and ask him why he killed the drunken arhat? You must make him admit that his killing of the drunken arhat was entirely a personal grudge between him and the drunken arhat.

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