The night watch job was really boring. After walking around for a while, Qin Shaobai came to the door of Yuanlou and chatted with the old man running the noodle stall.
He truly felt like a loser.
The idea of leaving here is getting stronger and stronger.
On this day, Qin Shaobai was walking around in front of Yuanlou when he suddenly saw a man stumbling over. His face was red and he looked like he was drunk.
The drunk man passed by Yuanlou, looked up, laughed twice, and raised his feet to go in.
"Qin Shaobai, look at that man, he is very strange."
Lao Hu Yiyan pulled Qin Shaobai back, who was thinking about how to find the magnetic field and return to 2021.
Without taking a closer look, he immediately stepped forward to stop the drunkard.
Who knew that the drunk man was quite strong. With a flick of his hand, he threw Qin Shaobai far away. When Qin Shaobai stood firm and wanted to rush into Yuanlou again to question the drunk man, he heard a cry.
scream.
He rushed forward in a hurry, but the drunkard who still had the strength to throw him away just now was already lying in the front hall of Yuanlou, motionless.
A dagger was inserted into the drunk man's abdomen, and blood flowed out from there...
Qin Shaobai stayed there, he really didn't understand where the dagger came from.
It only took a minute or two at most for me to stand up and turn around after being pushed away by the drunk man. In this hall, apart from the drunk man, there was only a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old waiting to be admitted into the building.
The guest paid ten cents. Is it possible that the drunkard inserted the dagger into his abdomen?
Qin Shaobai was about to run to the Yamen to report the crime, but his body was held tightly by the little girl.
He heard the little girl's hysterical cry: "Killing, killing."
Head Luo and other detectives quickly arrived at the scene.
"Don't destroy the scene." Qin Shaobai shouted, "Bring a rope and surround the place so that no one can come in. Also, everyone must wear gloves and don't destroy the scene.
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As soon as Qin Shaobai called out the gloves, he immediately remembered that there was no plastic in the Southern Song Dynasty, but they seemed to have fish skin gloves, so he added: "Wear those fish skin gloves."
The head catcher grabbed Qin Shaobai's collar and said, "You beast, you talk so much when you get into trouble. It's only been a few days since your good days. You are really a piece of rotten wood."
"No, father, you have to investigate thoroughly before speaking." Qin Shaobai felt very at ease. He knew very well that he did not insert the dagger by himself, and he did not touch the dagger at all. There should be no him on the dagger.
of fingerprints.
The little girl on duty could also prove that he was thrown out by the drunkard. The place where he was shaking was a certain distance from the place where the drunkard's body was lying. The drunkard should have passed the threshold before being stabbed with a knife.
And Lao Hu, the owner of the noodle stall in front of the door, can also prove that the sword he carries with him is placed on the table, and there is no murder weapon on him at all.
Hey, Qin Shaobai, Qin Shaobai, you have forgotten that you are in the Song Dynasty now. There is no such thing as fingerprints.
Besides, the little girl grabbed you just to let everyone know that she caught you red-handed.
Lao Hu, look where there are traces of Lao Hu. He has long since disappeared.
These sounds suddenly appeared in Qin Shaobai's head, which made him tremble all over.
"Now, do you know you are afraid? What did you do when you stabbed someone with a dagger?" The head of the policeman snorted, "Come on, let's put the suspect Qin Shaobai in jail first."
"No, father-in-law, you have to investigate clearly. I have no grievances with this person. It's hard for me to have such a job to support Wan'er. How could I be such a bastard and do such a thing.
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Qin Shaobai shouted loudly, but unfortunately, his mouth was immediately gagged, and he was tied up and pushed to the Yamen.
"Master Song, Master Song, I was wronged." Qin Shaobai shouted desperately, although he knew that Song Ci who was rushing past him couldn't hear him at all.
But seeing Song Ci, Qin Shaobai's already anxious heart finally felt at peace.
He was not sure whether Song Ci had already discovered that everyone's fingerprints were different at this time, and whether he could conclude based on his fingerprints that the dagger had nothing to do with him, but he believed that Song Ci would not let anyone be imprisoned unjustly.
While being imprisoned, Qin Shaobai thought of a way to get close, and spent some money to find out from the jailer that Song Ci was not so reckless and concluded the case as Qin Shaobai's money.
With his eyes open, he commits murder.
"You don't know, that man has a big silver bag with several jiaozi in it, (general banknotes in the Song Dynasty) worth thousands of taels." The jailer ate the chicken drumsticks that Qin Shaobai had given him, and his mouth was flowing.
Envious saliva.
"Then Jiaozi was not stolen, which proves that I did not seek wealth or death." Qin Shaobai smelled the fragrant chicken legs, swallowed again and again, and upon hearing the news, he immediately defended himself.
"Isn't that why Xiaohong is so awesome? I hugged you so hard that I didn't let you take Jiaozi away." The jailer said, laughing softly a few times and squinting at Qin Shaobai, "I said
, Qin Shaobai, you are a grown man, how could you be hugged by that little girl? Have you been to Yihongyuan too many times these days, and your body has become soft. "
The woman named Xiaohong flashed before Qin Shaobai's eyes. She was delicate and frail, but when she hugged him, he clearly felt a force that allowed him to move even an inch.
If it goes as expected, the little girl should have what the ancients called martial arts.
But why does an ordinary little maid have such good internal strength?
If an ordinary maid has such good internal strength, then how powerful the master of Yuanlou must be.
Qin Shaobai's detective's mind was spinning rapidly, and he could conclude that there must be an ulterior secret in this Yuanlou building.
"Brother, I want to see Mr. Song Cisong. Please help me think of a solution."
The jailer looked at the fine silver in Qin Shaobai's hand, bared his teeth, and pulled out a piece of chicken wire from between his teeth: "I'm not sure I'll let you see Mr. Song. You have to know,
You are a murder suspect."
"You know, I know, don't I want to be guilty and meritorious, and want to provide Mr. Song with some clues?"
"Master Song, what clues do you need to provide?" the jailer sneered, "He has a sharp eye, and no criminal can escape his discernment."
If he didn't have such a sharp eye, wouldn't my life be ruined in this small town?
If he cannot enforce the law impartially, will I, eight hundred years from now, still regard him as my idol?
Qin Shaobai sat in the straw, scratching his hands everywhere and praying secretly in his heart.
Within a few days, the jailer happily brought news that Mr. Song was going to interrogate him.
Qin Shaobai tidied up his clothes and reorganized his thoughts in his mind.
Regarding how to prove his innocence, he did not know how many simulated trials he had in prison.