Chapter 6: Chuangyizhuang Chuxiao the truth of the case
Although the county government issued a notice saying that the government had given Qin Shaobai ten days to prove his innocence, he asked the villagers not to hinder his search for evidence.
But the gossip still kept coming like a snowball.
People who would usually say hello when meeting him would avoid him as if they were seeing a ghost.
Qin Shaobai naturally doesn't care about these.
But Qin Shaobai still found sadly that ten days was too short.
As soon as he was released from prison, he went straight to Yuanlou, hoping to find the little red that day.
Unexpectedly, Xiaohong left Nanyang long ago, saying that she was frightened and went back to her hometown to recuperate.
Who would believe that a person who can hold himself down would be frightened by a dead person?
There must be a hidden secret here.
"I said to Qin Shaobai, it's useless for you to spend all your time in our Yuanlou. This Xiaohong came to find a job by herself a few days ago. We don't even know where her home is."
The steward of Yuanlou, surnamed Hong, became very angry when he saw Qin Shaobai and used a broom to drive him away several times.
"No, Brother Hong, I just want to meet your boss. I just want to ask, why did the drunkard come to Yuanlou?"
"Qin Shaobai, Yuanlou is open for business. How would we know why the drunk man came to Yuanlou? You didn't go investigate the dead man, but you stayed in our Yuanlou. Do you think it was our Yuanlou?
Kill that man? You have to know why the drunkard died, and you also have to know who the drunkard is and who he has an affair with."
One word awakens the dreamer.
Qin Shaobai quickly went to the government office to find out who the drunkard was.
It turned out that the drunkard was not from Nanyang County at all. The body had been left in Yizhuang for several days, and no one came to claim it.
Qin Shaobai had no choice but to rush to Yizhuang again.
It takes about half an hour to walk from the county government office to Yizhuang. When Qin Shaobai arrived at Yizhuang, it was already dark. The white paper in front of the gate of Yizhuang was fluttering in the wind, creating an atmosphere of mystery and fear.
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Qin Shaobai only felt that his scalp was numb.
"Uncle Zhang." Qin Shaobai called softly.
No one answered, but the door of Yizhuang creaked, and then a hand appeared on the door, a bloody hand.
Qin Shaobai covered his mouth that was about to scream, but moved back.
"You're here." The bloody hand opened the door, and a man in his forties or fifties came out holding a lantern, "Master Song is waiting for you."
Qin Shaobai raised his eyes and saw that there was no blood at all on the uncle's face, but he was wearing black. This made his face even paler and reminded people of those lying in the Yi Zhuang...
Qin Shaobai took a breath, took the lantern handed over by Uncle Zhang, and walked in.
The room was cold and depressing. Qin Shaobai felt that his body was being squeezed into a ball. He took a deep breath, but a suffocating stench hit his nostrils. He felt hot in his belly.
The bowl of noodles I had eaten for lunch was already rolling out of my throat.
"Uncle Zhang, let him take a piece of ginger."
When Qin Shaobai heard Song Ci's voice, he suddenly felt much clearer.
I took the ginger slice from Uncle Zhang and held it in my mouth. I immediately felt that the smell of corpse was much less.
He quickly stepped forward and walked in front of Song Ci.
Song Ci was staring at the drunk man in the coffin.
"Come and see." Song Ci asked Qin Shaobai to put on gloves and pointed at the drunken man's abdomen, "This knife stabbed very cleanly and hit the vital point. It can almost be said to be a one-shot death."
"Master Song means that the murderer has so much power in his hands."
"Not only is he strong, his martial arts skills are no worse than those of yours."
Qin Shaobai thought of Xiaohong.
"I heard that you went to find that Xiao Hong?"
Qin Shaobai hummed.
"Then Xiao Hong left Nanyang that day. I heard that she was scared out of her wits and acted stupidly. The proprietress of Yuanlou gave her some silver coins and asked her parents to pick her up and take her back to her hometown."
"No, sir, that Xiaohong, she didn't look scared at all at that time, and she held me down all at once. Her strength was unlike that of an ordinary woman."
"Oh." Song Ci didn't even raise her head, "You mean that Xiao Hong has martial arts?"
"Yes, I not only suspect Xiaohong, I also suspect the boss of Yuanlou. I think this matter is not that simple. There must be a big conspiracy in it."
"Oh, big conspiracy." Song Ci took off his gloves, took the green soup from Uncle Zhang, poured it on his hands and washed them.
"This is celery juice. It can get rid of the corpse smell on your hands. You should wash it too."
The two of them washed their hands and heard Uncle Zhang say: "Sir Song, the food and wine are ready."
"Okay, brother Qin, let's chat while we eat."
What, drinking, eating and chatting in Yizhuang? What did the ancient people think? How could you enjoy fine wine and delicious food in such a place?
"Sir, you have forgotten that you asked Xiaomin to stop drinking. I'd better go back to Yuanlou to find out the news."
"You don't need to worry about Yuanlou's affairs for the time being. Come on, I'll drink, and you can just accompany me." Song Ci actually reached out to pull Qin Shaobai, and Qin Shaobai had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow Song Ci.
Fortunately, Uncle Zhang had prepared wine and food in a pavilion outside the house. Two lanterns were hung high on the pavilion. If he hadn't turned around and saw the coffins in the Yizhuang, Qin Shaobai would have thought that it was too late in the pavilion.
The wind was blowing, but it was indescribably cool.
"Actually, I already knew that this drunk man was not killed by you."
The first words Song Ci said when he sat down made Qin Shaobai feel certain. He immediately clasped his fists and said, "Thank you Master Song for your insight, but Master Song doesn't have any evidence to prove my innocence, right?"
Song Ci glanced at Qin Shaobai, picked up a glass of wine and drank it: "There are people in the world who can kill drunken arhats, but it is definitely not you."
"Drunk Arhat? The drunken man who was killed was called Drunken Arhat? It sounds like an alias."
"Yes, this drunken arhat is a master thief. Not long ago, he entered the palace and stole a very important thing." Song Ci drank another drink, "I came to Nanyang this time because of him."
"No, Mr. Song, you are a torture officer, how can you become a policeman?"
Song Ci put down the cup in his hand, but his eyes did not stay on Qin Shaobai. He seemed to be looking into the distance, but he didn't seem to be looking anywhere.
"I came because someone wanted me to come." Song Ci took out a piece of paper from his body. The paper was as light and soft as silk.
Qin Shaobai took the paper and looked at it. Sure enough, it was a piece of silk handkerchief with a faint fragrance on it.
The paper was written in Zhang Xu's cursive script: Drunk Arhat has come to Nanyang County.
"I received this brocade handkerchief at Lin'an Mansion ten days ago. Before I received this letter, I had just been summoned by the emperor and was accused of a drunken arhat entering the imperial palace and stealing a treasure."
"Your Excellency, you just searched the body of the drunken arrogant to find clues to the treasure?"
Unexpectedly, Song Ci nodded: "One month, we only have one month. I must find the treasure stolen by the drunken arrogant within this month."
Song Ci turned around slowly and looked at Qin Shaobai quietly with a pair of bright eyes: "And you are the best helper I can find in Nanyang County."