A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Fuma finally persuaded the princess and the mother-in-law, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Why didn't Yeats be arrested now?

It shows that although Yeats is a daughter, she still has some real skills. His nephew was killed and his two front teeth were pulled out.

The incisor case in Beijing occurred six or seven times, and none of them were solved. Since even the emperor recognized Yeats, if she was allowed to solve the case, the murderer might be found.

On the second day, Yeats went to Dali Temple to be on duty, not sure what to do. Just as Ye Dahe and his wife were worried, she was also worried that Pei Shaoqing would get caught or kicked out of Dali Temple in anger.

"Morning, Mr. Zhao—" Yeats did not have the confidence to greet the people in Dali Temple as before, and always felt that today was the last time he was on duty, and the last time he greeted these people.

"Morning, Master Ye."

After two months, Zhao Bai finally saw Yeats again with a smile on his face.

After saying hello, the two naturally walked side by side to the official room.

Zhao Bai turned his head and looked at her with a smile: "How is Jiangnan's party?"

"It's okay!" Yeats was not in the mood, "There is no scenery in winter."

"Too."

Zhao Bai could tell that Yeats was in a bad mood when he came back from this trip, could something have happened?Knowing how to play, he smiled and stopped talking to others.

Yeats entered the official room listlessly, subconsciously wiped the table, and found that the table was very clean, and instantly understood who helped her tidy it up, and turned around, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao!"

"Then how are you going to thank me?" Zhao Bai seemed to always have a three-pointed smile on his face.

Yeats said briskly, "Of course I treat you to a big meal."

"Ye Kee Hot Pot Restaurant?"

"Of course." It's delicious and cheap, how nice.

Zhao Bai was amused by Yeats' natural look, what matters is not what to eat, but who to eat with, of course he readily agreed.

Amid the chatter and laughter, Yeats felt much better.

Teng Chong, Qin Dachuan and others arrived at their posts one after another, and when they were dealing with the surplus official documents, Lu Sicheng came.

"Ye Pingshi, long time no see!"

"Master Lu..."

Everyone came up to salute.

Lu Sicheng had no time to be polite to Yeats, "Help me!"

Yeats asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Bai lowered his eyes.

Lu Sicheng said in a hurry: "There is another front tooth case in Beijing."

Yeats looked towards Zhao Bai.

Zhao Bai had already raised his eyes and said with a smile, "Investigating the case, I'm a layman, so I can't help Mr. Lu much."

"Master Zhao and I ran back and forth many times, but we couldn't find any evidence at the scene, and we couldn't find out who did it."

Yeats asked, "How long has this case been going?"

"Almost a month."

"so long!"

Lu Sicheng looked melancholy, "Yeah, the end of the year is coming soon, if this case is not solved, my performance evaluation this year..." Realizing what he said, he quickly stopped talking, "Master Ye, how about we now Just go and see the scene?"

"Another courtyard?"

Lord Lu and Zhao Bai were both taken aback, and they looked at each other.

"How do you know?" Lu Sicheng couldn't help but ask.

Yeats smiled slightly, "The first six cases are all in other courts."

Lu Sicheng thought about it carefully: "Hey, it's true." He asked, "Why?"

Yeats smiled lightly: "We'll have to ask the murderer."

"Hey, it would be great if we could catch the murderer." Lu Sicheng had a headache, "Ye Pingshi, how about we go to the scene and take a look."

A group of people went to Pei's other courtyard.

The deceased who was killed was Pei Fuma’s nephew——Pei Wenchao, 23, the same year as Pei Shaoqing, who worked in the Ministry of Rites in Central Beijing. He was an eighth-rank small capital. Apart from signing papers and helping the leaders run errands, he had nothing serious to do, to put it bluntly. It is a public position with money for retirement.

Nothing will cause trouble, this has been the truth since ancient times.

Pei Wenchao relied on the fact that his uncle was a vassal and his cousin was the young minister of Dali Temple. He was tyrannical outside. He didn't give money for drinks and meals. He only took what he bought. When he saw a pretty girl, he would go to another courtyard to have fun. It was simply lawless.

"Master Fu Ma doesn't care?"

Lu Sicheng said: "The son-in-law knows everything, but most of the time, the son-in-law doesn't know."

Yeats frowned, he was able to open a shop in the capital, and the owners behind him were not rich and powerful, and the only real pure merchants were small merchants in the market.

"Your Excellency, what do you mean is that the places where he drinks and eats are usually small restaurants? The people who grab things are all small shops?"

Lu Sicheng nodded.

Yeats thought of her own shop, they were small merchants and hawkers at the lowest level, if she hadn't entered Dali Temple, wouldn't she have been targeted by these people long ago?
Can't help cursing: "It's really not a thing."

When she scolded, Zhao Bai looked at her and smiled.

"Master Zhao thinks what I said is wrong?"

"No, on the contrary, scolding is good."

Yeats was really in a bad mood today. As a criminal investigator, it is most taboo to work with emotion, but she just couldn't help it. Could it be that because the deceased's surname was Pei, it was related to someone?
Even Lu Sicheng shook his head, and he asked: "I have been well guarded at the scene in this house, and I haven't moved since the incident."

Yang Fuquan quickly took out Yeats's three-piece set - hand and foot gloves, magnifying glass, and evidence tweezers.

She surveyed the scene.

"Judging from the mess of tables and stools, when the murderer killed him, he resisted, but not violently. He was either drunk or dozed off to fall asleep."

Lu Sicheng nodded hastily, "Ask him, my boy. After drinking, he sat at the table and dozed off."

"Is he waiting for someone?"

Based on the scene alone, Lu Sicheng had to admit that this young man really had two talents.

"Yes."

"Did his boy say who to wait for?"

Lu Sicheng said: "This is the strange thing. The boy said that the master just refused to tell him who to wait for, and then they didn't see anyone coming. When they found out, the master was lying in a pool of blood, and two people were missing." a front tooth."

Yeats walked to the stool that fell on the ground, squatted down, and took a closer look with a magnifying glass. There was not a single fingerprint on it, and he looked around. Except for two footprints in the circle of the corpse left by Lu Sicheng, the rest They are all new footprints they just stood on.

She walked around the room a few more times, and carefully looked at the doors and windows. It is winter now, and it is snowing in the south, and the snow in the capital is even heavier. If there are fingerprints and footprints, they will disappear under the power of nature.

Yeats said: "The murderer has strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities, and has not found anything of value so far."

"Then this case will become an unsolved case again?" Lu Sicheng was very disappointed, his performance!
"Maybe." Yeats said, "When I go back later, I'll look at Yan Yuzuo's corpse, and maybe I can find something from it."

"we can only do this."

Everyone came excitedly, but returned with no results.

For some reason, Yeats had an intuition that she didn't want to take over the front tooth case. She went home and thought about it carefully. Maybe it was because the deceased were all scumbags who should be punished by law!
Is she being too emotional?