A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

The sky is covered with heavy snow and a vast expanse of white.

A few people hid in the corner of the wall, and it wasn't until all the people captured on New Year's Eve had left that Yeats moved his frozen feet.

"Brother Ye, what are you looking at?" Yang Fuquan looked at it for a long time without understanding.

Yeats turned his head and said, "Uncle Qin, did you see that woman just now?"

"Which woman?" There were so many women released just now, the one Brother Ye was talking about, Yang Fuquan looked at Ye and Qin with a stunned look on his face.

Qin Dachuan nodded, "I understand." After saying that, he put on his melon-skin hat and walked into the heavy snow.

Yeats stood there and thought for a while before taking off. After taking a few steps, she found that no one was following her. She turned around and said, "Xiao Quanzi, let's go!"

Yang Fuquan pointed in the direction of Qin Dachuan and asked, "Who is he checking?"

Yeats smiled and said, "It won't be long before you know."

Yang Fuquan puffed his lips: "It's all my fault for being stupid."

this kid...

Yeats turned around and pulled him, "Everyone is good at different things. Uncle Qin knows how to check people. You are very skilled. Everyone has advantages, do you understand?"

Encouraged by Yeats, Yang Fuquan's mood instantly improved. He grinned and looked like a heartless young man again.

"Come on, let's go eat."

After coming out of the palace, Pei Jingning didn't stop anywhere and went straight back to Dali Temple, "Invite Ye Pingshi over -"

"Yes, Master." Mo Song went to call for someone.

Bai Lang asked, "Sir, why don't you eat your lunch first?"

"Not urgent!"

It was past meal time, Bai Lang was in a hurry, and wanted the guards to bring the food in, but he didn't dare, so he had to stand outside the door, wandering around, waiting for Ye Jingshi to arrive.

Yeats was halfway through his meal when Mo Song called him to Pei Jingning's official room.

"My lord, are you looking for me?"

Pei Jingning was sitting behind the case when he heard footsteps and looked up at the person coming, "Yeah."

Yeats walked up to him and bowed, "Your Excellency——" It was probably because of the case of Mr. Cen, and sure enough...

"How was the investigation? Did you find the murderer?"

As Zhao Qian said, the point where this case occurred is very difficult. Who the murderer may or may not be is very sensitive.

Pei Jingning had already prepared what Yeats would say in reply, but he didn't expect...

"Sir, Capt. Teng and I will arrest someone later. After arresting him, I will be able to determine who the murderer is?"

Did you actually find the murderer?Even Pei Jingning, who didn't show any emotion or anger, was surprised: "Who is it?"

"Sir, wait until my subordinates and Capt. Teng catch someone." After Yeats finished speaking, he turned and looked outside the door, "I guess Capt. Teng has returned."

Pei Jingning looked at Yeats with complicated emotions, "Are you sure you have found the murderer?"

Yeats thought for a moment and replied: "Eighty percent."

Eighty percent, no different than sure.

Pei Jingning nodded, indicating that she could leave.

"Then the subordinate will leave first."

Bai Lang had to close his mouth when he was about to open it. Well, you all have become immortals and you don't have to eat, so he can't care.

Sure enough, when Yeats returned to the official room, Mr. Teng was waiting excitedly. "Where have you been?" he asked anxiously. "I was called by Mr. Pei just now." Yeats asked quickly, "Has he been found?"

"Found it." Teng Chong said, "Zhang Jin and the others are guarding there. Let's go quickly. If they are discovered, they will probably escape."

Yeats called Xiao Quanzi and rushed out of Dali Temple.

In a luxurious private room of a restaurant in Beijing, a man was meditating with his eyes closed, like an old monk in meditation.

The man is about 27 or [-] years old, with a cold and angular face; his eyes are deep and deep; his thick eyebrows, high nose, and beautiful lip shape all express nobility and elegance, and there is also a kind of It has a cool atmosphere hidden in the city.

Suddenly, there was the sound of bird wings flapping outside the window. The waiter quickly opened the window and a bird flew in. The waiter took the secret strip from the bird's foot ring and walked to the meditating man lightly and quickly, "Master, There’s news.”

The meditator didn't seem to hear the waiter's reply. There were several people standing next to him, all staring at the secret strip, but no one dared to reach out.

After a long time, the man called the master slowly opened his eyes, and the waiter quickly handed over the secret note.

The man reached out to take the secret strip, twisted it open with two fingers, and threw it aside with just one glance. A man in white clothes next to him quickly reached out to catch it. After looking at the secret strip, he looked proud that he was in control.

"Master, the person named Ye has indeed gone to find the singer."

The man's mouth curled up slightly, he put away his meditating posture, stood up, walked slowly to the table and sat down, reaching for the cup. The waiter rushed to serve him, but he looked away with a look.

I made myself a cup of tea, waited until I tasted it carefully, and then said calmly, "Is this the powerful Dali Temple judge you say?"

The man in black looked nonchalant, "Master, I fought against someone named Ye, and she didn't even catch a hair on my head. I believe it will be the same this time."

The man in white's face turned white and black at the same time as the man in black. He finally stopped and said nothing.

The heavy snow covers the ground, flying so hard that people can't open their eyes. Even this can't stop people from buying new year's goods.

At this time, most of the people who buy New Year's goods are the lowest class of people. The rich have prepared them long ago, but it will still wait until now. Only the poor have no money in their pockets, so they either ask for wages from their employers, or find ways to After borrowing money from relatives and friends, and getting the money, no matter how heavy the snow falls, you must prepare the New Year's goods.

If you have money but don’t have money, you can go home to celebrate the New Year and live in sorrow every year. This is the life of ordinary people.

Yeats and Yang Fuquan, slender and tall, shuttled through the snow, like two little cheetahs full of fighting power.

Teng Chong really couldn't keep up with the pace of the two of them, so he could only pant and direct from behind, "Ahead...just turn around at the third store in the alley in front..."

The snow is falling heavily, deep in the alley, the snow is white, and the snow on the ground is very thick, like a snow-white quilt, with no footprints on it, indicating that this is a small alley with a well-off family, New Year's goods are prepared, and people are staying at home. There was no one outside.

In the third small courtyard, the courtyard outside was quiet, as if there was no one there.

There was a vague sound coming from the room deep in the corridor. He leaned closer to the window and listened carefully. It was clearly the sound of two people moving.

Yang Fuquan blushed and immediately turned aside, not daring to listen anymore.

Yeats frowned, stretched out his hand to knock on the window lattice, and the sound of movement inside suddenly stopped.

In the blink of an eye, there were footsteps coming towards the door of the room. Yeats quickly turned to the door of the room. The footsteps stopped when they reached the door of the room.

Are the people inside thinking about what is happening outside?
Yeats hid by the door, hiding himself while accumulating strength to block him.

For a moment, all I could hear was the rustle of falling snow.

There is a confrontation between people inside and outside the door.

There was no movement inside the door for a long time. Yeats winked at Yang Fuquan: You push me and I grab him.

Yang Fuquan nodded.

Inside the door, the woman on the bed saw the man stopped at the door and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Wang..." but the man stretched out his hand to stop her.

Just when he was about to open the door suddenly, Yang Fuquan pushed the door open with his palm.

Yeats reached out and grabbed the man who was about to beat Xiao Quanzi, "Don't move, Dali Temple is handling the case."

"Ah..." The woman on the bed screamed in shock when she heard the words "Dali Temple".