A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 145 145 Fireworks Case (2)

The two of them arrived at the door while bickering. After calling for a long time, no one opened the door. "I remember Madam Liu's house has a dog. Why didn't it bark today?"

"That's why I asked you to come and take a look."

Li Zheng also felt that something was wrong, so he quickly called a few neighbor boys to climb over the wall and open the courtyard door. When they entered the main courtyard room, they were so frightened by the scene inside that they wet their buttocks.

"Dead...dead..."

Yeats was watching the fireworks in Pei Shaoqing's arms. She didn't want to, but Shaoqing insisted on hugging her, saying that it was cold and she should be careful about frostbite.

"..." That's not wrong either.

Yeats could only let Master Shaoqing hold him.

The fireworks are so beautiful.

There are various shapes, some are like stars in the sky, some are like ginkgo trees, some are like dandelions, and some are like flying birds...the colors are also different, including red, yellow, green, and blue. of……

It is really a riot of colors showing their splendor, and the dazzling fireworks rise into the sky, like releasing gorgeous emerald tassels on the black curtain, making the originally dark sky colorful and picturesque.

The sound was deafening, and thousands of households were shrouded in fireworks. People rushed over from all directions to enjoy this magnificent landscape.

"It's so beautiful." Yeats was so amazed that he didn't know how to describe it in any language or poem.

"As long as you like it." Pei Jingning lowered his head and leaned on the side of Yeats' face, his breath lingering and lingering.

Yeats turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

There was deep affection in his eyes.

Opposite, on a floor of the same height, the lights are hidden behind the curtains. The man in the silver mask picks up the curtain slit and looks towards the opposite side. At first glance, two men, one tall and one short, are hugging each other, regardless of you and me, dressed as a woman. Men's clothing is really interesting.

"What is Zhao Qian doing recently?" he asked suddenly.

"Back to my lord, I have been staying in the house without any movement."

"Is the capital so quiet?" The man in the silver mask smiled, "I'd rather stay here."

"Master, you have been working so hard. It's time to stay in the capital and enjoy your happiness. Let us take care of the things in the north."

The man in the silver mask turned to look at the man in black who was speaking.

The man in black was staring at him and his scalp was numb. He knelt down and apologized, "Young one, you missed your hairpin."

The man in the silver mask snorted coldly, "I won't do this again."

"Yes."

Fireworks lit up half the sky.

The two buildings that were separated by a street suddenly met in the light.

"Sir..." Yeats stared at the fireworks without noticing it at all. She even wanted to ask Mr. Shaoqing, what do you like about me?

"Huh?" Pei Jingning lowered his head and leaned against Yeats' ear. He quickly glanced at the opposite side from the corner of his eye. The moment the fireworks went off, the bright light flashed through his eyes, and he stretched out his hand and faced back.

Beside the door, Mo Song received his message and disappeared into the private room in the blink of an eye.

"Did you bring any other ladies here to set off fireworks?" Another kind of irritating scene, Master Shaoqing looked like he was familiar with the road. Yeats blinked and asked without mercy.

"You little heartless one." Pei Jingning looked away, reached out and pinched the little lady's nose.

"Hmm..." Yeats stretched out her hand to save her nose. She was almost out of breath.

"This is my first time to invite someone to watch fireworks."

"..." Yeats looked unbelieving.

Master Shaoqing glared at her, "Don't you know how to ask young ladies what they like?" Pei Jingning snorted proudly and turned around.

Yeats smiled and chased after you, "The little lady who likes you said it in front of you, right?"

How come she guessed it?As expected, it was the Dali Temple that judged affairs.

"It's getting late, I'll take you home." Master Shaoqing said. "Haha..." Yeats said proudly, "I knew it."

You don't know how much the cold and arrogant Master Shaoqing has racked his brains to please the young lady.

After eating and drinking, and watching fireworks, Yeats returned home satisfied.

At the entrance of the alley, in the dead of night, Master Shaoqing kissed him goodnight again.

Yeats was so dizzy after being kissed. Is this the case when it comes to falling in love?When she got into bed, she was still thinking about what would happen between lovers. She had never been in love in her previous life, and she didn't expect to be single so soon after entering the Wei Dynasty.

Really surprised!

Yeats even had a beautiful dream, but at the most beautiful moment, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who……"

"It's me, Xiao Quanzi. I knocked on the door at Dali Temple outside, saying that there was a murder in Beicheng."

Was there a murder on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year?Yeats sat up suddenly, stretched out his hands and rubbed his face, "Okay, I got it." He quickly changed his clothes and went out.

When we arrived at the scene of the crime, it was already past midnight and it was the seventh day of the Lunar New Year.

Yan Wuzuo arrived before Yeats and had already inspected the deceased.

"Female, about 30 years old, was hit on the head, but this was not a fatal injury. She was strangled on the neck and suffocated to death."

Yeats put on his gloves and picked up her hand. "There are traces of confrontation and a fierce struggle before death." She used a magnifying glass to look at the nails of the deceased. There were skin flakes. Unfortunately, there was no DNA test in this era. This bit of skin flakes was nothing. When she continued to get closer with the magnifying glass, she found traces of blood deep between her fingernails.

"The murderer was caught by the deceased. There may be blood marks on the back of his hands, arms, face, etc."

Yan Zuozuo's young apprentice quickly wrote down Ye Pingshi's words into the corpse box.

Yeats and Yan Zuozuo pulled out the deceased's hair again and looked at the place where the head was struck. "What did it look like?"

Yan Wuzuo glanced at the messy room, "That little bastard..."

Yeats reached out and reached for the little Wuzi. There was an indent on the edge of the round stool. She and Yan Zuzuo compared it and said, "It's this little Wuzi."

Yang Fuquan quickly put away the evidence, the stool.

Yeats asked, "Lord Yan, how did you strangle the woman's neck?"

Yan Wuzuo shook his head, "I looked at the woman's sweat towel, and it doesn't look like it. The strangulation marks are very thin, like a rope or something."

Yeats handed the magnifying glass to Yan Zuozuo, "Sir, what kind of rope do you think this mark looks like?"

Yan Wuzuo looked at it carefully, "It looks a bit like a braided rope, but it doesn't look like it?"

"Why?"

Yan Zuo said, "Generally, ropes are twisted into twists, but this is obviously not the case. This is a braided rope."

Yeats didn't know much about the ropes of the Wei Dynasty. She needed to understand and find all the ropes. Once an evidence could be confirmed, the subsequent investigation would be like dominoes and the case would be solved quickly.

The body of the deceased has been recorded.

Yeats checked the room again. As he entered and exited the small courtyard, it seemed that only a woman and a watchdog lived there.

Teng Chong and Zhang Jin have already inspected the scene and are now checking the surrounding neighbors: "When did her dog stop barking?"

Yeats once asked Teng Chong, "Is there anything missing from this woman?"

"It seems that a girl is missing, and the gold and silver jewelry and money are also missing."

A woman lives alone with a girl, and it feels wrong no matter how much she thinks about it.

"This woman is..."

Teng Chong replied: "Secret prostitute."

"Have the neighbors seen anyone coming?"

(End of this chapter)