A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Teng Chong said, "No one comes during the Chinese New Year, but this woman was called out."

Called out?But died at home?

Yeats said, "Find her girl quickly."

"Yes." Teng Chong quickly led people to find the girl who was looking for the woman.

Yeats left the room and looked at the dog lying down in the corridor. She reached out and touched it. It was breathing, but it was knocked out by someone's medicine.

"Xiao Quanzi, until the case is solved, you will feed this dog."

"Good!"

Yeats looked up, and the dark and cold east gradually turned white, and the night passed before he knew it.

Yan Wuzuo and his apprentice handled the body of the deceased and took people to transport it back to Yizhuang.

Zhang Jin led people to cordon off the scene.

People from Dali Temple were busy cleaning up the scene.

As the sky grew brighter, the dog lying under the corridor opened its eyes. Yang Fuquan quickly took out the hot buns in his arms and fed it.

But the big yellow dog jumped up and barked wildly. Just when Yeats thought it was going to attack Xiao Quanzi, it pounced on the woman who was about to be carried away by the servants of Dali Temple.

"Woof woof..." The big yellow dog grabbed the woman and barked.

The Dali Temple servants and the people in the alley who came to help remove the body restrained the frantic Dahuang.

Seeing that everyone had stopped the rambunctious dog, Yeats was about to turn around and go out when she saw the big dog shed tears. She was extremely surprised and moved her heart. How could this happen?
The old man calling at the door sighed with emotion: "Ms. Liu is a pitiful person. She came and left alone in this life. Only this dog can remember her."

Yeats looked at the old man, "Old man, I heard that you were the one who discovered the abnormality in her home, right?"

The older man nodded, "I was the one who helped make the connections to rent her when she came in and out of the courtyard." He sighed deeply and told Yeats what he knew about Madam Liu's life.

Madam Liu didn't know where she was from. She was trafficked since she was a child. She was sold to a rich family as a girl at the age of five or six. When she was thirteen or fourteen years old, she was born in a wealthy family and was so beautiful that she was noticed by the son of the owner. She was originally a girl for the owner. It is not a big deal for a young man to marry a house or take a concubine. It is even a way for many poor women or prostitutes to change their lives. However, after the son got tired of playing with it, he fell in love with me.

The male owner was a mother-in-law, and it was obviously the male owner who forced Lady Liu to do what she did. In the end, the female owner beat her up and sold her to an orphan and a widowed family.

I originally thought that the orphans and widowed mothers had a simple population, and Lady Liu could live a peaceful life, but I didn’t expect that the orphans were tuberculosis, and the widowed mothers were lazy and lazy and lived by selling their skin and flesh. I bought Lady Liu because she was old and had no one to play with, so she couldn’t make money. , it is obviously to find a wife for the sick son, but in fact it is to legally buy a woman and continue to sell her flesh and blood to support the two of them.

"Ms. Liu refused, so the old woman hired a gangster to beat her and starve her..." The old man couldn't continue talking, "I was tortured and tortured for ten years. ah……"

"ten years?"

The old man continued: "I don't know whether God took pity on her or what happened. A few years ago, her son who was suffering from tuberculosis finally died. After her son died, the widowed mother did not let Lady Liu go. Just when Lady Liu was about to seek death again, The widowed mother somehow fell into the pond and drowned."

"Ms. Liu is finally free."

The old man shook his head, "That year, when I went back to my hometown to worship my ancestors, I happened to encounter a bully in the village who forced her to sell her skin and flesh to support him like a widowed mother. I couldn't bear it, so I secretly brought her to the capital."

Yeats looked at the old man, who was between 70 and [-] years old, short and thin, with folds on his face as dry as old tree bark that had lost its moisture, with a poor back and vicissitudes of life, but his eyes that had lost their luster showed compassion.

"She has no ability to make a living, so you rented a small yard like this for her and let her support herself?"

"Yes, it's not that I don't help. I also have a big family to support. With her life experience, no one wants her to be a mother-in-law or a handyman, so she has no choice but to take this path."

Yeats later learned from the neighbor's aunt that Mrs. Liu had told her that the past few years were the happiest and most comfortable years for her. Although she still had to sell her sex, the money she earned was all her own. Satisfied.

The aunt said, "Although people in the alley look down on her, Madam Liu is really nice. You see, she saved this dog. There was also a child in the alley who was almost stolen by Pai Huazi, and she also saved her." , who on earth can actually kill such a good woman?" The aunt sighed, feeling filled with emotion.

Yeats asked, "Madam, when the benefactor comes to see Mrs. Liu, can you see it?"

"If nothing happens at home, you can see it when you sit in the alley, but you know, there are many poor people here in Beicheng, and they all work hard for a bite to eat. Madam Liu's yard is at the end of the alley. Most of the time, there is no one. Pay attention to what kind of men come to buy laughter.”

"Thank you ma'am."

"Your Majesty, you are so kind."

In a murder case like this, due to the identity of the deceased, most of the people she came into contact with were floating and random, making it difficult to investigate and find.

It's dawn, and everyone in Dali Temple is busy with their own business.

Yeats found a breakfast restaurant to have breakfast. While eating, she looked at the investigation information that Teng Chong got from Li Zheng. It turned out to be information about prostitutes in the past few years, which was really beyond her expectation.

She suddenly remembered the ancient method of sitting together. It turned out that Beicheng was relatively poor. Although Lady Liu was a prostitute, she was still a kind of brothel by default and had to pay taxes every month.

Once you pay the tax, everything is legal.

In order to ensure the safety of the area, Li Zheng asked people to register the names of everyone who came to buy laughter to prevent crimes from happening.

Since everything is under the control of the district, the next step is to deal with Dali Temple.

Yeats was in a good mood. He ate a basket of six buns and a bowl of hot porridge. He felt warm and stood up to leave.

He almost bumped into a monk at the door.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Yeats quickly stepped aside to let the monk go forward.

However, the monk did not enter and only stood at the door. "A poor monk has no way to come here to ask for alms. Please give me a bowl of porridge from the almsgiver."

Did you say that to her?Just when Yeats was about to turn around and ask the shopkeeper to deliver a bowl of porridge, the shopkeeper impatiently walked to the door and yelled, "How can there be so many monks for alms during the New Year? If we continue to do alms, my shop will be closed."

The monks were driven out.

For some reason, Yeats felt embarrassed for the monk.

How can a person standing at the door like a clear breeze and a bright moon be chased away like a beggar?

Well...monks who beg for alms seem to be beggars in people's eyes.

"Amitabha." The monk said as naturally as if he were drinking water, "Don't make it difficult for the donor, just don't bother the poor monk." After saying that, he put his hands together again and gathered a sleeve of breeze.

The back is clear and strong, the steps are calm, the corners of the robe are flying, so elegant and elegant.

"and many more!"

The shop owner was about to enter the kitchen when he was stopped by Yeats, "Your Majesty, are you calling me?"

Yeats called people from outside the door.

The monk in gray and white robes stopped and turned his head.