A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Xie Jun, the Third Young Master of Ping Bo Mansion, stood in the crowd with a blank look on his face, not moving.

Yeats smiled slightly, "Thank you, Master, I didn't say you killed someone."

"Then...then what do you want me to do?"

Mr. Shi was even more anxious than the people in Dali Temple, "Did you date my daughter?" Thinking that something was wrong, he stood in Guideng Pavilion, "Did you really date my daughter?"

Mr. Shi quickly got up from the ground and was about to rush over to fight with Third Young Master Xie, "You bastard, give my daughter your life..."

Pei Jingning signaled Teng Chong and others to stop Mr. Shi. His majestic eyes glanced at Xie San, making him tremble in fright. He quickly walked out of the crowd, "Sir..." and saluted Pei Jingning indiscriminately.

Yeats asked: "Is this Madam Shi you are dating?"

Xie Yun turned sideways unnaturally and turned his face to the side, not daring to look Yeats inquiringly.

When everyone saw Mr. Xie's tone, could it be that Mrs. Shi really killed herself?
The whispers from Qiaoqiao came over, and Xie Yun was so frightened that she quickly waved her hands, "I didn't kill anyone, I... I just came here, and I haven't... seen her yet..."

Yeats looked at his pale face and asked again: "Why did you date Mrs. Shi..."

"Of course I'm watching the lanterns..."

Third Young Master Xie never dared to look into the eyes of Yeats and others.

Teng Chong couldn't help but whisper in Yeats' ear, "Look at his guilty conscience, there is definitely something wrong with this person."

Yeats turned his head and said, "Qiuxiang——"

Mrs. Shi’s girl quickly knelt down and straightened her body, “Sir——”

"Thank you, Third Young Master, for asking your eldest lady, is it verbal or written?"

"Return to your lord, this is a message from his servant."

Zhang Jin pulled Xie Jun's servant in from the crowd and knelt in front of Yeats.

"Why did your young master make an appointment with Mrs. Shi?"

The young man looked at his master, his face turned pale with fear, "Mr.... Young Master... just say it, or will you become a murderer?"

Teng Chong shouted, "If he doesn't tell you, you tell him."

The young man was frightened by him and immediately shouted, "The young master asked me to ask Mrs. Shi out to break off the engagement. He doesn't want to marry a concubine."

Mr. Shi lost his official position, and his dead daughter was despised by others. His mentality was so shattered that he jumped up again and wanted to eat the young master in front of him.

Teng Chong and others could only stop the excited and crazy Master Shi again.

Yeats glanced at Mr. Xie, who had been cowering in fear, then turned around and walked towards the deceased again. The head of the deceased was hit several times with a hammer. During the beating, the deceased's jaw hit the ground, and the skin on his lower jaw was broken. The flesh was torn, as if it had been bitten by a mad dog, and it was so miserable.

"Master Yan, how many times did she get hit on the head?"

Yan Wuzuo replied, "At least twenty or thirty times..."

The onlookers gasped after hearing so many blows. No wonder there was so much blood on the ground.

Yeats bent down and reached out to touch the deceased's hands, which were tied behind his back. There were signs of struggle on them, and he untied the knots that tied them.

There are many ways to tie ropes, but not many people know how to tie them in life. Many people just tie them casually, as long as they don't take them off.

Only those who often deal with knots will know which knot is better to use under what circumstances.For example, the figure eight knot is simple to tie and can be used as a temporary or simple stop or braking point on a rope. Even if the two ends are pulled tightly, it can still be easily untied.

At this moment, the knot that tied the hands of the deceased was called the king of knots - the human knot. According to common sense, it is unlikely to appear in this situation, but it did.

Yeats stood up.

Pei Jingning glanced at her.

Yeats took a deep breath habitually.

Teng Chong's eyes lit up, and sure enough the next second...

"The murderer is not Mr. Xie."

When Xie Jun heard Yeats's assertion, it was like the sound of nature, and his eyes that were afraid to dodge suddenly brightened up, "Thank you, sir... Sir, you are my savior..."

Thank you, Third Young Master, everything is fine.

Mr. Shi quit, "My daughter is raised in a boudoir, and she doesn't even know a man. If it's not him, who else is it? If you say it's not him, it's not him. You must have taken the benefits of Ping Bo's house. You guys..."

The more he spoke, the more outrageous he became. Teng Chong had no choice but to stop the mad Master Shi again.

Master Shi refused to accept it and refused to shut up, "If it's not him, then who is it? Who killed my daughter, I will fight you to the death."

Yeats said: "The murderer has left the scene."

left?
Everyone looked at each other, and the scene suddenly fell silent, which was disturbingly quiet.

Suddenly, someone asked: "Who is it?"

Everyone looked at the person who asked the question, and someone recognized him. It was Jiang Botao, the eldest son of Changyuhou Mansion. His cousin's case had not been solved. He was very unhappy. He just found the opportunity, so how could he not ask.

Jiang Botao, the eldest son of Changyu Houfu, was Teng Chong's friend. When his friend asked Ye Xiaodi about it on the spot, he was a little at a loss.

Yeats calmly looked at everyone, "I wonder who the murderer is?"

"Hey, then how do you know that he is not at the scene?" asked a young man from an aristocratic family standing next to Jiang Botao, the eldest son of Changyuhou Mansion, "We can only look at the blood on the ground. It must not have been long since Mrs. Shi was killed!"

Those who can go to the lantern pavilion and guess lantern riddles near the Imperial City Tower must be rich or noble, because the streets near the Imperial City seem to be crowded with people coming and going, but in fact they are all filtered by the people of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division. After checking it once, no one without a certain identity can get in.

Dali Temple is different from other bureaus. It catches evil and punishes evil. It is majestic and majestic, just like the heroes in story books. It is very attractive to young men. Today, Yeats, who is rumored to be an expert in solving crimes, finally met them. , late at night, I didn’t even want to go home, I just wanted to see how he solved the case and caught the murderer.

Too exciting isn't it?

Nanping County Prince Zhao Qian looked at Pei Jingning, who was as calm as a pine tree, with a smile. What was he thinking?Are you looking for an opportunity to pull your sweetheart off the flames of everyone?

What to do? He was also very curious. He said he didn’t know who the murderer was, but also said the murderer was not at the scene. So who was the murderer who was not at the scene?
Why didn't everyone want to go home and sleep after a while?It was late at night and the murderer was not at the scene, so Yeats was not in a hurry to write a criminal profile for the murderer.

Looking at the hungry eyes of everyone, Yeats took a deep breath again: "The murderer probably doesn't know Mrs. Shi..."

"Don't know her?" The young master was puzzled, "Then why do you want to kill her?"

Yeats turned from the side of the lighthouse to the front of the lighthouse, and all the lights from the top floor suddenly shone on her, like light like jade.

"Tonight, he was in a very bad mood. He might have just had a quarrel with his wife just before he set foot on the Cai Deng Pavilion. She turned around and left. He was alone in anger and dejection, and unknowingly walked up the steps of the Cai Deng Pavilion.

Entering the hall, it looked like he was looking at lanterns. In fact, as he moved numbly with the crowd, one lantern after another passed before his eyes, until he came to the large lantern that was as tall as a person at the back door of the lighthouse. The little lady stood here nervously and shyly. From time to time she stretched her head and turned around the lighthouse to look at the gate. The person she was waiting for has not come yet..."