A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 158 158 The Case of the Concubine (5)

Jiang Botao got out of the crowd and followed Yeats around to the back door of the lantern. Only then did he realize that a large lantern about one person tall on the left and right sides of the back door had moved slightly and blocked the walkway. It happened to be completely connected to the side of the lighthouse. Blocking the passages on both sides, the back door formed a small isolated space.

"Then why didn't Mrs. Shi scream?"

Yeats turned out of the side of the lighthouse: "Because she was afraid that the Third Young Master Xie who had invited her to see her being hugged by a man, the murderer seized on her weakness and covered her mouth. When she refused, When the murderer was upset, he picked up the hammer and brought it down."

"Smashing people also makes a sound!"

Yeats sighed: "An hour ago, the fireworks were beautifully displayed on the Imperial City Tower. Everyone, did you all rush out to watch it?"

Guess there were people coming and going in the Lantern Pavilion. Maybe the people who rushed out to watch the fireworks at that time had gone home, and these were just the people who came in later.

As she said, at that time, the Holy Emperor was on the city tower, and all the people were celebrating together. Fireworks filled the sky, which was so beautiful that there were people here who were stupidly guessing lantern riddles.

During this time, I guess the Lantern Pavilion may be empty.

But who would have thought that a living life would be extinguished like fireworks!

For a moment, everyone felt heavy and looked at the little lady who was tied behind her back and beaten beyond recognition!How innocent she is.

Jiang Botao was also in a bad mood, but he always felt that Yeats catching the murderer was too story-like and unbelievable, so he still spoke to break the silence.

"Master Ye, what you are saying sounds like Jiang is acting. Why don't you catch the suspect and let us witness together to see if this is the case."

Zhao Bai narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Jiang Botao with a faint cold light.

Jiang Botao felt it. He thought it was Pei Jingning who was dissatisfied. He looked towards him, but saw him standing with his hands behind his back like a clear moon, "Teng Baotou..."

"Yes, sir." Teng Chong led people to arrest him.

Yeats said behind his back, "He's probably drinking in some tavern."

"..." Teng Chong turned his head.

Yeats said, "The first time he killed someone, he was very upset. He should find a place to sort out his emotions. The tavern is a good choice."

"Received." Just now Tengchong was thinking about how to allocate manpower to find people while heading out, but Ye Xiaodi actually gave the direction directly, and he quickly led the manpower to catch people.

Zhang Jin was about to follow, but was stopped by Yeats, who whispered a few words into his ear. He nodded, "Okay, I understand."

Everyone was itching to see Yeats and the policeman being secretive, and wanted to know what he had said to the policeman, but with the great god Pei Shaoqing standing by, no one dared to ask.

Dali Temple went to arrest people, but everyone could only wait.

Half an hour later, Du Ji, the Minister of Rites, was brought to the scene of the crime.

No one could wait for Yeats to ask the question. The young master standing next to Jiang Botao quickly asked, "Captain Teng, where was the suspect caught?"

Teng Chong said to everyone, "You can smell it yourself."

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the stars are cold on a cold night.

The north wind blew through the door, bringing with it the smell of alcohol, needless to say.

"You actually caught someone from the tavern?" The young master looked in amazement and looked at Yeats in disbelief. "Master Ye, did you know him before, or even be familiar with him?" Otherwise, how could you possibly describe a person's appearance? Is the description so accurate?It's unbelievable.

Yeats smiled slightly, then his eyes darkened with a majestic look on his face, "Master Du, can you tell me what's going on with the people on the ground?"

Wine strengthens courage. Du Ji asked innocently, "I don't know what you are talking about, sir?"

Yeats looked at him coldly.

Du Ji crossed his hands in front of him, raised his chin, and turned half of his body sideways, showing disdain.

Yeats turned sideways and looked at Mrs. Shi, the victim behind him, "The knot she was tied with behind her back was, as far as I know, a rope-tying method used by the underground fire force in the Beijing Fire Prevention Department to escape and save lives. Mr. Du has never done anything with hidden fire." military?"

Du Ji kept silent and just pointed his butt at others.

Someone in the crowd knew him and immediately shouted: "I've done it, he's done it. Three years ago, he was a fire fighter of the Fire Prevention Department."

Unable to avoid it, Du Ji snorted coldly, "There's no promising young man from aristocratic families in the capital who hasn't been trained in the Hidden Fire Army."

The Great Wei Dynasty had been at peace for more than 100 years. Although there were harassments from foreign tribes around, it was only minor disturbances, and there had not been any major wars. Except for the Royal Forest Army, most of the princes and concubines or the children of low-ranking officials had been in the fire brigade for a few years. If you have seniority, you can rely on family connections to climb up the ladder, such as the current Mr. Du Ji and Du.

Yeats remained calm and walked towards Du Ji.

"What are you doing?" For some reason, this little weakling with a male and female appearance looked like a ghost seeking his life, and Du Ji was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

Yeats didn't know what his state of mind was, so he kept calm and walked to his side again. He wanted to step back, but was restrained by Teng Chong and couldn't move.

Yeats stood next to him, pointed to the deceased and said, "You see, there are footprints near the big lantern. If you measure it, you will know whose footprints it is..."

Du Ji subconsciously shrank his feet.

Yeats pretended not to see it, but everyone in the hall saw it.

Yeats continued, "Guess the Lantern Pavilion is a temporary pavilion. There are miscellaneous things piled up in the building below, and the ground is covered with dust. You didn't notice it when you went downstairs to get the hammer and went upstairs."

As soon as Yeats finished speaking, Teng Chong asked several policemen to restrain Du Ji and took off his shoes in a blink of an eye.

Just when Teng rushed to arrest someone, Yang Fuquan returned to Dali Temple and had already brought Yeats' case handling kit.

Everyone stood on tiptoe to see how Mr. Ye, who was an expert in solving crimes, took out the footprints. To be honest, they couldn't see any footprints on the ground at all.

I saw him putting on his gloves, almost lying on the ground, with focused eyes and a serious expression. He lightly brushed something with the brush, blew lightly, took something they didn't recognize and pressed it along the lines of the footprints, and looked at it again. What looks like a pen traces the shape of the feet, the texture of the shoes, and the strength of the feet. Every movement looks careful and clean. It turns out that this is how the people of Dali Temple investigate crimes!
Just when everyone was impatient to see if there were any footprints on the unknown thing, Yeats stood up and pointed the special paper at everyone, "I said that the murderer may have committed the crime for the first time, so he was very panicked and did not destroy the scene. Traces, these are his footprints.”

"Why do you say these are my footprints?" Du Ji refused to admit it at all.

Teng Chong snorted coldly, "Let's not talk about the size of the shoes. The dirt on the edges of the shoes is the same as the dirt on the footprints on the ground. Do you dare to say it's not you?"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help shouting: "Yes, it's the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, who can run to the surrounded first floor!"

Until Yeats matched the sole of his shoe with the mark under the shoe, they were almost the same. His legs gave out and he fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)