A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 161 161 Disappearance Case (1)

Ye Lan never expected that the third brother would bring such a big official to dinner, and was so frightened that he was in a panic.

Qin Dachuan and others did not expect that Master Shaoqing would arrive just after they were halfway through eating. He quickly came over to salute, "Sir -"

"The price is down, you can do whatever you want."

"Yes, my lord."

Ye Ji Restaurant is not big, with no private rooms, only a lobby with seven or eight tables. Because the building is tall, a part of it was separated into a false second floor, which is equivalent to a modern LOFT (it means under the roof, under the roof, Attic for storage)

Seeing that Ye Lan and Ade were so frightened that they didn't know what to do, Yeats had to invite them to the second floor, a resting place she reserved for herself. Sometimes when the case was late, she was too lazy to go home and disturb everyone, so she Come to Yip Kee Loft for a simple rest.

Winter doesn't come very often, it's too cold. This shop was built in early winter last year and I haven't stayed here in summer yet, but Yeats estimates that it will be quite cool when the windows are opened and the evening breeze blows.

Yeats took the person upstairs and said, "Sir, please sit down for a moment while I go downstairs to prepare some ingredients and sauces."

Pei Jingning walked around with his hands behind his hands, looking at the light. It was a small, simple room with a bed against the west wall, a desk by the south window, a small square table in the middle, and two chairs. There was a kitchenette against the north wall. There is a small bookshelf on the side of the cook, with many books placed up and down.

He glanced at Yeats. For a young lady with such outstanding abilities, it seemed that these books had contributed a lot.

Yeats didn't know what Mr. Shaoqing was thinking. Seeing that he was interested in the room, he smiled and said, "Sir, please take a look first. I'll go down and prepare. I'll be up soon."

"Yeah." Pei Jingning nodded.

After Yeats left, he waved his hand, and Bai Lang quickly approached, "My lord——"

"Bring up the charcoal fire."

"Yes, my lord."

Yeats went to the kitchen.

Ye Lan hurriedly stepped forward, "Third... Third brother..." She was still very panicked.

Yeats smiled at the two of them, "Help prepare some vegetables, mutton, Baiye... Anyway, we have eaten pots at home, so you can prepare them according to the ingredients at home."

"it is good."

With the goal in mind, Ye Lan and Ade stopped panicking and quickly started working with the chef.

Yeats mixed the sauce himself. Just as he was about to see how Ye Lan and the others prepared the side dishes, Qin Dachuan came over from the lobby.

Yeats thought he had eaten well and wanted to go back, but he hesitated to speak.

"what's wrong?"

Qin Dachuan looked upstairs and then at the door.

Yeats washed his hands and came out of the kitchen, "Uncle Qin, what's the matter?"

Qin Dachuan didn't say anything and led the people to the door of the restaurant. The waiter was stopping a woman who was covering her mouth and crying. When she saw Yeats, her tearful eyes lit up, as if she had found help. Like a star.

"Sister-in-law, this is..."

The woman burst into tears, but suppressed herself from crying, "Sir...save my Miao'er!"

The night was dark and the wind was chilly outside. Yeats quickly helped his sister-in-law into the lobby and moved a stool for her to sit down. The woman refused to sit down and insisted on kneeling to speak.

"Sister-in-law, if you do this again, I won't help you."

The woman was so frightened that she had to sit on the stool, "Please, my lord, please..." She grabbed Yeats's hand tightly.

"Say it, I'm listening!" Yeats whispered softly, comforting the grief-stricken woman.

The woman calmed down for a while before she could control her emotions, "My Miao'er is missing. I searched for it for three days and three nights but couldn't find it. When I reported it to the Yamen, the people from the Yamen said they would help with the search, but two Yamen and neighbors came. After asking, there was nothing more to say.”

This is the normal procedure of the yamen, "Have you asked your relatives and friends to help find you?" When a relative disappears, for the first time, he mainly relies on his relatives and friends.

"Please, people all over the alley have searched for my house, but they can't even find Miao'er. If we don't find her, I'm afraid... I'm afraid of Miao'er..."

"How old is your daughter?" "Four years old."

This age is the favorite age of human traffickers. It is easy to coax and has no memory, so it is best to lie.

"Have strangers entered the alley recently?"

The woman shook her head, "I've asked all the neighbors and no strangers have been here, not even the candy sellers who usually walk around the streets."

Yeats frowned and looked at Qin Dachuan.

He stepped forward and said, "His man knows me. He found me after asking around all day today. He wants to ask me to help find his daughter." After saying that, he looked out the door.

Only then did Yeats realize that there was a young man squatting on the side of the door, facing the street, his back bent like a little old man, very old.

Dali Temple is really not a place to find people.

Yeats thought for a moment, "Wait a moment." He turned around, "Lan'er——"

"Third brother?"

"Give……"

Qin Dachuan said: "My husband's surname is Hua, and my sister-in-law's surname is Ding."

"A bowl of hot mutton noodles for Brother Hua and Sister Hua."

"it is good."

Hua Ding could eat it and grabbed Yeats who was about to leave, "Master Ye, I heard people say that you are a god in solving crimes. Please help us catch the human traffickers and get my Miao'er back."

Yeats smiled and said, "I will go upstairs to find an official who is bigger than me and ask him to assign people to find your seedlings."

Mrs. Hua Ding knelt down with a bang and kowtowed, "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir..."

Yeats went upstairs, looking apologetic, "My lord..."

The noise downstairs was so loud that Pei Jingning had already heard it and asked Bai Lang to find the deputy commander of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division, "Just say what I said, find a four-year-old girl."

"Yes, my lord."

Yeats said again, "Sir, I'll go down with Guard Bai and draw some portraits for him."

Pei Jingning nodded.

After going downstairs, Yeats asked Hua Ding to tell her what his daughter looked like. He drew a few pictures for the little girl and handed them to Guard Bai: "If it's not enough, please ask someone from the Military and Horse Department to help draw a few more pictures."

"Yes." Bai Lang walked out of the restaurant with a knife in his hand.

When the Hua family couple saw the official taking action, they finally felt like they saw hope. Ding Lan also ate the mutton noodles served by Yeats with Yeats's persuasion, and Yeats went upstairs after they had been arranged properly.

When I went upstairs, someone put the hot pot on.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long."

Pei Jingning was leaning on the long soft bench against the east wall, holding Shuijingzhu in his hand and reading with gusto. When he heard Yeats's voice, he turned his head, his eyebrows soft, "Do you like reading these?" He turned the cover of the book Turning to himself, he looked at the title of the book.

Yeats smiled slightly, "In our line of work, you have to understand everything from astronomy to geography."

"Rivers and rivers are also related to solving the case?" Pei Shaoqing felt strange.

"Of course." Yeats set out the dishes and adjusted the saucepan, "For example, one day a corpse was found in a mountain stream. How to determine how long the deceased had been dead and whether the place of discovery was a crime scene or a flood? Those who rushed downstream..."

"..."

Looking at the little lady under the lamp, the more I look at her, the more beautiful she becomes.

Yeats continued, "The water temperature in different rivers is different, and the degree of corrosion on the corpse is also different. The height of the mountain is different, and the speed of water rushing down is also different..."

(End of this chapter)