A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Qin Dachuan felt incredible, "Hua Wu has a good temper and it is impossible to make enemies with others!"

What would be the motive for killing a little girl?Revenge sir?Antisocial personality?Or something else... Yeats didn't want to think too badly of human nature, so he remained silent.

After a short silence, Hua and his wife reacted, and Hua Ding fainted.

Hua Wu hugged her head and cried, "How could this happen...how could this happen..."

The grocery store proprietress tutted sympathetically, "No way, who would do anything to a child?"

In the north wind, people seem to have forgotten the cold.

Teng Chong walked to Yeats and asked in a low voice, "Then where are we now..."

The off-duty time had long passed and it was already dark. Zhao Bai did not wait for Yeats to bring him cough ointment. Seeing that the office room became dark, the boy couldn't help but remind him, "Sir, it's getting late. Come back!"

In the dark, he asked, "Brother Ye, he must still be working on the case." She would not forget his medicine.

In order to let the master go back, the boy must follow his words and reply: "That is, Mr. Ye, a commoner, can gain a foothold in Dali Temple not only by his ability, but also by his spirit of forgetting to sleep and eat. There must be something wrong with the disappearance case, otherwise it would have been long ago return."

Someone confirmed what he said. Even though it was his servant, Zhao Bai still got up and said, "Yeah." When he comes on duty tomorrow morning, Brother Ye will definitely bring him cough medicine.

Yeats went out to do errands without even eating at noon. Pei Jingning only found out in the afternoon, "Still in the north of the city?"

"Yes, sir, our people meet the people from the city patrol department, listen to what they say."

The carriage stopped in front of a certain restaurant, and Pei Jingning opened the curtain. It was getting dark outside, and the young lady forgot about the time when doing things. He shook his head helplessly, "Bai Lang, go to the restaurant and pack more hot dishes and soup. "

"Yes, my lord."

Half an hour later, Zhang Jin met Shaoqing's carriage heading north of the city, "My lord——"

"Zhang Captou, what are you..." Bai Lang looked behind him and didn't see Ye Pingshi or the others. He felt like he was not a low-level person. Could something have happened?
Zhang Jin faced the carriageway and said, "Sir, Judge Ye is asking for a search warrant."

"Why?" Pei Jingning opened the curtain of pride.

Zhang Jin replied: "The little four-year-old girl in Pianwa Alley is still alive and her body is nowhere to be seen. She may have been killed by people in the alley. Ye Pingshi wants to search all the nearby residents."

Bai Lang looked at the silent master and asked, "Perhaps he was kidnapped by Hua Zi?"

Zhang Jin held up his hands and affirmed, "Ye Pingshi reasoned for an entire afternoon, and the little girl was most likely killed."

Pei Jingning nodded in agreement.

"Thank you sir."

Mr. Zheng took out the sealed search warrant from the official document book and handed it to Zhang Jin, "Hurry up and lead the way."

Zhang Jin was stunned, "Sir, are you going in person?" After asking, he wanted to slap himself in the mouth, and he quickly mounted his horse and ran away in embarrassment.

Bai Lang thought to himself that if nothing was found in the case, Zhang Jin might be guilty of contempt for his superior.

In the cold windy night, Teng Chong stood at the door of Hua's house, looking at the onlookers who were going back to their houses, and asked with some confusion: "Brother Ye, are you not afraid that the murderer is among these people? After they listen to you, they will go home." What to do with the body?”

Yeats looked at the people who were hurriedly running to their homes, and said quietly, "I'm afraid they won't deal with it."

"Oh..." Teng Chong understood. "The more you move, the easier it is to reveal flaws. The more clues you will leave at this time." Yeats looked at the grocery store. The proprietress of the shop was packing away the goods displayed at the door. There were wooden basins, teapots, sauce jars, and jars, and there wasn't even a waiter. She was the only woman, and she half-hugged and half-rolled the big sauce jar into it.

A woman in her 30s, fat and strong, always smiles when she meets everyone. She has both the shrewdness of a small businessman and the boldness and straightforwardness of a child of the world. If she wanted a little girl, she would probably not kill her. , most of which are resold.

Not her.

Yeats then turned to the old man Ding who sat at the entrance of the alley all day long. His son was an itinerant man who spent all day introducing coolies to merchants at the canal docks for introduction fees.

The dock in Beijing is no better than other places. Water transportation is busy and there is business every day. The Ding family lives a good life, so the old man has the leisure to sit in the alleyway and bask in the sun and talk about the mountains.

If it was him, why was he staring at a four-year-old girl?Yeats had handled cases of old men molesting young children in her previous life, but today at noon, when she arrived at the entrance of the alley, Old Man Ding saw them in official uniforms. He was not panicked or confused, only curious, as if he had found material for bragging in the future.

The sudden micro-expression did not lie, Yeats shook his head.

not him.

In the night, the alley that had been in chaos just now suddenly became calm. Since everyone's economic level was average, there were almost no lanterns hanging at the door of the houses in the entire alley. There was only one hanging at the door of the grocery store, which was dim and illuminated. The alley is dark and deep.

Just when Yeats was silently paying attention to which house no one was entering or leaving, a dark figure staggered towards the alley entrance.

Yeats asked, "Who is he?"

The official said that his daughter had been killed and Hua Wu had been squatting on the ground and had long since lost his soul. Then he heard Yeats asking questions.

Qin Dachuan walked to the door of the grocery store. The proprietress of the grocery store had already packed up the goods at the door. If it weren't for these officials, she would have locked up and gone home for dinner.

After hearing Mr. Guan's question, he quickly walked up to Yeats and asked, "Sir Guan, are you looking for me?"

Yeats nodded his chin at the man who entered the alley.

The proprietress stood on tiptoe and looked forward, "The guy at the end of the alley, his name is Mao Dan. He is not only a drunkard, but also a lecher. He spends all day guarding the prostitutes at the canal pier. He has both food and..."

The lady boss smiled meaningfully, and you all understand.

Teng Chong leaned close to Yeats and whispered, "I heard that some Hualou brothels will abduct beautiful little girls of several years old and bring them back to be trained. When they are raised to a certain level, they will come out to make money by making fun of them. Could it be this guy?"

At this time, a drunken man passed by Yeats and others. He saw a few people wearing official uniforms and felt very strange. He even asked them, "What...are you doing here?"

"Is this something you can ask?" Teng Chong saw the boy's eyes were filled with confusion and held out the broadsword at his waist.

"Oh, mother!" The pervert was so frightened that he peed his pants. After a while, he got into the yard at the end of the alley and closed the door with a bang.

Teng Chong asked: "Does he look like the murderer?"

Yeats shook his head, "It's not him."

"Then he is on the flower boat all day long. What if some madam asks him to kidnap a little girl? The child of the Hua family is said to be fair and lovable. If...then the child makes a fuss, he is afraid of being discovered. Did you accidentally cover it to death?"

Yang Fuquan felt that Teng Baotou's analysis was not unreasonable, so he nodded in agreement.

Yeats shook his head, "In the evening, when I was squatting in the garbage dump, I saw Gouzi's eyes. At that time, I felt that the murderer must be a very gloomy person. He is usually taciturn and not good at dealing with others. He wears slovenly clothes and lives a shabby life. I also lived in a state of confusion..." (End of this chapter)