A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

When Yan Wuzuo arrived, the crowd of onlookers in the alley were still there, and even the residents of nearby alleys gathered around him. It was impossible for Mo Songhui to squeeze in.

Yan Wuzuo went to Shaoqing first and saluted, "My lord——"

"Hurry up and get busy."

"Yes, my lord."

Master Yan not only brought his apprentices, but also his men. In addition to the original few catchers, nearly 50 people started digging three feet into the ground with lanterns like ants.

Seeing that the matter at the crime scene would not be settled for a while, Bai Lang gently moved to his master's side, "Sir... how about... let's first..."

Pei Jingning first looked at the dark crowd, then glanced at him, giving him a look of disgust.

Bai Lang: ...

Is it possible that the master spent the whole night with Mr. Ye after working on the case?This is too...

Mo Song turned to the proprietress of the grocery store and asked in a low voice: "Auntie, do you have a stool?" Since the master wants to sit down for Master Ye, let's prepare a real stool for the master.

"Yes, yes..." The landlady looked happy that the official looked like him could sit on her stool. I guess the fact that the official sat on her stool was enough for her to brag about for the rest of her life.

Pei Jingning sat at the door of the grocery store, put her arms on the low counter, and fell asleep with her hands on the side of her face. She wanted to have dinner with Yeats and lie quietly on the carriage to gradually cool down!
Mr. Shaoqing didn’t even eat his dinner!
The night is getting deeper and deeper. Behind the screen wall in the courtyard, the sound of digging and stirring is particularly clear in the silent night. People outside the courtyard are frightened when they hear it. Some people can't help but guess: "Is it possible that all the missing children nearby in the past few years have been hidden by Mrs. Bi? "

Once someone started, the discussion couldn't stop, "Why is she hiding the child?"

They couldn't figure it out. Do they want to treat their children as maids?
"It's possible that you think she has a bad taste and it's inconvenient for her to do things. Maybe you want to get a free girl to do your bidding..."

Everyone looked through it over and over again, and found thirteen skulls, buried on the ground, rolled in corners, and hidden in utility rooms.

After Mr. Ye's verification, they ranged in age from three or four to seven or eight years old, and most of them were girls. It could no longer be described as shocking, it was simply horrific.

Yeats stood in front of the corpse and mourned in silence until he recovered his mood, then slowly walked to the door of the old woman's room.

She still sat quietly like that, as if all the tragedy had nothing to do with her.

"Why are you eating these children?" If Yeats wasn't handling the case, he would have wanted to kill this old woman with a knife. It was so terrifying.

The old woman's beadless eyes finally turned at Yeats' question. Suddenly, the cataracts covering her eyeballs seemed to have been removed, revealing the black eyeballs.

"See, this is the result of eating tender baby flesh and drinking fresh blood."

"You eat human flesh and drink human blood to cure diseases?" Yeats tried hard to hold back his uncontrollable expression and resist the urge to spit at her. Fortunately, she could think of it, so... her lungs almost exploded.

The old woman chuckled, rolled her eyes again, and the whites and eyes merged into one, she was like a zombie.

"You..." Yeats tried hard to calm down, "Who said eating... can cure eye diseases?"

The old woman squinted her eyes and smiled, as if she was lost in some memory, "Of course it was my great-grandmother. I was only four years old at that time. She told me that the meat of the little boy was tender and delicious, and their blood could cure the disease." All diseases, you see, there is nothing wrong with me after drinking the blood of these babies. Besides, these meats, when put into soup, are the most delicious things in the world. This is the treatment of gods. Come on... come on..."

She suddenly got up and walked out!

Yeats grabbed her and said, "What's going on..." On the one hand, he was afraid that she would get mad and hurt the people outside, but on the other hand, she observed her more closely. She seemed abnormal?

"Of course I will ascend to immortality." After saying that, he shook Yeats's hand.

Yeats did not let go. Her eyes turned over again, revealing black eyes, which were red, like a man-eating evil ghost. "You want to stop me from ascending to become a god?" Yeats stared at her coldly, seeing how crazy she was. Still a show.

"Do you know how many years I've been waiting, old lady? A whole 13 years!"

Thirteen?

Is it possible to eat one a year?
Yan Wuzuo looked at the corpses of young children on the ground, shook his head and sighed, actually practicing witchcraft and wanting to become a god?Many emperors in ancient times have asked for it, but has anyone succeeded?A mortal old woman actually became a murderer here.

too frightening.

The old woman struggled to run away. Yeats couldn't tell whether she was really crazy or fake, so he didn't let go and said, "Captain Teng, tie her up." He took her back to Dali Temple for further interrogation.

"Yes, my lord."

The old woman was willing to give in. She looked very thin and weak, but her strength was astonishing. At first, the two detectives failed to restrain her. Teng Chong took the two of them to restrain her in person, and then took her to the ground. She stopped only after stuffing something so dirty that no holes could be seen into her screaming mouth.

"What should we do now?"

There were thirteen children's bones on the ground. Once the news came out, the capital city would be shaken!
Seeing that it was almost dawn and the murderer was caught, Yeats suddenly lost all his strength and said, "I'll go out and take a look first."

Zhang Jin seemed to know what Yeats wanted to do. He said, "People from the several alleys in front and behind are crowded in Pianwa Alley."

"..." The people didn't sleep all night?
Zhang Jin nodded, "Do you know why it's so quiet outside with so many people?"

"..." Yeats had been immersed in the case just now and really didn't know.

"Shaoqing has always been here." Otherwise, the people in the alley would have barged in long ago, which would have allowed them to handle the case quietly.

Sir... is your lord still here?
Yeats suddenly gained strength again and strode out quickly.

Master Pei, who had been drowsy all the time, suddenly opened his eyes as if he knew who was coming out.

"Sir..." For some reason, Yeats was very fragile at this moment and wanted to be hugged. How could there be such a crazy and evil old woman in this world? That was a living and lovely child. How could she do it? .

Pei Jingning stood up and stood in front of Yeats, "What's wrong?" He bent down and whispered softly.

"Sir..." Yeats couldn't help but shed tears.

Pei Jingning reached out and patted her shoulder, "You did a good job."

"But I can't save them."

"That's the fault of the wicked. The children know that you have done your best to bring them back to life."

"grown ups……"

If it weren't for the darkness, Yeats would have thrown himself into the adults' warm and broad chests and cried heartily.

Finally, Pei and Ye agreed not to announce the truth for the time being, and immediately evacuated the crowd. They waited until the people from the Five Cities Military and Horse Division came and surrounded all the exits. Only then did the people from Dali Temple dare to remove the bodies of the thirteen children. The remains were removed.

It was not until three days later that Zhang Jin went to Pianwa Alley to ask the family of the child who had been missing for 13 years to go to Dali Temple to identify the remains.

The Hua family's Miao'er was killed three days ago, the day after she disappeared. When the Hua family went through the entire alley and went out to look for her, the old woman killed him calmly and ate and drank for three days. The moment Yeats found it.