A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Tianxiang Tower, the Qin Tower and Chu Pavilion, one of the best in the capital of the Wei Dynasty, the guests who can enter and have fun are either rich or noble. To put it bluntly, they are either rich or have status.

The deceased was a prostitute in Tianxiang Tower. She was twenty-three this year. She was originally a thin horse from Yangzhou. Two years ago, a distinguished guest brought her to the capital and sold her to Tianxiang Tower. Although she had a pretty face, she was over twenty. She was an old prostitute and had charm. , except that she is not the number one, she is one of the best in Tianxiang Tower in other aspects. She is a very famous female prostitute, with many people supporting her and making a lot of money.

Someone was killed last night, and the ground was covered with blood, which was shocking.

The old madam wiped her tearless eyes and shouted, "Die'er, you kicked off with your legs, but what will I do? You are my mother's heart. If you leave, you will take away my mother's heart." Ah...Die'er..."

Her crying was more beautiful than her singing, and the people in the building listened with gusto.

When Yeats arrived, it was such a scene, as if the death of a person was no different from the death of a cat or a dog.

Teng Chong drew his sword and said, "Get out of the way... Get out of the way... Dali Temple is handling the case... The rest of the people are waiting to get out of the way..."

In Tianxiang Tower, Teng Chong's status was somewhat insufficient. The young men and greasy men who were watching stood lazily and moved around, blocking the entrance to the stairs.

In fact, they turned their heads around the railing, condescending and laughing, "Hey, isn't this the second son of the uncle's house? Since when did he become a headhunter?"

Teng Chong had been a headcatcher for several years. Yeats didn't believe that these people didn't know and were here to humiliate people.

Teng Chong's knuckles holding the big knife were really white, and he was so angry that he wanted to scratch them with the knife.

Yeats asked quietly, "Who are they?"

Teng Chong replied angrily, "They are all from the clan, the Duke, and the Marquis."

They really all have status. Yeats showed a professional smile, pulled Teng Chong behind him, and walked upstairs.

Teng Chong was followed by someone from Dali Temple. These young masters and greasy men had long been well-connected. They even gossiped a lot about the legend about Yeats. However, with Pei Shaoqing, the son of the eldest princess, protecting her, they did not take the initiative to provoke her.

Today... don't blame them for being rude to the pretty boys who came to your door.

Two young men immediately reached out and tried to touch Yeats's face.

She smiled and stretched out both hands.

The two young masters thought that the pretty boy wanted to tease them, and they were so happy. In the blink of an eye, they flew to the first floor like butterflies, and then everyone heard the sound of pig killing...

"Mom... help me..."

"Killer..."

……

The young men and greasy men who had been blocking the stairs just now to watch the excitement were running around like ants on a hot pot. Then they looked at the two young men who were thrown downstairs by Yeats. If they didn't fall to death, they would probably have at least a broken leg or something. an arm.

At the bottom of the stairs, Teng Chong:...

On the stairs, Zhang Jin:...

people...

Yeats brushed his hands and walked up the stairs step by step.

The young masters who were surrounding him retreated step by step.

The madam had long forgotten to yell. It was not until Yeats walked up to her that she was stunned and said, "Your Excellency..."

Yeats took out his identity token: "Yeats of Dali Temple came to Tianxiang Tower to investigate Yang Die'er's case on orders from Lord Lu."

"Okay, okay..." The madam politely invited the person into the private room.

Yeats did not go in, but stopped at the door and glanced at the crime scene in the private room.

Tables and chairs were overturned everywhere, and the curtains beside the bed had been pulled and grabbed. The bed was messy. The deceased should have been waiting on the man before the accident. The deceased did not die on the bed, but fell on the footboard beside the bed.

The deceased was face up, with one hand holding a knife stuck in his chest, and the other hand hanging on the edge of the pedal. His eyes were wide open, as if he had been frightened or encountered something unexpected before his death.

"Sir..." Seeing that Yeats was still not coming into the scene, the Madam reminded him, "Sir, if you finish it as soon as possible, the slave family can do business as soon as possible, otherwise..."

The old madam, who had been serving power all day long, fell silent under the majestic gaze of the young Dali Temple official. When she realized that she was just a young boy in front of her, she immediately let out a sigh inwardly. What kind of girl am I? I’ve never seen him before, so I’m still afraid of him... Just when I was about to regain my face, I suddenly felt something was wrong...

wrong……

The madam immediately took a closer look at the pretty face's Adam's apple, breasts, and butt. She was stunned. She was clearly a little lady...

She has read countless people. She has never seen any kind of person. She will definitely be right. She will immediately open her mouth to scream...

"You want to try?" Yeats said quietly as his eyes fell on the deceased.

Mother, the madam was startled. She didn’t even look, as if she had eyes in the back of her head and knew what she wanted to do: "You..."

Yeats slowly turned around and looked at the two young men downstairs who were thrown by her, "I dare to beat them, what do you think?"

The two young men with broken bones were carried upstairs, "You stinking country bumpkin, do you dare to throw my son?"

One leg was broken, but his mouth was not broken. Prince Guangling twisted his cannibalistic face and shouted, "I want to kill you?"

"Then you will try?"

Prince Guangling waved his hand, and his guards rushed forward.

Come one, Yeats hits one, two come, she hits a pair, and in a short while, a dozen guards were beaten to a pulp by Yeats.

She dusted off her clothes and said sternly to the onlookers: "I'll say it again, Dali Temple is handling the case. If you want to watch the fun, you can, but whoever wants to disturb the Dali Temple case, these people will be your fate."

Everyone looked at the beaten guard, and everyone looked at the pretty boy in horror. It turned out that the legend was true. He had really broken into Hongxiaoyuan with his bare hands!

Some people were dissatisfied: "Your mother Chi..."

Yeats turned around and pointed at the scolding young master, "You can go to the emperor to complain to me about the imperial edict. Go now, otherwise, my people will get to the palace first and you will be ignored!"

"..."

With this sentence, all the young men and greasy men who wanted to tease or cause trouble stopped and silently took three steps back.

The Dali Temple detectives were finally able to occupy the crime scene.

At this time Yan Wuzuo also arrived.

Upstairs, Ye Dao said to him: "Master Yan, we are waiting for you."

Yan Zuozuo glanced at these wealthy nobles, lowered his head and went up the stairs.

On the fourth floor of Tianxiang Building, three or four people stood behind the pillars and looked towards the second floor. "The person named Ye is already here. Do you think she will find the murderer?"

"I heard that she is good at using fingerprints to solve cases. There are no fingerprints on the knife today. I don't know how she caught the murderer."

"Yeah, I'm curious."

At the fence on the third floor of Tianxiang Tower, Prince Zhao Qi'an of Nanping County frowned so hard that he could catch a fly: "Yeats is so arrogant, does Pei Ziqian know?"

His entourage curled his lips and said, "Perhaps Mr. Ye dares to be so presumptuous because of Pei Shaoqing's connivance."

"..." Is that so?

Pei didn't wait for his Zhizhi, and his brows were so wrinkled that he could kill a fly, "Is there a murder case in Tianxiang Tower?"

"Yes, sir."

Pei Jingning stood up.

"Master...Master..." Where are you going? I haven't had lunch yet. (End of chapter)