A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Entering Yongcui Building, you didn't see any gaming tables at first glance. What you saw was a high platform, where drums and opera were being played, and some kind of play was being performed, and the people in the audience were watching it with gusto.

Yeats turned around and looked around. Various vendors were walking around, and it was very lively. It was a bit like a tile shop, but it was quite interesting. She found a seat and was about to sit down. When she turned around, Zhao Bai was putting money in the hands of a waiter-like person. dime.

Yeats: ...how could she forget that there is a fee to enter these places.

Zhao Bai felt that someone was looking at him, turned around, faced Yeats's apologetic smile, and walked over, "Sit down!"

"Next time, please."

"Okay!"

Zhao Bai was not polite, smiled warmly, and asked her to sit down, but he did not sit down, but turned around to look for something.

Yeats turned his head after him, and suddenly knew what he was looking for, and quickly stopped the hawker before him, "A pot of tea, and two plates of melon seeds..."

Seeing her rushing to buy snacks, Zhao Bai pointed at him helplessly, "You..."

"Brother Zhao will pay for a seat, and I'll bring you some snacks."

When you ask someone for help, you can't ask them to pay for it. Although the money is nothing to Zhao Bai, Yeats is embarrassed to bother others and ask others to pay.

Zhao Bai was not the kind of person who waited for a small family. Seeing that Yeats wanted to buy snacks, he complied with it, so he sat on the other side of the small table and chatted with Yeats while watching the play.

Qin Dachuan and Yang Fuquan sat around Yeats. They were not in the mood to watch the show. They were always looking for fat men, ranging from more than 20 to more than 40. As long as there was anyone who met the conditions, they would gently remind Yeats He looked over and asked her if she looked like the murderer.

Yeats came here to find the murderer, so she kept paying attention to the people coming and going in the lobby. There were many fat people, but intuitively there was no one she was looking for.

The three of them had been paying attention to the fat man, but they had not noticed that Zhao Bai, who seemed to be staring at the stage, had been following Yeats out of the corner of his eye. Amidst the noisy and lively sounds of the opera, the irritability in his pale face was... The whispers of Yeats and Yang Fuquan were lost in the din of the night.

It turns out that some people, even if they don't talk, just get together, it's like spring water that cools and soothes the soul.

On the second floor, the owner of Yongcuilou was leaning against the unnoticed pillar, with his arms folded, looking like a lazy swinger, and he cooed at someone, "You can safely let a widower accompany Zhizhi?"

Pei Jingning was leaning on the other side of the pillar with his arms folded, "Can you clean that bitch of yours?"

"Hey, do you think that guy Zhao Bai is a widower?"

Pei Jingning snorted coldly and ignored him, "Check your bald donkey!" After saying that, he put down his arms and turned around to leave.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Zhao Qian's response was the babbling ditties of the actors.

He curled his lips, "This guy, if it weren't for you, why would I have come to Yongcui Tower? I'd be so busy!"He also put down his hands, stood up and left.

Before I knew it, it was the beginning of Haishi (9 o'clock in modern times). It was just the right time for people living overnight in the capital, but it was a bit late for people like Yeats who would be on duty tomorrow.

She saw that Zhao Bai was fascinated by the play, so she thought about not disturbing him. She was about to call him a boy and was about to tell him that they were going back first. Zhao Bai turned around and said, "Brother Ye, are you going back?"

Yeats nodded, "Nothing gained, I'm going back."

Zhao Bai glanced at the stage with some confusion, "Maybe the murderer just came out to play?"

Yeats shook his head, "The murderer is a good man who cares about his family. At this moment, he should go home or be with his family at home."

Zhao Bai looked at her as if he didn't believe it: "Why?"

"This..." Yeats didn't know how to explain it to him for a moment, so he hesitated and said, "It's still my speculation for the time being."

Zhao Bai felt that Yeats knew why he speculated like this, but he did not ask further questions. He smiled slightly and stood up, "Then I will go with you."

"Brother Zhao, if you think the play is good, then listen to it again." Zhao Bai said, "You have forgotten that I have just recovered from a serious illness. I have to go home and have a good rest."

serious illness?

Yeats was concerned and wanted to ask more: "Brother Zhao..."

The young lady looked sympathetic, and Zhao Bai quickly raised his eyes, "It's nothing, it's an old habit. It happens every summer."

"Have you found any folk remedies? I heard they are very useful for seasonal illnesses like this."

Zhao Bai looked at Yeats with deep eyes and light eyes: "It's useless."

Yeats originally wanted to give some advice, but for some reason, the way he looked at her made her feel a little uncomfortable, so he smiled and changed the subject, "Then go back and rest early."

"Yes." Zhao Bai smiled and said, "Tomorrow morning I will take you to a teahouse. There are rich and idle people there. Maybe the murderer is among them."

"Okay." For some reason, Yeats wanted to refuse, thinking not to trouble him, but he didn't give Yeats a chance. Forget it, he was also a member of Yeats' team, and everyone was trying to solve the case as soon as possible.

The group of people left Yongcui Building together.

In the evening breeze and darkness, Yang Fuquan was waiting for the waiter to lead the horse over. A black carriage slowly drove over. The curtain of the carriage lifted a corner, "Master Ye, get in the carriage."

Yang Fuquan took a closer look and said, "Master Pei?" He quickly stepped forward and saluted.

Of course Yeats also saw it. For some reason, like a thief, she looked around before stepping forward, "My lord——"

Pei Jingning didn't wait for her to salute, and stretched out his hand to pull her into the carriage.

"I came here on horseback." Yeats refused.

Bai Lang stepped forward quickly and said, "Ye Pingshi, don't worry, your horse will be right behind the carriage."

Yeats: ...what else can I say?He turned around and cupped his hands towards Zhao Bai, "Mr. Zhao, see you at the teahouse tomorrow morning."

Zhao Baiyin was hidden in the night, and the night covered his pale face. When he heard Yeats's words, he raised his arms and said, "Okay, little brother Ye." It seemed that in the blink of an eye, he walked from darkness to light again.

The corners of Pei Jingning's mouth were slightly raised. This was not a smile. Upon closer inspection, it was all sarcasm. He rolled his eyes and pulled the person up. The curtain fell from his hand, instantly blocking some people's sight.

"Drive..." The driver drove.

After a while, the black carriage disappeared into the night.

Qin Dachuan didn't seem to see the turmoil between the young people. He was the invisible man. He waited for Zhao Bai to get on the carriage, then walked slowly from the shadows to the light and looked at the two carriages running in opposite directions. Shaking his head, he prepared to go back.

Yang Fuquan said, "Uncle Qin, get on your horse and I'll give you a ride."

Qin Dachuan was startled and turned around, "You haven't left yet?" He thought Xiao Quanzi had left with Master Pei's carriage.

Yang Fuquan stretched out his hand to pull Lao Qin, "Let's go, Uncle Qin."

Hey, the sun is rising in the west!
"Why didn't you follow the carriage?" Qin Dachuan rarely said much, but he couldn't help but ask again today.

Yang Fuquan said, "We are all leaving, but you have neither a horse nor a carriage. If I don't see you off, how long will you have to go?"

No, this guy is wrong.

Qin Dachuan sat behind the young man, facing the evening breeze and asked again, "Xiao Quanzi, tell the truth."

Yang Fuquan chuckled, "Did you see through it?"