Da Song Private Investigator

Ma Shan didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly replied: "Returning to my lord, the thing is like this, Xiaomin and Zheng Shijie once gave Lu Yibai several hundred taels of silver, and Lu Yibai died suddenly, so the two of us don't pay back. There was a quarrel about repaying the money. My opinion is to repay it. Although a few hundred taels of silver is a lot, our two families are not short of this amount of money, but Zheng Shijie said that he would not pay it back. , no IOU, and no one to testify, since Lu Yibai is dead, no one except the two of us knows that we borrowed money from him, and we fell out because of this."

"Then did you pay back the money in the end?"

Ma Shan was a little embarrassed, and said: "I couldn't hold back Zheng Shijie, so I didn't return it in the end. I wanted to return mine, but if I did, people from the Lu family would definitely ask, and then Zheng Shijie would definitely be involved, so I thought about it." , I didn’t mention it.”

After listening to Ma Shan's words, Song Gongqing glanced at Hwarang. He wanted Hwarang to help judge whether what Ma Shan said was true, but Hwarang kept silent. Said a word, you go back.

After Ma Shan returned, Song Gongqing immediately said: "Young Master Hua, both Ma Shan and Zheng Shijie owed Lu Yibai silver, could it be that they killed Lu Yibai for this, after all, many murders happened because of money? "

As soon as Song Gongqing finished speaking, Wen Meng smiled and said: "Master Song is thinking too much. If they killed Lu Yibai, how could Zheng Shijie be killed? Didn't Ma Shan just say that the money owed is other things People don't know."

When Wen Meng said this, Song Gongqing felt the same, but if it wasn't because of money, then he wouldn't understand why Zheng Shijie was killed after Lu Yibai died?

Everyone said that they cast their eyes on Hwarang, but Hwarang just smiled and didn't say much about it.

The sky is getting late, the wind is blowing and it is cool, autumn is coming quickly.

There was nothing to say all night, and everyone woke up the next day. They were going to continue to trace Yingqiong's whereabouts, but at this moment, there were bursts of drumming outside the hall. Song Gongqing stepped into the hall and saw that the drummer belonged to Ma Shan. Mrs. Ma, everyone was shocked, but Song Gongqing immediately asked: "Madam Ma is here to seek justice?"

Madam Ma looked sad, and said: "My lord...I...my husband...died last night!"

"What, Ma Shan is dead?" After hearing Mrs. Ma's words, everyone couldn't stay any longer, and immediately took Mrs. Ma and rushed to Ma's mansion. On the way to Ma's mansion, Hua Lang asked: " How did Ma Shan die?"

Mrs. Ma spoke sadly, and said: "I don't know how I died. After the two of us fell asleep last night, we lived in peace. But this morning I got up and pushed him, but he didn't respond at all. I got up and took a look. , only to find out that your husband is dead." After Madam Ma finished speaking, she felt sad again.

Hwarang frowned slightly, thinking it was unbelievable, a person who died in his sleep, how could this be possible, unless he had some kind of sudden illness, or he had been suffering from heart problems.

Before they had time to think about it, they couldn't help but quicken their pace.

When they arrived at the Ma Mansion, the entire Ma Mansion had already been laid out in plain white. This was the second time Hwarang and the others had seen plain white in the past few days.

Led by Mrs. Ma, they entered Ma Shan's bedroom and saw Ma Shan's body still on the bed. Hua Lang was a little puzzled and asked, "Why did Madam still put Ma Shan's body on the bed?"

Mrs. Ma wiped her tears and said: "Although my husband's health is not very good, it is unbelievable that he died suddenly, and I saw my husband's complexion was very bad, and I wondered if someone hurt him. It was murdered by someone, wouldn't it be a mistake for me to tamper with the corpse, so I thought about letting the adults come to see it, and I will bury the corpse after I have seen it."

Song Gongqing felt that what Mrs. Ma said was very reasonable, so he asked Hwarang to do an autopsy. Hwarang lifted the quilt and found that he was wearing a thin clothes, but there was nothing to see on the clothes, so he went to see Ma Shan Ma Shan's face, Ma Shan's face is indeed as Mrs. Ma said, it is very bad, and it is not only bad, it can be said to be a sign of poisoning, because Ma Shan's face is dark, his lips are purple, and even slightly swollen. The needle was tested and found that the silver needle turned black.

When everyone saw the silver needle turning black, they were all surprised and said, "Did you die from poisoning?"

Hwarang nodded slightly, then turned to look at Mrs. Ma and asked, "Is there anything unusual about your husband last night?"

Mrs. Ma thought for a while, and said: "After hearing the news of Zheng Shijie's death yesterday, his body suddenly became weak, and he coughed continuously. I asked my servants to take some medicine for him. After taking it, he got better."

"Where is the medicine?"

Mrs. Ma hurriedly ordered someone to bring it, Hua Lang asked Hua Wan'er to examine it, Hua Wan'er looked at it, and said, "It is indeed a medicine for strengthening the body and treating coughs. There should be no problem with these medicines, as long as people who are not sick take them." It's okay, it'll be fine."

Hwarang nodded slightly, then ordered someone to boil all the remaining medicine, then looked at Mrs. Ma and asked, "Is there any medicine left?"

Mrs. Ma nodded again and again: "Also, because my husband thought the medicine was bitter, I poured it into the spittoon before I finished drinking it. The spittoon should still be here." In the basin, Hwarang endured the unpleasant smell and tested the potion in the spittoon, but there was nothing unusual, which means that the medicine Ma Shan drank last night was not poisonous.

After testing the potion in the spittoon, the freshly brewed medicine was ready. Hwa Lang asked someone to bring it to him, and tested it with a silver needle. As a result, the silver needle did not turn black. Hwarang frowned slightly, thinking about the poison Ma Shan had suffered. Not taken from medicine.

After thinking for a while, Hwarang asked again: "What did your husband eat yesterday, and who did you have contact with?"

Mrs. Ma thought for a while, and said: "Except for being called to the county office twice yesterday, he didn't go out because... because of the suspicion he himself had received, he didn't eat much, but he told me that he never went out. When the county government came back, he saw a wandering peddler selling special snacks. He thought it was a novelty, so he bought a piece to eat..." Mrs. Ma suddenly became emotional when she said this, and asked: "Could it be that person who is here? Poison in the snack?"

Hua Lang frowned, glanced at Song Gongqing, and asked, "Is there such a wandering peddler here?"

Song Gongqing nodded: "Yes, some people from other counties often sell snacks through the streets and alleys, because some things are relatively rare here, so sometimes the business will be very good."

Hwarang nodded slightly, then looked at Madam Ma and asked, "Did your husband say where he met that peddler?"