Da Song Private Investigator

Facing Hwarang's sudden questioning, Sun Ti was a little stunned for a moment, and after a long time said hastily: "This is impossible, if I don't want to fight, they won't force it on me, and I'm not the only one who has a reputation in the village." one."

"That is to say, if you are really asked to do it, you will still do it, right?" Hwarang refused to let it go at all, and asked stubbornly.

Sun Ti sighed: "If I were really asked to do it, I wouldn't do it either. My nature is pure and pure, and I don't want to be contaminated by vulgar things."

Hearing what Sun Ti said, Bao Zheng couldn't help feeling a lot of admiration. After all, not everyone can look down on fame and fortune in the world, although the position of a village chief is really inconspicuous.

Without asking any more questions about Sun Ti, everyone got up and said goodbye.

At this time, it was already noon, and everyone was embarrassed to go to the farmhouse for dinner, so they had to walk an extra mile to have some casual meals at a roadside tavern between the village and the capital.

The tavern was not very luxurious, but there were a lot of customers. Some people who couldn't make it to the city in time often took a break here. After Hwarang and the others found a place to sit down, they immediately had people serve wine and food.

While they were eating, someone at the next table was talking about the murder that Hwarang and the others were investigating.

"I heard that Bai Qiye was murdered!"

"Isn't it? It was almost buried in the ground, but Mr. Bao arrived in time to find out that it was murder!"

These people talked a lot, but they didn't turn their heads to look. If they turned their heads, they might see Bao Zheng's slightly smug smile.

"It's just that although we know that Bai Qiye was murdered, who is the murderer?"

"Who knows this!"

"I think it's very likely that it's Mr. Sun Ti!"

"Don't...don't talk nonsense, you can't talk nonsense, Mr. Sun is extremely famous in the village, how could it be so rare to be the village chief!" One person said, shaking his head repeatedly.

But at this time, the other person smiled and said: "Who says Mr. Sun is impossible? Let me tell you, once I went to Qingjie in the capital to have fun, and saw Mr. Sun blocked out of the door alone. !"

"Blocked out of the door? Why?"

The man smiled again: "I didn't go, he wanted to go in and find a girl to recite poems against him, but he didn't have the money and that girl wasted his time on him. I saw the back of Mrs. Sun leaving, and I was very sad. And before he left, he spit on the ground, as if he was swearing!"

"What, cursing? It's impossible, isn't it? Why is Mrs. Sun such a person?" For a moment, the others expressed surprise, because they really didn't expect that Mrs. Sun, who is dignified, would insult the person opposite him because he had no money to enter the brothel. .

These people muttered, the more they talked, the more joyful they were. After hearing these words at another table, Hwarang, Bao Zheng and others also looked shocked. Master, he is just pretending to be poor, but in his heart, he still longs for fame and fortune.

At this time, Hwarang frowned slightly. He was very clear about the desire for wealth in a poor person's heart. He never expressed that desire, but it was suppressed in his heart, much stronger than those rich people. If one day If he can suddenly have wealth, he will definitely do whatever it takes.

After Sun Ti becomes the village chief, will he be able to own wealth?

Fame and fortune have always been twins. With fame and fortune, wealth will naturally flow in. In this way, Sun Ti is more suspicious!

Bao Zheng put down the wine glass again, with a slightly ugly face, he said: "This Sun Ti, I didn't expect to be a hypocrite, no, we will go to his house to find him again, and we must make him admit that he wants to be the village chief. "

Seeing that Bao Zheng was so angry, Hua Lang held up his wine glass again and again to persuade him: "Brother Bao, why are you in such a hurry? Even if Mrs. Sun admits that she wants to be the village chief, what's the use? We can't prove that the murderer is him. I think it’s better to stay still than to move, let’s temporarily let Sun Ti relax his vigilance, and make plans after he shows his feet.” Hua Lang said, and drank the wine in his glass.

Although Bao Zheng was angry, he also felt that Hua Lang's words were justified, so he finally picked up the wine glass and drank it down again.

After having lunch in the tavern, Wen Meng was quite tired. Now she really wanted to go home and rest on a soft bed, but she was too embarrassed to bring it up. After all, everyone was worried about the murder case, so it was impossible to follow her home of.

Hualang seemed to have noticed Wen Meng's fatigue, so he said to Bao Zheng: "Brother Bao, Bai Qiye was killed. Before the murder case is investigated clearly, it may be difficult for us to go to the city to rest. This trip will waste a lot of time. Woolen cloth?"

Bao Zheng nodded: "Brother Hua is right. If that's the case, we'll just stay at the village chief's house."

Just as Bao Zheng finished speaking, Hua Lang laughed again and again: "But there are so many of us and yamen servants, we really can't live there, I think it's better to send people into the city to bring a set of tools, and we set up camp at the head of the village never mind."

After Hua Lang said this, Bao Zheng couldn't understand it, and said: "This...we live in Bai Qiye's house, but we can monitor the people at home by the way, and live outside, how to solve the case?"

Hua Lang smiled and said: "Brother Bao, if we live in Bai Qiye's house and the murderer happens to be there, he will be more cautious with us around, so we can set up camp outside and send someone to quietly monitor Bai Qi. The government can do whatever it takes."

After hearing these explanations from Hwarang, Bao Zheng praised him again and again, so he hurriedly sent people into the city to get the tent.

But he said that after Bao Zheng ordered to go down, he would go to the village with the others in order to obtain more clues. As soon as they entered the village, they saw a young man in tatters, carrying two buckets of excrement, coming out of it. He could smell a stench, and when the young man walked past Wen Meng and the others, the stench was even more disgusting, Wen Meng covered his nose again and again and stepped aside.

The stench was indeed very foul, and everyone couldn't stand it, but the young man acted like nothing had happened, walking past the crowd carrying dung and water, and even smiled foolishly.

His appearance makes one wonder if his nose is broken.

When the man passed by Hwarang and the others, he happened to meet a villager. Hwarang was very interested in the dung-picking boy, so he asked the villager who the boy was. Hwarang inquired about the young man, immediately laughed and said, "He's just a fool, don't worry about it."

When the villagers said that about the young man, Hua Lang frowned slightly. He didn't think the young man looked like a fool. Why did the villagers say he was a fool? If he was a fool, he would still work?