"Students" Conspiracy

Jing Che said disdainfully: "You want to escape, and I also want to escape. There is only one way to escape right now, and that is for us to help the government find the murderer, solve the case and leave early. What does Master think?"

She said "Master" with a bit of irony, which made Baili Fengjian feel uncomfortable.

He raised his eyes and glanced around the tea shop, and had to agree to this trick that he thought was extremely troublesome.

The person examining the corpse stepped back from the stage, and Bailifeng saw the shape of his lips clearly through the gap. Only then did he know that the storyteller on the stage was really dead, and the cause of death was still the brutal seven-hole bleeding. In other words, he was poisoned by arsenic.

"What do you think?" Jing Che leaned closer to his ear, and what he said was more like a whisper.

"There is an official here, so why bother?" Baili Fengjian smiled indifferently, "Ache, if we want to leave, no one can stop us."

"But will you just leave like this?" Jing Che blinked and smiled softly, "You have seen such a thing with your own eyes, will you hold back your righteous heart and let it go?"

Baili Fengjian's eyes began to have a scrutinizing look, and he felt that the apprentice in front of him who reunited after eight years was a bit incomprehensible: "How do you know that I can't?"

Jing Che walked around from his side and looked straight into his eyes: "You won't."

Baili Fengjian raised his head and laughed: "It's useless for us to stand here. If the government is smart, the first thing to check is what the storyteller ate, and the second is to check what enemies he has. It’s time to go to the drugstore and ask who bought the arsenic, and finally put these together to deduce who the murderer is.”

Jing Che looked at him pretending to respect: "Sure enough, with you around, there is no need for the government at all."

Baili Fengjian shook the thin dust on his sleeves: "That's all I should do, and I can only help them here, can I go?"

"How could you just leave like this?" Jing Che stretched out his hand to hold him, wrapping his soft fingertips around his arm, with an indescribable warmth, "Master, I'm very curious."

"I think we can go and have a look behind Mr. Storyteller's stage." Jing Che looked behind the stage, his eyes flickering. "It's a place where storytellers and opera singers drink water and change their clothes. What secrets will you discover?"

Baili Fengjian couldn't hold her back, so she was dragged by her, and while the officials were not paying attention, she quietly came to the backstage.

Since this is not a great troupe tour, the backstage is not as spectacular as imagined.

The storyteller's body was placed in the corner of the backstage by Chen, and his hideous appearance before death could not be seen after covering it with a white cloth.

A small girl attracted Baili Fengjian's attention.

The little girl was about eleven or twelve years old, curled up in a corner, facing the corpse covered in white cloth, trembling all the time.

Jing Che approached the little girl with a smile: "Little sister, are you scared?"

The little girl slammed into the wall like crazy: "I didn't do it! I didn't do it! I didn't kill uncle! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"

Her restless appearance frightened the officials who came and went. Some sharp-eyed officials saw the two of Baili Fengjian and snapped, "Who are you? Why are you sneaking around here?"

Baili Fengjian glanced at the person who came, obviously unwilling to talk to him.

Jing Che explained with a smile: "We are customers in the store. We just passed by the backstage when we were listening to the story. We saw that the girl over here was weird. We didn't pay much attention to it at the time. The storyteller died just now, so we came here out of curiosity to see what happened. What's going on with this girl."

The yamen servant was distracted by her words, and put all his eyes on the girl: "Get up and talk! Who are you! What are you doing here! If you don't tell the truth, we will be executed!"

The little girl couldn't stand being so intimidated by the vicious servants, she burst into tears.

Jing Che embraced the little girl and coaxed softly, "Don't be afraid, as long as you tell the truth to these people, they won't make things difficult for you."

Seeing this, the yamen servants also echoed, and the little girl finally calmed down gradually.

"That's my uncle," the little girl pointed at the corpse on the white cloth, "he drank tea before telling the story, so... that's why..."

"Tea?" An official exclaimed, "Who gave it to him? Where is the cup now?"

Trembling, the little girl took out a teacup from the stone platform behind her and handed it to the officer.

"It's me, I poured the tea," the little girl looked at the officials in horror, and waved her hands again and again, "But it wasn't me who poisoned it, it wasn't me, the tea was all from the shop, and the shop assistants can testify for me .”

The official actually called the clerk in the shop to question him.

But the official servant obviously didn't intend to let the little girl go just like that, and several adults detained the little girl for life.

Baili Fengjian looked at Jing Che with his chest in his arms: "So you dragged me here just to let me watch the show?"

Jing Che blinked and asked in confusion, "What show are you watching? Do you think it's acting?"

"I don't know," Baili Fengjian said sincerely, "It's true that people are dead, and it's also true that someone is poisoned. As for who it is, it seems that it is beyond our ability."

Jing Che smiled softly again: "But I really want to know the truth, what should I do?"

Baili Fengjian frowned, and quietly walked to the officer to interrupt their next move.

"You guys haven't tested whether the tea is poisonous, so would it be too hasty to jump to conclusions like this?" Perhaps Baili Fengjian's demeanor was naturally calm and noble, and the originally arrogant official forgot to refute Baili. Words in the wind.

The yamen servants ordered to go on, and someone found a silver hairpin from nowhere, stirred it slightly in the remaining tea, and saw that the lower half of the silver hairpin had turned black all over.

The yamen servant said angrily: "Sure enough, the tea was poisoned!"

As he said that, he went to buckle the poor little girl again.Fortunately, another yamen servant quickly asked, "Did you pour this tea yourself?"

The little girl looked at them in horror and nodded honestly.

"Did anyone else touch the teacup while you poured the tea and brought it here?"

"Others?" The little girl seemed to have just recovered, "No, I take care of my uncle's things by myself, and he doesn't worry about letting others take care of it."

"Then where did you put this teacup?" The yamen servant's tone was still cold, and even Baili Fengjian and the others felt very displeased, let alone a little girl who had never seen any big waves. The little girl burst into tears immediately after hearing what they said.