Chapter 68: Controlling Anger

Huainan, Huangjue Temple, Zhu, Chongba. If you understand these elements together, you will understand, right?

Messy.

Very messy.

Li Yuanhui felt that his brain was almost unable to function and the PUA was almost exhausted.

Who wrote this script? Put Li Er, Zhao Da and Zhu Chongba in the same era?
What kind of plane?
I am still here talking about giving value to others. I am simply a clown.

Li Silang was still in a daze, but on the other hand, the investigation in Wannian County had made great progress.

He Feng was indeed an old criminal expert. He led the yamen runners to interrogate the merchants and soon got some information out of them.

"How's it going, Lao He? How's the investigation going?"

In the public house of Wannian County, He Feng sat opposite Qi Wenyan, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, then he let out a long sigh and said, "There are some clues. The merchants along the way saw a group of bad guys appearing in Changxingfang on the 14th. After questioning and comparing the portraits, it can be confirmed that they are the Huo Mang gang of the Fire Bull Gang. It should be Huo Qiu who took people to Ji Liang's house and wanted to kill Ji Liang's wife Du. However, Ji Liang struggled to escape and came out to call for help, but met several brave people. Among them, a young man and a monk came from the north East Market. They had a fight at the gate of Changxingfang, and then entered the square. No one knows what happened afterwards, but it is certain that the people of the Fire Bull Gang quickly left Ji Liang's house in Changxingfang. It should be the monk and the young man who saved Ji Liang and his wife."

Qi Wenyan thought for a while after hearing this, and then continued to ask: "Does that mean they had a conflict in Changxingfang? Then is there any progress between the young man you mentioned and the monk?"

He Feng shook his head and said, "No, it is said that the young man was dressed in fine clothes and had a handsome face. He must be from a noble family in Chang'an. I have inquired about it. The Wu Wang's house in Daningfang hosted a lot of people that day. I guess that young man must be a guest attending the Wu Wang's banquet."

Qi Wenyan frowned. To be able to attend the banquet at King Wu's house, he must be of noble status. Could he bring witnesses to question everyone on the list of people at King Wu's banquet one by one?

Not to mention that he is a county lieutenant for ten thousand years, even the Minister of the Dali Temple cannot do this.

"Lao He, where do you think we should start with this case?"

He Feng said: "What we can be sure of now is that the case of the Fire Bull Gang and the case in the Yoshira house are the same thing. The Fire Bull Gang was the gang that went to Yoshira's house on the night of the 14th, but the people who killed the Fire Bull Gang were not the ones who rescued Yoshira and his wife, but the eight people who died in Yoshira's house on the Lantern Festival night. The coroner has compared the wounds and weapons, so this is certain. The only thing we don't know now is who killed these eight people on the Lantern Festival night. In my opinion, it is possible that they were the group that rescued Yoshira and his wife on the night of the 14th, but now there is no evidence, and their identities cannot be found."

Qi Wenyan nodded. He believed that He Feng, who had decades of experience in catching thieves and criminals, should be very close to He Feng's reasoning.

But the question is, with millions of people in Chang'an, how could they not find the trace of less than ten people based on the testimonies and descriptions of a few vendors?

How to check?

Even if these people were found, there was no evidence to prove that they were responsible for the murder of the next eight people.

Just when he was having a headache, suddenly a clerk outside led a scholar in a green official robe into the public housing.

Qi Wenyan took a look and found that it was Zhou Ling, the judge of Dali Temple.

"The weekly reviewer is here, please take a seat."

"Lieutenant Qi, I am sorry to bother you."

When He Feng saw someone coming, he immediately gave up his seat and then tactfully withdrew. The clerk who led the way also immediately withdrew after serving a cup of tea, leaving the room to the two of them.

"Does Zhou Pingshi have any advice?"

Qi Wenyan was a little surprised. He knew Zhou Ling naturally. The county lieutenant was in charge of the county's criminal justice, public security, and catching thieves. The Dali Temple, as one of the three judicial departments, was a superior functional department. In the past, many cases had to be handed over to the Dali Temple for review. So he had dealt with Zhou Ling before and knew that he was a man of the second prince, Prince of Liang, Murong Zan.

Zhou Ling, who was no more than 30 years old and had a mustache, smiled and said, "It's not really a guide, I just heard about the case of the Fire Bull Gang. Brother Qi, you don't know, I have a concubine's brother, the leader of the Fire Bull Gang, Huo Mang. I heard that he is now involved in a murder case in Changxingfang, so the higher-ups asked me to come here to ask about it."

"I see. I didn't know there was such a connection."

Qi Wenyan's heart had sunk to the bottom at this time. From this point of view, the backer behind the Huoniu Gang was Zhou Ling, and Zhou Ling was the man of King Liang.

Could this matter be related to King Liang? It also involves the prince, which may make things more complicated.

"Also, General Sima Pubugu, who was serving His Highness Prince Liang, has been chasing the murderer since last night and has never returned, so His Highness asked me to take a look." After Zhou Ling finished speaking, Qi Wenyan couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart and immediately took him to the morgue.

After identification, Zhou Ling looked at a dead man with an arrow in the back of his head with a sad face, "This is General Pubugu, the Sima of the Liang Wang Mansion. I didn't expect that he was killed for stopping these villains. God is jealous of talents. Don't you know that these seven villains are servants in the Liang Wang's house, but they stole property. General Pubugu chased them, but unfortunately died."

When Qi Wenyan saw Zhou Ling's performance, his expression was extremely wonderful.

How could a man with an arrow in the back of his head and a weapon unsheathed stop seven thugs? Is this how you judge cases in the Dali Temple?

Really
Zhou Ling put away his sad expression, then looked at Qi Wenyan and said, "Your Highness will be saddened when he knows that General Pu Bu Gu is in trouble."

What else could Qi Wenyan say? He could only continue: "General Pubugu was truly heroic. He died together with seven thieves. These seven thieves committed a murder in Chang'an County the day before yesterday. They were your relatives, Zhou Pingshi."

Qi Wenyan said this with gritted teeth.

Zhou Ling smiled with great satisfaction, "Well, County Lieutenant Qi, you are a master at solving cases. You have sorted out the case so quickly."

"It was all your advice, Zhou Pingshi."

"you are welcome."

Zhou Ling came and left in a hurry, taking Pu Bugu's body with him.

Qi Wenyan returned to his public housing in a daze. He had already guessed about 80% of the details of the two cases.

But understanding it doesn't mean you can solve the case.

But at least Zhou Ling came here and he had an explanation to give to Jingzhao Yin Murong Bi.

Changlefang, the residence of Prince Liang.

"Well, Zhou Pingshi, you have worked hard. General Pubugu, forget it. I am a little sad today, so I won't keep you here."

Murong Zan was sitting on the couch, holding a flushed maid in his arms and touching her all over, while looking at Zhou Ling who was lowering his head and speaking casually.

"Yes, then I will withdraw."

Looking at Zhou Ling's leaving back, Murong Zan seemed to remember something and suddenly lost interest. He pushed the maid in his arms away, then stood up and walked to the front of the hall.

"Weekly Review."

When Zhou Ling heard the voice behind him, he immediately turned around and bowed.

"Your Majesty, please give me your instructions."

"It's okay, I'm sorry."

Zhou Ling was stunned when he heard this. "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will take my leave now."

"Well, let's go."

Murongzhan turned around, closed his eyes, and silently said, "Thus I have heard, once the Buddha was in the Jetavana Grove in the country of Savatthi, with 1,250 great bhikkhus. At that time, the World Honored One was eating, wearing clothes and holding a bowl."

Only after silently reciting the Diamond Sutra for an entire period did Murong Zan feel his heart calm down.

"A small leak will sink a great ship."

(End of this chapter)