Everyone did not speak.
Li Cheng understood the meaning, squinted his eyes and said, "So, the murderer was someone who had a holiday with the two of them, and he hated them thoroughly."
bingo!
Mr. Zhuo got this reminder and quickly ordered: "Come here, go and investigate immediately, who has had a holiday with Wang Jun and Zhao Zhuanger? And he hates them to the core, as long as anyone who finds suspicious, immediately brings When you come to the yamen for questioning, you would rather catch the wrong one than let go."
Intimidating!
Seven or eight arrests quickly took their orders and hurried away.
Now that the scope is narrowed, the murderer will be caught as soon as possible.
Master Zhuo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Because once the case was closed, Cheng Shizi left, and his heart didn't have to be hanging all the time.
"Mr. Ji, if this case can be concluded, you will be credited with it. This official will be rewarded and punished clearly, and I will definitely not treat you badly."
Ji Yunshu cupped his hands: "The case has not been fully investigated yet, it's too early for your words."
"It's not too early, as long as you find someone who has hatred with the deceased, and then check one by one, you will be able to find the murderer."
"If only it were that simple."
"What's the meaning?"
Ji Yunshu said, "I would like to ask your lord to make it easier. I want to meet Song Zhi in prison."
"Huh?" Lord Zhuo was confused, "What did you see him doing? Song Zhi's confession has been shown to you, and it's all written on it, without a single word."
"I have something else I want to ask him myself."
…
On the other side, in the inn.
Li Wenshu was reading a book in the house, and there was a burning incense in the incense burner by her hand.
The scent fills the house, refreshing.
Makes one's mind more peaceful.
She likes to read books since she was a child, and it is easy to be addicted once she reads it.
There is no room for interruption.
But the sound of swinging swords kept coming from outside the window!
It made her feel very uncomfortable.
I can't read this book anymore.
Simply, put down the book, walked to the window, pushed the window and looked down.
Who is the "culprit"
I saw a man in the backyard of the inn practicing swords.
The body is flexible and the footsteps are strong, and the black long sword in his hand is like a cloud, and it cuts several complete arcs in the air.
The white light on the sword's edge gradually dissipated like a meteor chasing its tail...
The appearance of the man dancing the sword is quite attractive.
Although he is not the kind of person who looks very handsome, but because he has been running around in the rivers and lakes all the year round, and has lived on the Xisai grassland for so many years, his eyes are cold and harsh, showing that strangers are not allowed to enter, but it makes people quite a bit. A sense of security.
This man is none other.
It is Bai Yin!
Li Wenshu's hand on the windowsill couldn't help but tighten.
The heart also thumped a few times.
Then the ghost went out the door and went to the backyard.
When Bai Yin saw her coming, the movements in his hands stopped immediately, and he put the long sword into the scabbard and was about to leave.
"Young master, stay!" Li Wenshu stopped him.
Hearing the sound, Bai Yin paused, looked back at her, and asked, "Is there something wrong with the girl?"
"Thank you so much for your help yesterday."
"Small thing!"
"My name is Li Wenshu, I don't know your son's name?"
Bai Yin saw her sitting with Li Cheng this morning, and Li Cheng called her sister.
It can be seen that the two are siblings!
He didn't like Li Cheng in the first place, and he didn't even like Li Wenshu very much.
But other women have asked this question. He is a big man. If he doesn't answer, he will be stingy.
Then he replied: "Bai Yin."
"Bai Yin?" Li Wenshu said softly.
"If the girl is all right, I'll go first."
"etc."
Bai Yin turned her back to her.
Li Wenshu looked at the back, and hesitated.
She didn't speak for a while, and Bai Yin left.
Going very fast, there is no shadow around the corner.
Li Wenshu looked complicated, and her hands were tightly twisted together in the front of her clothes.
Standing there for a long time...
in the cell at this time.
Song Zhi sat on the straw mat in the prison with a calm demeanor.
Chained with both hands,
He grabbed a damp straw and rolled it several times around his fingertips.
Then he poked lightly on the ground.
Don't know what to write
From the time he was locked in, he was very quiet, and he didn't mean to struggle at all.
There is no fear in his eyes!
In fact, it is good to be locked in, at least three meals a day do not have to worry about, if this is at home, it is estimated that the pot can no longer be opened.
He even had an even more bizarre idea. If the yamen gave him a plan table and prepared the four treasures of the study, he would rather write a lifetime in prison than go out.
After all, three meals a day!
After some time, he gently put the straw in his hand to the side.
On the ground, a line of very delicate handwriting was written - mourning, singing, and walking.
He chuckled lightly at the corner of his mouth, feeling that he wrote these seven words very well!
Examine likes.
He took a deep breath and looked up at the narrow window above his head.
The light came in and sprinkled on his handsome face.
With a touch of cold air, it is very comfortable.
"The sages of Confucius and Mencius, what about you?"
The last word, he dragged a long tone.
Sigh deeply.
At this time-
There were light footsteps outside the cell.
From far to near, he stayed outside his cell.
He didn't look back, but asked lightly, "But the time has come?"
But noon has passed, and the beheading is also a matter of tomorrow.
The man behind responded to him: "This case has not yet been settled, it is not time for you to beheaded."
Um
He heard some familiar voices, slowly turned around to look, and met Ji Yunshu's eyes.
"It's you?"
"Otherwise, who does Young Master Song think?"
Song Zhi got up from the ground, walked to the stake, and smiled awkwardly: "Song Mou thought it was the official messenger who wanted to escort me to Caishikou."
This reader!
Ji Yunshu asked, "Are you really not afraid of death?"
"Fear!" he said, "death is inherent in a person!"
Ji Yunshu thought this person was really interesting.
If you make friends with this person, this is not a bad thing.
She said, "I admire Song Gongzi's character."
"Heavy words!" He smiled and asked, "Young master already knows who the skeleton is?"
"It's been checked."
"Is it really the king?"
Ji Yunshu nodded and told him everything.
Song Zhi was greatly surprised!
"Why is such a tragic story?" He sighed, feeling very sorry, and asked again, "That young master came to prison for..."
Ji Yunshu said, "Because I have something to ask you."
"You ask, as long as I know, I will tell you."
"It's about the play "Ghost Girl Burial The Husband"!"
"Huh?" Song Zhi was confused.
Ji Yunshu didn't beat around the bush, and said directly: "You wrote this play. When you wrote it, Wang Jun wasn't dead yet, but this story fits perfectly with Wang Jun's experience, as if it was written for him. ."
"What do you mean?" "I want to know, how did you write the story in this playbook?"