Song Zhi was grateful for what Ji Yunshu did.
He said, "Sir, if I, Song, can clear my name this time, you will be the benefactor of my life. Even if I go through fire and water, I will try my best to repay you."
"Song Gongzi is serious, the case is about human life, no matter who it is, he will definitely help."
"But no matter what, the son is my benefactor." Song Zhi bowed his hands to her when he said that.
Ji Yunshu immediately returned the salute: "Young Master Song, then I won't disturb you."
Ji Yunshu turned around and left the prison.
Song Zhi could only look at each other.
Afterwards, he returned to the place where he had sat before, looked at the line of words he had written on the ground, and sighed.
Immediately, he tidied up his wrinkled clothes.
Sit down!
He picked up the damp withered grass and wrote it on the ground.
stroke by stroke.
I don't know what to write
But after writing, he looked up at the window in front of him and couldn't help but smile again.
He said in his mouth: "Hundreds of useless are scholars!"
It's this sentence again.
Five years ago, he gave up writing poetry and turned to be a storyteller. In fact, he was also bitter!
No one knew what he had been through five years ago.
Now as long as he closes his eyes, his heart feels like a knife.
…
Zhao family class.
Class Master Tao had already returned from the yamen, but after returning, he kept himself locked in the room.
It's getting dark by now.
The Zhao family's opera house is full of lanterns.
Usually this time is the busiest time in the opera house, people are crowded, all to see the "Ghost Mother Burying the Husband".
But now-
Because of this white bone case, everyone in the Zhao family has now stopped working.
Not a single person bought a ticket to watch the play.
The previous hit "Ghost Mother Burial" was almost full, and some people even paid a lot of money for a ticket.
At that time, the black market had already raised several taels of silver.
Terrible.
Now it's cold and quiet!
Only a gust of wind!
The Zhao family members sat lazily and frustratedly on the stage and where they were watching the play.
Everyone groaned!
Several girls sat together and complained: "Hey, why did this happen?"
The woman in white said, "Is there any way? We have encountered such misfortunes, and I wonder if God didn't open his eyes?"
The woman in red said: "Now that people are killed, it's still a murder case that sees people. No one comes to the show at all. Even if I ask them to watch it, no one wants to watch it."
The woman in green on the side pulled the sleeve of the woman in red next to her in horror and said, "Don't talk about it, I have been having nightmares for the past two days, always dreaming of Wang Jun standing on the stage with bloody clothes. , I've woken up several times."
The woman in red threw her away, "Are you afraid anymore, is there any sister Xiao Qu? She saw the bones in the loess first, and touched the human finger with her own hands. I’m still lying on the bed, and I don’t know how long it will take to get better.” The sturdy man at the other table answered, “Xiao Qu is also pitiful, and if you run into something like this, you’d have to be scared half to death if you were to be our elders. , not to mention that Xiaoqu is a girl, and usually does not dare to catch a mouse." After speaking, the man asked the man opposite, "By the way, Lao Gao,
When Song Zhi came that day, didn't you see him first? I see that the two of you also said a few words, but you didn't notice anything wrong at the time? "
The man known as Lao Gao, whose real name is Gao Dali, has acted as a clown in Zhao Jiaban for almost ten years.
That day, it was he who told Song Zhi that Wang Jun was gone. Gao Dali frowned, sighed and said, "Where did I notice so much at the time? Mr. Song said he was here to find Wang Jun. I asked him what was the matter, and he said a trivial matter! I told him that Wang Jun was not there. But... he At that time, I did carry a burden, as if I was afraid that I would see it, and deliberately went back
After hiding a few times, I didn't ask any more questions, and left because I still had something to do. "
A tall man at the back table spoke up, "I see, there are bones in that bag."
Gao Dali said, "I'm not sure!"
"You are an honest person. If I were me, I would have asked at that time." The man stepped on the stool with one foot and nibbled at a handful of melon seeds in the other. He suddenly noticed Gao Dali's hand and asked, " What happened to your hand?"
Mr. Gao's hands and wrists were wrapped in white bandages, which were hidden in his sleeves and could not be seen before. This would be exposed because his hands were on the table.
He sighed, tugged his sleeves to cover it, and said, "What else can I do? It's not because I've been injured by practicing qigong these days."
The so-called practice is actually rehearsal! The person who eats melon seeds said: "If you say this, I also feel pantothenic acid in my neck. Tell me, we have spent a lot of time on this show, and we are exhausted. Now we are all in soup! I can't go on. It's all Song Zhi's fault. If it wasn't for him, where would all the things come from
, It's really maddening, you see, now the class teacher is sick with anger, and he is lying on the bed after returning from the yamen. "
then-
Someone asked: "So, do you really believe that Mr. Song killed people?"
"It must be! I usually look at a scholar, but I didn't expect it to be so vicious."
At this time-
A shrill voice came from behind the stage, saying, "I think that Mr. Song had planned it for a long time. He deliberately wrote this play and then deliberately wanted to kill Wang Jun."
The person who came out was none other than Zhang Xiaobai, who replaced Wang Jun.
This man looks more delicate than a woman.
Her skin was so tender that she could squeeze out water, and her face was smeared with blush and lipstick, which was very enchanting.
Moreover, she has a beautiful body and is much more coquettish than a woman when she walks.
I don't know, I really thought it was a woman!
And he has a good voice. It is because of this that the class leader wants to use him to replace Wang Jun, who is already thirty.
He twisted his waist and walked over.
Someone said to him, "But Zhang Xiaobai, that Wang Jun and Mr. Song don't know each other."
"Do you have to tell the world whether you know each other or not?" Zhang Xiaobai said.
"By the way, it is said that the Mr. Ji hired by the yamen is a genius, who can solve the case by touching the bones. In just two days, he revealed the identity of the white bone, and also analyzed that the murderer had a grudge against Wang Jun, even if Song Zhi knows Wang Jun, but with Song Zhi's temperament, how dare he kill someone!"
Zhang Xiaobai snorted: "According to you, do you think Song Zhi is not the murderer at all?"
"I'm not sure."
Zhang Xiaobai turned around and sat on the chair next to him, tidying up his clean robes with his hands, and cocked his legs.
Then picked up the cup above, took out the handkerchief and wiped the edge of the cup, and then poured tea into it. What a person who can't get dirty at all!