Old Joe breathed a long sigh of relief.
Li Cheng frowned and said to Jing Rong, "Why are you so strange? What crime of theft? What crime of deception? He is obviously the murderer!"
Jing Rong asked him back, "Cheng Shizi, how can you tell that he is the murderer?"
"He stole clothes."
"so what?"
"So..." Li Cheng was speechless.
So what
Just because he stole the clothes is the murderer
This is really sloppy.
Jing Rong didn't want to explain too much to him, so she said to Lao Qiao again, "Why don't you go to the yamen soon? Are you waiting to be arrested for murder?"
"Yes Yes Yes… "
Old Joe quickly picked up the clothes on the ground.
Pull your legs and go!
Li Cheng wanted to shout, but Lao Qiao walked so fast that he disappeared in a flash.
"Why did you just let him go? What if he doesn't go to the yamen?" Worried.
Jing Rong affirmed, "He doesn't dare not go."
"Why?" Li Cheng blinked at him.
"Since he wanted to return the clothes, he naturally wouldn't stop going to the yamen, because he was afraid of death, if a person who was afraid of death really escaped, it would appear that he was guilty, and naturally he would not attack himself, how could the yamen let it go? Him? Therefore, he has to go to the yamen to survive."
turn out to be!
Li Cheng nodded.
It's the same thing!
Instead, he asked Jingrong again, "By the way, what about that young master Ji? Why is it only you?"
Jing Rong didn't respond to him, but with the troupe, "Please take me to find that Ji Gongzi."
"Okay!"
They led the two over.
At this time, in Xiao Qu's house.
The doctor had just left, and the troupe had not all dispersed because they were worried.
Ji Yunshu asked Xiao Qu, "Miss Xiaoqu, can I ask a question?"
Xiaoquren was already a lot more comfortable and said, "You ask."
"What caused the red dot on your wrist?"
"Wrist?" Xiao Qu was a little surprised, and rolled up his sleeves, his eyes stunned, "Huh? When did I meet Zi Yehua?"
Purple night flower
Ji Yunshu asked, "What is Purple Night Flower?"
Xiao Qu explained, "It's a kind of leaf, and it usually grows in places with heavy moisture. Whenever I touch it, my wrist will have red spots like this, and it will take a long time to dissipate, but... I haven't been in contact with Zi Yehua, why are there red spots on my body?"
She herself was puzzled.
Then asked the girl beside the bed, "Did you see me touching it? Or did you pick the purple night flower back?"
The girl shrank, "Sister Xiao Qu, don't be kidding, that kind of flower is the flower of the dead, it grows beside the grave, and it only blooms at night, who would dare to go to the grave at night to pick it? I don't want to touch it, more Unlucky, and Sister Xiao Qu, I haven't seen you touch it before!"
It grows with heavy yin and blooms at night beside the mound!
Indeed, no one wants to touch it.
Ji Yunshu didn't ask any more questions, but only asked Miss Xiao Qu to rest well before she went out.
Outside, Jing Rong and Li Cheng were waiting for her.
"Little son." Zhang Xiaobai called to her.
Ji Yunshu glanced at him.
Jing Rong told her what happened just now.
After she heard it, "That means, Song Zhi is not the murderer?"
"should be!"
With a solemn face, she said to Jingrong, "I have to go somewhere else."
"where?"
"Graveyard!"
…
Lao Qiao stumbled to the yamen holding the pile of clothes, and told Lord Zhuo what he had done.
Lord Zhuo slapped the table on the spot and put him in jail.
"My lord, I didn't kill anyone, why are you imprisoning me?"
"You didn't kill anyone, but you were charged with deception and theft. This officer will put him in jail, and when the customs are cleared, I will beat you a few more times."
What
Still fighting
Old Joe cried and cried, but he was finally pulled down.
in jail.
It has been a day since Zhang Xiaobai was locked in this morning.
When he had nothing to do, he began to sing.
One sentence after another.
Song Zhi sat across from him, squinting occasionally, and occasionally staring at Zhang Xiaobai opposite him with interest, quietly listening to him sing.
I have to say that Zhang Xiaobai's singing skills are actually much better than Wang Jun.
If it weren't for Boss Zhao's relationship back then, Zhang Xiaobai would have been a prodigy now.
Song Zhi said, "Actually, you sing very well."
Zhang Xiaobai, "Is that what you need to say?"
"When you go out, you will be horned."
"Then you still need to say it?"
"Although I have never heard Wang Jun sing a tune, your tune is my favorite."
"Then why don't you say it?" Zhang Xiaobai raised his head proudly, stared at the figure on the opposite side, and asked seriously, "Do you really like the tune I sing?"
Song Zhi nodded seriously, "Yes, I am serious."
"Then how many more words shall I sing?"
Song Zhi thought for a while, "You better stop singing, you've been singing all afternoon, look, it's dark outside, let's go to bed earlier."
This sounds really awkward! Zhang Xiaobai sighed, and through the small window above his head, he sighed, "Why do you think this world is so chaotic? The one who shouldn't have died, not one of the darlings has died. I was originally going to be a prostitute, but I did. A substitute, I should have replaced Wang Jun, but now I am locked here, the world
what! Why is it so messy? "
Worldly!
Why is it so messy!
Zhang Xiaobai's words seemed to be singing.
It looked very miserable.
After Song Zhi finished listening, he also looked at the small window, his eyes sank slightly, and said, "Yeah, why is the world so chaotic?"
Zhang Xiaobai could understand his own words, but he never understood Song Zhi's words.
He even felt that he and Song Zhi were not in the same world at all.
The two of them sighed and sighed for a while...
Sudden-
The jailer came in with a man.
Old Joe is very well-behaved, neither noisy nor noisy.
Let the jailer take him outside Song Zhi's cell.
So Song Zhi and Zhang Xiaobai got up together.
Go to the stake.
Zhang Xiaobai seemed to have a good relationship with the jailer, and asked, "Brother, did this person commit murder as well?"
The jailer said lazily, "No, he committed the crime of theft?"
"Steal? Whose?"
"Steal Wang Jun's clothes."
"What?" Zhang Xiaobai was slightly surprised.
The jailer no longer responded to him, but opened Song Zhi's cell and said, "Song Zhi, you can go."
Song Zhi was startled, "Can I go?"
"That's right, this person stole the burden you gave back to Song Zhi, and he surrendered himself. The lord said that you can go, stop occupying the cell, and leave it to others."
The jailer pushed Old Joe in.
After Lao Qiao entered, he took Song Zhi's hand and said, "Song Zhi, I'm sorry for you, and I made you sit in prison for several days. I was also obsessed with my mind, so I stole something."
Song Zhi didn't mean to blame him. Instead, he nodded and said, "It's good to send things back."