Xu Xinnian frowned: "Why do you want this?"
I want to solve the case... Xu Qi'an said solemnly: "I want to know the story of the case, and I will die. Otherwise, I will not be reconciled."
Speaking of solving the case directly, Xu Xinnian would probably think that his head was watted, so Xu Qi'an changed his words.
After all, the original Xu Qi'an was stubborn and stubborn.
Xu New Year pondered for a while and said, "I have seen the file, I can tell you..."
In the past few days, I have been running for the Xu family. The case is too big, and no one dares to help. In desperation, Xu Xinian changed his mind and tried to break the situation in terms of recovering the tax and silver.
Relying on the Xu family's original connections and the academy, as well as the money management, Xu Xinnian bribed the officials of Jingzhao Mansion to transcribe the dossier for him.
However, he had no experience in criminal judgment and investigation, so he had no choice but to give up.
Xu Qi'an raised his hand to interrupt, "You go and write it down, dictation is meaningless."
All the details of the case are in the text. If you need to consider, chew, and devote part of your energy to listening, your brain will not be able to think and analyze calmly.
Xu Qi'an's logical reasoning ability has always been the best in his previous life, and he is the leader in his class.
Before it was replaced, Xu Xinnian would not pay attention to him, thinking that the two brothers parted this time, maybe it was a goodbye forever.
He agreed to his brother's last request and whispered, "Wait a moment."
Walk away.
The footsteps disappeared in the corridor, Xu Qi'an sat down with his back against the fence, feeling uneasy and complicated.
He didn't have the confidence to make a comeback. It was a desire to solve the case, and it was true that he was unwilling.
The only self-help method I can think of is this one, I have to try it and struggle to the death.
In modern criminal investigation methods, crime scene investigation, monitoring and autopsy are three essential components.
No one died in the case of the disappearance of tax and silver, there was no surveillance in ancient times, and he was in prison, and the above three elements were not available for contact.
Fortunately, the dossier can restore the crime scene to a certain extent.
While digesting the original owner's memory, while forcing himself to get rid of all negative emotions, only a calm brain can have clear ideas and complete rigorous reasoning.
"Dead or alive, it's up to you..." he murmured.
The time for a stick of incense gradually passed, and Xu Xinnian returned in a hurry, handing him a few pieces of rice paper with wet ink.
"The time is up, I have to go." Xu Xinnian hesitated and said, "Take care of yourself."
Xu Qi'an didn't speak, and his eyes were already attracted by the writing on the rice paper.
Time was short, and the handwriting on the paper was cursive. If Xu Qi'an had not been in a private school for a few years, he would not have recognized these ghostly talismans at all.
"Reading is still useful, but it was mainly an illiterate... .. to end the flower." Xu Qi'an laughed at himself.
The process of the tax disappearance case is as follows:
[Three days ago at 2:00 a.m. (6:30 in the morning), Xu Pingzhi escorted a batch of tax and silver into Beijing. At a quarter of an hour, when he reached Guangnan Street, just after crossing the bridge, there was a sudden gust of wind, and the horses were startled and rushed into the street. in the river by the side.
A few minutes later, a deafening explosion sounded, and the river blew up six feet high.
The soldiers who were responsible for escorting the tax silver jumped into the river to look for the silver, but only 1,215 taels of silver were found, and the rest of the silver disappeared...
In addition to the incident, there are also the confessions of passers-by collected by Jingzhao Prefecture and the confessions of the soldiers who participated in the escort.
In a series of confessions, Xu Qi'an noticed that a sentence was outlined with a red cinnabar pen: Monsters are haunting!
"The monster is haunting?!" Xu Qi'an's pupils shrank, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
…
Jingzhao House, the back hall.
After three consecutive days of running around, the three main persons in charge of the disappearance of tax and silver cases gathered together.
Chen Hanguang, the governor of Jingzhao Prefecture, held a white porcelain blue-and-white tea cup in his hand, the tea lid was gently knocking on the edge of the cup, and his face was solemn.
The official fourth-rank official who wore a red robe and embroidered Yunyan sighed softly: "There are still two days. The Holy One ordered me to wait for the tax to be recovered before Xu Pingzhi's beheading. Two adults, we must hurry up."
The two men mentioned by Chen Fuyin were middle-aged men in black uniforms and black cloaks, with high nose bridges, slightly sunken eye sockets, and light brown pupils.
Half of the southern barbarian blood.
Another oval-faced girl in a yellow dress, with picturesque brows and sebum-like skin, looking forward to radiance.
She holds a sugar cane in her hand, a small deerskin bag and a gossip feng shui plate around her waist, and a pair of small boots embroidered with cloud patterns under her skirt.
Dangdang.
These two are assisting in handling the case. The middle-aged man is Li Yuchun. He was born in an organization that was extremely feared by Dafeng officials: beating men.
The organization 'Playing Gengren' is engaged in reconnaissance, arrest, interrogation and other activities. He also participated in the collection of military information, and instigated countermeasures against enemy generals.
It is not part of the Sixth Division and it is not part of the military system.
It is the intelligence organization of the royal family, and it is also a guillotine hanging over the heads of Baiguan.
All the officials in Dafeng have heard a saying: Don't do bad things during the day, don't be afraid to beat others at night.
And the girl in the yellow dress was a member of the Sitianjian, with a high status, a disciple of the director of the Sitianjian.
The middle-aged man with the silver gong embroidered on his chest glanced at the bagasse vomited by the girl in the yellow skirt covered with his feet, frowned, and with a swirl of his palm, the air rolled, gathering the bagasse in one place.
The middle-aged man nodded slightly, revealing a fleeting pleasure.
Then he replied to Chen Fuyin with a heavy face: "This case is very strange. Maybe we are going in the wrong direction."
"Where did Mr. Li come from?" Chen Fuyin frowned. After the analysis of the case, it has basically been locked down that monsters have robbed the tax and silver.
"We are running out of time, and what we should do now is to catch the monsters that are making troubles as soon as possible, don't think about these messes." Chen Fuyin said.
In recent years, the treasury has been empty, and there have been frequent famines in various places. The tax of 150,000 taels of silver is equivalent to the tax of an ordinary county for a year.
His Majesty's anger is understandable.
I don't have any money at all, so you gave me the chain and I'm so pissed off.
Chen Fuyin took over the case conscientiously, and the burden on his shoulders has made him unable to eat or sleep well recently.
The middle-aged man shook his head, without arguing, and instead said, "What new harvest does Xu Pingzhi have?"
Chen Fuyin shook his head: "A martial artist will only keep blaming his injustice. He doesn't even know how he lost the tax and silver."
The girl in the yellow skirt said lightly, "I've seen his 'qi', and he didn't lie."
Li Yuchun and Chen Fuyin nodded and did not continue to talk about this person.
As a criminal, Xu Pingzhi bore the brunt of the investigation, torture, interpersonal communication and financial situation, etc., all of which were touched. With the help of Si Tianjian's qi-looking technique, the suspicion has now been ruled out.
Of course, the loss of tax and silver, Xu Pingzhi's dereliction of duty, and the death penalty are inevitable.
The middle-aged man and Chen Fuyin had serious faces and heavy hearts.
Only the girl in the yellow skirt with the least stress was nibbling on the sugar cane heartlessly.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps came, and a yamen hurried in, holding a small bamboo tube in his right hand and a butter paper bag with a steaming big meat bun in his left.
The yamen first handed over the bamboo tube.
The girl in the yellow skirt didn't pick it up, looking at the big meat bag with bright eyes like Xingzi.
The yamen changed the order wisely, the yellow skirt girl happily nibbled the big meat bun, then took the bamboo tube, took out a note, and unfolded:
"My people said that for twenty miles along the way, no demonic energy was observed in Hanoi, and there were no traces on the shore."
"Snapped!"
The depressing atmosphere finally exploded, Chen Fu Yin slapped the table angrily, his face ashen with anger: "Where can I take 150,000 taels of silver? It has to go ashore, it has to go ashore. It's been three days, and there's no trace of the other party. did not find."
"Damn, where is the monster who dares to intercept my big tax silver, this official will call it extinct!"
If the tax can't be recovered, he has to bear the blame. The emperor will not care whether he is wronged or not. If his butt sits in this position, he has to bear the blame.
That's how officialdom is. It's hard to climb up, but it's easy to fall.
The middle-aged man Li Yuchun let out a sigh of relief and resumed the topic just now: "Could it be that our investigation was in the wrong direction, maybe it wasn't the work of a monster."
Chen Fuyin looked at him, took a deep breath, and suppressed the anger in his heart: "It's not a monster, so how did the monster wind come? How can the silver go into the river and disappear out of thin air? crack."