The Famous Detective of the Red Mansion

Chapter 907: Inspector

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Just after Shen Zheng [four o'clock in the afternoon], the oil lamps were already lit in the prison of Shuntian Prefecture.

Under the light of the bean, every bump on Zhou Zheng's face reflected a greasy sheen, looking like a freshly peeled potato.

At this moment, he was lying on his back on a leisurely chair, squinting his eyes, and swept the little lady on the opposite side, inch by inch, with that expression as if he wanted to wrap the other party in his mouth and devoured him alive.

The young woman was stared at at a loss, and wished she could find a crack to crawl in.

But she asked Zhou Da again, so she could only bite the bullet and say with a smile: "Sir, I beg you to raise your hand and let me meet with my husband - this is a little thought, please accept it with a smile. "

Hearing the word "heart", Zhou Da's eyes lit up, but when the little lady pulled out two copper coins from the sleeve, his face suddenly turned dull.

The little lady didn't realize it, she timidly put the two pieces of copper coins on the table, and looked at Zhou Da anxiously and hopefully.

Zhou Da glanced at the two hanging copper coins with his eyelids, and then sighed: "Forget it, I'm not looking at the money, it's mainly because it's not easy for you to show up in public - go outside and wait, later. I'll have someone take you to see her."

The young woman was overjoyed, and after a thousand thanks, she walked away.

When the wooden door was closed again, Zhou Da reluctantly withdrew his gaze, thinking that this little lady had a pretty face with Zhang Jianzi, and she never thought that she also hid her big buttocks.

If she becomes a widow from now on, she might as well be brought into the house to open up branches and leaves for the old Zhou family.

Thinking about it in his heart, he slammed his fatter thighs against the feet of the table, and the two hanging copper coins that collided squeaked loudly. When the eyes of the two prisoners in the room were attracted by the movement, he said slowly: "Take it to buy some wine and vegetables, tonight, the official will be the host, and let the brothers have a good time."

"Zhou Ye Gao Yi!"

"I thank Lord Zhou for the brothers!"

The two prisoners hurriedly responded with flattery, and they were about to fight for what they wanted, and they went up to pick up the copper coins, but heard Zhou Da say: "Go to one person, and the rest lock the sour Ding surnamed Wu on the toilet. , and take a look at his mother-in-law from a distance - his family must be more than a little oily, and he is willing to pay more money when he sees the miserable appearance of the little white face."

The two prisoners responded in unison again, and they did not know how to assign them. One excitedly brought copper coins to buy wine and meat, and the other lazily took the little lady of the Wu family to visit her husband in the prison.

After the two of them left, Zhou Da tightened the blanket on his body and was rather disappointed.

When he was first transferred to the prison, two dangling copper coins were enough for him to be delighted.

But after these years of 'experience', his appetite has already grown, and these two coins are naturally unattractive.

Fortunately, although his appetite is large, his courage has not swelled much. Even if he is not satisfied with the oil and water passing by, he does not dare to join in the business of killing people and stealing money.

It's just that this life of desire and dissatisfaction is really boring.

Or, go to Yingchun Building to play in the evening

I heard that a few new sisters have arrived recently, and they are all first-class and good-looking...

knock knock knock

He was thinking about it three times, when he heard someone knocking on the door outside, Zhou Da responded casually, and saw the new little prisoner come in with a blushing face, pointing to the outside Qiqi Ai and said, "Master Siyu, outside... It's outside again. Here... a few prisoners have come."

"Come on, why are you stammering?"

Zhou Da glared at him dissatisfied, and asked, "Who are they? Which one do you want to visit?"

"A man, and... and three women!"

The man just took it in one bite, and when he talked about the three women, the little prisoner couldn't help stammering.

Seeing this, Zhou Da immediately became energetic. He straightened his fat body and asked with burning eyes, "Are there three beautiful sisters? How does it compare to the little lady of the Wu family just now?"

"Okay... It looks much better!"

Although he still stuttered, his tone was decisive.

Prettier than that Wu Xiucai's wife? !

Zhou Da became more and more excited, but the prudence he had developed over the years made him patient and asked again, "Then who are they visiting, have you asked?"

"I asked, I asked, just the maid from Rongguo Mansion who killed the young master a few days ago, they..."

"and many more!"

The excitement on Zhou Da's face was immediately replaced by solemnity. Huo Di got up from the easy chair, threw the blanket on the table, and asked in a low voice, "Are they from Rongguo Mansion?"

The little prisoner immediately shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be from the Rongguo Mansion. The man who took the lead only said that he was an old friend of yours."

Friendship

Zhou Da was confused for a while, but soon made up his mind - no matter who he was, he had to meet him.

He adjusted the placket of his clothes and hurried out with the little prisoner.

When they were outside the gate of the prison, they saw three little ladies who looked like angels, standing in one place with fat and slender.

Zhou Da's eyes fixed involuntarily, and even his bones seemed to lighten a few ounces. He was about to turn on the scanning mode, but suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Zhou Siyu, long time no see, you are getting richer."

Zhou Da looked at the sound subconsciously, and the whole plump body suddenly shuddered, and then a chrysanthemum-like smile bloomed on the pitted face.

"Ouch!"

He exaggeratedly patted his thigh, and exclaimed as he leaned up: "It turns out to be Mr. Zhang! It's been a while! How is your lord? The Prince’s Mansion…”

Since he was in charge of guarding the prison, it was inevitable that he would meet some wealthy family slaves, and similar flattery scenes would be staged several times a year.

But this time Zhou Da was sincere.

After all, Sun Shaozong is not only his benefactor and backer, but also the biggest boasting capital in his life.

Therefore, he was both emotional and warm-hearted. It took him a long time to calm down and think about the business again.

He glanced at Yuanyang and the others, but he didn't even dare to see his face, so he hurriedly took it back and said sternly: "Master Zhang, I heard that you and these girls want to visit the maid in Rongguo Mansion? At this juncture... it won't cause any right or wrong for the adults, will it?"

"Don't worry, the man was designed by our second master." Zhang Chenghun waved his hand indifferently, and said, "These girls were originally from the Rongguo Mansion, and have a good relationship with that Qiuwen, so I asked for it specially. The second master came to visit the prison."

As he said that, he lowered his voice and added: "Now in our mansion, all of them have cards, and maybe they will be carried as auntie that day."

Hearing this, Zhou Cheng understood it even more, and hurriedly patted his chest and said with a smile: "How about the people who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black! There is not even half a person in the Rongguo Mansion, but those around us are all affectionate and righteous. The female woman—I didn't say anything, just because of this loyalty, I, Zhou, have to take risks!"

Having said that, he personally led everyone to the women's prison.

Because of Ni Er's past affairs, the women's prison in Shuntian Prefecture was much stricter than in the early years, and it was not easy for Zhou Cheng to enter and leave the prison at will.

But now, under the name of Sun Shaozong, it is naturally unimpeded.

However, he said that he arrived at the place where Qiuwen was being held. It was a very clean single room, and there was no shortage of food and clothing, and it was no problem compared to ordinary inns.

This is not because the Rongguo government sent the money—Jia Baoyu wanted to visit the prison to send the money, but unfortunately, he was banned.

But because Qiuwen is now the focus of heated discussions in the streets and alleys, and it was brought back to the yamen by the governor Jia Yucun himself. If something goes wrong in prison, I am afraid that no one can afford it.

Originally agreed, Zhang Cheng and Zhou Da stood guard outside, and let the girls go inside to visit the prison and speak.

But when she arrived at the door of the prison, Caixia was carrying the food box, but she stopped unconsciously.

At first, she had fallen in love with Jia Huan because of trivial matters in her childhood. Later, when she learned the truth of the matter, she became Sun Shaozong's maid, and this feeling gradually faded.

So when she discussed to visit Qiuwen before, she didn't object, and even prepared a few words from her heart to share with her playmates here.

But when she was separated from Qiuwen by a wall, she suddenly found that she was not ready at all to face the culprit who killed Jia Huan.

In a trance, I don't know how long she hesitated in front of the prison door. When Qingwen came out again and wanted to take the food box from her hand, Caixia suddenly woke up, so she hurriedly put the food box into her arms. , shook his head gently, and then walked into the prison door with a complicated expression.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Qiu Wen sitting on the bed in a trance, glanced at her without focus, and then said to Yuanyang: "You can give me a message to Second Master Bao, the day I served Cai Shikou, Don't let him go - I don't want him to see my head in a different place."

Caixia's hands were tight, and before she knew it, tears blurred her eyes.

How could this infatuated woman from Rongguo Mansion never end well