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Except for the people in Mengfu, almost all of them have arrived, from Meng Shanchang, Meng Chengtian, and Fan Shechang, who sighed for a long time, with a somewhat pale face, and Meng Qingwan, who was still wearing a veil. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Chief, please be seated. Jiuru instructed the official to bring a chair, and after Meng Shanchang sat down, Jiu Ru said, "Lao is tired of the mountain chief and Meng's mansion up and down."

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Meng Shanchang was wearing a brown silk robe, his expression was a little withered, and he lost some of the style of a scribe in the past, and his posture looked a little stiff: "Even if the Meng Mansion is also the Meng Mansion of the Book City, there have been four murders in the city, including my wife, it is reasonable for the Meng Mansion to cooperate with the investigation of the case, how dare you talk about the trouble." ”

Heavy clouds overwhelm the city, the time has not yet arrived, the sky is already dark, and the figures under the steps of the government are silent, so it seems to be a little ghostly.

Meng Chengtian walked out of the crowd and said to Jiuru: "Sir, our Meng Mansion has already arrived, I don't know what Mr. wants to ask." ”

He was dressed in royal blue straight embellishment, blown by the night wind, his clothes were hunting and flying, and the tall figure was even more cultivated like a bamboo, a pair of identical eyes looked like willow leaves on Shen Fanglone's face, but when it came to his face, the pupils were slightly slanted, like peach blossom eyes, coupled with thin lips and a nose, it was really the image of a ruthless prodigal son.

Zhao Ran thought in his heart, dissatisfied with Meng Chengtian's eyes on Jiuru, and glared back at him viciously.

"I see that the weather is not good today, so after asking, we can go back to handle my mother's funeral. Meng Qingwan said lightly through the veil, there is no winter in the book city, but her voice is as cold as ice beads.

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At this moment, the county lord had already left the city, he sat in the carriage and looked back at the mountain city behind him through the window, and sighed bitterly: "What a failure, what a failure!

The master riding the little donkey glanced at the county official in the carriage: "This case is not complicated. ”

"What?!! Yinniang asked Mrs. Meng to kill, and Mrs. Meng called the bookstore shopkeeper to kill, and the bookstore shopkeeper killed Mama Song, and when she went back, she was poisoned by the poisonous wine under Mama Song, such a □□ seamless murder situation, oh just because you are missing a pair of shoes, you can say that there is another murderer! What about the evidence?" The county magistrate patted the carriageway, "You talk about it!"

Master said: "The first loophole in this case is the portrait of Meng Tian found by Yinniang. ”

The county magistrate fell down in the socket, he has been hit two or three times in a row recently, his IQ has been refreshed repeatedly, and he thought hard about it and actually figured it out: "Yes, only this portrait can find that illegitimate child!" But where is the portrait?"

"You should first ask who painted the portrait?"

"Wasn't it painted by Old Madam Meng?"

"Mrs. Meng burned her mistress to death in order to cover up □□, and then painted a picture to tell others that she had □□?"

The county lord pondered and said, "Could it be the shopkeeper of the bookstore?"

"The shopkeeper of the bookstore just borrowed it for one night in Meng's Mansion, so why did he want to paint Meng Tian's appearance? Besides, even if he painted a portrait of Meng Tian, why would he show it to Yinniang?"

The county lord groaned: "Could it be...... Mountain chief ......"

The master interrupted his thoughts: "This person is related to Yinniang, and he has also seen Meng Tian, there are not many such people in the case. ”

The county lord's eyes widened: "Fan, She, Chang!"

"Not bad!"

The county lord was excited: "In this way, the motive for the murder is found, and the murderer is not difficult to find." ”

Such a simple case, the county lord was a little eager to try, and the master said: "So the first thing they have to do is to use this loophole to confirm that Meng Shanchang's wife had cheated on her affair and left an illegitimate child."

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The county lord's hot heart suddenly turned cold.

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On the steps, Jiuru said in a light voice: "The question I want to ask will be asked by my student Xian Zhao, I hope you won't mind." ”

Zhaoran Jiuru's back turned out, he was the last student recruited by Jiuru, and the image of a small skeleton was still quite well-known in the book city, looking at Zhaoran who was short on the steps and moved up and down with two big eyes, it may be too weird, and everyone forgot to question it.

"Bring the things for the gentleman. Zhaoran had already waved his hand, and the officials walked out with a pile of books.

Meng Shanchang looked at these books and frowned slightly: "What are these?"

"Here are some books from Mashaben, which we found from the shopkeeper of the third deceased man's bookstore. Zhaoran looked at the thin Fan She and said, "These books are all Fan Shechang." Fan Shechang used these worthless Ma Sha books to exchange for the shopkeeper and the Guozi prison book in his hand. ”

Fan Shechang's thin face showed arrogance, and he looked at Zhao Ran contemptuously: "These books are indeed the shopkeepers, you little child is talking nonsense here, don't you think you are a student of the little sage, you can slander the mountain chief and slander the academy!"

"I said that the head of the house Fan stole the beams and changed the pillars to slander the mountain chief and slander the academy, do you think that you are the face of the academy, and you are the head of the house can be equivalent to the head of the mountain? You are just a big yellow dog looking at the dormitory, you think you are the big black dog of Erlang God!"

Fan Shechang has always been arrogant to his students, and he may not even pay attention to Jiuru on weekdays, but at this moment he was robbed of white by Zhaoran, and he was afraid of provoking the mountain chief's dissatisfaction, panting in his nostrils, his face was a mixture of red and blue, like a dyed palette, he pointed at Zhaoran: "You, you ......"

Zhao Ran didn't bother to pay attention to him, and continued: "Yes, these books belong to the shopkeeper, someone took the Masha book from the bookstore and gave it to you, and then you ordered a batch of Guozijian books with the same list, and finally you exchanged the Masha book for the Guozijian book and returned it to the bookstore. ”

Fan Shechang's thin face showed a flush: "You, what do you want to say, these sand books have the seal of the bookstore!"

"Because these books have the seal of the bookstore on them, you have no fear, and the shopkeeper is dumb to eat the yellow lotus. Zhao Ran flipped through the Ma Sha Ben Dao in his hand, "A book of Guozi Jian can be sold for one tael to five taels of silver, and if it is a lone book, it is even more priceless." Who's the guy who helped you change your book?"

Zhao Ran shook the book in his hand and thought for a while: "Actually, it's no one else, it's the shopkeeper himself." ”

The Sichuan character in Meng Shan's long eyebrows wrinkled even deeper: "The shopkeeper of the bookstore is a little unreasonable to self-supervise and steal. ”

Fan Shechang also sneered: "Yes! Is the shopkeeper of the bookstore stupid?"

Zhao Ran spread his hands and said: "Because you have always been the source of the bookstore's shopkeeper to obtain information about the Meng Mansion, about a month ago, you found the shopkeeper of the bookstore, and you want to sell him a big news in the Meng Mansion, the amount of money you proposed is very large, and the bookstore shopkeeper has been raising his wife and child who killed his friend in vain for more than ten years, and he does not have much money to spare." Therefore, he proposed to mortgage his collection of Guozi Jian to you first. ”

"But when you know the list of those collections, you become greedy, and you ask the shopkeeper to ask for the book and refuse to pay the final payment, so he asks him to send you another batch of books with the same name, and then deliberately makes the illusion of buying and returning the book. When the shopkeeper really came to redeem his collection, you deliberately did not admit it, which is the origin of your dispute. ”

"Slander, all slander

Fan Shechang blushed and said with a thick neck.

"What do you mean by the boss selling Ma Sha Ben to you, in order to blackmail the Guozijian in your hand to collect the book?"

"Exactly!"

"You dare to repeat the sentence that he is trying to deceive me three times?"

Fan She's face turned red and said, "He's trying to deceive my Tibetan book!He's trying to deceive my Tibetan book!He's trying to deceive my Tibetan book!" He said three times in one breath and glared at Zhao Ran, "That's enough, right?"

Zhaoran took out a booklet and opened it, "This is the account book in the store, and the books on it are all copied by the shopkeeper himself, that is to say, which books have both the masa book and the Guozi prison book, except for the shopkeeper himself, no one actually knows." ”

Fan She said: "Of course, only I know my own collection, what's so strange about this?"

Zhao Ran raised his head and said: "That's right, only I know my own collection, how did the shopkeeper know the list of books in Fan Shechang's collection, so he pretended to sell Masha to you, and then came to blackmail your Guozi Prison Collection?"

Fan Shechang opened his mouth for a while, and said clearly: "Do you know why I asked you to repeat the panic three times just now?"

He explained earnestly: "Because the brain is repeatedly exposed to panic in a short period of time, it will store it as the truth. That is, there are too many panicked words, and the first person to be deceived is himself. Once it is scammed, it produces an error, which is a logical error. ”

The red on Fan Shechang's face faded into a miserable white, and the whispers that floated from time to time below faded, and even Meng Chengtian seemed to have finally begun to look at it squarely.

Zhaoran closed the account book: "Fan Shechang now has a motive to kill, one is for the collection of Guozijian, and the other is for you to be afraid that the shopkeeper will leak the news that you quietly sold the news of the Meng Mansion to him." ”

"I didn't kill it, I really didn't kill the shopkeeper of the bookstore!" Fan Shechang's thin face was like a mournful examiner.

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"I don't know if Shechang Fan has recruited now?" the county magistrate muttered as he looked behind him.

The master said: "Fan Shechang loves money like his life, and he thinks very highly of himself, but in fact, he is timid and mediocre, and it is not difficult to defeat him." ”

"Then Fan Shechang dares to tell Old Madam Meng about cheating?"

"Killing people is a matter of taking their lives, and Fan Shechang doesn't have the courage to take it. ”

"Then if he shakes out the matter of Old Madam Meng, what will that little skeleton do" The county magistrate couldn't help but wonder curiously.

After Fan Shechang explained, Zhao Xian had two directions to choose from, following Mrs. Meng's cheating and giving birth to a child or another loophole. ”

"What a loophole. ”

The master said, "Have you ever wondered where the painting of Meng Tian in the hands of Fan Shechang came from?"

The county magistrate frowned and said, "Isn't this painting painted by Fan Shechang?"

"Meng Tian has been dead for twenty years, I'm afraid that even his original partner may not be able to remember what he looks like, how can Fan Shechang draw Meng Tian vividly?" the master said.

The county magistrate suddenly said: "So this painting should be from 20 years ago." ”