Dugu Weiwei listened casually, and when he saw that Ran Tang brought a smoking copper kettle, he put the tea leaves in the teapot with his own hands, and motioned to him to pour water into the pot with his eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The tea is a high-grade purple bamboo shoot brought out from the house, and the boiling water is poured into it, and the fragrance of tea wafts away.

An old man sitting next to him sniffled and glanced over to this side, then beckoned one to run over and whispered a command. Rantang glanced over and shook his head. The old man sighed regretfully.

Dugu Weiwei filled the three cups on his table with tea, and instructed Amin to send the teapot to Gu Yizhi's table.

When I looked up and listened to the book again, I had already talked about the government's involvement in the investigation of the death of Zhang Xiaoguan: "..... Speaking of our old parents in Shanyang County, Mr. Qiu, that can really be described as virtuous and upright, loving the people like a son, who from far and near does not hear of Mr. Qiu's reputation? Since receiving this case, his old man has taken pity on Mr. Zhang and his wife, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and he has been racking his brains all night to find the truth. He did not hesitate to give his own reward for silver and begged the people: if anyone finds the head of Zhang Xiaoguan, he will be rewarded with 500 pieces of silver, and those who catch the murderer will be rewarded with 1,000 ...... of silver."

Dugu Weiwei took a sip of tea, turned his eyes casually, and inadvertently caught an old man sitting at the table next to him, looking at the storyteller with sarcastic eyes.

She smiled slightly, how can the storyteller have real words in his mouth, how can he keep the guests without exaggerating a little? This old man is too serious.

"The boss thinks about the people like this, and the people also know how to repay their kindness, and they run to help each other. It didn't take long for Huang Dabao and Huang Xiaobao, two brothers who lived at the foot of Nanfeng to come out and report that they found a human head when they were catching fish and shrimp by the lotus flower house lake in Nanping Mountain. The old man personally took people to inspect it, and indeed found the head under the shallow sand. After many days of flooding, the face swelled and erosed, and it was impossible to distinguish it for a long time. But there is an inexplicable extra head, and there is no body, except for Zhang Xiaoguan, who doesn't think about it. Zhang Daguan and his wife were very grateful, and they took their heads and buried them with their son's body......"

Dugu Weiwei frowned, this is too rash, just find a head, don't check whether the incision on the neck can be matched, and don't check the men, women and children, think about it?

Alas, isn't this the case just like this in this era? When the criminal officials thought about it, they thought it should be like this, so they made a preconceived idea, and the case was settled after a big sentence. I had known about this for a long time, but it still felt ridiculous to hear it again.

"The head is there, but the murderer still has nothing to find, and the old man is really sad about it, and he can't sleep at night. In order to make the deceased clear as soon as possible, the adults sent a large number of people to search for clues in the people, and the old man was the heart of the people, and every day could be expressed! Fortunately, the heart of the adults was not in vain, one day, a person went to the yamen, saying, the old lady Shen in Lilin Town had a big birthday, and a businessman surnamed Lin offered a thrush, whose sound was tactful and easy to hear, light and good at fighting, very similar to the bird of Zhang Xiaoguan. The old parents immediately sent someone to Lilin Town to bring back the thrush, and Zhang Daguan and his wife came to the hall to recognize each other, and at a glance, it was really the lost bird of Zhang Xiaoguan!"

"Yes, the sky has eyes, and the murderer can be found now!" said someone in the audience with a loud applause.

Mr. Storyteller stopped talking, and looked at everyone with a smile: "Listed, don't you think that Master Qiu's mirror is hanging high, and he loves the people like a son?"

As soon as these words came out, the people below immediately applauded, and the sound of preaching was endless, and people nodded their heads in agreement, and discussed with each other a few times, what can we be fortunate to have such a parent and official three lives, and so on.

Dugu Weiwei and the old man glanced at each other, and they both felt a little funny. It turns out that this storyteller is just to promote merit for the local county order. It's just that it's better to be euphemistic, such an unadorned toution, when the people are blind?

The old man next to him also followed the flow and said a few kind words, but the disdain in his eyes obviously did not match the words on his lips at all.

The storyteller slapped Xingmu again and continued: "It is said that Master Qiu asked someone to arrest the merchant surnamed Lin to the hall, but the man refused to admit his guilt, and only said that the bird was bought from one person. When I asked him who he was and what he was doing, he couldn't tell him clearly. This is clearly a cunning man, but he tries to deceive and get away with it. In dealing with such a vicious criminal, it will not be effective if the punishment is not used. Lord Qiu was tortured repeatedly, and the businessman surnamed Lin confessed the matter. It turned out that the businessman surnamed Lin saw the thrush on the road, and listened to its voice well, and gave birth to a sense of possession. Just as he was about to take the thrush off the tree, it happened that Zhang Xiaoguan came over. Seeing this situation, Zhang Xiaoguan inevitably made disrespectful remarks, and the businessman surnamed Lin was furious, and immediately copied out the dagger he carried with him and cut off Zhang Xiaoguan's head, abandoned the corpse of Liu Lin, and took the thrush as his own. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Qiu Qingtian's judgment of the case like a god......"

"Nonsense!" Dugu Weiwei couldn't help but curse again.

At this time, the people in the building were listening attentively, so her voice was especially clear.

Mr. Storyteller's voice paused, followed the voice, stroked his beard and shook his head: "Little girl, don't talk nonsense, you don't understand the affairs of adults, it's better to go back and embroider." ”

Someone kindly reminded: "Little girl, be careful of the trouble that comes out of your mouth!"

Gu Yanyu's eyes flashed to see the excitement, and he said in his heart, it is the trouble that provokes this little aunt and grandmother.

Gu Yizhi watched it with great interest.

"What Qiu Qingtian, Qiu Qingdi, it's just a fool! Just dig out a head, and if you don't check it, you can say that it is a dead person. Also, what did the businessman surnamed Lin do when he went out with a dagger when he had nothing to do? The murder weapon could be found, did he have a bloody coat? He killed someone, he killed someone, and he had to cut off his head for what he did......?

The old man next to him who showed sneering eyes from time to time said, "More than twenty miles." ”

Dugu Weiwei stroked his forehead: "What is he doing with his head walking for more than 20 miles? When the pig's head meat is boiled and eaten, is there no blood left on the road along the way? No one found it?"

Mr. Storyteller raised a cold face early, squinted and threatened: "Little girl, use your brain when you speak, don't lose your life!"

Li Jing stood up from the chair when he heard this, straightened his waist and scolded loudly: "Shut up, ignorant old man, my young lady is also something you can threaten?"

As soon as he shouted, the leopard guards waiting downstairs quickly rushed upstairs, standing left and right in Dugu Weiwei, pressing the handle of the knife one by one, waiting for orders.

People who have killed people and seen blood have a kind of evil aura in their bodies, and they pestle here, full of momentum, like a raging lion. The storyteller's face turned pale and he looked at everyone in disbelief.

"It's okay, don't be nervous, go down!" Dugu Weiwei waved his hand and ordered.

Only then did the leopard guard put down the hand that pressed the handle of the knife, bowed down, and still went downstairs to wait.