Yang Qiuchi stood up and looked around carefully, but found no other abnormalities, so he ordered the catchers to ask the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple, and saw that they found nothing.

Yang Qiuchi and others went down the rockery, accompanied by the stork owner of the Qinglong Cave, and casually visited the Laojun Palace. After a while, the catchers went back and forth, and asked the Taoist priests in the stork, and they all said that it was hot in the past few days, and there were more people who came to the stork to enjoy the coolness, and they didn't pay attention to any eye-catching people, let alone see anyone take the little master away.

The kidnappers do not need to go up and down from the Zhongyuan Zen Temple, which is crowded below, and the kidnapping in this place is not like a temporary intention, it should be premeditated, and the note that reads "Father and son repay" is the best evidence.

Thinking of this note, Yang Qiuchi's eyes lit up, it seems that the only way to find clues from this note is to find clues!

At this time, the dark clouds on the horizon had already covered the overhead, and the town in the middle of summer was already very sultry, but now the haze was bursting, the thunder was rolling, and the heavy rain was about to fall.

Yang Qiuchi took a deep breath and said, "Okay, it's good to have a heavy rain next, this damn weather is as hot as a steamer!" ”

As he spoke, the rolling thunder became even more dull, and the raindrops the size of soybeans crackled down.

"It's raining! Thunderstorm! I'm afraid the rain won't be light! Yang Qiuchi said.

"Yes! It hasn't rained in a few days, and if it doesn't rain again, it's really going to suffocate people! Geng Zhizhou also echoed with a smile.

Everyone got off the rockery and braved the rain to return to the yamen.

Yang Qiuchi asked Geng Zhizhou to bring the note. Ordered to find a vacant room, he was to conduct an inspection study.

Yang Qiuchi opened the forensic evidence investigation box, took a pair of gloves and put them on, carefully picked up the note, and carried the forensic evidence box into the room, he wanted to examine the note and the sputum spot.

After a long time, Yang Qiuchi walked out. Geng Zhizhou hurriedly greeted him and asked, "How is it?" ”

Yang Qiuchi's eyes flashed with the joy of success, and he said, "I think, I have found the traces of the kidnappers!" ”

Rumbling thunder exploded one after another overhead, and outside the house, the rain was already pouring down.

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In an ordinary stilted house by the Wuyang River, Zhu Fatzi sat by the window with his mouth open, shaking a big pu fan, making a fuss. Cough a few times from time to time and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Outside the window, the Wuyang River, which was originally rippling and clear, has been covered by the rain curtain torn down by the pouring rain, and it is hazy.

Despite the thunder and rain outside, the room was still so stuffy.

Maybe it's because Zhu Fat Man is too fat, no matter how he swings the fan, the fat is sweating out, and the gown is already soaked, and he keeps pulling the bellows, which is the kind of bellows that leaks the wind, snorting, as if a little out of breath.

Zhu Fatzi was a little upset, stood up and cursed: "Damn, it's raining all day, why is it still so hot, don't you want people to live in this weather!" ”

At this moment, during the interlude of thunder, from a rice jar at the foot of the house came the cry of a child, the voice was very dull, as if the mouth was blocked by something.

Zhu Fatzi was even more irritable, walked over and moved the heavy objects pressed on the rice cylinder, lifted the lid of the rice cylinder, and roared in a low voice: "Howl your mother's funeral!" Howl again! Howl again, Lao Tzu will strangle you little rabbit cub immediately! ”

Squatting in the rice bowl was a little boy, two or three years old, with big black eyes, full of tears, his mouth was stuffed with a rag, his hands were tied behind his back, and his feet were also tied, and he was looking at Zhu Fatzi in horror.

Zhu Fatzi stretched out his chubby finger and poked it on the child's forehead: "Your father has ruined my family, I want you to be a little rabbit cub to resist your life, it's not too ruthless, right?" ”

The child's big eyes were full of tears, and he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.

Zhu Fatzi lowered his head and looked at it, and sighed: "It turns out that Lao Tzu wants to starve you to death, just like your father did to my son, but you are really fucking fateful, this has been a day and a night, if you didn't starve to death, you should be thirsty to death, you little rabbit cub is actually fine!" After thinking about it, he said to himself, "I don't know when I will starve you rabbit cub to death and die of thirst, and if your dead ghost daddy comes to the door, it will be a little bad." Just tie you to a stone and throw it outside in the Wuyang River and drown! ”

Zhu Fatzi reached into the rice jar, took the child out, tied a rope around his neck, and lowered his head to look around for heavy objects that could sink into the water.

At this moment, I heard a loud bang from the door, and the dust was flying, but the door was not knocked open, because Zhu Fatzi was inside with a top door bar.

Zhu Fatzi was shocked, hugged the child to his chest with his left hand, grabbed a sharp knife on the table next to him with his right hand, and the tip of the knife was against the child's neck.

There was a loud bang at the door, and with a bang, the door was finally slammed open. A group of drenched catchers rushed in with knives, and when they saw Zhu Fatzi holding the child's neck with a knife, they were all stunned and hurriedly stopped.

Immediately after him, Yang Qiuchi, under the protection of Song Yun'er and his personal guards, also walked in with an umbrella, as well as Lizheng here, and then walked into the room.

Geng Zhizhou saw the child in Zhu Fatzi's hand and exclaimed: "My son! ”

When the child saw Geng Zhizhou, a rag was stuffed in his mouth, and he couldn't speak.

Geng Zhizhou raised his eyes to look at Zhu Fatzi, and exclaimed again: "Zhu Long? Sure enough, it's you! Why are you kidnapping my son? ”

Zhu Fatzi sneered a few times: "Lord Zhizhou, it's hard for you to remember that I'm a dead fat man, I'm not dead, it's very unexpected to you, right?" ”

Yang Qiuchi saw this situation, his heart sank, he had already estimated that the murderer would kill the child, because the time was pressing, so he didn't have time to formulate a detailed plan to rescue the hostages, and he didn't have time to find out the surrounding situation of the house and the layout inside, so he decided to hit the door with a piece of wood, trying to attack suddenly and restrain Zhu Fatzi.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Fatzi used a very strong top door bar to resist the door, and failed to knock the door open for the first time, so he gave Zhu Fatzi time to grab the child with a knife as a hostage. Fortunately, they rushed into the room in time, otherwise, after waiting for a while, Zhu Fatzi tied the child to a heavy object and threw it into the Wuyang River and drowned.

However, fortunately, the child is still alive and well.

Geng Zhizhou hurriedly said: "If there is anything to discuss, you let the child go first!" ”

"Hehe, do you think I'll put it?" Zhu Fatzi's sharp knife was against the child's neck, and the tip of the knife had already cut the child's neck with blood.

He looked around, and the catchers had already blocked it by the window in a fan shape, and there was no way to escape, unless he jumped into the Wuyang River from the window, Zhu Fatzi hugged the child tightly with his left hand, and the tip of the knife in his right hand was tightly pressed against the child's neck, and he took a few steps back and leaned against the window, the sharp knife in his hand tightened, and threatened: "Don't move, otherwise, just wait to collect the body of Lord Zhizhou's son!"

The crowd hunted and quickly threw the rat taboo, but each sword did not dare to step forward.

Zhu Fatzi quickly peeked out of the window to take a look at the Wuyang River, and saw a few boats floating on the river in the rain curtain, all of which were fast-catchers wearing hats and robes with swords in their hands, and his heart was cold. turned his head and stared at Geng Zhizhou hatefully: "Get out of the way, or I'll kill this son of yours!" ”

Yang Qiuchi said: "You won't kill him, at least not now, if you kill him, what will you use to threaten us?" ”

Zhu Fatzi was stunned for a moment, and shouted: "If you don't believe it, try it!" The tip of the knife tightened and pierced into the neck, and the child's mouth, gagged with rags, whimpered twice, unable to speak.

Zhu Fatzi grabbed the child, moved two steps diagonally, and hid in the corner of the house, this nervousness, panting even more, coughing, and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm from time to time, but the sharp knife in his hand did not leave the child's neck an inch.

Yang Qiuchi's heart sank, this fat man was very clever, he was by the window just now, and he could still find a way to subdue him from the window, but now that he left the window, the sharp knife in his hand was against the child's vital point, even if he killed him with a hidden weapon, but he stabbed him before death, and the child was reimbursed. You can only distract him first, and then find a way.

Yang Qiuchi said: "Don't get excited! We have something to discuss, I'll let them all quit, let's talk slowly, okay? With that, he ordered all the catchers to retreat, including his six personal guards from the room. There were only three people left in the room: Geng Zhizhou, Yang Qiuchi and Song Yun'er.

Seeing that more than half of the people in the room were missing, only two officials were left and there was a little girl, and there was no blade, Zhu Fatzi's mood relaxed a little. He saw that Yang Qiuchi was directing all this, as if he was more official than Geng Zhizhou, and asked Yang Qiuchi with some doubts: "Who are you?" ”。

Yang Qiuchi said in a very gentle tone: "I am the new governor of Yuanzhou and the magistrate of Qingxi County, my name is Yang Qiuchi. After a pause, he added, "You are hiding here, it is indeed very hidden, don't you wonder how we found you?" ”

Yang Qiuchi wanted to deliberately lead him to speak, divert his attention, and look for opportunities.

The threat of reality was reduced, Zhu Fatzi was not so nervous, he was also very curious about this question, gasped twice, as if pulling through the bellows, stared at Yang Qiuchi with both eyes, and asked, "You found me?" ”

"Yes."

"Where did I show a flaw?"

"Your asthma!" Yang Qiuchi kept smiling.

Speaking of asthma, the fat man couldn't help but gasp roughly, grunted in his throat a few times, coughed a few times, and spat thick phlegm on the ground.

The sharp knife in Zhu Fatzi's hand has been tightly pressed against the child's neck, and there is no chance.

Yang Qiuchi looked down at the phlegm on the ground, there was a trace of red blood in the sputum, and said with great concern: "I found you based on the sputum you spit in the place where you secretly took away Lord Zhizhou's little son in Qinglong Cave - your asthma is very serious. ”

(To be continued)