Chapter 625 The Mysterious Beige Sable Qiu

Hao Ji Yi was also sighing: "It's a pity that Hao Jia is also dead, otherwise...... Maybe get some clues. ”

Luo Xiaofeng was silent for a while, and then took out an extremely small and delicate silver needle from his arms: "This poisonous needle was found on the hilt of Haojia's sword. ”

The face of the relict changed.

Tiny silver needles shimmered with an evil white light in the brilliant lamplight.

Luo Xiaofeng's voice became very heavy: "Only Haojia's closest people have the opportunity to touch his sword...... In other words, the murderer is most likely an acquaintance of Haojia during his lifetime. ”

Hao Jiyi's face was ugly, his eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and he seemed to be ten years old for a moment. He solemnly held a pair of thin hands and muttered, "The old man is on the official side, I didn't expect such a thing to happen." He raised his head sharply and looked at Luo Xiaofeng with panicked eyes: "So, there are far more people in the yamen who have joined the white-clothed stream, Haojia?"

Luo Xiaofeng's eyebrows tightened and he nodded heavily.

Hao Tsui stood up suddenly, and slowly moved a bowl of sweet and sour live fish to the side. There was a bright red and white note on the table. The paper is white and the words are red. Five words, five fluttering words: send the fish soup back.

Luo Xiaofeng stared at the note for a long time.

Hao Jie Yi suddenly spoke, and his voice was indescribably desolate and frightened: "Do you know whose words this is?"

Luo Xiaofeng seemed to be thinking, and only after a while did he say: "If your subordinates are not mistaken, this is your Mobao, my lord." ”

With a look of pain on his face, he drank the wine in his cup and said angrily, "This note is hidden in Haojia's bun, and it was discovered by accident during the autopsy. ”

Luo Xiaofeng didn't speak, he was listening quietly.

Hao's voice trembled a little, and his face was frightened: "This is indeed my handwriting, but I have never written such a note. He stared at Luo Xiaofeng tightly, and his voice became very excited again: "Luo Zhutou, what is going on?"

Luo Xiaofeng still didn't speak, and his eyebrows were locked tighter.

A fine layer of sweat has broken out on the tip of his nose.

Luo Xiaofeng finally spoke: "The code words of the white-clothed stream, the subordinates also know something...... It was a murderous order. ”

Hao was surprised: "Oh?"

Luo Xiaofeng's face was gloomy: "They want to blame the adults, just to confuse the public and reap the benefits of the fishermen." ”

Hao Jie Yi gritted his teeth, and a cold glint like a knife burst out in his eyes: "The old man doesn't know who it is, if he knows......" He swallowed back the second half of the sentence, and grabbed the wine glass suddenly, only to find that the wine glass was already empty.

Luo Xiaofeng was pouring wine, and the crisp old Du Kang wine was poured into the blue and white porcelain wine cup, stirring up a beautiful dimple. The full table of dishes only moved a little, but the four pretty girls with high buns served four steaming Hacheng game: stewed duck, steamed lamb belly, stir-fried wolf loin, and fried and boiled bear's paw.

Luo Xiaofeng put a piece of lamb belly into his mouth, chewed it vigorously, and then swallowed it slowly, he wiped his oily mouth, and then opened his mouth: "This matter is also very strange, but one thing is certain." ”

Hao put down the chicken wings that he had picked up again: "Which point?"

Luo Xiaofeng said slowly: "The person who wrote the note not only knows everything about the county government, but also is a master of copying. ”

Hao Tsui nodded heavily: "This is indeed a powerful character. “

Luo Xiaofeng said with concern: "The members of Baiyijian are all ruthless characters, and adults should be on guard. ”

Hao Jiyi sneered and said fiercely: "Even if the old man fights for this old life, he has to compete with them." ”

Luo Xiaofeng suddenly stood up and arched his hand: "The subordinates are not talented, thanks to the love of the adults, only the adults are the first to look forward, go to the soup and the fire, and never give up." ”

Hao's pale old face was full of excitement, he grabbed Luo Xiaofeng's hand, and said excitedly: "With Luo Zhutou's help, why is the old man afraid?"

Luo Xiaofeng smiled indifferently: "Serving adults is the responsibility of subordinates." ”

The relics nodded approvingly, and his kind and peaceful face was full of smiles.

When he said goodbye to Hao and left the county office, Luo Xiaofeng's mood suddenly became very heavy. These days, every time he walked out of the county office, he was in a bad mood, and this time was no exception.

The lights on the streets are gone, several noodle shops are still lit up, and there are a few customers in the shops.

Walking through the narrow and dark alley, I saw a lonely hut at the end of the lonely alley, and a lonely old man lived in the lonely hut.

Luo Xiaofeng walked very slowly, he had thoughts, very heavy thoughts. The brothers in the patrol room were lying in the cold and gloomy morgue, but he was still alive and well. I remember that last time Hao Jiji also called him over, lost his temper, and limited him to three days to solve the case, he understood the mood of Hao Daren, so he was not angry. He had tried his best, but he hadn't found any clues so far. Hao is an enlightened boss, so this time he only talked about Hao Jia and didn't say a word about the first few cases. This is to give Luo Xiaofeng face, but Luo Xiaofeng is not happy......

In front of the lonely hut, a lonely old man stood at the door, laughing and greeting Luo Xiaofeng: "Does Lord Luo have any thoughts?"

Luo Xiaofeng stopped at the door, looked at the old man's gray beard, and sighed: "Daddy Yang is really a clever plan, I was thinking about the pear blossom white in your old man's cellar." ”

Daddy Yang was laughing, his gray beard shaking in the cold wind. Although the old man was smiling, there was a hint of melancholy in his smile.

The room is very small, but it is clean and spotless, and the furnishings are very simple, a bed, a table, a stool, and a large wooden cabinet, more than one person high, and the dark and heavy wood shows the age.

Luo Xiaofeng sat by the warm candle flame and looked at a painting on the wall. Every time he came here, he had to look at the painting carefully. On the pink and white wall, there is a quaint picture of flat sand and geese.

Daddy Yang opened the tall black wooden cabinet, and this time he took out not wine, but a white paper package. The package opens, revealing a beige mink fur.

Luo Xiaofeng shifted his gaze to this mink fur, and he could see that this was a very precious mink fur.

Father Yang's face was solemn, his gray beard was shaking, and what he said surprised Luo Xiaofeng: "I don't know who put this mink on my windowsill...... I guess there's definitely something wrong here......"

Luo Xiaofeng asked curiously: "What's the problem?"

Father Yang was originally a hearty old man, easy to talk about and funny, but now not only did he not have a smile on his face, but also had a panicked look. He carried the beige mink fur and shook it gently, and a piece of white cardboard fell to the ground with a "pop". Under the soft light, the red letters on the white paper were very dazzling: Tengxian Pavilion. Red letters on white paper. White is miserable white, red is bright red.

Luo Xiaofeng walked over slowly, slowly bent down, and carefully picked up the piece of paper.

(End of chapter)