"Is there a 'suspect'?" Zhao Di asked.

Jian Qing bowed his head and said, "Please forgive the untouchables for their incompetence!" ”

Zhao Di didn't believe it, but he didn't urge, and only asked Jian Qing, "How long will it take to solve the case?" Ten days? ”

Ten days? Ten days later, all the evidence was annihilated in the rolling red dust, Jian Qing despised Zhao Di a little, such a criminal law system was really drunk. But she is not the kind of person who wants to perform in front of Shangfeng, she knows the progress of the case in her heart, and she doesn't bother to say much to him.

"Your Highness, what other questions do you have? If not, the untouchables will go to investigate. ”

"Investigating the case? Go to the jade building to investigate the case? Zhao Di seemed to be smiling, Jian Qing lowered her head and took two steps back, seeing that Zhao Di didn't say anything more, she turned around and left.

Lingqiu County is a large county seat and has two blacksmith shops. One is in the east of the county, facing the main street, the business is relatively prosperous, and the farm tools of ten miles and eight townships are bought from here, and there are often people who take it back to the fire to re-temper.

Next door to the blacksmith shop is a meat seller, because the sparks on the blacksmith shop are big and noisy, the relationship between the two families is very bad, and they often quarrel. But one is an ironworker, the other is a pig killer, the two of them are evenly matched, no one can help the other, there has been a stalemate, Niu Er and they have come here to persuade the fight.

The blacksmith and the butcher's shop share a wall, there is no wall on the east side, and doors and windows are opened in the north and south. If a person stands on the street, through the door or window, he can see what is going on inside.

There is a large stove in the middle of the room, and a bellows is set up next to the hearth. After a while, the sound of ping-pong iron came out.

On a cold day, the strong man who struck iron wore a pair of bullnose pants and a black belt around his waist, leaving it nearly half a meter long. The man was shirtless, with tongs in one hand and a sledgehammer in the other, and the tongs were holding a piece of iron, half of which was burned red, and the other half was black.

This piece of iron should still be in the stage of cleaning up impurities, and the so-called thousands of tempers come from this. After repeated calcination and hammering, impurities splashed out, and what was left in the end was real steel and good iron.

Jian Qing waited by the side for a while, and the heat wave in the stove rushed outward, baking her body warmly. Not far away, under the city wall, there is a soldier who is in charge of fighting, after the murder case, now in Lingqiu County, only allowed to enter and not to leave, and people inside and outside are not allowed to have any contact.

"Is there something wrong?" The man who struck the iron wanted to rest his arm strength, threw the iron into the stove, lifted the waistband of his trousers, wiped it on his face, and walked towards the door.

The apprentice who pulled the bellows stopped, tilted his body, and looked at Jian Qing with a plateau red face.

"Uncle, help me take a look, is this your craft?"

The iron man is named Li Gui.

Jian Qing took out the murder weapon, held it with both hands, and showed it to the iron man, her eyes swept towards the iron weapon hanging on the wall in the room, and she already had the answer in her heart.

Li Gui was about to pick up the dagger and take a look, Jian Qing handed over a handkerchief, "Uncle, I won't tell you, this is a murderous guy, you have sweat stains, iron filings and the like on your hands, if it is stained, it will cause you trouble, you will just pad it!" ”

Li Gui was as good as a stream, held the handle of the dagger with a handkerchief, raised it, and looked at the light outside for a while, "This is not my craft, this steel is good steel, I can't fight like this." ”

After he finished speaking, he plucked out a piece of hair, and in front of Jian Qing, he blew it on the blade of the knife, performing a legendary blow and broken hair. After returning the knife to Jian Qing, Li Gui went in without saying a word.

Jian Qing walked away, and in the blacksmith shop, the bellows snorted and pulled up again, and the apprentice sitting next to the bellows couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart, "Master, is that short knife the one on the right back street?" ”

The man glared at the apprentice, "Pull your bellows, it's been a few years, and you can't control the heat, what are you doing with so much care?" ”

He only plays with farm tools here, and he can't hit such delicate and sharp blades. The one on the right back street, who came from other places more than ten years ago, occupies a bad location in this Lingqiu City, but the business has always been good, and it has a lot to do with his good craftsmanship.

"I hit this short knife."

The blacksmith shop on the right back street is about the same size as the previous one, but the walls and roof are more dilapidated.

The boss is an old man in his fifties, who has been working hard all year round, his body is thin, and his waist is a little straight. He wore a short shirt, his gray hair was tied and dangled crookedly above his head, an apron was tied around his waist, one foot stepped out of the door, and the other foot stood in the door, wiping his hands with an apron while talking to Jian Qing.

"Do you remember who asked you to fight this short knife?" Jian Qing asked.

The old man frowned and thought for a while, but he still couldn't remember, "I don't remember, I can't read and write, and I can't keep accounts." In this house, there are long knives, long swords, short swords, short swords, long spears, horse lances, ......, and I will sell them to whoever gives money. ”

Jian Qing saw a horse lance of about four meters hanging on the wall, compared to the spear, its blade was grown and made into two blades, and the tail was equipped with a hammer to play the role of a counterweight.

As the saying goes, the moon stick knife is a lifetime gun, and the horse lance is actually a strengthened version of the gun, not only the length is appropriate, the weight is in hand, the gun body also needs to have good flexibility, and it takes at least three or five years to make a horse lance.

Therefore, a good gun is used for a lifetime, and even from father to son.

It seems that this old man is a master of making weapons, and he is really condescending to plug the city here.

"Can I take a look at the weapons inside?" Jian Qing pointed to the weapons hanging on the wall.

The old man nodded, and there was a clear ray of essence in a pair of seemingly cloudy eyes. These skilled veterans, even if they live at the bottom, also have the dignity of being born with them.

There was a table in the corner of the northeast wall that could no longer be seen, and the table top was covered with a layer of iron sheet, about half a square meter square, with a few pieces of pig iron on it, and several short swords with handles, which were the same as the murder weapon in Jian Qing's hand.

The difference is that the handle in Jian Qing's hand is rosewood, while the dagger in front of him is sour branch wood on the handle. Jian Qing pointed to the handle of the sour branch wood and asked, "Master, why has the handle of this knife been changed from material?" ”

It was about this that the master pleased the old man, he put down the work in his hand, walked over, wiped his hands with his apron again, and glanced at the dagger in Jian Qing's hand, "It depends on where the guest asked for it." If it's from the north, you like rosewood more. Sour wood is oily, and it is easy to break compared to rosewood in a too dry environment. Rosewood is darker in color and has more textures, and needs to be finely polished, otherwise there will be pores. ”

"This batch of goods was ordered by a guest from the south?"

"Yes, it was from the south."

Jian Qing saw a pile of wood piled up under the table, she picked up two different textures to see, some were made into a prototype of the scabbard, and some had been sharpened into the handle, she couldn't help but think, where did the scabbard of this knife go? She had already flipped through the words, but she didn't see the scabbard.

Why did the killer take the scabbard? It can only explain one problem, the blade is not recognizable, but the scabbard is not necessarily.

"Is there any particular attention to this scabbard?" Jian Qing asked, she already had the answer in her heart, the scabbard was just like a person's outfit, it must have some personal characteristics, and because of this, the scabbard of this murder weapon must be difficult to find.