There is new information in Chapter 279

From the chessboard street across the Daming Gate, along the Jiangmi Lane to the former military capital of the palace, from the former military capital of the palace turned left is everyone heard the wind and changed color of the Jinyi Wei Zhen Fu Division. Since last year, Jinyi Wei Zhenfu Division has replaced all of his original red gate with black, and he has become more and more hateful, and there are few common crows in the capital in front of the door.

Sun Yousu jumped out of the carriage from all over the world. This is a new business of the Four Seas Commercial Bank, which specializes in short-term rental carriages with a number of dark horses and black cars. It is generally parked in the vicinity of the bustling commercial streets and yamen, and is exclusively for the wealthy to rent according to the mileage. According to Zhu Youzhen's plan, Sihai also set up a rickshaw shop to haul rickshaws on two wheels to solve shorter traffic. There was also a large horse-drawn carriage that could carry more than 20 passengers, but it was stopped because there were too few people who paid.

Sun Yousu ran to the gate of Jinyiwei in a few steps, knocking on the small window on the side of the door.

The window opened, and a note of the visit was thrown out.

Sun Yousu familiarly filled in the name of the person to be interviewed, his own name, and position, and submitted it back.

Soon, her only friend in Jinyiwei, Mo Jinghui, ran out.

"Aren't you busy today? Why do you still have time to find me? ”

"Shhhh

Sun Yousu directly pulled Mo Jinghui to the corner of the street, making her look mysterious.

"Have you heard about the Shandong refugees recently? Didn't my dad serve as a general soldier in Dengzhou for a while? He went to the yamen of the governor of Shandong. He sent a letter to my dad this morning, and I ran into it. He said that there were many followers of the White Lotus Sect among the displaced people this time, and it was said that they would take advantage of the situation in the Laojun Temple in Baoding Mansion on the ninth day of the first month. ”

Sun Yousu was an anxious child, and he didn't wait for Mo Jinghui to ask, and directly poured it to him.

"Wait, wait, you show me the letter."

She basically knew about the affairs of the displaced people in Shandong, but this time there was no specific division of labor, and the brothers sent earlier didn't even understand the basic situation, but she didn't expect Sun Yousu to send this news.

"Of course I did."

As he spoke, Sun Yousu handed him a palm-sized note. It seems to have been torn from an unknown booklet, and it is very simple.

"Master Sun is on top: on the ninth day of the ninth month of September, Baoding Laojun Temple, the homeless people gathered, and the White Lotus Incident."

"Where are the people?"

Baoding, the displaced people, this information can be matched, and the other party is from the Yamen of the governor of Shandong, Mo Jinghui feels that it is half credible based on his own experience.

"I live at the Dihua Inn in the East Gate."

"You wait for me, I'll change my clothes, let's go over and meet someone."

Mo Jinghui felt that this kind of information needed to be verified.

"You're good to go." Sun Yousu was reluctant to go, she couldn't be busy with her own affairs. If it weren't for the face of her good friend, she wouldn't want to run this time.

"Also, when are you going to come and help me? A few of the current students are stupid and stupid, and the penicillin I am optimizing now has reached the most critical time. I remember you weren't temporarily seconded to Jinyiwei? ”

Mo Jinghui also admires this eldest lady, when has it been, you are still thinking about this matter.

"Okay, you wait for me in the carriage obediently, and I'll change this brocade guard's clothes into civilian clothes and come out. When will I help you, it will be time for you to come and help me in a few days. When 100,000 displaced people gather, it is time for us to step forward to prevent a large-scale plague. ”

"Plague, yes. I just had an idea to put into practice. ”

Mo Jinghui knew that this person was a typical madman when it came to medical skills, so she didn't continue to talk to Sun Yousu, but stuffed the small note into her arms and rushed back to her own house in the Jinyi Health Office.

Soon, Mo Jinghui and Sun Yousu arrived at the lobby of the Dihua Inn.

"It should be the thirteenth room of the C-word!" Sun Yousu stood in front of the counter in the lobby.

"Is the thirteenth room of the C character inhabited by a person from the Shandong Yamen named Liang Zubing? Is he in the room without? ”

Xiao Er looked at what this person was wearing, and then at the waist card that Mo Jinghui put in front of him, and said busily: "I'll take a look, I'll take a look." ”

As he spoke, he began to flip through the thick account book in front of him.

"Liang Zubing, he is still renting a house. Just came back at noon and should now rest in the room. ”

"Alright, take us to see it." Mo Jinghui is not verbose.

walked in front of the thirteenth room of the third word, and before the guy knocked on the door, Sun Yousu pushed the door directly.

"Uncle Liu, I'll bring a friend......"

As soon as she pushed the door open, she stopped.

Mo Jinghui, who was following behind, was about to speak, but she also stopped.

The guy was still shouting to go inside, but he was caught by Mo Jinghui.

It was familiar to her, it was a smell of blood.

A small dagger slid into her hand, pulling Sun Yousu behind her, and she tentatively took a step inward. Only then did I see the scene inside the house.

It was the most ordinary multi-person room, with a set of four-person round stools and a round table at the door, and three beds hanging from the surrounding tent behind it, and a window in the middle, on which a man leaned outward.

"Uncle Liu!?" Sun Yousu, who was in the back, adapted to the dark environment in the room, and seemed to recognize the person lying on the window as the person who sent the letter to him. When she was about to step forward, she was blocked by Mo Jinghui.

Mo Jinghui stood a little ahead, and he had already seen a pool of blood at the feet of the man lying on the window. Those who are so motionless should be more likely to have died.

What she didn't know was whether the murderer was still in the house at this moment.

"Ah......h

The innkeeper who was standing at the back finally saw the scene inside the house and screamed in fright.

Taking advantage of this exclamation, Mo Jinghui leveled the dagger in one hand, rushed to the side of the tent with a brisk step, and ripped the tent off.

There is no one, and it seems that the murderer has long since gone away.

"Shut up!" Mo Jinghui retracted the dagger into his sleeve, grabbed the guy, and pulled him into the room viciously.

"Sister Yousu, it's very dangerous here, I don't know if anyone will come back, I'm watching here, you help me go to the Zhenfu Division to call someone."

After that, he handed his waist card to Sun Yousu.

"Let's go directly to the patrol or Shuntianfu." Sun Yousu said.

"I guess they can't manage it now." At this time, Mo Jinghui had a seven or eight point grasp of the things on the note.

"You use my waist card and this note to go directly to Commander Li Ruolian." Originally, it was easier to find Li Xiaoliu, but he didn't come back in Luoyang, and the remaining thousands of households Mo Jinghui was not familiar with.

"Done!" Sun Yousu is not hypocritical, her skills are much worse than Mo Jinghui.

"Be safe yourself."

Waiting for Sun Yousu to leave, Mo Jinghui signaled the inn's junior second to squat at the door of the room, and closed the door from the inside. The man was supposed to have been stabbed at the round table, and she followed the blood and began to survey the scene.

The tea set on the round table was pushed to the ground, blood spraying on the round table and a chair outside. The two should have known each other, and they were still drinking tea or drinking alcohol face-to-face at first. In addition to the tea set on the ground, there is a broken 10,000-year-old wine bottle and two wine glasses.

Then, the murderer should have held one of the opponent's hands, and a dagger stabbed the deceased's neck or chest up. Looking at the blood stains winding on the ground, Mo Jinghui guessed that the dead man should have been lying on the round table, making his assassin mistakenly think that he was dead. After the assassin left, the victim struggled to climb to the window for help.

The blood ran down his body and fell on the floor, and by the time he reached the window, it was estimated that the blood had almost been lost.

There were two beds with only one slat, and only one bed with a futon on it.

"Do you only provide bedding if you pay for the hotel?"

"Yes...... Be...... It's a triple room, but only one person stays in. Said the guy who was squatting in front of the door.

Mo Jinghui walked to the side of the bed and glanced at it, it should be that the victim's burden was still on the futon, the bed was clean and neat, there was no trace of the murderer's turning, it seemed that the murderer's goal was very clear, just to kill rather than make money.