After He Wanhai finished speaking, he stood up, took the handkerchief handed by Steward Jiang, wiped his hands and said with a smile: "It's noon after going around the house, a few people will stay and have lunch together, and He has asked the cook to prepare." ”

Gan Rongqi hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't bother, we still have to go back to the yamen, so let's leave first." ”

"Okay, let Steward Jiang send you out of the house."

He Wanhai watched Ning Yuchu's back gradually fade away, and smiled lowly: "This young man will have a future in the future." ”

At this time, Meihua hurriedly ran over: "Master, it's not good, the old lady coughed up blood!" ”

His face changed, he lifted the hem of his clothes, and hurried back to his mother's yard.

He opened the curtain and went in, and saw his mother lying there with her face like ashes.

"Is Dr. Tang invited?"

"Someone has been sent."

"Hurry up!"

He Wanhai trembled and held his mother's hand: "Mother, if you wait, my son will definitely save you!" ”

The government office.

Ning Yuchu called Luo Zhutou aside and said in a low voice, "I have a suspicion." ”

Luo Zhutou had a straight face: "Who?" ”

"He Wanhai."

As soon as Ning Yuchu's words came out, Luo Zhutou looked incredulous: "Master He? How is this—how is this possible? ”

"I think his motive for committing the crime is clear."

Luo Zhutou thought about it and said, "You want to say that he wants to use evil magic to save Old Lady He?" Master Kehe is a well-known good person, how could he do such a heinous thing? If you don't have evidence, I'm afraid no one will believe you. ”

Luo Zhutou met his persistent eyes, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

After a while, he raised his hand and patted Ning Yuchu's shoulder, and said, "It's not that I don't believe you, but everything must be based on evidence." ”

Ning Yuchu knew that the people of Chenhuguan had received He Wanhai's favor, so they all recognized his character, and he didn't think about convicting He Wanhai in a few words.

He said firmly: "I will come up with evidence." ”

Haikou is such a boast, but when people walk out of the government and are exposed to the sun, their minds are blank.

There are some things that he has to take care of.

Gan Rongqi and the three of them continued to Chayi Long Street, and he walked under the big tree under the sun.

He sat on the root of the tree, the sunlight casting flickers through the gaps in the leaves.

He pinched a branch, pointed to one of the light spots, and said in his heart: He Wanhai has seriously ill relatives at home.

Pointing to the second spot: he had purchased a large amount of Nightsleep Grass.

Point to the third spot: the rescued farmer brings him rice.

Point to the fourth spot: self-sufficiency in growing vegetables at home.

These are all in line with his previous speculation about the murderer.

How can there be such a coincidence in the world?

During the game, Tang Qingliu once said that if there were too many coincidences, it was deliberately arranged by someone.

Life is like a chess game, and it can be explained in this way.

But none of this can be used as evidence against He Wanhai.

Solid evidence must be obtained before he can be arrested.

At this time, a hostile voice stabbed in: "Why are you here?" ”

Just listening to his voice, Ning Yuchu knew who was coming.

He took advantage of his unpreparedness and grabbed the other party's ears: "Little ghost, there are you like this to the life-saving benefactor?" ”

The little beggar shouted in pain: "Let go, you yamen lackey!" ”

Ning Yuchu approached him: "You have the courage to say it again!" ”

This bright threat made the little beggar almost weak.

"Let go!"

Ning Yuchu punished enough, and then withdrew his hand.

He patted the place next to him: "Come and sit." ”

The little beggar rubbed his ears, and his eyes became vigilant when he heard the words: "What are you doing?" ”

Ning Yuchu clasped his hands on his shoulders, and said with a smile on the corner of his lips: "Give you ideological education." ”

The cold hairs on the back of the little beggar stood up.