"Your Excellency, you're back." Ding Yunliang just returned to the yamen with everyone, and Duan Bosheng, the head catcher, greeted him with his fists.

"What?" Ding Yunliang frowned.

"Someone came to report the case, saying that the shopkeeper of the pawnshop in the south of the city is missing." Duan Bosheng hesitated for a moment and said.

"How long has it been gone?" Ding Yunliang suddenly became a little nervous.

"The man said he had seen it about four months ago, and he hadn't seen it since." Duan Bosheng said truthfully.

"Why is Lord Ding's face so pale?" Qiao Xiya felt that Ding Yunliang was a little too abnormal for such a disappearance case.

Ding Yunliang groaned slightly, and arched his hand: "Lord Wang, Master Qiao, let's go in and talk." After that, he turned his head to look at Duan Bosheng, "Let the master record the details, and the official will look at it later."

"Yes." Duan Bosheng replied.

"Please." Ding Yunliang stretched out his hand to Qiao Xiya and Mo Haoning.

Chu Yun and Xia He stayed outside the door, Qiao Xiya, Mo Haoning, and Ding Yunliang entered the house and sat down. As soon as she sat down, a servant immediately served hot tea, and Qiao Xiya saw the servant close the door and leave, so she looked at Ding Yunliang and asked, "Lord Ding, let's talk about the resurrection this morning."

"Yes......" Ding Yunliang trembled and wiped the sweat from his forehead, stabilized his mind, and glanced nervously at the door to make sure that there were no idlers eavesdropping outside the door, so he lowered his voice and said, "It is said that this Yun Zhishui has come back from the dead more than once."

Qiao Xiya was shocked when she heard this, and after glancing at Mo Haoning, she motioned to Ding Yunliang to continue.

"Someone came to the yamen to report the case before, saying that when they passed by Biluozhai, they smelled a rancid smell inside, because they knew that Biluozhai was only Yun Zhishui alone, so they were puzzled and came forward to knock on the door. After knocking for a long time and seeing that no one answered, this person had a bad heart, and wanted to go inside and draw a few words to exchange for some money and drink, but when he climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard and pushed open the door of the inner room, he found that Yun Zhishui had died on the bed, and the corpse water flowed all over the ground, and the flies in the room almost pushed him out of the house, and he was so frightened that he turned around and ran, and he didn't want calligraphy or painting or anything. Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, the voice of Yun Zhishui came from behind him, asking him what he was looking for. The man was so frightened that he hurriedly turned around and knelt down and kowtowed like a chicken chattering on broken rice, begging for mercy again and again. Yun Zhishui smiled coldly, and said arrogantly that if he did something for himself, not only would he not pursue his theft, but he would also give him two calligraphy and paintings in exchange for money."

"What did Yun Zhishui ask that man to do for him?" Qiao Xiya took a sip of tea.

"Let him help boil a pot of boiling water, he will bathe and change his clothes, and then go and buy him a roast chicken and make two taels of spirits."

Ding Yunliang's words reminded Qiao Xiya of the scene she had seen with her own eyes just now, which made her feel a chill down her back. She suppressed the fear in her heart and looked at Ding Yunliang: "What happened later?"

"Later, the man did so, and after he was done, Yun Zhishui really gave him two calligraphy and paintings. Originally, as long as he didn't say this, no one would know, but unfortunately, he went directly to the pawnshop with the calligraphy and paintings, and the pawnshop shopkeeper looked at him in a trance, and couldn't tell the origin of the calligraphy and paintings.

Ding Yunliang's words caused Qiao Xiya to fall into a long silence.

According to Ding Yunliang's account, when the unlucky guy climbed over the wall and entered Biluozhai, Yun Zhishui should have been dead, but why did he suddenly live again? I also have to bathe and change clothes, and I have to eat and drink. It doesn't look like the work of a dying man.

"Is that person still in the Yamen?" Qiao Xiya felt the need to meet that unlucky guy and ask carefully.

"The night he was brought to the yamen, he died in the cell." Ding Yunliang sighed, "I did an autopsy, saying that I died because of fear when my heart was broken."

"Scared to death?!" Mo Haoning's eyes almost popped out in shock.

Ding Yunliang nodded helplessly.

"When did this happen?" Qiao Xiya asked.

"Speaking of which, it's been half a year." Ding Yunliang thought for a while and said.

"Why hasn't such a strange thing been reported to Dali Temple?" It's been half a year since I heard it, Qiao Xi Arden

When he lost his temper, "You don't take human life too seriously!"

"Lord Qiao is angry," Ding Yunliang arched his hand helplessly, his face full of apologies, "It's not that the lowly careless grass cares about people's lives, on the day that the person was taken into the prison cell, the lowly took people to Biluozhai, but the birds and flowers are fragrant in Biluozhai, and the lord of Biluozhai, Yun Zhishui, is sitting in the garden, drinking tea and enjoying the flowers. There was not the slightest smell of corpses in the yard, let alone half a fly, and Yun Zhishui himself had a childish face and was full of energy. He hesitated again and again, but he still went to ask about the situation like Yun Zhishui, but Yun Zhishui said that there was no such thing at all, he had just returned from his travels, and there was no trace of outsiders entering the house. Fearing that he had really hidden the dead man in the house, he ordered the officials to search Biluozhai, but they searched all the corners, but they found nothing abnormal, so they had to come back, and when they were preparing to judge the person who was painting for the second time the next day, the prison came to report that the person was dead."

Ding Yunliang paused and continued, "Yun Zhishui can't find anything abnormal, and the surrenderer is also dead, this kind of case is really not able to be reported to Dali Temple......

Qiao Xiya refilled the tea for Ding Yunliang, sighed long, and was silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "Then what happened to the disappearance case just now?"

As soon as Qiao Xiya's voice fell, Ding Yunliang's hand holding the teacup trembled obviously, he barely pulled out a smile, stood up, took down a thick stack of records from the bookshelf on the side, and turned around and put it in Qiao Xiya's hand. In Qiao Xiya's surprised gaze, she opened the record books one by one and spread them out on the table.

"Since the Dali Temple Shaoqing Yao returned to the field, the emperor has issued a holy decree to thoroughly investigate all the cases during the tenure of Lord Yao. So, the lowly office found these pending cases in these years of files."

"Are they all missing?" Qiao Xiya looked at the record in disbelief. The reading speed of ten lines at a glance made Ding Yunliang wonder if she was reading it seriously.

"It's all disappearances." After reading the dossier, Qiao Xiya's face was pale as if she had lost her strength.

"Hatsukumo!" Mo Haoning frowned lightly and called in a low voice, "Hurry up and bring back two servings of milk mung bean smoothie!"

"Yes!" The first clouds outside the door were gone.

"Are you alright?" Mo Haoning looked at Qiao Xiya's bloodless face, and couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Lord Wang," Qiao Xiya raised her head and looked at Mo Haoning's eyes full of horror, "Perhaps, this time we are in trouble with ***."