Yingzi said goodbye to old Conkinson the next day and left the manor. She came to Dongzhou, where she had booked a hotel with Lang Xiaobai.

In the early morning of the fourth day, she received a call from Lang Xiaobai.

"How's your doing? There's a Shimbashi café near Stonehorse Park, how about we meet there?"

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

In the café, there were no guests on the terrace, so the two chose that place, and they sipped fragrant and strong coffee together.

"That guy from He Song, clamoring for a duel with me."

"Oh?...... Why did he do that?"

"Because I saw through his ruse, and his plot to kidnap you did not succeed, he wants to take revenge on me. Just now, we were engaged in a duel in the mountains and forests. Hum! That guy was such a despicable little man, he had no courage at all, and I just scratched his shoulder a little, and he turned blue with fright, and ran away, what a cowardly wretch. Lang Xiaobai laughed and lit a cigar.

There were more and more guests, and at the table next to them, a young man was sitting. He seemed to be very introverted, looking at the newspaper in his hand and not bothering to drink the coffee on the table. It was early in the morning, the morning scene of Dongzhou was very beautiful and pleasant, and the orchestra was playing bright music. However, the young man seemed to be very lonely, he seemed to be very withdrawn, and he did not like to make any friends.

Suddenly, the young man let out an exclamation of "ah", threw the newspaper on the ground, and got up to beckon the waiter to settle the bill. He shoved the banknote into the waiter's hand and urged:

"Quick, please hurry up and find the money, hurry up and ......"

He kept urging, and seemed to be anxious, and he followed the waiter to the counter.

Lang Xiaobai picked up the newspaper and looked at it, and said, "Oh! It was this news, and I think the reason why the young man left in a hurry was because of this news. ”

Here's what the news reads:

The murderer Zhou Yunjie was sentenced to death, and his defense lawyer, Cao Jianzhong, went to see the mayor yesterday with the intention of asking for relief, but the mayor sternly refused, so Zhou Yunjie may be executed tomorrow morning.

Lang Xiaobai gestured to Yingzi with his eyes, and the two of them quickly walked out of the café to follow the young man. The young man stumbled, his face pale, and his hair unkempt.

"Hey! Excuse me, you seem to have something on your mind? Is it because of the death row prisoner Zhou Yunjie?"

The young man looked at Lang Xiaobai in surprise:

"How did you find out?...... Oh! You've read the newspapers. Yunjie is a good friend of mine since I was a child, and I can vouch for him that he was wronged. To say that he killed someone is really wronged! I was going to his house to visit his mother and wife and to give them some comfort. Sorry, please let me pass. ”

Without further ado, he pushed away the two men in front of him and passed between them.

"Delay you a little! I'm all about fighting grievances, and I'd love to do something for you. I'll drive you there!" Lang Xiaobai said and handed over the business card.

"Thank you. Yes! You are the famous detective Mr. Xiaobai! With your help, Yunjie will definitely be able to wash away grievances. My name is Cheng Zhenhua, please take care of me. In this way, the three of them boarded Lang Xiaobai's car.

"Where does Zhou Yunjie live?"

"No. 12, Lane 32, Hongxing Street."

The car starts up.

"I don't know the details of this case, but I only know a little, as if Zhou Yunjie was suspected of killing one of his close relatives." Lang Xiaobai said.

"That's what happened. They say he killed his cousin, but I'm sure there was no such thing. This is simply nonsense. He was wronged. I've known him for 20 years and know him very well. But...... However, I have no way to prove his innocence! Yes! I'm in such a hurry, what should I do?"

Cheng Zhenhua tugged at his hair.

Lang Xiaobai comforted him again and again, encouraged him, and asked him two or three questions, but he still couldn't find any clue. While talking, the car drove to the door of Zhou Yunjie's house on Hongxing Street, Cheng Zhenhua stepped forward to call the door, and a maid came out and led the three people into the living room.

The room was also spacious, beautifully furnished with ornaments and two women crying. One is a white-haired old lady, who is the mother-in-law of Zhou Yunjie, a condemned prisoner. The other is very young, and it is Zhou Yunjie's wife. It seems that they have not been married for a long time, and her face is still a little shy.

Cheng Zhenhua introduced Lang Xiaobai to them, and Zhou Yunjie's mother-in-law said with tears in her eyes:

"Thank you. People outside said that the murderer was the child, which was terrible, and the court didn't believe his defense, even the mayor ...... At the end of the day......"

She choked up and said, "However, that child has always been mild-mannered, and is by no means a villain, and it is a great injustice to say that he killed his cousin." He always respected his cousin and often praised him for his character...... This is really unreasonable, unreasonable. ”

As she spoke, the old lady couldn't help but burst into tears.

The young wife, not yet twenty years old, was very beautiful. She had been lying on the bench, choking and sobbing, and Eiko gently put her hand on her back and comforted her. Lang Xiaobai sat down quietly and began to talk to them.

"Madame, I don't know how to help you yet, but I will definitely serve you. So I have some questions, please answer me as they are, don't hide anything, if your answers are not true, it may hurt Zhou Yunjie. Therefore, no matter how big or small, please answer it seriously. ”

"Okay, okay."

The young wife looked up, her eyes full of tears, her face pale and her blond hair unkempt.

"The first question I want to ask is, is Zhou Yunjie really wronged?"

"He's wronged, I'm sure."

"Are you really convinced of that?"

"Yes."

"What does your husband do?"

"Business Manager of an insurance company."

"Is the work going well?"

"It used to be smooth sailing, but it was ...... last year"

"Oh, that's five or six months ago, and business started to go a little rough, right?"

"Yes."

"When did the murder take place?"

"In March, it was a Sunday."

"Who is the victim?"