Hearing Zhang Zong's words, Zhao Rang shook his head with a wry smile alone in the attic.

Where is there any hot pot restaurant, this is really a place where an old man has lived for half his life. Whether it is the smell or the traces, it is very different from a hot pot restaurant that he has eaten for five years.

Zhao Rang silently walked down from the attic, his face had regained his calm.

It is said that seeing is believing, and Zhao Rang did see it.

But if there is anyone in this world who can do this overnight, who else in the northern realm but the Investigation Division?

As early as the time of Chagan Tologai, the coffin shop made all of fine iron made Zhao Rang was greatly shocked.

A huge Western Regions, even if it is a single night country located in the second of the four upper countries, if you want to make such a house, you have to exhaust the strength of the whole country to make the refined iron you need. Needless to say, the Investigation Division did it and completed it quietly and without anyone discovering it.

So Zhao Rang didn't have any doubts about their strength.

The only thing I can't figure out is why Zhang Zong did this.

"Commander Zhang, have we met before?"

Zhang Zong didn't seem to expect Zhao Rang to ask like this, and replied after being slightly stunned:

"Nope."

Zhao Rang continued:

"Since I've never seen it before, it's that there is no old hatred. Did I offend Commander Zhang last night? ”

Commander Zhang smiled and said:

"Not either."

Zhao Rang looked at him with straight eyes and asked:

"Since there is no grudge between us, then why are you hurting me like this?"

The smile on Zhang Zong's face gradually converged, and he pointed to the "hot pot restaurant" behind Zhao Rang and said:

"Zhao Gongzi, you have to tell a piece of evidence for everything. Three bodies were lying here, with human and material evidence. And you keep saying that you left Changchun Garden last night and came here to eat hot pot, but this is not a hot pot restaurant. ”

"Even if Zhao Gongzi is really innocent, why are you lying? If you go to other places that are inconvenient to say, and choose to use a hot pot restaurant to prevaricate, you can write it down, and I, Zhang Zong, promise that it will only be used for evidence collection and will not let a third person know. ”

After that, Zhang Zong asked the left and right to prepare paper and pen.

What he said on this call was extremely sincere, as if he was really thinking about Zhao Rang.

"Don't bother."

Zhao Rang waved his hand and said.

Zhang Zongbu asked:

"Zhao Gongzi, what do you want to say again?"

Zhao Rang shook his head and said:

"I don't have anything to say, since you think I killed someone, then according to the law, one life is worth one life." www.

Zhao Rang pulled out the black steel knife hanging from his waist and handed it to Zhang Zong with his backhand.

Behind is Jiang Lang's younger brother, and when the second brother saw it, he immediately said:

"My lord, this is the knife! It's this black knife! ”

"Zhao Rang killed my brother with this black knife!"

Zhao Rang has no mind to jump off the noise of the clown.

After Zhang Zong took the knife, he saluted Zhao Rang with a fist and said:

"The cause of the matter has not yet been clarified. So please ask Zhao Gongzi to be wronged. ”

Zhao Rang nodded.

Black and white are no longer important at this moment, what matters is what purpose did Zhang Zong pour a basin of dirty water on himself?

But after thinking about it, Zhao Rang couldn't understand this kind of behavior, even if it was for greater morality.

I had just come back from the Western Regions, and I had a good night's sleep, went to the city for a walk, met old friends, walked around the old places, and then suddenly became a murderer.

"Where are you taking me?"

Zhang Zong pointed to the spire of the first floor not far away and said:

"The current evidence does not show that the person was killed by Zhao Gongzi, but Zhao Gongzi cannot clear his suspicions. So I had to stay in the building for a while and wait for new evidence. ”

"Those who are clear are self-purifying, and I believe that they will soon be able to give Zhao Gongzi a fairness."

Zhao Rang was noncommittal about this, the so-called fairness, it might as well depend on his mood.

Ignoring the lively gaze on the street, Zhao Rang raised his head and was escorted to the first floor by a group of secret guards of the Investigation Division.

When he walked to the door, Zhao Rang suddenly said to Mr. Zhang:

"I'm tired of Commander Zhang, help me with a word."

Zhang Zong said politely:

"Zhao Gongzi, please speak."

赵力 says:

"First go to Luoyuelou and tell Ximen Dazhuang that he doesn't have to come to me for dinner these days. Go to my house again and tell the maid Yu Xi and ask him to send back Lang Zhong from Ximen's family, I am not sick in the first place. ”

Zhang Zong nodded in agreement, and Zhao Rang immediately walked into the first floor.

The Investigation Division did not embarrass Zhao Rang, and the house prepared for him was very spacious and comfortable.

There is a tea stove on the small table in the house, which burns carbon made from olive pits.

A delicate purple sand teapot on the stove, the lid of the pot is constantly lifted by the boiling water in the pot, making a burst of bumping and crisp.

Every time the lid of the pot beats, the rich aroma of tea will come to the nose.

Zhao Rang took a deep breath and inhaled this rich and fragrant breath into his lungs, and suddenly his whole body was relaxed and happy.

The tea brewed in this teapot is not for drinking, but for smelling.

This tea is produced on the mountainside of the highest mountain in the north, the Yunwu Mountain. It is only in early summer that you camp at the foot of the mountain and climb slowly to harvest in early autumn.

Other precious teas are known as one or two teas and one or two gold. But Yunwu Mountain Tea is one or two teas, one life!

Zhao Rang had never been to the palace, so he didn't know what was going on inside. In the place where he has been, the first floor is the first floor to boil Yunwu Mountain tea so unscrupulously, just to take its aroma.

There is a chaise longue next to the small table.

According to folk sayings, this chair was the favorite of the last emperor's favorite concubine. After the founding of Dawei, the founding monarch announced the complete abolition of the chaise longue in order to prevent future generations from indulging in beauty. Not only the royal family, princes and nobles are not allowed to use it, but also the people. Once discovered, regardless of status, they will be flogged forty.

Even the Ximen family didn't touch this brow, but the first floor was placed in the room in a grand manner, and I have to say that Zhang Zong was really a big tree and had no fear.

Zhao Rang looked at it for a while, and then reclined on the chaise longue.

I have to say that there is a reason why these extravagant things can become popular.

The chaise longue is indeed very comfortable.

All the chairs that Zhao Rang had sat on, and all the beds he had reclined, were comfortable.

Smelling the aroma of Yunwu Mountain Tea and lying on the comfortable chaise longue, Zhao Rang closed his eyes, feeling that if murderers were treated like this, he would rather be a murderer.

No one here will worry about him because he has been asleep for a few days, and no one will be noisy because he has drunk too much and too little.

No one put a knife on his neck, pointed a sword at his throat, and forced him to do something he didn't want to do.

Here, Zhao Rang is Zhao Rang, and it is completely himself. Whose son is not who's brother.

Best of all, he doesn't have a knife in his hand.

Just as Zhao Rang was enjoying this rare silence with all his heart, he suddenly felt two strong energy flowing outside the west window in the room.

"Good sword!"

Zhao asked a carp to straighten up, got up from the chaise longue, and came to the window.

Pushing open the window, I found that it was a quiet courtyard outside.

The verandah of the water pavilion is full of koi carp under the corridor.

In the center of the verandah was surrounded by an open space, and a Taoist in a Taoist robe was standing in the center, holding an unsheathed sword.

There was another person opposite him, bareheaded, with a Buddhist bead around his neck, who was a monk.

It was rare enough for a Taoist priest and a monk to meet each other, not to mention that this Taoist priest still held a sword in his hand.

The Taoist priest flicked his finger on the sword, and the sound of the sword was like a dragon's roar, echoing in the small courtyard for a long time. Even the koi fish under the verandah are flocking to it, as if the real dragon is in the world, and they are rushing to create by chance.

"It's really a good sword!"

The monk praised again.

He had already sighed once before.

"Monk, are you stupid in chanting scriptures? How can you say a good sword again!? ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk said before that a good sword is based on its shape. I just said that the sword is good, but I heard it. The Buddha said: Do not judge everything lightly based on external appearance. Corresponding to the common saying, that is, people cannot be disguised, and the sea water cannot be measured. ”

"The sword in your hand, both on the outside and on the inside, is superior, that's why the poor monk said, 'It's really a good sword!' ”

After the monk finished speaking, he bowed his head slightly and recited the Buddha's name again.

The Taoist priest scolded with a smile:

"You stinky monk, a good sutra is estimated to only recite Amitabha Buddha. The quality of the sword's killing blade is very vicious! ”

"Then you ......"

As soon as the Taoist priest started to speak, a jade-colored white crane hanging from the hilt of the sword suddenly floated in the wind.

Zhao let the word "be careful" still stuck in his throat, and the Taoist priest's sword was already pointing at the monk's throat.

Zhao Rang thought to himself that this Taoist priest was a little too despicable!

Not only take advantage of the monk's chanting of the Buddha's name, but also use words to distract the spirit of the other party.

The Taoist robe on his body is fluttering, and the side looks quite fairy-like, but he didn't expect to be as good as the bastard who has nothing to do on the street all day long!

It really responds to the common saying that the monk just said: people should not be good-looking!

Zhao Rang wanted to go to the hospital through the window and help, but seeing that the sword that the Taoist priest was already approaching the monk's throat, he suddenly turned around and skimmed to the side, so he pressed it and continued to watch.

The Taoist swordsmanship is exquisite, like a swimming koi in the corridor sewer, free and silky, smart and detached.

The tip of the sword kept moving around the monk's body, weaving into a fine sword net.

A monk is like a fish caught in a net, with no room for struggle.

However, the monk probably didn't think about struggling from the beginning.

Judging from his concentration, Zhao Rang is by no means a mediocre monk.

Concentration is confidence.

People who don't have the ability, seeing such a sharp sword light and enveloping themselves, must have been frightened and fainted.

But the monk was not surprised, and he didn't even move his eyes.

"A sword is a good sword, but you shouldn't use it that way!"

The monk suddenly said with the old god there.

Immediately, he stretched his neck, shook off the Buddhist beads he was carrying, held it with his right hand, and gently sent it forward.

The sword blade of the Taoist priest was immediately entangled by the Buddha beads, and the monk exerted another force in his hand, and the sword blade could not advance or retreat.

The jade-colored white crane hanging behind the hilt of the sword also lost its previous majesty, and was now hanging listlessly in the air. 1