A row of straight houses, the front door through the patio to the front is the Daxiong Treasure Hall, behind the wall there are bamboo forests, flower beds, cultivated mountains and rocks flowing water, turn through the promenade Moon Cave Gate, the northwest corner is the area where the presiding and novice live.

Yeats walked all the way to the back of the Sand Temple.

"If you go any further, you're going to fall down the mountain." Teng Chong reminded.

Yeats looked at the hill on the other side of the valley and asked, "Let's go to that hill." ”

"The murderer came from that hill?"

"Maybe."

"How is that possible?" Teng Chong didn't believe it, "There is nothing on that hill except for the lush woods. ”

"You've been there?" Yeats turned his head to look at him.

Teng Chong nodded, "Two years ago, someone went into the mountain to burn incense and disappeared, we have been to that small hill, except for the woods, it is the valley, the valley is full of dead wild boars, dark, damp and dirty. ”

"Oh."

After Teng Chong's persuasion, Yeats did not force herself to go to the hill, but when she returned to the city, she went to Yizhuang again.

"Yeats, what are you doing here?" Teng Chong saw Yeats holding the fingerprint of a dead monk with graphite powder, and felt incredible, "You let a dead man draw a charge?" ”

Yeats put the finger print he had taken down into his sleeve pocket, "Let's go, go to the tavern, let's meet Uncle Qin." ”

Teng Chong hurriedly solved the case and asked: "Brother Ye, let's run for a day, the murderer has eyebrows." "The last time he stood at the scene of the crime, he caught the murderer, and this time he ran for a day, and it is estimated that it is about the same.

I really think Yeats is a god!

Yeats looked at the anxious Teng Zhutou and nodded hesitantly, "I do have a little eyebrows." ”

"Really?" Teng Chong couldn't help but be overjoyed.

At dusk, a few people met with Qin Dachuan in the tavern, and according to Teng Chong's strength, they wished that Yeats would tell the murderer now, and he had the heart to eat.

Qin Dachuan is not only a living map, but also knows a lot of idlers and helpers because of the identity of the head catcher in Dali Temple, and it is easy for him to inquire about the background of the little people in the market. When Xiao Er was serving, he told Yeats about the handkerchiefs and hair small of the An, Tao, and Wen families.

She was very sensitive to one of them, "Uncle Qin, An Lingniang's playmate when she was a child was called ......?" Before I knew it, the woman I met last night with bamboo leaves on her skirt came to mind.

Qin Dachuan replied, "Xue Qiaoniang." "If it weren't for the fact that this little lady lived in the Three Forks Alley they had been to last night, he probably wouldn't even remember the little lady's name.

Sure enough, in the next sentence, Yeats asked, "Where does she live?" ”

"Coincidentally, it's where we went yesterday."

"Which one exactly?"

"This ......" Qin Dachuan felt that it was not important, so he didn't ask in detail.

"Eat first." Yeats beckoned everyone to dinner.

Yeats was about to go to Xue Qiaoniang after eating, so that Qin Dachuan couldn't drink a little wine leisurely, so he got up and went out.

What's going on? Several people looked at Yeats.

Could it be that Qin Dachuan had a tacit understanding with her to the extent that he didn't need words to know what she wanted to do?

After a while, Qin Dachuan turned back, followed by a middle-aged man who was idle, "He knows everything about the area around the Three Forks Alley, just ask him if you have anything." ”

It's really true, Yeats raised his eyebrows, beckoned, and asked the store to add a pair of dishes and chopsticks.

The middle-aged man was embarrassed, "I'm ...... I won't sit down, Brother Qin's business is my business, Xiao Langjun can ask if you have anything. ”

Yeats saw that the middle-aged man was cramped, but he was not reluctant, and asked him with a smile: "What is the third family name south of the junction of Three Forks Lane and Buffalo Lane?" ”

"The surname is Xue." The middle-aged man replied with certainty, "His family sells soap beans." ”

"Is there an eighteen or nineteen-year-old woman named Xue Qiaoniang?"

"Exactly."

Qin Dachuan was stunned.

Teng Chong seemed to feel something, his sluggish upper body unconsciously straightened, and his eyes stared at Yeats.

Yeats pulled out a piece of goose feather bamboo from his sleeve pocket.

"Isn't this the three-leaf bamboo in the backyard of the Shansha Temple, you picked it on the mountain during the day?" Teng Chong asked puzzled.

Goose feather bamboo is also called three-leaf bamboo, there is no high wind and bright atmosphere, the general literati will not be planted in the courtyard, the goose feather bamboo is short and lush, ordinary people will not plant, dislike to occupy the place to affect the planting of vegetables, the wild mountain forest or the temple will be planted in the wall, backyard.

Yeats smiled but said nothing.

Yang Fuquan smiled and said, "I know, this is the bamboo leaf that Brother Ye picked up last night." ”

Teng Chong stood up suddenly, "Where is the murderer, I'll arrest someone." ”

"Drink first."

"What if the murderer escapes?" Teng Chong died in a hurry.

Yeats shrugged his shoulders, "Then it's hard work." ”

Teng Chong hurried out of the tavern, and Yeats shouted behind him, "No hurry, two cases together." ”

I thought he hadn't heard, but as soon as Yeats picked up the chopsticks, he saw that Teng Chong had already run back, "Why don't you worry, I'm in a hurry, the case happened yesterday, and I caught someone today, how prestigious." ”

After saying that, I realized that something was wrong, "What two cases together?" What do you mean? ”

He suddenly had an epiphany: "You mean, the two cases in our hands are the same murderer?" ”

"I didn't say that." Yeats raised his eyebrows.

The restaurant served the food, and after a while, five or six dishes were ready, and Yeats picked up the chopsticks and ate them.

Tengchong was hung by his words, and he couldn't go up to the sky or down to the ground, so he asked anxiously: "What's the matter?" ”

Yeats didn't reply to him, but smiled at the tavern owner, "Boss, we ......."

A few people were either wearing official uniforms of Dali Temple, or they were scholarly, so the little boss was not impatient, and hurriedly waved his hand, "I didn't hear anything, I didn't hear anything." Hurriedly went to the back kitchen.

Clever!

Only then did Yeats reply to him, "No book is written without coincidence, and it is quite suitable for the name of 'Xue Qiaoniang'." ”

Tengchong still doesn't understand, "Is the person I want to arrest the murderer of the two cases?" ”

Yeats just eats.

Teng Chong didn't have the patience, turned around and led his men to Sancha Alley to arrest people, and if he found the murderer, he had to catch it, which is related to assessment and reward, and fools don't make money.

Standing under the starry sky, Qin Dachuan was puzzled, "You just let Teng catch the head to arrest people?" "It's obviously his credit.

Yeats snorted, "It's all worth it." ”

Yang Fuquan grinned, "I live in Dali Temple anyway, and it's quite close to where you live, let's go together." ”

In the capital at night, there are almost no people on the streets, it is very open, and the two hairy boys talk and laugh all the way, and disappear into the hazy night.

Pei Jingning had already bathed in the house when he returned to the house, and was reading in the shade in the study to brew sleep.

The servant said that Qin Dachuan had something to do.

A small catcher, there was a face to knock on the door of Shaoqing of Dali Temple, Pei Jingning was quite surprised, usually, the door guards sent him away, but the door guards still passed the news in.

"My lord......" The master was silent for a long time, and Bai Lang reminded, "He said that Yeats found out the murderer of the monk, and Teng Zhutou had already gone to arrest people, and it was estimated that he had been sent to Dali Temple." ”

This is indeed a thing that can knock on his door, but Teng Chong will hand over people to Dali Temple, and there will be special people to come here to pay tribute, Qin Dachuan, as the old catcher of Dali Temple, it is impossible not to know this, so what he wants to say must be more than this.

After a moment's thought, "Let him in." ”

"Yes, sir."