Yeats smiled awkwardly at everyone, and hurriedly stepped aside to hand the recorded copy to Lu Sizhi.

Pei Jingning withdrew his gaze from him, and slowly paced to the window, there were few pedestrians on the street, only the lanterns hanging in front of various shops emitted a faint and dim light, illuminating the sleeping world.

Pei Jingning turned his head and swept over with a look.

Yeats: "......"

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the copy that Yeats had just handed away.

What does the big guy want to do?

No matter what Master Pei wanted to do, as a junior subordinate, he only had to cooperate, Yeats had no choice but to take back the copy, nodded and walked to the big guy's side, "My lord-"

Present with both hands.

Pei Jingning put his hands behind his back, bent down and leaned forward slightly, and asked the deceased on the ground in a voice that only two people could hear, "Don't you want to say something?" ”

Yeats was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were straight back, and he confronted the young and promising Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

"Big ...... My lord, there was Lu Sizhi at the scene, and the deceased had Yan Yanzuo...... "It's not good for her, a novice who has just entered Dali Temple, to do this."

"With me, what are you afraid of." He whispered, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, like a smile.

He said this as if he were covering him.

When he thought of being able to enter Dali Temple, he really walked his way.

Yeats smirked: "My lord, let's read the record first!" "The hand holding the thin sheet is raised.

Pei Jingning's face was pale and unmoved.

It seems that if she doesn't say anything today, Master Pei won't let her go.

Yeats didn't want to lose the opportunity to catch the murderer at the first scene, so he couldn't help but walk up to the deceased.

In a voice that only Pei Jingning could hear: "The murderer, male, in his early twenties, is the same size as the deceased, has practiced martial arts, has a strong hole, holds a single-edged dagger with a two-finger wide tip and stabs several times, and has passed Yan Yanzuo's test just now and is almost fatal, in my speculation, only a well-trained killer can kill with a knife, he should have no enmity with the deceased, he is a professional killer, because the deceased's death time is too short, the murderer is still in the restaurant, it may be a drinker, or it may be a guy in the restaurant." ”

Pei Jingning raised his eyes: "Is he in the crowd?" "Look at the crowd at the door.

Although they couldn't hear what the two of them muttered, the eyes of Shaoqing of Dali Temple were sharp and powerful, and everyone retreated in fright, and was blocked by Teng Chong and others.

Yeats paused for a long time before replying, "Downstairs and upstairs, the murderer may not be the same person, and the one who killed the downstairs may have left before Lu Sizhi blocked the restaurant!" ”

"How so?" Pei Jingning asked.

Yeats pointed to the autopsy report made by Yan and said, "The victim downstairs was half an hour ago." ”

"Why not the same?" Pei Jingning asked: "Since it is a killer, isn't it more expensive to hire two than one?" ”

Yeats's eyes were forced to meet him, and he said helplessly, "This is just my speculation." ”

"What about the one who didn't leave?" Pei Jingning asked: "Is it the possibility of a drinker, or is it a possibility of a restaurant guy?" ”

Yeats turned his head to look at the young man who had been the first to find the victim.

Outside the door, the young man seemed to sense something, his face turned pale, he stepped into the private room, and knelt down, "My lord, he is talking nonsense...... It's all nonsense...... Just now, the upstairs person was killed, the lights went out, but I was in front of the toilet with the adults, I can't wronged the small ones, the small ones are old, the little ones are small, how can I live without the small ones......"

Crying a handful of tears and snot, old and pitiful!

Pei Jingning raised his eyes, and his voice was normal: "What did you hear us say?" ”

"I'm ......," the lad pointed to Yeats, "and he ...... He stared at the little one, the little one...... The little ones are scared ......."

"Scared?" Yeats snorted coldly: "I'm afraid it's a weak heart!" ”

Pei Jingning's good-looking sword eyebrows were almost invisible and slightly raised, and Lu Si was about to step forward, but he secretly stopped him.

Yeats walked up to the oil lamp, "Although Lu Sizhi was the first to enter the room, he didn't light the oil lamp, it was you." ”

"The younger one is the little two who wait to listen to the rain, of course, they know where the oil lamp is in the room better than the adults, is there anything wrong with this?" The young man looked puzzled.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Yeats said, "No matter how careful you are, there are so many pairs of eyes behind you, and when you pull out the small wire that has been set up in advance to entangle the wick of the oil lamp, although your little movements are so fast that people are almost imperceptible, it does not mean that no one notices." ”

"What...... What wire, I'm cutting the wick," the young man retorted.

Yeats walked to the oil lampstand, picked up the small scissors placed on the side of the oil lamp, reached out and twisted them, and instead of burnt wick ash, a small piece of wire stuck to the edge of the scissors stuck to the tip of the index finger.

Yeats raised his hand and showed it to Pei Jingning.

Pei Jingning reached out and brushed over the wire as thin and small as a hair, and raised his eyes to look at the young man.

Yeats said: "You take advantage of the convenience of the private room, kill the deceased, make small actions, close the door and go downstairs to find someone, this process is about half an hour, the deceased is found downstairs, the lights are turned off upstairs and someone is killed, you wash away the suspicion of murder in this way, I am right." ”

The guy quibbled: "You talk nonsense......" turned around and fled.

The drinkers, buddies, and cooks who were watching nearby were pushed, fell, and injured, and Teng Yu quickly took his brothers to surround them.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, the young man reached out and grabbed the stupid drinker next to him, "If you get closer, I'll kill him." ”

"God, Chen Siliang, are you a killer?"

"No......" The staff in the restaurant were shocked.

Pei Jingning asked the shopkeeper: "When did this person enter the restaurant and become a buddy?" ”

The restaurant has infiltrated the killer, and the shopkeeper has already scared out his life: "Go back to ...... Back to my lord, three months ago. ”

A premeditated homicide.

After five years of leaving the school, Chen Siliang has never missed a hand, but he didn't expect to be planted in the capital, and he said with more force, "If you don't let me go, he will die." ”

Yeats was nervous about the hostages, and he wanted to throw something to cripple this guy's hands.

Pei Jingning raised his hand, "Let him go." ”

Chen Siliang took the hostages and retreated down to the second floor, through the lobby, and retreated towards the door.

Seeing that the murderer was about to step out of the threshold of the restaurant, Yeats turned his head to look at Pei Jingning, putting the safety of the hostages first, this young Shaoqing of Dali Temple was quite calm.

Just as Yeats was looking at Teng Zhutou, outside the door where Chen Xi and the two were retreating, two black-clothed young men covered the wall and surrounded them from both sides.

Teng Zhu raised his head, "We have already asked you to exit the door, hurry up and let the people go." ”

Chen Siliang's eyes were as vigilant as wolves, and while retreating cautiously, his eyes swept towards Teng Zhutou, Pei Jingning and others, afraid that they would make a move.

"Release people, hurry up and release people......" Teng Zhutou deliberately walked forward, attracting Chen Siliang's attention, and the black-clothed people on both sides of the door seized the opportunity, one to split the murderer, and the other to save people.

The cooperation was seamless, there was no suspense, and the murderer was restrained.

Pei Jingning lifted his feet and walked out of the restaurant, "Bai Lang, take the prisoner back to Dali Temple." ”

Lu Sizhi couldn't help but ask, "What about the murder weapon?" "The arrests in the restaurant have been rummaging through the room, and they haven't found the two-finger-long dagger.