Jiang Botao walked out of the crowd and followed Yeats around to the back door of the lantern, at this time, he found that a large lantern more than one person high on the left and right sides of the back door blocked the aisle with a slight move, just connected to the side of the lighthouse, completely blocking the passage on both sides, and the back door formed a small isolated space.

"Then why doesn't Mrs. Shi call it?"

Yeats turned out of the side of the lighthouse: "Because she was afraid that she would be seen by Xie Sangongzi, who asked him to come, the murderer grabbed her weakness, covered her mouth, and smashed it down with a hammer when she didn't obey and the murderer was upset." ”

"There is also a sound for smashing people!"

Yeats sighed: "An hour ago, the fireworks on the upper floor of the Imperial City were beautiful, everyone, did you all rush out to see it?" ”

Guess the Lantern Pavilion is full of people, maybe the people who rushed out to watch the fireworks at that hour have gone home, these are just people who came in later.

As she said, at that time, the saint was on the tower of the city, all the people celebrated, the fireworks filled the sky, and it was beautiful, and someone was stupidly guessing the lantern riddle here.

During this time period, guess that the Lantern Pavilion may be empty.

But who would have thought that a fresh life would be as bad as fireworks!

In an instant, everyone was in a heavy mood, and they all looked at the unsightly little lady who was smashed by the backlash! How innocent she was.

Jiang Botao was also in a bad mood, but he always felt that Yeats's arrest of the murderer was too story-like, which was incredible, so he still opened his mouth to break the silence.

"Lord Ye, what you said, Jiang sounds like acting, why don't you arrest the suspect, let's witness together, is this the case."

Zhao Bai's eyes were slightly bundled, and his gaze at Jiang Botao was quenched with a faint and cold light.

Jiang Botao felt it, he thought it was Pei Jingning who was dissatisfied, and looked at him, but saw him standing with his hands like a clear moon in the wind, "Teng catches the head......"

"Yes, sir." Teng Chong led people to arrest people.

Yeats said behind his back, "He may have been drinking in some tavern." ”

"......" Teng Chong turned his head.

Yeats said, "The first time he kills someone, his heart is very confused, he should find a place to sort out his emotions, and a tavern is a good choice." ”

"Roger." Just now, Teng Chong was still thinking about how to allocate manpower to find people while going out, but Little Brother Ye actually gave the direction directly, and he quickly took people to arrest people.

Zhang Jin was about to follow, but was stopped by Yeats, he whispered a few words in his ear, he nodded, "Okay, I know." ”

When everyone saw Yeats and the god of catching fast, they were all itching, and they wanted to know what he said to the catcher, but with the great god Pei Shaoqing pestle, no one dared to ask.

Dali Temple went to arrest people, and everyone could only wait.

Half an hour later, Du Ji, the head of the Ministry of Rites, was taken to the scene of the crime.

Everyone couldn't wait for Yeats to ask a question, and the young man standing beside Jiang Botao hurriedly asked, "Teng Zhutou, where did the suspect be caught?" ”

Teng Chong said to everyone, "Smell it yourself." ”

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the stars are cold on a cold night.

The north wind blew through the door, sending a burst of wine, which is needless to say.

"Did you really catch someone from the tavern?" The young man looked at Yeats in amazement, and looked at Yeats incredulously, "Lord Ye, did you know him before, or even knew him very well?" ”

Otherwise, how could it be possible to describe a person's form so accurately? It's unbelievable.

Yeats smiled slightly, then his eyes sank, and his face was majestic, "Lord Du, tell me what happened to the people on the ground, right?" ”

Wine can be strong and courageous, Du Ji asked innocently, "Xiaguan doesn't know what you are talking about?" ”

Yeats looked at him coldly.

Du Ji crossed his hands in front of him, raised his chin high, and leaned half of his body sideways, showing disdain.

Yeats turned sideways and looked at the victim behind her, Mrs. Shi, "The knot she was tied up backwards, as far as I know, is a knotted rope used by the submarine fire army in the fire prevention department of the capital to escape and save lives, and Lord Du has never done the submarine fire army?" ”

Du Ji kept his mouth shut, and almost pointed his ass at someone.

Someone in the crowd knew him and immediately shouted: "Done, he did, three years ago he was the hidden fire army of the fire prevention department." ”

Unable to avoid it, Du Ji snorted coldly, "Who is a child of a family in the capital who has no interest in the capital has never entered the Hidden Fire Army to exercise." ”

The Great Wei Dynasty has been peaceful for more than 100 years, although there are foreign harassments around them, they are all petty fights, and there have been no major wars, except for the Imperial Forest Army, the children of ordinary princes or low-ranking officials have entered the submarine fire team for a few years, and then they have the qualifications to climb up the family relationship, such as the current Lord Du Jidu.

Yeats remained unhurried and walked towards Du Ji.

"What are you doing?" For some reason, how did this little weak chicken with a boy and a girl look like a ghost asking for his life, so frightened that Du Ji took a few steps back.

Yeats didn't know what his state of mind was, he didn't move, and walked to his side again, he still had to step back, and was restrained by Teng Chong and couldn't move.

Yeats stood beside him, pointed to the deceased, and said, "See, there are footprints near the big lantern, measure them, and you will know whose footprints they are......"

Du Ji subconsciously shrank his feet.

Yeats didn't see it, but everyone in the hall did.

Yeats continued, "Guess the Lantern Pavilion is a makeshift pavilion, and there are miscellaneous things piled up in the surrounding building below, and the ground is covered with dust, and you don't notice it when you go down and go upstairs with a hammer." ”

As soon as Yeats finished speaking, Teng Chong asked a few arresters to restrain Du Ji, and took off his shoes in a blink of an eye.

When Teng Chong went to arrest people just now, Yang Fuquan went back to Dali Temple and had already brought Yeats's case kit.

Everyone stood on tiptoe to see how Lord Ye, who solved the case like a god, operated to take footprints, to be honest, they couldn't see any footprints on the ground at all.

I saw him put on gloves, almost lying on the ground, his eyes were focused, his expression was serious, the brush brushed something, and gently blew, holding something they didn't know and pressing down along the footprint lines, and using things that seemed to look at the pen to draw the traces of the foot, the low lines of the shoes, and the strength of the feet, each action looked careful and clean, it turned out that the people of Dali Temple were investigating the case like this!

Just when everyone was anxious to see if there were footprints on the unknown thing, Yeats got up and pointed the special paper to everyone, "I said that the murderer may have committed the crime for the first time, so I was very panicked and did not destroy the traces of the scene, these are his footprints." ”

"Why do you say these are my footprints?" Du Ji didn't admit it at all.

Teng Chong snorted coldly, "Let's not talk about the size of the shoes, the soil on the side of the shoes is the same as the soil of the footprints on the ground, do you dare to say that it is not you?" ”

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but shout: "Yes, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, who has nothing to do to run to the first floor that is fenced!" ”

It wasn't until Yeats put the soles of his shoes closer to the imprints that he had drawn them to the exact same time, that his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground.

(End of chapter)