When he heard the footsteps, Lao Miaotou didn't plan to pay attention to it, there were many strangers coming and going, and he didn't have to care about all of them.

But when I heard the man's voice, it was familiar, it was too familiar.

"What, come up and see the scenery?" said Lao Miaotou turned around and looked at Yang Xianzhi with a smile.

The former often goes to the first inn in the world, and the latter lives in the inn, and the two come and go.

"Ah, sort of, wait for friends, and by the way, also look at the scenery. Yang Xianzhi stood the umbrella aside and found a place to sit down.

Hearing this, Lao Miao remembered that among the many scribes who came and went in the pavilion before, there seemed to be the one in front of him.

"Well, it's about to rain, I didn't bring an umbrella to go out, so I left first, and then I drenched my old bones. ”

The answer to this question was not related, and thinking that the old man was a little behind, Yang Xianzhi didn't say anything more.

After the old man finished speaking, he walked down the stairs, Yang Xianzhi waved his hand behind him, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, looking at the direction in which the old man disappeared, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

This old man is not a local like him, and he appears strangely.

There is no need to be suspicious of such a thing, after all, Qingchuan County is the hub of this place, and it is common for more outsiders to do so.

But the old man was on the same street as him, so he paid more attention.

After having more contact with this old man Miao, Yang Xianzhi always felt strange in his heart.

Whether it is his behavior or the details of meeting on weekdays, the old man is an ordinary ordinary old man, but he can eat a little.

But that's how weird it is, such an ordinary old man, it's not good to stay in the countryside, why do you run to the city to live.

Of course, maybe the old man has any secrets, what is difficult to hide, these have nothing to do with him as an outsider.

However, Yang Xianzhi has a ghost in his heart......

At this moment, through the pavilion, looking at the figure of the old man in the distance, he leaned forward a little, and muttered in his mouth: "Isn't it, I have to find a time to test it a little." ”

Walking around the corner of the street, where Yang Xianzhi couldn't see, Lao Miaotou turned around and went around in a big circle, and walked from another road towards Jin Datong's residence before his death.

He stood on the pavilion three times, and knew exactly where he could see the house from that vantage point, and where he could not see it.

Coupled with his skills, he was not worried about being seen by Yang Xianzhi, who was in the pavilion at the moment.

At this time, this mansion has been sealed by the government, and even if it is not sealed, it is impossible for him to go through the main gate.

Lao Miaotou stood under the courtyard wall, and looked at this position, which was where Liu Yuan had stood before, and a few branches stretched out from behind the wall and swayed in the wind.

One of them flipped over, crouched on the ground, looked carefully at the ground near the tree, and the picture of that night came to mind.

It was a man of ordinary skill who was not good at hiding himself.

After coming to this conclusion, Lao Miaotou frowned and wondered, because in this way, it was unlikely that he would be a member of the Huifeng faction.

Contrary to his previous conjecture, but in this case, how can the hidden weapon be explained?

He shook his head and took it to heart for the time being.

Lao Miaotou followed the route that Liu Yuan traveled that night and walked all the way to the side of Jin Datong's residence that night.

The image resurfaced in my mind, and the main character in the painting was his fake murderer, who was standing in the same place as him at the moment.

Following the old man Miao's body, he climbed in through the window, and after landing on the ground, he muttered: "That person never has such a neat movement as me." ”

When you enter the house, you will be facing the broken gate hollow, and in front of you is the courtyard, and the ground is still full of broken wood slag.

Due to the orders of the Yuan Imperial Pavilion, the people of the Yamen of Qingchuan County did not dare to destroy the scene of the crime in a slightest.

Taking a step forward, Lao Miao punched out.

At this point, he was sure that the murderer's movements must have alarmed Jin Datong, after all, the latter's identity as a Xuan-level imperial envoy was genuine.

But Jin Datong didn't run, obviously he was too big, but it was also expected by the old sprouts.

Whoever encounters such a clumsy 'thief' who climbs over the wall and enters the hospital will not think about running, but will take it down.

According to the messy tables and chairs all over the ground, Lao Miaotou punched all the way to the half-zhang position in front of the door, twisted his waist and kicked out.

At this time, Lao Miaotou had the same doubts as Jin Datong that day, this murderer's 'clumsiness' was deliberately exposed to Jin Datong.

Then he denied it, if this is the case, the murderer has no need for this at all, is it possible, and there is still a psychology of playing?

didn't go to the courtyard anymore, and when he walked into the courtyard, he would be seen by Yang Xianzhi.

There is no need to look at it anymore, what happened that night is clearly in the mind of the old seedling.

Nowadays, there are several things that need to be determined. The murderer is someone who is very familiar with the house, or someone who has been to the Chunfeng Pavilion.

If it is the former, it is too easy to exclude, and if it is the latter, the scope is not large.

As for whether there are other situations, there are, but the probability is too low, even if you can't find the murderer in the end, it doesn't matter.

The old sprout didn't think about it at all, thinking about this, he went back the way he came. Continue to make a big circle and walk back to Zhengping Street.

At this moment, there were more dark clouds in the sky, and the pace of the old sprouts was a little faster.

Pedestrians on the street are hurrying home, and the stallholders are starting to pack up.

"Little brother and so on. Lao Miao beckoned, stepped forward, pressed his hands on the stall of the cart, and said with a smile.

"What, old man, are you also interested in these gadgets?" As soon as the business came to the door, the young man instantly became happy, and he was not in a hurry to close the stall, and asked.

"yes, a little interested. Lao Miao picked up a fancy mask on the stall and said.

After that, Lao Miaotou chatted with the stall owner about small objects, and knocked on the side, about the day Jin Datong died, there were people on the street who didn't come often, and there were people on the Chunfeng Pavilion.

Speaking of this, it's like opening the stall owner's chatterbox, and he keeps talking, and he thinks he's also a talkative person.

The stall owner still remembers the events of that day clearly, because on that day, an adult of the Yuan Imperial Pavilion died in the courtyard not far away.

Even, he was impressed by some things.

In recent months, there were few people going up to the Chunfeng Pavilion, and the stall owner snapped his fingers to make it clear what he saw.

There weren't a few people in total, but the stall owner couldn't remember what they looked like, after all, they had to see so many people all day long.

Even if he remembered clearly, he couldn't describe it clearly, and Old Man Miao only remembered the figures of those people in his heart.

"But I've been setting up a stall here for so long, and all of them are familiar......" Speaking of this, he heard the stall owner suddenly look and said: "Don't say it, there was really a strange man who bought a mask from me that day." ”

The old seedling's eyes flashed: "What mask?"