I don't know if it's out of trust, or Lin Yiqi's acting skills, Xing Dao easily believed in the fact that Lin Yiqi had amnesia, and said something "It doesn't matter if you have amnesia, it's good if you wake up, you can rest for a few more days, and when your body is completely recovered, my brother will take you to catch the thief who injured you!"

In the days that followed, the number of times Xing Dao came gradually decreased, every time he came, his face was tired, and the work of catching fast was really not easy, Lin Yiqi thought silently in his heart, in ancient times, it was not like modern times, there was a dense and complete monitoring system, and the police sat in the monitoring room, and they could get most of the information about the crime by tapping the keyboard with their fingers.

In ancient times, when handling cases, the arresters had to go to the scene of the crime tirelessly, investigate carefully, and take the trouble to question the relevant personnel, find out clues from their testimony, and then combine human and physical evidence, carefully analyze, and finally find a chance to solve the case.

Therefore, it is not easy to catch fast.

In addition to recuperating from his injuries, Lin Yiqi occasionally walked out of the room, looked up at the clear blue sky, white clouds floating, and geese flew by from time to time.

Lin Yiqi took a deep breath and was about to return to the room when the wooden door was pushed open with a clatter, and Xing Dao walked in panting.

"Brother Dao, what's wrong?" Lin Yiqi smiled and took out a pot of tea from the windowsill and put it on the stone table in the courtyard.

After so many days of getting along, coupled with Xing Dao's deliberate closeness, the relationship between the two has become very familiar.

"Case ...... The case, there is great progress!" Xing Dao gulped down the tea handed by Lin Yiqi, and said excitedly.

"Oh?" Lin Yiqi sat at the table and put on a deaf posture.

"Do you remember the old man who died in the Baihua Building?" Xing Dao asked.

"Well, you told me. Lin Yiqi nodded.

"The cause of his death was neither a knife wound nor a sword wound, nor a bruise on his face, but ......"

"And what?"

"Poison!"

"Poison?" Lin Yiqi sat up slightly and raised a hint of interest.

"Although the knife wound and sword wound looked serious, there was not much blood flowing from the wound, which indicates that the blood had coagulated after the victim's death, and someone deliberately scratched it to interfere with our vision. Xing Dao paused and took another sip of tea.

"Isn't such an inferior technique a snake to add to it?" Lin Yiqi was a little puzzled.

"Not really. Xing Dao raised his hand and motioned for Lin Yiqi to listen carefully: "According to my investigation of the crime scene for so many days, as well as the intelligence analysis obtained, the person who poisoned the person and the person who caused the knife wound and sword wound are not the same person, I simulated the scene of the night of the crime countless times in my mind, and came to an astonishing conclusion!"

"Before the assassins came to assassinate the old man, the old man had already been poisoned and poisoned...... Lin Yiqi muttered to himself.

“......”

Xing Dao closed his mouth and looked at Lin Yiqi in surprise, this kid wasn't so smart before...... Could it be that after amnesia, the brain has also become better?

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Lin Yiqi raised his head and found Xing Dao's strange appearance, and said with a smile: "I just speculated about the case based on the information you provided, is it necessary to be so surprised?"

"By the way, the identity of that old man hasn't been found out yet, right?" Lin Yiqi staggered the topic.

"Well, it feels like this person appeared out of thin air, and there is no information at all. Xing Dao didn't dwell too much on what happened just now.

"It's not that you can't find it, but someone deliberately doesn't want you to find out. Lin Yiqi smiled slightly, lifted the teapot, and filled the empty cup in front of Xing Dao: "You have to find it in a different way, don't use the means on the surface, use ......"

Lin Yiqi deliberately paused for a moment, leaving time for Xing Dao to think.

"What do you mean......" Xing Dao thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head, and a hint of realization flashed in his eyes.

"Shhhhh ”

"You're poor-mouthed. Xing Dao poked Lin Yiqi's forehead with a smile, drank all the tea in the cup, and strode out.

"Remember to come back in the evening and bring me sweet and sour pork ribs, the one on West Street, I won't eat it elsewhere!" Lin Yiqi called out while the torture rice had not gone far.

"Got it, don't run around if you're okay, stay in the house for me to recuperate!"

......

There is a cold street in the east of Bianjing City, even if it is daytime, there are not a few pedestrians on the road, the street is not prosperous, but it is definitely one of the most expensive places in the entire Bianjing City, this street has a nice name, called Liuyue Lane, about the origin of this name, there is a well-known allusion.

According to legend, the rivers and mountains of the Yue Dynasty were fought down by Taizong Liuyang and his brother Liu Yue, Liu Yue had no intention of taking the throne, took the initiative to ask his brother to resign, and left the imperial capital with his family, and became an idle prince who traveled around the mountains and rivers.

After the death of Liu Yue, Taizong Liuyang took all his family back to Bianjing, carved out a street, in the name of Liu Yue, and gave it to his descendants, since then, the Yue Dynasty has passed down such a rule, all the royal descendants who do not attack the throne can get a royal mansion in Liuyue Lane, one is to commemorate the touching brotherhood of the first emperor, and the other is to facilitate the centralized monitoring of those unstable factors that shake the imperial power.

Ordinary people will not go to Liuyue Lane to walk if they have nothing to do, and the court officials do not dare to go to Liuyue Lane even if they have something, for fear of being put on a hat of rebellion, and over time, Liuyue Lane has become the most deserted street in Bianjing City.

The mansion of carved beams and paintings, there is a huge plaque hanging on the bright red gate, on which the dragon and the phoenix dance are written the three big characters of the Qi Wangfu, the left and right gold bricks and red jade are piled up, in the meantime, the green tile Zhu Yong is set off, standing under the platform, you can feel a luxurious atmosphere that blows on your face.

Climb the stairs, step over the high threshold, what catches your eye is the marble interstitial screen framed by rosewood, the screen is engraved with a magnificent picture of mountains and rivers, lifelike, revealing a natural momentum, at a glance it is from the hands of famous artists.

Turn the interstitial, on both sides is a dragon-like corridor, leading to the courtyard in all directions, a huge plane tree is planted in the hall, like a big umbrella to hold up a shade, under the shade of a stone table, stone bench, a middle-aged man in a purple robe, holding a teacup in one hand, holding a historical record in the other, sitting on a stone bench, gestures, there is a momentum of not being angry and arrogant.

"Lord Wang. The black-clothed and white-haired young man quietly came behind the man and saluted respectfully.

"Zhang Jilin, that old thief, has there been any movement recently?" King Qi took a sip of tea and casually flipped through the historical records in his hand.

"Since that day he sent a camel eagle to assassinate Gonggong Li, the Prime Minister's Mansion has been quiet for a while, yesterday evening, a group of hurried Jianghu people stationed in the Xiangfu, to this afternoon, these Jianghu people left from the Xiangfu, lurking in various parts of Bianjing City, our spies are closely monitoring them. Gray hair reported.

"Oh?" King Qi put down the historical records, picked up a sycamore leaf casually, and said in a playful tone: "Hehe, my eldest brother is not dead yet...... Zhang Jilin, Zhang Jilin, if you want to kill yourself, no wonder I'm ruthless. ”

"Xiao Hao, what are your chances of winning against that camel eagle?" King Qi suddenly turned around and looked at the white hair beside him with a smile.

"Fifty percent. Bai Fa thought for a while and replied: "When I went to assassinate Gonggong Li that night, the two of us happened to meet, I slashed him, and he stabbed me, so it can be regarded as an equal match." ”

"Were you injured that night?" King Qi's eyes showed a trace of concern, his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a rare trace of complaining appeared on his usually unsmiling face, and he reprimanded softly: "Why didn't you tell me at that time?"

"The prince has every opportunity, and he doesn't dare to worry about the prince because of this little injury. Whitehair said in fear.

"I told you earlier, you don't need to call yourself a subordinate in front of me, it's good for you to forget about it, when I saved you, I took a fancy to your unruly temperament, the tiger lost its fangs, can it still make people feel afraid? Xiao Hao, if you continue like this, how can I rest assured that I will entrust Meng'er to you?" King Qi said earnestly.

"Lord Wang......" After listening to King Qi's heartfelt words, the white-haired eyes gradually moistened, recalling King Qi's care for himself for so many years, an inexplicable emotion surged into his heart, the white-haired hands clenched into fists, fell to the ground with a bang, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and said loudly: "Wang Hao knows his mistake!"