Because of Jiang Lian's astonishing words, the people in the teahouse were in an uproar for a moment, and the head of the chamber who was in charge of all the Jin Wuwei on this street didn't know what to say for a while.

Comparatively speaking, the backyard is much quieter at this time. Several Jin Wuwei were scattered around, cautiously watching the scene, and all of them invariably kept their distance from the room where the death had occurred.

These people can wear the clothes of Jin Wuwei and patrol the capital, of course, they will not be cowardly and afraid of death, not to mention that they are only facing a dead corpse. The reason why he didn't dare to step forward was just because Zhao Wu'an, who had stunned the head of the chamber before, was in that room at this time.

Although the origin of this layman is unknown, he can impress the head of the chamber in just a few words, and he is obviously not a great character. The shopkeeper of the teahouse who died was not a high-ranking person, and he was not in a hurry to solve the case, even if Zhao Wu'an disturbed some key clues, he could not hold them accountable.

As soon as the head of the box looked up, he disappeared from Zhao Wu'an's trace, thinking that he had met a master outside the world, but it was ridiculous to say that Zhao Wuan actually just took advantage of the fact that the head of the box was reading the record, and walked back to the backyard to take a look.

After all, the case happened suddenly, although Jiang Lian helped guard the door and questioned everyone's confessions in time, but there was still no time to carefully investigate the scene. Especially since this incident happened in the downtown of the national capital, before Jin Wuwei arrived, all Zhao Wuan could do was record his confession. I really don't have time to take care of anything else.

At the time of writing, he was also worried that something would happen in his backyard while he was gone.

But fortunately, when he returned here again, the corpse of the shopkeeper was still resting on the golden silk nanmu chair, and the poisonous Gu Zhu purple bamboo shoots that Zhao Wu'an used as an experiment only poured half a cup, and the rest was put in place, and no one seemed to have touched it.

In the water room next door, the fire in the eight cauldrons had all been extinguished, and the mist lingering in the house had dissipated a lot, Zhao Wu'an walked to the stove and looked down.

Because of long-term tea cooking, and there is little fumes intrusion, the big stove here is very different from ordinary people, the cooktop is clean and tidy, and there is no oil stain at all. Zhao Wu'an sighed lightly at the cooktop, then raised his sleeve and wiped away the exhaled mist.

When the bodies were found before, there were still two teahouses cooking tea in the water room, and because they were both deeply submerged in the mist, they were unaware of the tragedy that happened next door.

According to general speculation, the murderer should have stolen Gu Zhu's purple bamboo shoots placed in the water room when he went to the hut or entered the backyard under other pretexts, poisoned them and sent them to the shopkeeper's side - even from Jiang Lian's statement, it can be seen that the shopkeeper is a talented person, and he will definitely not treat people as cold, so it is not impossible to drink the tea handed by strangers.

However, if you think about it according to this logic, there are many loopholes. First of all, the guests would not know that the shopkeeper happened to want to drink tea at this point in time, nor would they see Gu Zhu's purple bamboo shoots placed on the stove at a glance in the fog of the water room; third, even if the water room was full of fog, it would be extremely difficult to steal the tea without Zhang Chu and Lu Shuang care.

Besides, if this shopkeeper was really the person Zhao Wu'an was looking for on this trip, then he should at least be thoughtful, and it was impossible for him to drink the tea handed by a stranger so easily, and then die with a whimper.

With such doubts, Zhao Wuan once again walked into the shopkeeper's room.

This is indeed a very ordinary bedroom, there is a transparent pane by the door, there is a square table under the window, there is half a Gu Zhu purple bamboo shoot on the table, and the shopkeeper sits on the golden silk nanmu chair, although it is a little distance from the table, but you can still touch the tea cup if you reach out and reach it.

Behind the chair is an ordinary bed. Zhao Wuxin secretly recited Amitabha, stretched out his hand and touched the bed, but did not find anything.

Zhao Wu'an stood in the room for a long time when he heard a whisper behind him. When he looked back, it turned out that those Jin Wuwei had already done a good job of searching all the other places, and only the first scene of the crime was left, but they didn't dare to enter rashly because of his existence.

It is estimated that it was due to Zhao Wu'an's behavior of interrupting the head of the chamber in the teahouse before, and at this time, no one in the Jin Wuwei in the courtyard dared to come up directly to talk, most of them just looked at Zhao Wu'an from a distance with curious eyes.

This gaze is far from uncomfortable for Zhao Wu'an, and with his cheekiness, exchanging information with these people is really handy.

He stretched out his body, which was numb from too many flying swords being bound, and walked out of the dead man's room, casually patting a diminutive Jin Wuwei on the shoulder.

Jin Wuwei, who was flopped, was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound.

"Do you know the name of the shopkeeper of this shop?" Zhao Wu'an asked casually.

The Jin Wuwei tensed up, tightened his body, and replied in a loud voice: "Yes......! I heard that it's called Jiang Longyi!"

Zhao Wu'an was stunned. This unintentional question seems to bring something new.

"Did you find anything anywhere else?" asked Zhao Wu'an.

Opposite the water room and the shopkeeper's bedroom, there were also two houses at the east end of the small courtyard, and the doors of the houses were wide open at this time, and it was obvious that they had been thoroughly searched. Zhao Wu'an raised his head and found that even on the roof, there were two Jin Wuwei, stepping on the tiles, cautiously groping forward.

"Yes...... We have thoroughly searched the courtyard and found no suspicious persons. There was no sign of anyone entering the two rooms where the miscellaneous items and guests were kept. It's a thatched house, and apparently quite a few people have been there. The little man replied tremblingly.

Zhao Wu'an glanced at the thatched house in the northeast corner diagonally opposite the water house, and said lazily: "Isn't this nonsense. ”

"Yes......! We have already thoroughly inspected the roof, and the tiles against the outer wall are all neatly arranged, and there are no signs of cracking, and no one should enter the courtyard from above the roof. ”

Under Zhao Wu'an's gaze, the little man trembled more and more, obviously extremely nervous. But Rao was so, and his hand holding the knife was surprisingly immovable, like a nail welded into his body.

Zhao Wu'an was slightly surprised, and said in one fell swoop: "Do a good job, you are above the martial arts, and you have a great future." ”

After saying that, I felt that this was really redundant. Everyone's fate is different, and Fuyuan also has thick and thin, so it is really unnecessary to look at the people in the market from the perspective of the rivers and lakes, especially Jin Wuwei, who is the spine of Bianliang.

Leaving behind the little man's puzzled gaze, Zhao Wu'an walked back to the teahouse and found that the head of the box was still studying the account he had just dropped, while the other group of people were staring at him intently, like a farce.

Zhao Wu'an shook his head and walked to the door of the teahouse, only to find that it was already crowded with people watching the excitement outside, but Jiang Lian was still unmoved at the door, his face full of rebelliousness.

This is quite similar to when Luzhou first met.

Zhao Wu'an stared at Jiang Lian for a long time before he said, "I have a guess and want to confirm it with you." ”

Jiang Lian's gaze swept over Zhao Wu'an, and said with a smile: "No need to confirm." Since you have come to me, you must have known something that should have been known to everyone. ”

Zhao Wu'an said disapprerovitically: "The deceased is more than fifty years old just from the appearance, and it is said that his surname is Jiang. ”

"That's right, the man who runs this tea shop is my father. Jiang Lian said, "When I was in Luzhou, I told you that I had a backer in Bianliang, and most of what I said was him." ”

Zhao Wu'an stared straight at Jiang Lian, and said word by word: "He died less than twenty zhang away from you, but you were unmoved." ”

His tone was as cold as iron, without the slightest fluctuation, but his eyes were already full of surprise.

Rao is Zhao Wu'an, and he can't understand what Jiang Lian did at this time.

If Jiang Longyi was really Jiang Lian's biological father, he shouldn't be so calm now.

"What's so surprising about that. ”

Jiang Lian lowered his head, pretending to repair his nails unintentionally, his eyes were waveless.

"As early as the day the news of Garan Anxulie's murder reached Bianliang, he didn't feel that he could live carefree in this world anymore. Everything in the world has a reincarnation, and there must be an effect. He knew that the day the result of that karma came to Bianliang was the time of his death. Zhao Jushi, do you have anything else to ask?"

Zhao Wu'an was stunned, and suddenly his heart was shocked: "You say...... What?"

"Guarding the door for Zhao Jushi is trustworthy Zhao Jushi's skills, but don't let me down. Unexpectedly, Jiang Lian said such a sentence lightly.

This time, even Zhao Wuan was completely dumbfounded.

Jiang Lian is the son of the owner of this teahouse, and he still knows that his father is acquainted with Garan Anxulie?

Zhao Wu'an couldn't judge whether Jiang Lian was friend or foe for a while. If he is of the same mind as his father, he must answer Zhao Wu'an's doubts in accordance with this time.

But Jiang Lian said to himself. Perhaps because of the lively crowd outside, his voice sounded a little lazy to Zhao Wu'an, more like he was tired of all this.

"My father's murderer must have something to do with Garan Anshly. What kind of twists and turns are there, with my Jiang Lian's talent, it is destined to be impossible to explore. But if it's Zhao Jushi, he should be able to see the sun, right?" Jiang Lian looked at Zhao Wu'an coldly, "After all, Zhao Jushi and Jialan An Xulie can't be separated, right?"

Zhao Wu'an's heart was beating wildly.

Jiang Lian bowed leisurely: "It's not too early, today Jiang Mou will leave first, and after solving the case, I hope that Zhao Jushi will see him, and Jiang will definitely wait for good news at home." Yi Niang, let's go. ”

With that, he turned around and slipped out of the crowd of onlookers at the door. Zhu Yi also hurriedly walked out from behind the tea table, blessed Zhao Wu'an slightly, and wanted to leave the teahouse behind Jiang Lian.

Zhao Wu'an suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhu Yi's wrist.

This woman who looks weak on the outside is quite good at martial arts, far more than the three or two hands of kung fu when she first met in the Luzhou Teahouse. Zhao Wu'an's fingers only touched her wrist, and he could feel the abundant qi under her pulse.

Zhao Wu'an quickly increased his strength, almost without any pity and pity, and did not allow Zhu Yi to break free.

"When we first met, Jiang Lian told me that he lived in Luzhou and did things for Nie Junhuai, and by the way, he was entrusted by Su Qinghe to find me. Zhao Wu'an's voice was extremely unusually angry, and he tried his best to lower his voice, but he couldn't hide the gloom on his face.

"It's all a lie to me, aren't you? Who are you and your master, who are you?"