Although she was born in Bianliang, she is still a well-known daughter, knowledgeable, gentle and frugal, but for Bai Xinyi, who is not idle by nature, ordinary days are simply a kind of torture. Even if you go out for tea, you have to have three family members by your side. On the street, regardless of men, women and children, when they saw this formation, they dared to come forward to talk.

Bai Xinyi, who is full of nosy hearts, is of course bored, and she can't wait for something earth-shattering to happen to break these ordinary days and nights.

As if as she wished, on an uneventful afternoon, a murder occurred in the teahouse, which was enough to alarm half of Bianliang City.

However, as the eldest lady of the Bai family, she suddenly lost the courage to break into the forefront, and even the moment she heard that there was a corpse in the backyard, her little face turned pale with fright, shrunk back in her seat, and did not dare to move.

To put it bluntly, she Bai Xinyi, except to shrink into the crowd and passively accept the development of the situation, she really can't do anything.

The eldest lady who has been raised in the boudoir all the time, what can she do except accept her fate peacefully? This is the case with countless girls before her, and there will be countless people after her. In the face of the imminent crisis, she can't do as she imagined, desperate to show her unyielding will.

Although there are a thousand words in her heart, as Bai Xinyi, all she can do is probably to use her pair of watery eyes that are often boasted of to stare at the bitter bamboo in the corner that died due to poisonous tea, and make some unrealistic fantasies such as tracing the source of the murderer by relying on his eyes. The heart seems to be sealed by a fence, and it is covered with dust.

She knew that it was not only the etiquette and family rules that stopped her, nor only the servants around her, but also the fence in her chest.

So when she stared at the dead bitter bamboo, and heard Wan Zhao Wu'an call her name again, the fence that had been silent for a long time in her heart trembled.

He repeated all the questions, adjusting the order at all, or not at all. Two or three questions, five or six suspects, asked over and over again.

And in just a moment, Bai Xinyi understood Zhao Wu'an's intentions. The white-clothed layman in front of him, of course, did not believe his own records, but wanted to find out the loopholes in some people's words through repeated inquiries. Once there is a difference between the confessions before and after, then the probability of that person lying will be greatly increased.

However, at the moment of the murder, Bai Xinyi was still frightened after all, so she didn't dare to believe her original memory, so she couldn't compare the confession she heard for the second time. But judging from Zhao Wu'an's expression, he must have asked something.

What is it exactly?

As Zhao Wu'an peeled off the cocoon, Bai Xinyi became more and more fascinated the more she listened, and she almost didn't remember that she was in a teahouse, and she almost forgot that there was still a corpse in the backyard a few feet away.

She seems to have accidentally fallen between the lines of a certain script, and Zhao Wu'an's words and words are all words and sentences with distinct marks on the paper.

His eyes gradually couldn't take his eyes off, and his chest was like a fire planted, rumbling. Bai Xinyi couldn't help but jump up and shouted, "Go on!"

Zhao Wu'an paused slightly, nodded at her with a soft expression, and continued to speak.

And the people who were originally attentive glanced at Bai Xinyi a few times with more or less dissatisfaction, but she didn't pay attention to it at all. The family who guarded her tightly in the center like a fortress didn't stop her reckless movements in time for some reason.

Speaking loudly in front of the public, it is too inconsistent with the image of a famous daughter.

However, Bai Xinyi seemed to be suddenly not afraid of anything, staring at Zhao Wu'an tightly, her cheeks burning with excitement.

An intuition that came out of nowhere told her that Zhao Wu'an's inference was most likely the final truth.

Therefore, in the last period before his death, Jiang Longyi went through a process like this: he learned that someone was about to visit, but unfortunately, that person was something he didn't want to see anyway, so Jiang Longyi didn't tell anyone in advance. When the visitor was about to arrive, he asked for a cup of tea in the water room, perhaps because he needed to speak and avoid dry mouth. But he didn't prepare tea for the annoying visitor. After meeting, the two should have indeed had a not very pleasant exchange, and may even have had an argument. In the midst of the dispute, in a fit of rage, the poison was given—"

Zhao Wu'an deliberately paused, turned his gaze to the person sitting in the crowd, and said lightly: "What happened next, I don't need to go into details, Master Liang?"

The head of the box was shocked when he heard this, and quickly lowered his head to look for the record he had just copied: Liang Shi, now twenty-three years old, is a boxer in the Chengxi Martial Arts Gym.

Sitting in the corner, a man in a wide-sleeved robe was suddenly named by Zhao Wu'an, and a look of surprise appeared on his face that did not seem to be fake.

Zhao Wu'an's expression moved, "Don't you want to admit it?"

"What are you talking about! Could it be that I killed the shopkeeper!" Liang Shi, who reacted, couldn't help but be angry, slapped his sleeve on the table, and asked viciously.

Zhao Wu'an pursed his lips with a complicated expression, and sighed: "If you don't want to admit it, then I'll talk about the result first." It was you who killed Jiang Longyi, the reason is that he did not distribute the stolen money to you according to the proportion agreed in advance, and I guess the reason he used should be that the current teahouse does not have enough funds for liquidity. And you killed him in a fit of rage - no, you didn't do it on a whim, but you were ready to kill him today. You're familiar with the teahouse, and you know that he's hiding his most important stuff in what looks like a grocery room, and that's probably because he wants to blame the people in the store. Because you may already know that Jiang Longyi's so-called lack of funds is not a lie to you, and these subordinates in the store have not been paid for many days. Right?"

He turned to the three people he had asked earlier, his eyes revealing a hint of confirmation. Cheng Lu was stunned and nodded: "That's true, the salary has been in arrears for many days...... However, I have been working here since I was fifteen years old, and I don't doubt Boss Jiang's personality, so I would rather wait a little longer. ”

"But some people can't wait that long. Zhao Wu'an closed his eyes, "It is true that Jiang Longyi has insufficient funds that these subordinates have the motive to kill, and I will focus on them at the beginning." However, they proved to each other that they did not have the opportunity to kill completely, although it was possible for the three of them to join forces to kill the shopkeeper, but in that case, there was no need to expose the corpse so early, which would only increase the suspicion of the three of them. So, I'm focusing on you, Liang Shi. ”

Zhao Wu'an stood up, walked to the boxer with purple lips, half-leaned over, picked up a bottle of teapot on his table, and sighed: "Zisha, it should be the four coins Gu Zhu purple bamboo shoots in it, right? The teapot is beautiful, but unfortunately I don't know, where did the teacup go?"

On the slightly empty table, there were only three pots of tea, which were surrounded by two cups of tea like a barrier, facing Liang Shi's chest.

Zhao Wu'an said lightly: "You ordered four coins Gu Zhu purple bamboo shoots, six coins Longjing, and eight coins Mengding." Among them, except for Gu Zhu's purple bamboo shoots, which is slow tea, Longjing and Mengding are out-and-out fast teas, and slow drinking is wasted. According to the normal speed of tea drinking, a cup of tea takes one moment, slow tea adds another hour, and fast tea is only nine points. The two quick teas add up to one, two, four, you arrive at seven o'clock in the afternoon, you have been to the hut once at two o'clock, and you have gone again at five o'clock, dare to ask what you have drunk in the middle of these three quarters? Don't tell me that it is astringent Longjing and bitter Mengding tea. ”

Liang Shi was stunned for a moment, looked down at the tea in front of him, and his eyes showed an unknown look of shock.

"Then I'll do it for you. Soon after you arrived at the inn, the shopkeeper in the courtyard noticed and told the tea-house to make a cup of tea. You first drank all the Longjing and Mengding, and then poisoned Gu Zhu's purple bamboo shoots, held it, and entered the backyard under the pretense of going to the thatched house. Then, you hide the tea in your sleeve and go to Jiang Longyi's room to pretend to talk to him. During the conversation, you deliberately mentioned that Jiang Longyi hid the valuables in the utility room, and when he went to get that kind of thing, you switched the two Gu Zhu purple bamboo shoots.

"Because in this teahouse, the same kind of tea is all served in the same utensils, so Jiang Longyi, who returned to the room, did not find anything abnormal. In the ensuing conversation, he quickly drank the poisoned tea, and then died with a whimper. After you swept away the valuables, you quickly returned to the teahouse, pretending that you had just gone to the latrine.

"Originally, you should have checked out and left at this time, but you suddenly found a problem. The poisonous Gu Zhu purple bamboo shoots are certainly the same as the non-toxic ones, but Jiang Longyi's tea is brewed earlier than the one you ordered, that is to say, after Jiang Longyi's non-toxic tea is yellowed and bitter, the tea that has been poisoned by you has just shown a little dark color. Tea deteriorates over time, changing its appearance with each passing light, and anyone who has studied the tea ceremony a little bit can guess from the tea on the table. And this is a time-honored teahouse, and the most important thing is people who can taste tea. If you just walk away, you will be very suspicious after the crime.

After discovering this, you had no choice but to go to the thatched house again in the next five minutes, and poured the Gu Zhu purple bamboo shoots in your sleeve into the thatched house. Because the tea leaves are also exposed, you simply pour all the tea leaves into the teacup and throw them in the hut. Even if someone could find a tea cup under the thatched house in the future, it would no longer be possible to infer the time from the tea leaves or the color of the tea. ”

Zhao Wu'an opened the lid of the purple clay pot in his hand, glanced inside, and nodded: "There is really not a single tea here." You usually drink tea, do you be so careful?"

Liang Shi, who was only a table away from him and was taller, had white lips and couldn't help but tremble.

"As a boxer, of course, you have practiced the kung fu of putting a bowl of water on your arm without spilling it, and today you specially wore a wide sleeve that is quite rare for a big Song man, in order not to make Jiang Long suspicious, right?" Zhao Wu'an said without shock, "However, no matter how good your kung fu is, hot tea is no better than cold water after all, and there must be tea stains on your sleeves......"

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Liang Shi's arm. Liang Shi couldn't dodge, but he stumbled and fell backwards, and one side of the sleeve also slipped off his arm, revealing a dark mark on the inside.

Zhao Wu'an said: "Your only mistake is probably to wear a white dress." I'm dressed in white, and not everyone can learn it. ”