Only one day has passed since Zheng Rong's death, and the Hangzhou government on Liangzhejiang Road has seized another suspect.

The hapless top-bag assassin watched his wife who had fought so hard to keep her safe being locked up next door, and went insane, babbling gibberish in prison and banging his head against a post. As for how the jailers subdued him later, it was not a matter of Zhao Wu'an's willingness to care.

The woman did not admit that she had killed Zheng Rong. At that time, there were not many tourists on the lonely mountain, but it took a lot of time to ask one by one, but fortunately, the Jingluo Pacification Division sent a lot of additional people in Hangzhou, and at noon the next day, the confessions of seventeen people were sent to Zhao Wu'an.

Seeing Zhao Wu'an's dedication to the case, he knew that he shouldn't talk too much, but he still couldn't help it, and asked in a low voice, "Zhao, Zhao Jushi...... In the past two days, you have been handling the case, and we also feel that Hu Zhutou is indeed a little ...... is not serious, but it is not confused when it comes to handling cases. The subordinates know that they shouldn't talk too much, or do they want to ask Hu Zhutou how he is doing?"

Zhao Wu'an didn't raise his eyes, and said lightly: "It's very good, I'm in love." After a while, he changed his words again: "I'm falling out of love." ”

Oshiji was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

Zhao Wu'an hastily flipped the confession in his hand, An Qing and An Guangmao were in the list, and Jiang Caiyi, the Fuqin girl he met last night, was also among them, in addition to these people, there were also Xiao Donglai, the sect master of the Heavenly Immortal Sect, who had only heard of him for a long time, and his wife Meng Qingxian. The two accompanied Meng Qingxian's younger brother Meng Qianlei to the West Lake to enjoy the scenery. Meng Qianlei is standing this year, he is shrewd and mellow, and his martial arts are not bad, he has officially taken over the name of the head of the Meng family in Suzhou, and he has not seen his sister who married in Hangzhou for many years. This time, the Heavenly Immortal Sect feasted on the heroes, and he was the organizer.

The banquet of the Heavenly Immortal Sect was just a few days away, and if there was still no further progress in the case, Zhao Wu'an felt that it was still necessary to get involved in this banquet and find out. This kind of thing should be a piece of cake for Hu Buxi, but I don't know if that guy has this mind now.

In the small courtyard behind the mansion, the sun is shining, and a girl wearing a smoke gauze skirt and light makeup is vigorously rubbing the clothes on the washboard. The soaphorn melts in warm water, and the leaves swirl gently.

Hu Buxi stood behind the girl for a while, and wanted to shrink his head and walk away, but he saw that Dailou Sangyu was occupying the courtyard gate majestically, and he had no choice but to give up.

He boasted that he was not as cowardly as Zhao Wu'an, and for Hu Buxi, what did he not do when he encountered something? Although he respected the boss very much, the boss had to obey him in this regard.

Hu Buxi stomped his feet and shouted, "Qiao Xi!"

The girl who was called by her name stopped what she was doing, turned around, and reached out to pin her sideburns behind her ears. This unintentional move shocked Hu Buxi, and he forgot most of the words he had prepared, and stammered: "The scenery of West Lake is just right in the past two days, do you want to go out for a walk?"

Qiao Xi turned around and said softly: "My adoptive father is newly dead, Qiao Xi should wear linen and filial piety, and should not go out." ”

Hu Buxi was anxious: "But you live in this mansion—"

"Got it. Qiao Xi interrupted him gently, "After washing my deceased father's bloody clothes, I will leave." ”

Hu Buxi was stunned for a moment, and just wanted to explain that he didn't mean that, Qiao Xi had already stood up, as if he was going to the house to pack his luggage, and the half-washed clothes were also left in the yard.

Hu Buxi didn't know how to explain, but he didn't expect Qiao Xi to stop halfway through, his body staggered, and he was about to fall.

Hu Buxi, who knew that the situation was different, hurriedly caught up, took Qiao Xi who fell to the ground in his arms, and looked down to see that Qiao Xi had actually fallen asleep, his face was pale, and he couldn't help but be stunned: "What's going on?"

Dailou Sangyu, who ran over in a hurry, looked at his face, reached out and touched Qiao Xi's forehead.

"No fever. She said.

"Of course I know she doesn't have a fever, I'm asking why she fainted suddenly?" Hu Buxi said urgently.

"I don't know. Dai Lou Sangyu shook his head with an innocent expression.

Hu Buxi exclaimed angrily: "That's what you said, you're not Langzhong!" He hurriedly picked up Qiao Xi, hurriedly walked outside the hospital, and ran to find Langzhong. Dai Lou Sangyu stood in the courtyard and tilted his head.

There is no Langzhong in the government, and Hu Buxi is also a natural believer in some Jianghu Langzhong holding long flags, and he ran through the streets and alleys for a small half of Hangzhou City, only to come to a medicine shop with Lao Langzhong sitting in the clinic all the year round, and along the way, it has attracted a lot of attention.

Fortunately, there are not many patients in the pharmacy, most of them are just waiting to get the medicine, Hu Buxi helped Qiao Xi to the bed, and seeing that she was still unconscious, he hurriedly said: "Silk diagnosis." ”

The old man who has dealt with Hu Buxi a few times touched his gray beard, obviously understood, and slowly took out a few red threads from the drawer.

Tied the red thread to Qiao Xi's wrist, Lao Langzhong touched his beard, and said bluntly: "It's not a big deal, it's just that my body is a little weak, my qi and blood are insufficient, and I have symptoms of cold poison, so I should have eaten it by mistake." Don't eat too cold food these days, and with a little conditioning, you should be fine. As he spoke, he dipped his pen in ink, wrote down a few cheap Chinese medicines, and handed them to the medicine boy behind him, "Go and grab the medicine for Hu Zhutou." ”

There were also people in the pharmacy who recognized Hu Buxi, and they arched their hands from afar: "I've seen Hu Zhutou!"

Hu Buxi perfunctory one by one, thinking about how to answer if he was asked about his relationship with Qiao Xi. He is also used to being single, and for so many years, there has never been a time when he did not come to the pharmacy alone.

The little medicine maid grabbed a few flavors of medicine and handed them to Hu Buxi, Hu Buxi took the prescription and looked at it, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's so cheap, can it have an effect?"

Lao Langzhong was stunned when asked: "Hu Zhutou doesn't just want the cheapest ...... every time he comes."

"This time it's a girl recuperating from illness, how can it be compared to a big man like me! Hu Buxi simply snapped the prescription and tore it up.

Since ancient times, the government has suppressed the people, Hu Buxi is not a high power, but he is quite famous in Hangzhou, Lao Langzhong helplessly dipped his pen in ink, and wrote a new prescription with a stroke.

hurriedly grabbed the medicine, Hu Buxi carried Qiao Xi back to the small courtyard, closed the door, and prepared to go to the mansion's room to fry the medicine. He turned to look at the small courtyard, where Dailou Sangyu was still squatting in front of Qiao Xi's laundry tub, looking at the soap leaves on the water.

The breeze blew, and the little soap leaves swirled in the foamy basin.

With a flash of inspiration, Hu Buxi suddenly patted his head: "I see!"

He stuffed a bag of medicine into Dailou Sangyu's arms, asked her to keep it for a while, turned around and ran to the middle hall without looking back. Dailou Sangyu, who was thrown in place, silently looked at the Chinese medicine in his arms, sniffed hard, and sniffed the aroma of the medicinal herbs. A small spider crawled to her tiptoes and swayed up a calf.

When Hu Buxi came, Zhao Wu'an was burying his head in studying the seventeen suspects, his eyebrows and eyes were tired, and he looked very sleepy.

Seeing Hu Buxi running into the hall in a hurry, he thought something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I know how the murderer left Shi Huan's boat! He actually didn't get on the boat at all, he let Shi Huan's boat run to the center of the lake by himself!" Hu Buxi said loudly, "It's like throwing soap leaves into warm water, the soap horns will dissolve, and the soap leaves will move on their own." As long as a bucket of condensed grease is thickly applied to the back of the caravan, the boat will move forward with the dissolution of the grease and run to the center of the West Lake! A bucket of grease is scattered in the West Lake, and there is almost no trace to be found, but the back of the caravan will definitely find evidence!"

Zhao Wu'an sighed, and said calmly: "You just figured it out." ”

Hu Buxi was stunned for a moment, and then glared with a bitter face: "Boss, you already knew, but you didn't tell me yet!"

"It's no use knowing that. There were at least seventeen people on the lonely mountain alone. Zheng Rong's death is not accidental, and it is closely related to the first five murders. Zhao Wu'an buried his head, "That Qinglou woman is now the only clue, we must find out what happened at the border back then, otherwise, we can't solve the case." ”

Hu Buxi, who was in the clouds, gave a thumbs up: "The boss thief is powerful!" However, more than 20 years have passed, how can this be checked?"

"So it's difficult. Zhao Wu'an sighed, "Zheng Rong is from Weizhou, and he is also in the northwest. According to the woman's words, it seems that the Great Song Dynasty started a war with the leaves, and once trained them as spies to steal the information about the leaves. But then they killed the men who commanded them, divided the treasure, and agreed to flee to Liangzhe. ”

The look of surprise on Hu Buxi's face was very exaggerated, not like pretending: "A small group of civilians, so bold? After robbing money, they will run away for thousands of miles, and they have the potential to be a thief in the rivers and oceans." ”

Zhao Wu'an pinched his eyebrows.

"Forget it, don't worry about it so much, it's not a problem to keep burying your head in the dossier, let's go, please go to dinner!" Hu Buxi waved his hand, and his face became smart again.

Zhao Wu'an happened to be hungry, so he didn't resist, closed the file, picked up the sword box and stood up: "It's okay, let's go." ”

Two people who have known each other for more than 20 years will never lack topics, even if they are silent, they are silent without embarrassment. Walking out of the mansion side by side, Hu Buxi did not take Zhao Wu'an to any big restaurant this time, but went straight to a noodle restaurant in the alley opposite the mansion and sat down. The boss is obviously also an acquaintance, and as soon as Hu Buxi came, he greeted him warmly and sat down, and asked what to eat, and Hu Buxi also casually said the same old thing. Zhao Wuan asked for a bowl of somen noodles.

Soon, the hot noodles were served, a bowl of thick oily red soup, fragrant, with a few green onions floating in between, Zhao Wu'an waved his chopsticks to pick up the pale yellow noodles, and the heat hit the face, like a fairy mountain rising from the water.

With food, Hu Buxi's chatterbox didn't stop, talking and laughing with Zhao Wu'an, and every three sentences had to praise Zhao Wu'an, Zhao Wu'an responded lightly, and flattery to him was commonplace, without the slightest discomfort.

"Do you remember the difficult birth of the ewe, Lao Hu I held its legs for a long time and didn't break it, or the boss was extraordinary, gently supported the buttocks, hey, it came out. Hu Buxi laughed.

Zhao Wuan said helplessly: "I'll eat." ”

Hu Buxi spoke, and he was really open-mouthed.

Hu Buxi laughed, swallowed half of the lion's head in one gulp, and said vaguely: "I've lived alone for so many years, to be honest, I still miss you." In the case of Chaozhou Mansion back then, Lao Hu and I thought that I was the next, and I couldn't think of a result even if I wanted to break my head, thanks to the boss's righteous action, otherwise there would be no Lao Hu today. ”

Zhao Wu'an was not modest, and smiled heartily: "It's good that you know." ”

Talking and laughing, after eating more than half of it, Zhao Wu'an suddenly remembered something and asked, "What does Sangyu eat at noon." ”

Hu Buxi's action of sucking noodles immediately stopped, and a noodle hung in his mouth, swaying for a long time, and his complexion changed.

Zhao Wuan pressed his head and said, "Old Hu, it's up to you at this time." ”

Hu Buxi finished eating noodles with three times and dividing five by two, drank the noodle soup in one go, and ran to the government office. Zhao Wu'an tacitly stayed in his seat and did not move, and shouted to the busy boss: "Another bowl of noodles, add beef, and add fried eggs...... Forget it, add anything. Oh, and a little more noodles. ”

The boss was stunned with the dough in his hand and said, "Why don't I give you two servings?"

In the small courtyard, at least it is still calm at the moment.

Qiao Xi, who had just woken up, had scattered sideburns and misty eyes, leaning on the door railing to prop up his head, and looking at Dailou Sangyu who was carrying two bags of medicine bags in the yard. Dailou Sangyu's eyes were bright, while Qiao Xi was groggy and didn't know why.

At the gate of the courtyard, a fat shadow almost rolled in and rushed in front of Qiao Xi.

Dailou Sangyu said depressedly: "Hungry ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was frightened by Hu Buxi's actions, and the medicine bag in his hand was almost thrown out.

Hu Buxi, who was chubby and dun, was half-kneeling on the ground with his arms tightly wrapped around Dailou Sangyu's snow-white legs, raised his head, and his eyes were flattering.

"The princess is angry, Boss Zhao is walking through the streets and alleys to find you the best food in Hangzhou. But don't be unhappy and slaughter the Hangzhou Mansion. "Hu Buxi is respectful.

Dailou Sangyu frowned and puffed out his cheeks depressedly.

She's obviously not that dangerous.

But this is Hu Buxi's original style, where is this guy like a two-Zhejiang chief catcher, who followed Zhao Wu'an and Dailou Sangyu back then, and got rid of a sturdy dog's leg.

After so many years, Hu Buxi still habitually hugs Dailou Sangyu's thigh when he encounters something.

It's just that at that time, even Zhao Wu'an was hugging him together.