"You don't know who the murderer is?" Sun Wukong also asked in a low voice.

Tang Song couldn't help but roll his eyes, he knew a fart! I really thought that watching some legal programs would be like Sherlock Holmes or Di Renjie, and he dared to brag so much not because he relied on the monkey's ability, and he could find out if he casually summoned a soul, without looking for evidence or any logical analysis, he could be called a murderer's nemesis.

Thinking about it, Sun Wukong pursed his lips, "My old grandson has a lot of grudges with the emperor of the sky, how can I still go to the eighteen layers of hell now." ”

Tang Song: "......"

Tang and Song suddenly remembered a terrible reality, the current monkey is not as reconciled with all parties as in the original book, and if there is a major disaster or a small disaster in the west, he can go to heaven to ask for help. The current Tang and Song dynasties are just an unidentified black household scripture learner, and Sun Wukong is still the wild demon king who is disobedient and unruly, whether it is Heavenly Court or the Buddha does not buy his account at all, if he really dares to go to hell today, I am afraid that he will be beaten out by the Ten Palaces Yama.

This is embarrassing! Just now, the was like a big bubble gum, and the heifer can only count on the elephant to stretch out his hand in the future sexual life, and if the poor monk now says that what he just said is just a joke, he should not be beaten!

Tang Song and the monkey stared at the little ones with big eyes, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

The old monk saw Tang Song and the monkey muttering on the side, and he didn't know what he was talking about, so he couldn't help coughing lightly, "Elder, this is just halfway through this, who is this murderer, and I hope that the elder will tell the truth, and this court will punish him severely!"

Looking at everyone's expectant eyes, Tang Song subconsciously rummaged through the pockets of the monk's robe, damn it, I really want to answer the phone.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed and his thoughts were like a collapse of urine, Tang Song slapped his face fiercely, and said in a firm tone: "It's no wonder that you can't touch the clue, just because the murderer is the demon king of the Black Wind Mountain!"

Far away in the Batu Cave in the Black Wind Mountain, a huge bear blind man suddenly sneezed fiercely, snotty and saliva pasted the face of the little goblin next to him, and made a water mask for nothing.

"What's wrong with you, King?" the little demons stepped forward and said with concern.

The black bear spirit wiped his nose, touched the back of his head, looked puzzled, and said angrily: "I don't know what's wrong, I suddenly feel a little cold in my back." ”

......

In the wing room, when the monks heard what Tang and Song said, they all had a climactic expression of sudden realization, and they all praised: "I see, why is it so strange when I say it, but it is the monster who did it." ”

"That's right, only youkai can be so unaware. ”

"This is a bad statement, even the ordinary monster can't do this, thanks to the holy monk's discernment, it is determined that it was the Black Wind Demon King who did it. ”

"It is worthy of being a high monk from the Tang Dynasty, and it is really extraordinary. ”

The old monk's expression seemed to be a little weird, his face twitched, and he seemed to smile and said: "The elder is really powerful, and the poor monk admires it." ”

Tang Song shamelessly accepted all these praises, smiled and nodded, and walked towards the door. Hurry up, the poor monk must leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

"Elder, dare to ask what is the deadly evidence mentioned earlier?"

Tang Song had already crossed the threshold with one foot, and when he heard the old monk ask, he stumbled under his feet and fell to the ground.

"Ahem, this evidence—" Tang Song turned around and straightened his monk's robe, his eyes rolled, and suddenly he felt that his qi gushed out, converging into a three-flower gathering.

I saw that Tang Song had no waves on his face, stretched out his index finger and slowly clicked three times in the direction of the house, and then shook his head incomprehensibly, and then slowly walked out of the house, leaving only a mysterious back for everyone.

"What did the elder mean just now?"

"I don't understand either, what does this have to do with the evidence?"

"You elm heads, the elders clearly mean that there are as many as three pieces of evidence, and they are all in this room. ”

"Hugh is going to talk nonsense, the elder just clearly wanted to tell me that the evidence was hidden in the three brothers. ”

"How is that possible?!! The elder meant that he would know after three days. ”

"A bunch of idiots, the elder is ......"

......

On the secluded path, Sun Wukong glanced at the silent Tang Song and suddenly asked, "What is your intention by pointing three times in a row just now?"

"The devil knows!"

Tang Song shrugged his shoulders, just casually gestured twice, so what did he do more seriously!

The world is like this, when you are mysterious or powerful enough, no matter what you say or do, there will be many people who will automatically run out to explain for you, find out the ten thousand possibilities that may be implied in your words, even if you don't realize that a single sentence can produce so many deep meanings.

Back in the room, Tang Song breathed a long sigh of relief, sat on the edge of the bed and carefully sorted out what had happened in the past two days.

The boss of the Meng family died, and undoubtedly the most suspicious person was the old abbot of the Guanyin Monastery, and murder for money seemed to be the most reasonable explanation. But judging from today's performance, the old monk doesn't seem to know the precious robes on the Meng family brothers at all, otherwise Tang Song has reason to believe that the person who died yesterday would not be a person at all.

Tang Song shook his head and denied this ridiculous idea, the Black Wind Monster, as the famous demon king in this area, had no motive to kill an ordinary mortal at all, unless the Black Wind Monster discovered the existence of that treasure robe one step earlier, so he killed the boss of the Meng family and seized the treasure.

But the robe is obviously still in the house, and no one has touched it at all, which shows that the murderer's target is probably not the robe, so since it is not a quest for money-

"The little monk went down the mountain to fast, and the old monk confessed that the woman under the mountain is a tiger, and she must avoid it if she meets ......"

Just imagine, in a temple in the deep mountains and old forests, an old monk lives alone with a group of young monks with clear eyebrows, although he is lonely in his heart, but he still keeps telling the little monks that women are tigers, and the same sex is true love. In this way, a perverted seed was planted in the hearts of the little monks, and it was not until the arrival of three rough men with amazing bones and strong bodies that this seed slowly blossomed and bore fruit......

Tang Song shook his head vigorously and threw this shameful thought out of his mind.

Since the first two speculations do not hold water, then the possibility of infighting increases infinitely. In the case of uneven distribution of spoils, one of the Meng family brothers had evil intentions, and when the night was dark and the wind was high, he killed the boss of the Meng family unknowingly, but in order not to arouse suspicion, he did not take away the baby robe, but stayed in place to create the illusion that the murderer was not seeking money, to confuse others, if his speculation is correct, I am afraid that there will be another death tonight!

There is only one truth, please call me Detective Conan! Tang Song showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, everything was in the hands of the poor monk.

"Wukong, pay attention to the room of the Meng family brothers tonight, I feel that something very interesting will happen. ”