It is said that the two pine and cypress climbed the city wall, and when they raised their eyes to look into the distance, they saw this group of soldiers running briskly from the street, and the leader waved his hand to stop his subordinates, and rushed up the stairs.

The man who led the man ran to Songbai, and after whispering in his ear for a moment, his face changed greatly.

"How can this be? you hurry up and lead the way, let me go and see!" waved Songbai to his men, and followed him down the stairs quickly, running down the street.

I saw that next to the house where the pine and cypress lived, a group of people were pointing and pointing, watching the military master coming, and they all got out of the way.

Songbai followed the soldier into the alley, only to see that the gate of the courtyard was also crowded with nearby people, and everyone shouted back and went towards the courtyard gate.

I saw that the two doors of this hall were wide open, and as soon as I stepped into the threshold, there was a dead body hanging on the beam in the room, and the tongue was sticking out very long, and the face was full of black purple!

It turned out that the hanged person was Uncle Zhang, who was wrinkled with a wrinkled face from the owner of the house last night, who gave the front few shops to the Xining soldiers to live in.

"When did you find this person? How could it be such a coincidence, last night was fine, but today he said that he was forced to be cornered, what the hell is going on?" Songbai took the suicide note that the soldier took from the table, touched his chin and asked.

It was the official of the nearby people's newspaper, saying that this Uncle Zhang had been forcibly occupied by the shop, and his life would not be settled in the future, so he found a short-term view! This is the only suicide note left. The leader of the lead pointed to the letter in Songbai's hand, bent down and clenched his fists.

Songbai put the letter paper into his arms, and then ordered everyone to put Uncle Zhang down, so he squatted down and examined it carefully.

I saw that this Uncle was covered in black purple, and a red spot behind this ear was particularly conspicuous on this black purple neck, which immediately attracted the attention of Song Bai.

Songbai instructed his subordinates to park Uncle Zhang on the wooden plank, then turned around and came to the door, patted the soldier holding a spear, and said to the nearby neighbors with his fists: "Uncles and aunts, this Uncle Zhang has now gone to the west, as for how he died, I don't know who is the witness?"

"I! If you go back to the adult, Xiao Lao'er was the first to discover the scene of the crime, and I know the ins and outs of this very well. One of the people in the crowd bent down and clenched his fists and said to Songbai.

"Then I bother you to step forward, let's talk in the courtyard, you tell everything you see, if it is really the truth, there will be a heavy reward for you. Songbai bent down and waved in to greet him, and called the thin old man into the courtyard.

It turned out that this morning up, the old man carried the leaky iron pot at home, ready to let this Uncle Zhang to repair it, who knew that there was no movement when knocking on the door for a long time, in the past, the knocker knocked, the door was definitely opened, out of curiosity, he put down the iron pot, climbed over the wall and left.

I saw that the courtyard was a little chaotic, and the iron pot that was originally placed under the corner of the wall seemed to have been moved, and now it had fallen down, and some of them rolled out a few steps away and buckled on the ground.

The curious old man slid down the wall, and saw this black shadow burst out, so frightened that he almost fell backwards to the ground.

It turned out that this was a black cat, and the old man clearly remembered that when he came to mend the pot on the eighteenth of last month, he heard that Uncle Zhang hated raising cats the most, but this suddenly appeared in his house, and a sense of foreboding suddenly hit his heart.

As the saying goes: dogs come to bless, cats come to mourn, this for no reason from the open door rushed out, more or less made the old man's heart half cold.

"What's going on? Old Zhang Tou hates this thing the most, why did he suddenly come out of the house, or when the day was almost bright, nothing really happened, right?"

I saw that on the table top of this hall, there was still an oil lamp lit, and the old man was holding on to the door frame and looking around, when suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the oil lamp was immediately extinguished.

"Old Zhangtou, are you at home? I am the old man in the alley next door! Do you remember me? The one who came to mend the pot last month on the eighteenth of the month?" the old man shouted into the house while the sky was already beginning to lighten.

I saw shouting for a long time, but there was no response, this old man had the courage to go in, and just crossed the threshold, he suddenly saw a shoe flying in, and was immediately hit in the right eye.

"Who is this? How can you trick your neighbors early in the morning? I'm here to mend the pot and bring you two pieces of silver, you can come out quickly!" Lao Wentou stood up with his eyes covered, and suddenly felt a cold sweat break out of his vest.

It turned out that behind him, he felt that something was hitting him, so he mustered up the courage to turn around, and ran out of the courtyard outside the house in fright.

Originally, on the beam in this room, a white cloth was hanging on Uncle Zhang's neck, swaying back and forth.

This old man was already full of fear in his heart at this moment, opened the door of this courtyard, and ran to the street with a loud shout.

"Then what you mean is that when you enter this house, the oil lamp is lit, but it is suddenly extinguished after you go in later, and you didn't see the hanging Uncle Zhang, who was hit in the eye with a shoe, and after standing up, he found the person who hanged himself behind his back, right?" Songbai touched his chin and summarized the old man's words.

"That's right, that's right, that's how it is, if you say that you hanged yourself, then I don't believe it, I suspect there must be something hidden in this?"

"Okay! Don't dislike this bit of scattered silver, wait for Uncle Zhang to catch the murderer behind the scenes, and then avenge him. Songbai took out the scattered silver taels from his bosom, put his hands in the hands of the old man, patted him on the shoulder, and sent them towards the gate of this courtyard.

I saw that the crowd dispersed one after another, and Lao Wentou put the silver two into his arms, carried the iron pot that was burned through on the ground, and walked in the direction of East Street.

Everyone had different opinions for a while, and before the case was solved, Lao Wentou got a reward, and everyone immediately started to talk about it.

"All the fathers and fellow villagers should go back, right? Zhang Boji has his own natural appearance, but he fainted temporarily, and when he wakes up, it will be the moment when the water comes out, thank you for your concern, let's disperse! Go your own way!" Songbai walked to the gate of this courtyard, bent down and clenched his fists and said to everyone.

In the face of this pine and cypress's words, no one was not surprised, and they talked all the way, and scattered in all directions.

Songbai instructed the guards guarding the door to cover the door back, and then he hurried into the hall, closed the door as well, and after whispering in his ear, he led everyone away.

At the third watch of the night, a dark shadow flashed on the roof, holding a steel knife in his hand, and ran away quickly on the roof.

The black-clothed masked man uncovered the roof tiles, took out a bamboo pipe from his arms, looked left and right, and looked around, and then blew out with a "poof", only to hear a muffled hum below, and after a while there was a woman's cry......