Chapter 1069

No one spoke.

Li Cheng understood the meaning, narrowed his eyes and said, "so the murderer was a man who had a holiday with him and hated them."

bingo!

Lord Zhuo got this reminder and quickly ordered: "come on, go and investigate immediately. Who has had a festival with Wang Jun and Zhao Zhuang'er? And hate them to the bone. As long as you find suspicious people, immediately bring them to the Yamen for questioning. It's better to catch the wrong one than let one go."

Full of deterrence!

Seven or eight constables took their lives and hurried.

Now the scope is reduced, and we will catch the murderer as soon as possible.

Lord Zhuo's heart was finally relieved.

Because as soon as the case is concluded, Cheng Shizi leaves, and his heart doesn't have to hang all the time.

"Mr. Ji, if this case can be concluded, you can't fail. I'll reward and punish you clearly. I won't treat you badly."

Ji Yunshu arched his hand: "the case has not been completely found out. Your Excellency said this a little early."

"No sooner or later, as long as we find the person who has a grudge against the dead and conduct another investigation, we will be able to find the murderer."

"If only it were so simple."

"What do you mean?"

Ji Yunshu said, "please be convenient. I want to see Song Zhi in prison."

"Huh?" Lord Zhuo was puzzled. "What did you see him do? Song Zhi's confessions have been read to you and written on them without dropping a word."

"I have something else to ask him myself."

……

On the other side, in the inn.

Li Wenshu is reading in the house. There is a burning incense in the censer at hand.

The fragrance filled the room, refreshing.

It makes people more stable.

She has liked reading since she was a child. Once she reads it, she is easily fascinated.

No interruptions.

But the sound of waving a sword came out of the window!

It made her feel very uncomfortable.

The book is getting more and more boring.

Simply put down the book, go to the window, push the window and look down.

Look who the "culprit" is?

I saw a man practicing sword in the backyard of the inn.

The body is flexible, the steps are powerful, and the long black sword in the hand crosses several complete arcs in the air like a flowing cloud.

The white light on the edge of the sword dissipated like a meteor chasing the tail

The man's sword dance looks very attractive.

Although he is not a very handsome man, he has been running around in the Jianghu all the year round and living on the Xisai grassland for so many years, so that his eyes are cold and fierce, showing that strangers are not allowed to enter, but it makes people feel a sense of security.

This man is no one else.

It's white!

Li Wenshu's hand on the windowsill could not help tightening.

My heart also jumped a few times.

Then he went out of the door and headed for the backyard.

When Baiyin sees her coming, the movement in her hand immediately stops, puts the long sword into the scabbard and is ready to go.

"Young master, stay!" Li Wenshu stopped him.

Bai Yin hears the sound, steps, looks back at her and asks, "what's the matter, girl?"

"Thank you for your help yesterday."

"Little things!"

"My name is Li Wenshu. I don't know your name?"

Bai Yin saw her sitting with Li Cheng this morning. Li Cheng also called her sister.

It can be seen that the two are brothers and sisters!

He didn't like Li Cheng and didn't like Li Wenshu much.

But other women asked. He was a big man. If he didn't answer, he would be stingy.

He replied, "Bai Yin."

"Bai Yin?" Li Wenshu said softly.

"If the girl is all right, I'll go first."

"Wait."

Baiyin turns her back.

Li Wenshu looked at the back and stopped talking.

Without her talking, Baiyin left.

He walked so fast that he disappeared after turning a corner.

Li Wenshu looked complex, and her hands were tightly twisted in the skirt.

Standing in place for a long time

In the cell at this time.

Song Zhi sat on a straw mat in prison, looking calm.

With chains in his hands,

He grabbed a wet straw and turned it several times on his fingertips.

Then he poked it gently on the ground.

I don't know what I'm writing?

Since he was locked in, he was very quiet and didn't mean to struggle at all.

I can't see any fear in my eyes!

In fact, it's good to close in. At least you don't have to worry about three meals a day. If you're at home, you probably can't boil the pot.

He even had a more wonderful idea. If the Yamen gave him a case table and prepared four treasures of study, he would rather write in prison all his life than go out.

After all, you can eat three meals!

I don't know how long later, he gently put down the straw in his hand.

On the ground, there is a line of very beautiful handwriting - sad, singing and walking.

He smiled and felt that he had written these seven words very well!

I like it.

He breathed deeply and looked up at the narrow window above his head.

The light came in and sprinkled on his handsome face.

With a cold wind, it's very comfortable.

"Confucius, Mencius and sages, what about you?"

At the last word, he dragged a long sound.

Sigh deeply.

At this time——

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside the cell.

From far to near, he stopped outside his cell.

He didn't look back, but asked faintly, "but the time has come?"

But noon has passed. It's tomorrow to behead.

The man behind responded to him: "the case has not been decided yet. It's not time for you to behead."

Huh?

He heard some familiar voices, slowly turned to look, and met Ji Yunshu's eyes.

"Is that you?"

"Who else does Prince song think it is?"

Song Zhi got up from the ground and went to the stake. He smiled awkwardly: "Song thought it was an official who wanted to escort me to the entrance of the vegetable market."

This scholar!

Ji Yunshu asked, "are you really not afraid of death?"

"Afraid!" He said, "but people die!"

Ji Yunshu thinks this person is really interesting.

It's a good thing to make friends with this person.

She said: "I admire the spirit of Prince song."

"Speak again, speak again!" He smiled and asked, "but you already know who the skeleton is?"

"It has been found out."

"Is it really Wang Jun?"

Ji Yunshu nodded and told him everything.

Song Zhi was surprised!

"How could it be such a sad story?" He sighed, felt very sorry, and asked, "is that childe coming to prison..."

Ji Yunshu said, "because I have something to ask you."

"You ask, as long as I know, I will tell you."

"It's about the play of ghost mother burying husband!"

"Huh?" Song Zhi is confused.

Ji Yunshu did not beat around the bush with him, but directly said, "you wrote the play. When you wrote it, Wang Jun was not dead, but the story coincided with Wang Jun's experience, as if it was written for him. “

”What do you mean? "I want to know, how did you write the story in this play book? “