Chapter 212

When Jiang Cheng talked about it, he might not have separated from his previous mood, and his tone was a little excited.

But he spoke clearly, Jun Yuwan and Xiao Jinshao roughly understood the context.

Seven days ago, in an alley in the Southern District of Beijing, a beggar was chased and beaten for stealing a steamed bun from the owner of a steamed bun stall. He ran into a narrow and remote alley in a hurry.

At that time, it was evening. It was dark and the alley was dark. He couldn't see the road clearly and didn't have time to see it. The boss was chasing him with a broom behind him, scolding him as he chased.

The beggar was careless. He tripped over something and fell on all fours.

When the boss saw him fall, he said with a grim smile: "you... You run again! I have to give you some color today

He was so tired that he tried to whip him with his broom.

As a result, before the broom fell, the beggar suddenly cried out, "ah! People, people -- "

The boss was startled by his scream, "what are you crying about? Who is it? I haven't hit you yet! Don't do that! "

The beggar turned a deaf ear to his words. He held on the ground with one hand, but he didn't know what he touched with the other hand. He felt two more hands in a daze. His hands were cold, but he could tell that it was a person! dead person!

The beggar was stiff for a moment. He didn't know where the strength came from. He stumbled up and grabbed the boss's hand. "Here, there's a dead man!"

The boss didn't believe it at first. He was dragged by the beggar and touched twice. He was so scared.

"How can there be dead people? Who is so wicked? "

The boss put down his broom, leaned against the wall and calmed down. He said to the beggar, "go and report to the official!"

The beggar hesitated, "I --"

The boss glared: "if you don't go, I'll kill you now! When we come here, all the people outside see us. If we leave like this, we'll be found one day. We'll have eight mouths, but we can't tell! "

The beggar also thought that it was close to Dali temple, so he went.

In the absence of the Minister of Dali temple, Jiang Yi, the Minister of Dali temple, happened to be in charge of the case.

He took the Yamen servant with the beggar to see the scene and carried the people out of the alley.

The torch of the Yamen officer illuminated the face of the dead. Although she was blue and purple with cold, from the outline of her facial features, the woman should have been a beauty.

When he went to the autopsy, he looked at both sides and frowned: "my Lord, it seems that the deceased had been raped before he died. There are traces of resistance on his body. The fatal wound is his neck. He should have been strangled."

For many years, he had never seen a corpse, but he still felt pity for such a young girl who died so miserably.

Jiang Yi glanced at it and felt that it was bad luck, but when the case was handed over to Dali temple, he couldn't just sit by and ignore it. "Come on, take her back, put up a notice and let her family claim it. Find out if anyone in the neighborhood has seen her

Then he swung his sleeve and left.

When the beggars and the owners of the steamed bun shop see that they have nothing to do with themselves, they should do what they want.

It seems that this matter is very simple, and Jiang Yi didn't care at first. One day later, the woman's parents came to claim it and cried at the gate of Dali temple. They were heartbroken and the people passing by didn't know. So they really thought they were very sad.

Until someone came to Dali temple.