Chapter 172 Asylum from afar

"Can you help now?" Speaking of this, Ximen Qing has said everything he can say. If the attitude of the big teapot remains unchanged, the best way for Ximen Qing is to change someone to understand the situation, instead of continuing to fight on the big teapot. You know, 1,000 taels of silver should be enough to buy the hoodlums in Rouge Lane. Maybe it is more pleasant for the hoodlums to investigate than to ask the big teapot directly. After all, the relationship between the gangster and the hoodlums should be very close.

"Extra, I understand what you said. In fact, you are not here to investigate the death of the little man. What you want to investigate more is the murderer and arsonist in Mochou Hall. If so, I can really help." After the big teapot finished speaking, he leaned back slightly.

According to common sense, the big teapot should go out immediately and start the investigation. After all, the night is the busiest time for the brothel, and both the clerk and the servant should be present. Now this time is equivalent to the morning of ordinary shops. In Rouge Lane, day and night are turned upside down. Every day when night falls, it is the most lively time here. At this time, it should be the most convenient to start investigating who the good guy was. However, the big teapot did not move there, and it seemed to sit more calmly and firmly, which made Ximen Qing very confused.

"Sir, you may not know that the perpetrator has a certain* and may escape at any time. If you don't start to understand the situation immediately, you are likely to miss the best time. Instead of those innocent people who died under the blade of the devil and the people who want peace in Yanggu, please, can you start the investigation as soon as possible? Facing the big teapot that had agreed to assist him, Ximen Qing did not dare to push too tightly.

"Outside, you don't know anything. In fact, there is no need to investigate what you said. The big teapot gently put its hand on the table and tapped the table with its fingers. The sound of finger touching the table was crisp and pleasant. No, this sound should be purely tapping on the table with nails, which can show the calmness of the big teapot.

How could he be so calm? Could it be that Ximen Qing's heart had an ominous hunch. Has he spent too much time here? If someone has informed Wu Song since he entered the door, so far, Wu Song should have enough time to rush to Rouge Lane. I'm so stupid! Ximenqing simply wanted to slap himself in the face. How could I be so stupid? In the rouge alley where the killing and fire just occurred, how could Wu Song not send someone to tell the master of the nearby brothel that once any non-official person asked about the fire incident, he must report to the government in time. The room of the big teapot is so empty that you can hear the echo after knocking on the table several times. As long as you stand outside the window, what you say to him will be heard word for word. The person who reported the news has sufficient reasons to report to the government office in exchange for silver.

Shit, Ximenqing, Ximenqing, didn't expect that I thought I was smart, but now I'm in a trap. If Wu Song knew that I was also investigating the fire, he would definitely question my purpose and reason. Now think about it, at noon that day, there were so many people in Xijiang Tea House, and I'm afraid they would have spread what they had said to the street. Go up, with the intelligence search ability of Wu Song's position, I'm afraid he already knows that he wants to fight against him, so it's reasonable to find a reason to kill himself, not to mention that he has offended him several times before.

It's over, this time it's really over. It seems that my fight against Wu Song is indeed the confrontation between ants and elephants. Those dreams after victory only exist in the dreams of the stupidest people. When Ximenqing thought of this, he just felt cold all over. He collapsed on the chair without strength. When he looked at the big teapot, he did not have the spirit at the beginning.

"What's wrong with you? Your face suddenly turned so bad?" The big teapot seemed to notice the changes of Ximenqing and immediately asked with concern.

"Nothing." Ximenqing waved his hand and said, "Sir, I still respectfully call you sir. Your understanding of ' morality' is indeed different and admirable. I don't feel wronged by you to be sent to the government today. It's just that I think a knowledgeable and insightful person like you really shouldn't do humble work in a brothel. After you get the silver reward, maybe you should change to another place to start your life. When Ximenqing said this, his heart felt empty. This is what he had expected for a long time, and he even thought about what to say when everything was about to end. This kind of dialogue is as pure as what the hero in his dream said. Of course, he didn't expect that his ending would come so early.

"Outside, what did you say?" The big teapot scratched its head, which was a little puzzled. Sending to the government? Why should I send you to the government? You were killed and set on fire. On the contrary, you still want to punish the murderer. You are a good man. I only respect people like you and dare not offend them at all. How can I send you back to the government?

The words of the big teapot made Ximen Qing a little surprised. Ximen Qing couldn't believe all this. After all, he had just prepared everything and even said the lines he had prepared for a long time. After the fire in Mochouguan, the government, oh no, it should be said that Wu Songwudu, did not tell you that if any non-officials come to inquire about the fire, you must immediately report it to the government? Ximenqing's ending was very high. He felt that Wu Song would not miss anything like this.

"Yes." The big teapot answered immediately. And this does not require the government's instructions. After the case, the murderer may come back to see the results, which is known by everyone on Rouge Lane. After all, when this happens on this street, everyone can still be consistent with the outside world. But this is a reasonable investigation. I have asked you repeatedly just now. You can't be the murderer, and it is impossible for the murderer to ask such a question. If you are the murderer, you have told me too much just now. Unless you kill me after this, or one day, you will be caught. And even if you kill me, so many people in the Shuixie Pavilion have seen someone coming to me tonight, and you are still doomed. The words of the big teapot stopped for a moment, and then showed a worried look. As for Wu Song, who just said, I have heard a lot of his heroic deeds, but what he has done in the fire of Mochou Hall is very admirable. Since the fire broke out, he has not been to Rouge Lane in person. Even if we are a dirty place, but such a big thing has happened, he should condescend to have a look. This incident should also cause a lot of dissatisfaction on Rouge Lane. Of course, maybe he happened to have something and won't come, but he can send others to do it. After the fire, the officials of the county government only symbolically asked the people around him and did not send anyone to do a second investigation. Four or five days have passed, and now there is not even a lie. It's like we have become a forgotten corner. Alas." The big teapot sighed and continued, "So a person like you appeared and wanted to stand up for us in Rouge Lane to investigate this murder and arson case. How can I sue any official? If you can find out the truth of the matter, I think you are more suitable to be the head of our Yanggu. I dare to say this to anyone.

"Then you just..." It was not until then that Ximenqing felt the cold sweat flowing down his neck.

"Oh, I just questioned the outside staff just to find out your true intentions. Please don't be surprised." The tone of the big teapot is very sorry.

"I'm not talking about this, I mean you just said that this matter no longer needs to be investigated. What does this mean?" This is the answer that Ximen Qing is eager to know.

"Oh, that's what the staff asked. That may be the misunderstanding caused by the staff." The big teapot nodded slightly. At the beginning, I wanted to ask who the young man was, his specific information, such as his name, place of origin, life relationship, etc. I really don't know these things. People have died, and there are many people similar to Shuixie Pavilion. It's really difficult to understand if you say that this suddenly died outside. But later I understood that it was much easier for you to ask about the living woman than the dead little man. I don't know the little man, but I know the sister of Mochou Hall who has thought about with the little man of Shuixie Pavilion. The big teapot explains.

That kiln sister! That woman! Ximen Qing suddenly figured out why the woman left the word water pavilion on the saddle, which must be because someone in the pavilion knew her. I also blamed myself for pulling a lot of questions about the dead boy in order to speak easily. However, it still needs to be confirmed whether the woman who writes is the same person as the "Sister Kiln" in the mouth of the big teapot.

"I want to know, that woman... I mean, the prostitute you just mentioned, is she still alive? Did she escape the fire in Mochou Hall? Ximenqing asked eagerly, after all, the dead can no longer speak.

"Of course I'm alive. Speaking of which, it is also this person's ancestors who accumulated virtue and got lucky to avoid a disaster. On the afternoon of November 15, a * guest came to Mochou Hall. It is said that the woman alone ordered six, but it may be that the prostitute was scratched by the maid when she was hanging out with the maid. As a result, the * guest was not full and slapped her in the face and beat her out. When she encountered this kind of thing, of course, the woman felt wronged, so she came to the runway and cried with her. When she came to the water pavilion, I happened to be there. When I saw her crying and her face was swollen, I asked a few more questions, and she just followed me. After that, I didn't see this person, but that night, people in Yanggu County basically went to see the red comet, so there were no guests coming to Rouge Lane. According to the rules of the brothel, this kind of broken prostitute could be raised with silver, so she had no reason to go back to the Mochou Hall and there was a fire. At that time, she should still be in the water pavilion, because I seemed to have heard other people's comments that she had escaped the disaster..." The big teapot said to himself. During the process of his story, he kept making memories, as if he wanted to express what happened that night as clearly as possible to Simon Qing.

At this time, Ximen Qing, although sitting in a chair, was ecstatic. If you say so, all the evidence can form a chain. The murderer must be Wuda. The direction of my investigation is not wrong. I can rely on this matter to discredit the Wu brothers, go to prison, and be scolded by thousands of people. I can become the hero of the whole Yanggu. My name will be called by all women in my dreams.

"So where is she now?" Ximen Qing couldn't wait to interrupt the big teapot. He didn't need too much narration. The only thing he needed now was the surviving woman to stand up and correct it. Ximen Qing wanted her to tell everyone that Wu Da was the murderer that night and a demon who killed people.

"This..." The big teapot was silent for a moment, as if thinking: "Can you be sure that she is the person you are looking for? Do you have any evidence?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Credential..." Credential!? What evidence can this have? It's really a step-by-step to talk to this big teapot. Suddenly, Ximenqing felt that although the rest of his body had become cold because of the tension just now and the excitement now, there was a part in his waist and abdomen, but it was hot. It was the lime bag just now. After getting off the sedan chair, it was casually tacked on the waist by Ximen Qing. Ximenqing thought of this and took out the lime bag and put it on the table. This is the evidence!" He said in his most affirmative words.

The big teapot took the bag and pinched it in his hand. Well, it's hot. It seems that lime is added water. I admit that that woman is indeed used to putting such lime bags on her body, but I can also tell you that most of the women in the pavilion do this. This is a method from the Western Regions. When the weather is cold there, women will put this kind of bag on their bodies to warm up. The kiln sister who is good with Shuixie Pavilion always comes here, so she also knows this method, which does not prove that the woman you are looking for is her. Or, you have to say one, her unique usage and habits of this bag before she can trust you. The big teapot put the bag back on the table.

"I also know this." Ximenqing was a little lucky. If he didn't get the lime bag and understand the key usage of the lime bag, Ximenqing would have been embarrassed. Fortunately, these "If" did not exist. This woman likes to put small holes on the surface of the bag, which can be patterns or reverse words, and then pat others. In this way, patterns and words can appear on others, as if they were written with lime. Sir, am I right?" At this time, Ximen Qing was already winning.

"Not bad. This girl does have the habit of doing these pranks. Looking at the words on other people's bodies, I hid in the dark and smiled happily. When the big teapot spoke, there was some silence. Ximen Qing also noticed that the name of the prostitute in the big teapot has also changed from "sister kiln" to "girl". This emotional change is also like Ximen Qing conveying that the big teapot has an extraordinary relationship with the survivors of Mochou Hall.

The big teapot, which was silent for a moment, suddenly said, "I know the whereabouts of this girl, and I can tell you now. But you have to tell me, do you have any other evidence to testify to the murderous demon besides her testimony?

evidence! Evidence? If there was evidence, how could Ximen Qing come to Rouge Lane alone to do such an illusory investigation? When Ximen Qing looked at the big teapot again, he saw the big teapot staring at himself attentively, full of expectations. However, Ximen Qing knew that the big teapot was very smart. If he had evidence, he would definitely ask in detail. On this issue, it was better to tell the truth, otherwise the hard-won trust would collapse in an instant.

Ximenqing shook his head slowly: "No, sir, I have no other evidence. I finally found this through some illusory guidance and got the witness. Ximenqing was very concerned about the expression of concern about the big teapot, so he added later: "But I will definitely Try my best to find other evidence. I believe that with the help of the survivor, everything will become easier..."

"No!" The big teapot interrupted Ximenqing's words and patted the case at the same time. His palm collided with the table fiercely. The sound made the whole room seem to shake, and there was a little cracking sound from the table. This sudden slap shocked Simon Qing. When he looked at the big teapot again, there were already some tears in his eyes.

"Sir, what are you?" Ximenqing was puzzled. He couldn't understand why the big teapot cared so much about the woman's safety. After all, the woman was just a lowly prostitute. Their lives didn't even care about themselves. How could others take it first?

"Extra, I believe what you said, but would you please find other evidence before meeting with the fan ID card? I beg you." After saying that, the big teapot suddenly knelt to the ground and kowtowed several times to Ximen Qing.

Ximenqing hurriedly got up to meet each other. Sir, but, I don't understand, she's just a prostitute..." Ximen Qing almost instinctively asked this sentence. After asking, he regretted it.

"She is indeed a prostitute." The big teapot kneeling on the ground choked: "But she... is also my daughter."