Dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty, I was working as a detective in Chang'an

Wang Chuangbei looked at the fat young man in front of him. Did he think he was sick? Who would use the 10 taels of silver he earned in one night without blinking an eye, just for a word?

He is definitely here to cause trouble! Such people cannot be kept.

Wang Chuangbei asked with a gloomy face:

"Then what if you lose?"

"On condition you open."

Wang Chuangbei Road:

"To kill you!"

The fat man showed no fear on his face. He didn't even look at Wang Chuangbei and said:

"Come on, let's decide the outcome."

"it is good!"

At this time, the fat man's left eye slowly turned into a golden pupil. Wang Chuangbei suddenly had fear in his eyes and said:

"Wait, are you a boy from the Zheng family?"

Fatty said:

"Yes."

Wang Chuangbei shook his head dejectedly and said:

"Do we still need to gamble in that round? Tell me, what do you want to know?"

"Did you kill Chen Ping?"

"No."

"How did Chen Ping die?"

"After being killed, the body was set on fire and burned to eliminate traces."

"Are you there?"

"No."

"Then how do you know?"

"As for other questions, I can't comment on this one. No one can force me to say what I don't want to say."

"Okay, who killed Chen Ping and his wife?"

"Deng Shaoxing."

"Why kill?"

"He knew something he wasn't supposed to know."

"what's up?"

"No comment."

"Where are the bodies of Chen Ping and his wife?"

"do not know."

"Did you kill Li Zixing? The murderer has your Fengtang bronze medal."

"No, people from Fengtang never care about killing people. This is a frame-up."

This is what Wang Chuangbei knows, because everyone knows that he does bad things, but he never lies.

Wang Chuangbei stood up slowly and walked to Zheng Xiaodong's side.

"Young man, I advise you to stop. This lawsuit can't be investigated any longer. Even if you catch Deng Shaoxing, what will happen? He just goes to jail for a few days and has to be fed and fed. Does it make sense to let it go again after two days?"

"A murder must be paid with a life, and a debt must be paid with money. If he really kills someone, he must pay with his life."

"Do you know how big the umbrella is behind him to protect him from the wind and rain? How big a wave can your small act make? Considering the life your father saved back then, I will not kill you today, but if you are Others, you are now a dead soul under my sword."

"No matter how big the umbrella is behind him, I will poke a hole in the umbrella to let the sun shine in!"

"You can leave before I change."

The fat man strode out of the gambling house. He saw that the east had turned white, and a blazing sun was rising slowly.

When we came back from Wang Chuangbei, we heard shocking news: Deng Shaoxing surrendered!

At this moment, Deng Shaoxing was being held in a prison in Chang'an County, eating steamed buns and pickles sent by the jailer.

He ate with gusto and very carefully. He even picked up the bits of cornstarch that fell on his collar and put them into his mouth.

The Deng Shaoxing in front of him was a skinny man, as if he had been reincarnated by a starving ghost. He was so thin that he was reduced to a bolt of lightning.

"Deng Shaoxing, you are really good. You are a big pawnshop owner and can eat steamed buns and pickles."

"This is the magic weapon that allows me to live until now. I can eat and endure without eating. I can make delicacies from the mountains and seas, and I can swallow pickled vegetables. Isn't this the only meal that people live for."

"Why do you kill people if you only want three meals?"

"Because he won't let me eat properly."

"why?"

"Tell me how you killed someone."

Deng Shaoxing moved his shackles, changed into a position that made him more comfortable, and said:

"That day, I invited a few guests to dinner. When they ate the mutton in the water basin, I found that the mutton was not cooked at the right temperature. It was too simmered and had no chew. I asked them to make a new one. At this time, the stove stopped working. , he said that people around him for hundreds of miles knew about his craftsmanship. What famous chefs pay attention to is the heat. He said that I was picky, and I deliberately wanted to ruin his reputation.

Of course I quit and argued with him. Unexpectedly, this guy wanted to drive us away, which made me feel very embarrassed. If someone ruins a person's mood while eating, should the person who ruined him die? "

"You killed someone just for this? Do you think we are all fools?"

"Believe it or not, I've already explained everything. I have a farewell drink before I die. Can I have an extra piece of peppercorn chicken? After eating this dish, I won't have any regrets on the road."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and said no more words.

He killed his whole family and set fire to destroy all the evidence of his crime just for the sake of not having a comfortable meal. Even a three-year-old child would not believe this reason.

Why is he so calm? Are you resigned to death or are you so confident that we can't touch him at all?