The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

Tang Zhongbai's eyes darkened. He reached out to take the note he handed over, unfolded it and looked at it in the light.

There was only one line of crooked words on the note, "The revenge of my loved ones has been achieved, and I feel guilty towards my master and will die in vain."

After Tang Zhongbai and Hu Yu looked at each other, they asked Tang Si to take him to where the chef lived.

Jiang Muxia glanced at the two people kneeling on the ground and said, "You two should get up and go back to the yard first."

Without waiting for their reaction, she followed Tang Zhongbai and left Qiufeng Courtyard.

The main room of Guizhi Courtyard was brightly lit.

Liu Ying dismissed the servants in the room and asked Tang Shiyan, "You handed such a big case to your son. Aren't you afraid that he will be retaliated against?"

Tang Shiyan took a sip of tea and sighed, "Do you think that if you let him stay out of it, others won't attack him? The case at Qinghuanju yesterday was aimed at the two of them. Now they are staying in the county town, and we are backing them up. If they return to Suanzao County, they will have to fight alone!"

Liu Ying lowered her eyes slightly, with a look of worry on her face. She was silent for a long time before she spoke slowly, "What do you think about our family with all the wealth and power? If we let the second son come back to live with us as a rich and idle person..."

Before she finished her words, she was interrupted by Tang Shiyan, "You'd better stop thinking about this. Regardless of whether the second son agrees to be a prostitute, he always puts his wife first. What will he think if you let him watch his wife's career flourish? I'm afraid your son will live in inferiority for the rest of his life and won't be able to hold his head up in front of his wife."

"But this case is obviously aimed at you. The purpose is to sow discord between the Lou family and us. If my son can't find out the truth, the Lou family will have something to hold against you."

"Don't worry, Hu Yu is here. This time, none of those people can hide, and we must uproot them all." Tang Shiyan narrowed his eyes and slammed the table hard. The tea in the cup was shaken out, wetting half of the table.

The night was as dark as ink, and the dim light from the lantern held by the guide in front of them showed the way forward. The wind outside was getting stronger, carrying a little moisture and the scent of flowers, blowing towards the people who were walking quickly towards the row of houses behind the kitchen.

The chef's door was not closed. He lived alone in this room. The furnishings in the room were simple, with a bed, a cabinet, a table, and a wooden shelf at the door with a few dirty clothes on it.

Looking around, the house was very clean.

The chef is a clean person who is organized and clean.

He lay peacefully on the bed, without a trace of pain on his face, covered with a quilt, as if he was sleeping soundly in a dream.

Two servants, about fifteen or sixteen years old, were kneeling beside the bed. It looked like they had been crying for a while, their eyes were red and swollen and their faces were sad. Now they were just sobbing and could no longer cry.

"They are the chef's apprentices. I was the one who woke them up." Tang Si said, raising his voice and saying to the two of them, "You two should go out first."

"Wait." Jiang Muxia stopped them.

The two of them helped each other to stand up and looked up at her.

"You are his disciples, so you must know him very well. Do you know who else is in his family? In his suicide note, he said he was avenging his loved ones. Do you know who this loved one is? What hatred do they have with Madam Lou?" Jiang Muxia asked. The slightly taller servant sniffed and said, "I heard from Master. His sister was sold to the Cao family, and later went to the Lou family as Madam Lou's dowry maid. Master has visited the Lou family many times, and every time he came back, he was depressed and kept drinking. Master's temper was very bad at this time, and we didn't dare to ask him. About three months ago, one day Master came back at dawn, he was dirty and his eyes were red. He kept sharpening the kitchen knife when he came back, and he disappeared before the meal was cooked that day. It was the Third Young Master who brought him back when it was almost dark, and everyone in the mansion knew about this."

"That's right. At that time, the Third Young Master scolded him for being brainless and acting rashly. He told him to go to the government office to file a complaint if he felt wronged, and not to bring bad reputation to the Tang family because of his personal behavior. Master didn't go to file a complaint, but just drank more frequently. From his drunken talk, I learned that his sister was beaten to death by Madam Lou. He went to the house to talk, but the Lou family beat him up. Fortunately, the Third Young Master who passed by saw him and brought him back, otherwise..."

The two men burst into tears again, and knelt down in front of them with a plop, "Master, my master died unjustly, can you please let us bury him properly? Instead of sending his body to the Lou family to be humiliated."

Tang Zhongbai sighed and said, "You guys get up first. The whole matter has not been fully investigated yet. Let's find out the cause of your master's death before making any plans."

"Thank you, sir." The two men got up from the ground, bowed deeply to them and left the house.

When they reached the door of the house, Tang Zhongbai suddenly said, "No matter what, your master is a member of the Tang family. I will not let him die in vain."

"Yes." The two of them were shocked, and their voices became louder, as if they were confident.

Hu Yu has stepped forward to start the autopsy for the chef, and Tang Si is beside him, helping him.

After a moment, Hu Yu stopped, stood up straight and raised his head, and said after careful consideration: "He was poisoned by the same poison as Cao. But there is one thing I can't figure out."

Tang Zhongbai asked: "What?"

"Tell me, even if a normal person drank the poison himself, can he keep such a calm expression when the poison takes effect? ​​You have to know that when the poison attacks, it will feel like a knife is stabbing all the internal organs. How can he keep such a peaceful expression? Even if he is a man of strong will, it is impossible. But I searched his body and found no wounds. It's very strange."

Tang Zhongzhe frowned and blurted out, "You mean, was it murdered?"

Hu Yu was uncertain and shook his head. "I dare not jump to conclusions, but I am sure that his death is not as simple as it seems."

The room fell silent, and no one knew where to find a breakthrough.

"How about we check his hair to see if there's anything unusual?" Jiang Muxia suddenly said, "I heard that someone used a long needle or nail to drive into a person's head. This method of killing is secretive and can help people escape the law."

Hu Yu was stunned for a moment, then quickly returned to the bed, "Tang Si, help me turn up the light."

He spread the chef's hair and examined it from the back of his head.

Everyone held up lamps and watched him intently as he searched the chef's head inch by inch. Suddenly, his hands stopped.

He looked up at Tang Zhongbai with surprise in his eyes, "Found it."

He squeezed the needle in his hand hard and pulled it out, and a long, thin needle appeared in front of everyone.

Jiang Pizi shouted, "Fuck, who made such a long needle?"

Tang Zhongbai and Jiang Muxia looked at each other. They were very familiar with this long needle.

The two said in unison: "The remnants of King Ling."