Grandpa is such a bunny

The government offices in Luo'an City were burned to the ground, but the dungeons were not affected at all. They were still damp, dark, and gloomy, and they dutifully made every prisoner who came here terrified.

The master was standing by the narrow road, facing the prison door, holding a handful of heavy files, and carefully watching the small mung bean-sized candle behind him.

"Why are you watching here?" Du Yun said, "It's weird."

The master said, "There is atmosphere."

Du Yun, "..."

What kind of atmosphere, do you need to create a creepy atmosphere when watching murders? What kind of hobby.

Tubo asked, "Have you found it?"

The master said, "In the past ten years, there were 130 drowning cases in Luo'an City, of which 67 were accidental cases, and 980 drowned victims were unknown, and no one has claimed them yet. The remaining [-] More than five hundred miles, [-] happened eight to ten years ago. It was because five counties and ten cities were flooded at that time, causing a large number of people to die. After Mr. Du took office and implemented the law of afforestation and flood prevention, the number of such incidents dropped to half. So there are The problems and grievances may be in the last five hundred cases."

Du Yun was stunned by his series of counting, and gave the master an unreserved admiration and amazement. The latter gave him a dry look, and said without expression, "Is there anything you want?"

Tubo stroked his chin, "Do you know how many men drowned in these five hundred incidents?"

The master held the heavy file firmly on his thin arm, and turned a page, "110 [-]." He paused for a moment, then added calmly, "There are not too many women who can swim."

Tubo nodded, thought for a while, and said, "But the drowned person is a man, taller, who practiced martial arts all the year round, the cause of death is very strange, the death is miserable, there is obvious grievance, and there is that kind of violent personality Relatives have come to the government to make trouble."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and asked the person beside him, "Is there anything else to add to Qianfan?"

Qian Fan lowered his eyes and slowly flicked the Buddhist beads in his hand, "The family background is unusual, maybe it is a high-ranking official or a scholarly family, or a Taoist family." Seeing that Tubo raised his eyebrows, he explained, "The ghost control technique It is ancient and complicated, and it is accessible to ordinary people."

The corners of Tubo's lips curled up slightly, "Yes, I forgot this one. Master, is there such a case in Luo'an City?"

What the two of them said was accurate, the master thought for a while, and then gave the answer, "Nothing."

The oil lamp popped, and two or three sparks jumped out. There were nearly three thousand drowning cases, but there was nothing he wanted. Tubo, who should have been depressed, suddenly flashed a strange light in his eyes, reflecting the oil lamp behind him. Like two bonfires burning in the middle of the night, he said, "I guess there will be."

Du Yun was puzzled and asked, "How do you explain this?"

Tubo stared at the winding and narrow path of the dungeon, and his eyes seemed to have passed through countless wooden gates and landed on one of them.

"Old Du, Xiangxiang's father, Xu Benchang, came to Luo'an City from Youzhou thousands of miles ago seven years ago. He said he went to his relatives but he never found them. What kind of relatives haven't been found in the past seven years? This can only explain one problem. It's just an excuse. As far as I know, Xu Benchang has no relatives or reason in Luo'an, and Weicheng of Youzhou belongs to a large state, which is not inferior to Luo'an in terms of geography and economy. It is impossible to leave his hometown alone because he admires the prosperity of Luo'an If you have to find an excuse for his behavior when you come here to settle down, it is that he provoked something in Weicheng, Youzhou, and offended someone, and fled to Luo'an, which is [-] kilometers away, to avoid disaster."

Du Yun nodded, "There is evidence, you continue to talk."

Tubo, "If it is as expected, Xiao Sun and the others will find that after counting the list of corpse poisons, because the corpse poison is easy to detox, the people in the city who were accidentally injured by the corpse poison have lived in peace after they stopped lighting candles according to the adults' request." It's over, no one died or suffered pain because of this poison. This is the so-called "Ghosts have their own debts". The ghosts left in the world by their obsessions will only seek revenge from those who killed them in their lifetime. Now, The two most harmed by this water ghost are Xu Benchang and He Qiang."

"Xiangxiang, Xiaoshitou and the water ghost won't have anything to do with each other. Now only these two couples are left. The most painful thing is to torture them." Tubo turned to look at Qianfan, " If you and I guessed correctly, the water ghost should be related to Xu Benchang's escape from Weicheng, Youzhou seven years ago, so there is no match in the file of the drowning case in Luo'an City. My lord, immediately write a borrowing letter and send it to Weicheng, Youzhou Prefect, pull out the dossiers related to Weicheng and Xu Benchang in Youzhou seven years ago, and the truth of that year will be revealed."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Du Yun retracted his sleeves, showing a bit of the air of the leader of Luo'an City, he took two steps outside, then turned his head and said, "Then you have more to say A question, what is it?"

Tu Bai raised his eyebrows, "Since you want to know so much, I'll treat it as if you owe the money for the morning meal first." He straightened the collar of the arresting robe, and gave him an expression of "Brother Tu is so easy to talk to", "We found out that someone has been following me and Qianfan since I found out about Xiangxiang."

Hearing this, Du Yun was startled, "Who? Did you get caught, did you fight, did you get injured?"

Because of the last sentence, Tubo settled the debt owed by Du Yun in his heart, "No, it's been hanging around. My lord, if Xiangxiang's accident was not an accident, do you think it's just a ghost with no substance? Can you kill people in broad daylight for revenge, and disturb the whole city without daring to light candles all night?"

Du Yun's pupils shrank, "You mean, someone is helping it, no, someone is manipulating this ghost to kill and take revenge?"

Tubo was noncommittal, staring at the winding and dark corridor of the dungeon, with his arms folded, "The person who controls this ghost should be his relative or lover, someone who is close and trustworthy. He has asked the yamen for the result many times. Asked to find out the truth, but due to some reasons he couldn't be innocent. The human world couldn't get it, so he chose the ghost way, hid his power and bide his time for seven years, and didn't reappear in the world until he was able to revenge. This person is gloomy, silent, low-key, and cold. "

Du Yun waved his sleeves and brought up the business, and he became a righteous and awe-inspiring parent officer who loved the people like a son, "If there is such a person, then the deaths of Xiangxiang and Xiao Shitou have nothing to do with him. Order, search for such people throughout the city."

The master and Du Yun left the dungeon one after another. In the dark prison, the dim oil lamp danced without wind, and a large black shadow was reflected on the dirt wall.

Standing in front of the coachman's cell, Tubo asked a few questions, and the answers he got were still as written in the testimony—'He didn't mean it, the cargo horse was startled suddenly', 'He tried his best to hold the carriage', etc. wait.

The coachman was a dry and thin middle-aged man, his face was full of dimples, his eyes shone dodgyly from the sunken facial features, he crouched in front of the prison, separated from Tubo by a wooden gate, startled and overwhelmed Shouted in fear, "My lord, I've said it all. The horse was really startled suddenly. Please help me to ask the magistrate not to sentence the villain to death. The villain still has a three-year-old child to raise. How could he kill someone intentionally. "

Tubo knelt down on one knee, touched the old wooden gate, and said, "The batch of timber pulled by your carriage is worth a lot of money, right? It's quite a lot."

The coachman was stunned, and nodded quickly, "It's worth a lot of money. It's all precious wood, which is very rare. The villain's family relies on sending this wood to make a living. The owner is generous and even gave a deposit first. Master, you must be sure." If you want to help the villain, the villain can't die."

"It's easy to talk about. By the way, so much wood, do you deliver it by yourself? This owner has a big heart. I remember you said that the journey is quite long, and the price of the goods is not low."

The coachman froze for a moment, and he held the hand that was hanging under the hay, his eyes flickered, Qian Fan looked down at him, and caught the flickering fear in his eyes.

"There is another one. He had diarrhea on the way, so I let him go back first."

Tubo nodded understandingly, thought of something, and said with a painful face, "There is another problem, your goods crushed people to death, even if you are finally let out, the goods cannot be given away, this is physical evidence, and it must be collected For the record of the government, your employer won’t fine you, it’s a lot of money.”

Hearing the words to let you out, the coachman was obviously relieved. Seeing Tubo's concerned face, he waved his hand indifferently, "No, there is a contract signed, and accidents cannot be regarded as our fault."

Tu Bai let out a long cry, and the straw mozi who slapped off the corner of his robe stood up, turned his head and said to Qian Fan, "I'm done asking, let's go."

Qian Fan nodded. He was originally standing in the dark, but now he came out. The coachman in the prison saw him, knelt down on the ground, put away his erratic expression, and kowtowed respectfully. He looked like a devout man with some faith. , "Master, please bless the villain safe and sound. When the villain goes out, he must go to the temple to burn incense and lick oil money, Amitabha."

The light in the prison was dim, and thick and colorful shadows fell on Qian Fan's face, outlining his gentle and elegant face with sharp edges and corners, which was gratuitous and somewhat cold.

He looked down at the coachman, "If you lose your heart, you should repent immediately. If your kind heart is not disturbed, the Buddha can cross it by itself. Donor, can you be kind, sincere, and have a clear conscience?"

The carriage driver stopped kowtowing, and raised his head to look at Qian Fan. The monk in front of him dragged his green robes to the ground, his expression was compassionate and calm, his eyes were clear and clear, as if he had insight into the world, and he peeled off the lies and sins wrapped around him indifferently but dignifiedly. open.

Qian Fan stepped forward, "Benefactor, can you answer the poor monk?"

The coachman's expression was stiff, and he wanted to refute with a smile, but he tried several times but failed. An invisible coercion pressed his shoulders, making him unable to even lift his head. He could deceive people. Can you deceive the gods and Buddhas he kowtows and burns incense to worship? Can the Buddha cross the people who can cross him?Thinking of this, his hands hanging on the corners of his clothes trembled, his eyes filled with fear.

At this moment, the oil lamp in the prison jumped down, and even the shadow on the wall also twisted, baring its fangs and claws like a monster, making people shudder to see, Tubo suddenly said sharply, "Killing for life, no one can escape .”

The coachman took a deep breath, the cold filled his lungs, and his whole body was cold. He yelled in panic, "Master, the little one is just greedy for money for a while, but really just greedy for money. I beg you, please let me go, I will give you all the money." you."

The smile on Tubo's face disappeared, and he said coldly, "Make it clear, I'll leave you a whole body."

Hearing this, the coachman trembled like chaff, and after finally calming down for a while, he said with difficulty, "There is another companion escorting the carriage with the villain, who was introduced by some dealer, dressed in black, He didn't speak all day until he was about to arrive in Luo'an City. He told the villain that he wanted to swallow the money for the goods and create an accident so that the goods could not be delivered to the owner. Then secretly resell this batch of goods, and share it fifty-fifty with the villain."

Tubo looked at him coldly, "You agreed?"

"Answer, I agreed, and he said that nothing will happen. The villain thought, at most, he would just get some money, and if he was investigated, he would be in prison for a few years, but the villain's baby would have money to go to school, and he could read and write. , you don’t have to be a cow and a horse for the rest of your life like a villain..."

For his child, who killed other people's family, the youngest son He Gu, Qian Fanwei sighed invisibly.

Tupper, "How did he do it?"

"Isn't there a moat beside the city of Luo'an? He fed a kind of medicine to the horse, saying that when he was about to reach the river, the horse would suddenly go mad and rush into the river. At the end of the day, he tied the carriage, and at night he would find someone to steal the carriage and the goods out, so that the owner would think it was a problem with the horse, an unexpected accident. Because the contract was signed and there was a bank as a guarantee, the owner should also Won't go into it."

Tubo sneered, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, the prison was dark, only the gloomy oil lamp was emitting a dim light, Qian Fan clearly saw his extremely handsome face tense, and the dark eyes revealed a sharp cold light, "...She was less than five years old, when she died, her belly was torn apart, her liver and intestines were leaking..."

When the carriage ran over Xiangxiang, the coachman was beside him. He staggered to help the girl, and with a gentle tug, she came out, and there was a bunch of scarlet warm intestines attached to the place where she came out.

The little girl looked at her stomach ignorantly, lying on the ground with red eyes, and said softly, "Uncle, it hurts so much."

The coachman looked down at his hands, the blood on his palms had already been wiped clean, but now he seemed to feel the sweet blood again, touched the bloody little girl, he yelled in horror, and hugged her. My own head, "I don't know, I really don't know, the horse is crazy before I leave the city, I can't hold it, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."

Tubo firmly grasped the hand that lightly touches the back of his hand, feeling the warmth of Qianfan's palm, raised his voice to call the jailer, and asked him to find a painter, and draw a portrait of that man according to what the coachman said.

"Wanted in the whole city, no tolerance."