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Liu Er paused on the spot, but the big ones didn't dare to relax. Judging from the situation, Liu Er must not escape the responsibility, they rushed forward and caught Liu Er.

The small vendors stretched their necks to watch the excitement, pointing at Liu Er, wondering what he had done.

Liu Erren let the police lock him up, staring straight at Huo Zhenye: "Don't look for my senior sister."

There was no smile on Huo Zhenye's face, no matter what Jin Dangui and Liu Da did, Su Manli was innocent.

Several people took Liu Er back to the arresting room, and Liu Er felt that he was doing it perfectly, waiting for Huo Zhenye to tell him how to enter Su Manli's room.

His complexion is so gray that he can even detect footprints and fingerprints?

"You already knew?"

"Yes." Huo Zhenye tapped his finger on the table: "When you came to pick up Liu Da from the arresting room, the news of Su Manli's murder hadn't been reported yet, how did you know?"

It's speculation, and then it's about finding evidence.

Liu Er couldn't believe it, Huo Zhenye knew about it at that time, but they met three times during this time, and this person was so quiet.

Huo Zhenye knew what was going on in his heart, and he smiled: "I haven't found all the evidence yet, I'm afraid you will run away."

When the police came to collect Liu Er's fingerprints and footprints for comparison, Liu Er did not resist.

Huo Zhenye asked him: "You imitated the murderer's killing methods just to get your senior brother off the hook."

Liu Er looked down at the table, but he couldn't say a word.

"But he doesn't deserve it."

Liu Er raised his head. Although he didn't speak, he still refuted Huo Zhenye with his eyes. The senior brother had already said that, the three of them lived a good life together.

Huo Zhenye took out the silver cigarette case and shook out a cigarette. He held it in his hand and did not light it: "Your master left your senior sister a dowry."

Liu Er's eyes showed shock, he didn't expect Huo Zhenye to even find out this, it was given to the senior sister by the master when he was dying.

Huo Zhenye held the cigarette in his hand, rummaged through the file bag to find something, and showed him the pair of diamond earrings.

"It was given to Jin Dangui by Liu Da. We checked and found that he bought this pair of earrings from an Indonesian businessman with a string of emerald necklaces."

The Indonesian businessman refused to provide the emerald necklace as evidence, so Huo Zhenye bought it and showed it to Liu Er.

The emerald beads are emerald green, and the head of the water is extremely high. It looks like a good thing at first glance, and there is a gold-rimmed emerald butterfly hanging below it.

Liu Da exchanged this string of necklaces for diamond earrings, which is really a loss.

Of course Liu Er knew this necklace, it was the senior sister's favorite in the box.

She didn't intend to use this as a private dowry, she said that she would sell these, and if she had money in her hands, set up an estate, or started a small business, her life would be stable.

Liu Er remembered very clearly the look on the senior sister's face when she rubbed the necklace. He also said that the senior sister must have worn it beautifully when she got married, but he didn't expect to be exchanged for the earrings by the elder brother and given to Jin Dangui.

"You're lying!" Liu Er argued loudly, but he believed it in his heart.

"He still intends to take Jin Dangui to leave Shanghai. The ferry tickets are all bought, and there are only two tickets." Huo Zhenye pretended to take out two tickets from the file bag, rubbed his fingertips, separated the stacked tickets, and showed them to Liu Er It is indeed two.

Then Zuo hot glanced: "The 28th of this month."

Liu Er seemed to have been punched in the heart, and his whole body was suffocated. 28 is the hundred-day ceremony of the master, and his elder brother was about to leave without even knocking his head.

The earrings and necklaces were real, and the boat tickets were fake, but Huo Zhenye took out the evidence one by one from the file bag, and Liu Er was convinced of it.

"Is he worth your life?"

Huo Zhenye left the interrogation room after speaking.

The comparison of fingerprints and footprints proved that Liu Er was the one who left footprints and fingerprints on the roof of Su Manli's house. Coupled with Liu Er's own confession, the case was solved.

The big head admired Huo Zhenye extremely: "Young master Huo, you are so amazing, how could you think it was Liu Er? Now our house arrest is very famous."

Mr. Song was delighted. His men caught the real culprit in a week for this big case that shocked Shanghai, and they didn't even pass the first seven of Jin Dangui.

It was a big show in front of the British.

"I will report to the higher authorities for all your contributions. Tonight, one counts as one. I will treat you."

Huo Zhenye saw the joy in the room, and said, "There is no conclusive evidence to prove that Liu Er killed Jin Dangui's murder."

Mr. Song took a look at Huo Zhenye. Huo Zhenye contributed a lot to solving the case this time. As soon as he got the news, he called Nanjing and praised the intelligence of the little son of the Huo family to Secretary He.

He is so clever in solving the case, but he is a little crazy about it.

"What more evidence do you need? Both cases were done by Liu Er." Boss Song decided the end of the case with a single sentence.

The Huaguo beauty case was thus solved.

The big head was a little puzzled: "Mr. Huo, if it wasn't him, who else could it be?"

The house was full of celebrations, only Huo Zhenye felt uneasy, he wanted to see Bai Zhun.

Bai Zhun slept until the afternoon and didn't wake up until the afternoon. He ate crispy cheese and tofu-coated steamed stuffed buns in the morning. He didn't feel hungry, but bored from idleness.

Then moved "Mu Guiying" and "Yue Wang Ye" to the courtyard.

He sat on the eaves steps by himself, watching two paper figurines play with silver guns. He usually used this method to pass the time. He didn't find it boring, but today he felt that the small building was too quiet.

No matter how you look at it, you find it boring. With a wave of your hand, the two paper figurines stopped.

Axiu held the paper vase and brought it to Bai Zhun. She nodded the flower and shook her head.

The paper flowers at home will not wither after years and years, and will always be as delicate and beautiful as when they were just pricked out, but this one is gone after a long time.

The red petals curled slightly, Axiu didn't understand why, so she had to hold the vase and look for Bai Zhun.

"It's almost dry." Bai Zhun thought about it, the only thing at home was a small vase in front of the altar, there was really no place to put such a large bunch of flowers.

Axiu tilted her head, she doesn't know what "death" is, paper bamboo doesn't rot, so she uses life, looking down at the flower and worrying.

Bai Zhun snorted: "Troublemaker, he only makes trouble for me." How can we talk about life and death with a paper man?

Say trouble, trouble will come.

The door rang three times, one long and two short.

Bai Zhun rolled his eyes, and he struck out the rhythm.

Without waiting for Bai Zhun's permission, Axiu hurried to open the door for Huo Zhenye, and when she saw him, she handed over the vase, beckoning him to save the flower.

Huo Zhenye always thought that Axiu was dumb. Seeing that she didn't even know how to grow flowers and water, he felt that her mind might still be in her childhood, so he comforted Axiu: "It's okay, I will take this flower back and revive it tomorrow." , and send it to you."

Axiu nodded, she was happy.

Huo Zhenye put the food box on the table: "I brought you braised small shark's fin."

"What's delicious about this, it's either hard or rotten, I don't eat it."

"It's not that kind of shark's fin." Huo Zhenye took out a sea bowl from the food box.

Anhui cuisine restaurants have braised paddles, but no matter how tender the tail meat of herring is, how can it compare with fish fins? This dish is made exclusively for fish fins. The sauce is thick and the fish meat is delicate.

"Damn." Bai Zhun was satisfied in his heart, and wanted to stab him.

Bai Zhun caught a piece with his chopsticks, Huo Zhenye watched as he ate.

This kind of dish is delicious when served with rice. Bai Zhun actually ate half a bowl of freshly steamed rice with fish sauce. He hasn't been so satisfied for a long time, the more he eats, the more satisfied his eyes and brows are.

Huo Zhenye put his arms on the table, he even ate in a condescending manner, picking up rice grains with chopsticks, as if he couldn't eat them.

Huo Zhenye laughed when he saw it, and when Bai Zhun glanced at it, he quickly held back and talked about it: "What about the gramophone, why don't you use it?"

Bai Zhun couldn't, but he never said he couldn't.

Huo Zhenye understood, he tied his face tightly, fearing that if he laughed again, he would be thrown out of the Baijialou for the third time, so he rolled up his shirt sleeves and took out the phonograph.

Pulled out two records, one on the left and the other on the right: "Which one do you want to hear? Da Shen Suo Temple or Wu Pen Ji?"

These two plays are all about complaining after the death of the wronged ghost.

Bai Zhun rolled his eyes, and Huo Zhenye compared him to Mingshen and Bao Gong, this was to test him, he snorted: "I'm not so capable."

He did all these things for what he wanted.

Huo Zhenye hit a soft nail, but still held Bai Zhun high: "Then sue the gods."

He put the record into the phonograph, picked up the needle, turned his back to Bai Zhun and said, "Liu Er has pleaded guilty."

But Liu Er was not the murderer of Jin Dangui. He gently pushed the stylus onto the record and turned to look at Bai Zhun: "What is the narcotic drug in the wine? How can she not leave a trace?"

Drugs like this are not easily sold. Huo Zhenye has searched all the western hospitals that Han Zhu has access to, but there is no record of her purchase.

The record had already started to spin, and Guiying cried and told the Sea God Temple, Bai Zhun closed his eyes and listened for a few words, then said slowly: "The flowers in her yard are blooming well."

Huo Zhenye didn't know why he thought of flowers again, did he want to plant some in the courtyard?

"What kind of flowers do you like? I'll send you some pots tomorrow, or build a shelf and plant some wisterias? It will definitely look beautiful in spring."

Bai Zhun was upset, and finally reminded him, but he still didn't understand?Close your eyes and ignore this idiot.

After a while, he heard Huo Zhenye hurried out the door, Bai Zhun opened his eyes, and was slightly worried, how can he repay the debt he owed to Han San?

Huo Zhenye came to Han's courtyard for the third time. Han Zhu was collecting clothes. There was a bamboo frame in the courtyard, which would dry up in half a day in this weather.

While she was putting away her clothes, she glanced at the door from time to time. Xiao Liu went out to set up a stall, so she should be back.

When he saw Huo Zhenye, Han Zhu hadn't moved yet, and Liu Da had already whimpered. He hadn't eaten or drank all day, and was pushed into the sun to expose him to the sun. His whole body was about to collapse.

Liu Da sat in a bamboo wheelchair under the wall, which Liu Er made for him.

When Huo Zhenye saw this, his face darkened, he didn't want to see this person sitting in the same chair as Bai Zhun.

Han Zhu smiled: "He's just a useless person, how can he be compared with Qi Ye."

"Liu Er killed Su Manli."

Han Zhu's hand tightened, she knew about it a long time ago, the day Liu Er brought Liu Da back.

"But who killed Jin Dangui?" Huo Zhenye took two steps forward, and he said bluntly, "I checked you, but you are very cunning, the Licha Hotel has too many people, and there is no way to get useful fingerprints. I checked the hospital pharmacy again, but there is no evidence that you bought the medicine."

Liu Da was stunned, his eyes were wide open, his chest heaved continuously, and he stared at Han Zhu without moving.

Han Zhu shook his clothes, folded them and hung them on his arms: "I don't understand what Mr. Huo said."

"Zuixin flower, also known as Datura, is picked off during the flowering period in August, dried in the shade, ground into powder, mixed with wine, and drunk, and cut sores do not feel pain after drinking, this is recorded in "Materia Medica". "If you use too much, you will be like Liu Da.

There is still a bamboo strip drying under the flower stand, Han Zhu followed Huo Zhenye's gaze and looked over: "Mr. Huo is joking, I don't know what "Materia Medica" is, it is my father's folk remedy for bone pain and rheumatism, and many people use it. "

"He used it when he was alive, what are you doing now?"

"It's going to be burned for my father for a hundred days. These are my filial piety. When the time comes, I will burn them for my father together."

The two looked at each other across the flower stand, Han Zhu was watertight, and she couldn't be said to be the murderer just because of the stem of a bamboo strip flower.

Liu Da trembled all over and tried his best to speak out, but he could only make a sound of "ohhh".

Huo Zhenye didn't come here to catch Han Zhu. He just wanted to know who the real culprit was. He took out something from his pocket and handed it to Han Zhu: "This is yours."

The emerald butterfly slid out of his palm, its golden wings fluttering.

Han Zhu shook his head: "Mr. Huo bought it, it's Mr. Huo's stuff, I just want... to meet Xiao Liu."

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

Only Han Zhu and Liu Da were left in the courtyard. Liu Da still stared at the door, hoping that Huo Zhenye would come back and take Han Zhu away.

Han Zhu stood in front of the hanger for a long time, the setting sun elongated her shadow, she turned around lightly and smiled slightly at Liu Da.

Liu Da's heart trembled, and coldness rose from his bones. He suddenly realized that his younger brother would not come back, and his senior sister didn't need to act anymore.

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