The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

"This weaving workshop seems to be old, right?" Wang Luan looked at the plaque on the courtyard gate through the car window.

"That's right," Qi Chensheng also said as the car approached, "This shop has been around for at least seven or eighty years, and it can be regarded as a well-known and time-honored brand in Yunchuan."

"Since it's a time-honored brand, how did it end up in your hands?" Wang Luan said casually, but he didn't want to be put on his collar by Qi Chensheng the next moment.

Wang Luan worried about the driver and Zhang Mao in front of the car, coughed lightly and pressed Qi Chensheng's hand, but in exchange Qi Chensheng took his hand, kissed him lightly and said, "Of course I took it to weave clothes for Brother Jiu. "

"It's a joke again." Wang Luan lowered his voice and withdrew his hand, but Qi Chensheng hugged him again: "It's not a joke."

"Back then, I hadn't made up my mind whether to accept the workshop or not. I happened to see the fabrics woven by the weavers there, and I just thought that if Brother Nine could wear these, they must look good."

Wang Luan slowly raised his eyes, and looked at Qi Chensheng in his arms. It was obviously a joke, but he could hear a bit of seriousness.

Qi Chensheng met Wang Luan's gaze, smiled faintly again, and rubbed Wang Luan's back through the thin cloud pattern fabric: "From now on, it really is so."

The car finally stopped at the gate of Tianjinfang. The driver in the front row was fine, but Zhang Mao got out of the car as if he was running away.

Wang Luan couldn't get distracted, looked at the back of Zhang Mao leaving in the wasteland, and sighed helplessly: "Shen Sheng...why do you have to make trouble with such a little policeman."

Qi Chensheng's gray eyes narrowed slightly, but he supported Wang Luan's shoulders very considerately, and let him get out of the car by himself, then said flatly: "I can't blame me for this, he is looking at something he shouldn't look at. It’s on my mind, I’m just a little reminder.”

Wang Luan shook his head helplessly, put Zhang Mao's matter aside for the time being, and walked into Tianjinfang together with Qi Chensheng.

After all, it is an old weaving workshop for many years. The most eye-catching thing in the courtyard is the large area of ​​looms, most of which are old-fashioned improved machines, and there are also some new Western machines mixed in.

It's a pity that because of Yao Jiguang's death, there are no weavers on any machine at this moment.

Wang Luan just glanced at the machine, and saw four or five people rushing from the east of the courtyard.

They were all dressed in hastily tailored white clothes, the leader was about forty years old, his eyes were red, he must have really cried.

After seeing Qi Chensheng, those people hurriedly greeted him warmly and respectfully: "Second Young Master Qi, you are here."

Qi Chensheng nodded slightly, and said to the leading man: "Shopkeeper Yao, my condolences."

It turned out that the person in front of him was none other than Yao Jihui, the shopkeeper of Tianjinfang.

"It's Jiguangxin's funeral, and there is a lot of chaos in the square. Second Young Master, don't be offended."

Although Wang Luan listened to Qi Chensheng calling the person in front of him the shopkeeper, looking at his face, he felt that the shopkeeper Yao was noble and elegant, but he didn't look like he was good at taking care of things.

It's just that it's inconvenient to ask such doubts in person, so Wang Luan calmed down and continued to listen to their exchanges.

At this time, Zhang Fengliang, who was one step behind them, finally rushed over, followed by Zhang Mao who still looked complicated.

At first, Zhang Fengliang had come to Tianjinfang to investigate carefully, but he left without saying anything.Yao Jihui thought that the police station was just walking around like this, and he was full of depression.

Seeing Ershao Qi and Police Officer Zhang come at this moment, Yao Jihui's heart, which had been hanging for a long time, was finally relieved.With a bitter face, he said to the two of them: "Second Young Master, Police Officer Zhang, my younger brother's death is really strange, you have to decide—"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Luan became more certain of his previous judgment, that the shopkeeper Yao Da really couldn't handle the matter.

"Don't worry, shopkeeper Yao, the police station will definitely do its best for the matter of the third shopkeeper." Zhang Fengliang also had some dealings with Tianjinfang on weekdays, so he could feel the temper of the first three shopkeepers here.

Of course, no matter how you can touch it, it can't compare to Qi Chensheng, the actual master of Jinfang today.

But Qi Chensheng didn't react too much to the words of shopkeeper Yao. The slender gentleman's staff fell into his hands at some point, and he tapped the ground and said, "If that's the case, please invite shopkeeper Yao Lead the way, lead us to see the third shopkeeper."

After hearing this, Yao Jihui hurriedly responded: "Okay, okay, Second Young Master, Officer Zhang, you just follow me."

It didn't take long for the group of people to pass through the hall full of looms, and came to the backyard with a residence.Tianjinfang has been passed down to this generation, and the three brothers have not separated, but when they get older, it is more inconvenient to live together, so the originally small backyard is divided into three parts.

The shopkeeper Yao Jihui lived in the middle, and the second and third lived separately. Right now, they were heading straight to the west backyard where Yao Jiguang died.

Not long after entering the yard, I met a few more people head-on, all holding funeral utensils in their hands, and they were placing them in an orderly manner.

Wang Luan couldn't help looking at Yao Jihui, the shopkeeper in front of him, and felt that this was not something he could arrange.Sure enough, not long after, he saw a man in a suit.

He was wearing a pair of glasses and was holding a lot of ledgers in his hands. After seeing Yao Jihui bring Qi Chensheng and others, he immediately greeted him decently: "Second Young Master Qi, Officer Li, please bother you to worry about my brother's affairs." It's..."

No need for introduction, Wang Luan guessed that the person in front of him should be the second shopkeeper of Tianjinfang, and probably also the person who can really call the shots in Tianjinfang today.

But right now, the second innkeeper was very busy inside and out, so he hurriedly left again in the name of attending the funeral. It was still the big innkeeper, Yao Jihui, who led them into the west backyard.

Because Yao Jiguang died suddenly, the family did not prepare any birthday materials for him.At this moment, the corpse was placed on the bed in the room, covered with a white cloth.

And the two girls who witnessed Yao Jiguang's death last night were also tied up and kept beside them for interrogation at any time.

After getting Yao Jihui's consent, Zhang Fengliang asked Zhang Mao to lift the white cloth, revealing Yao Jiguang's body.

Wang Luan raised his eyes and looked over, it was true that He Chengdong had heard that Yao Jiguang should have been strangled to death.His hands were clasped tightly around his neck, and a pair of bloodshot eyes almost popped out of their sockets, bulging out high.And his mouth was also opened to a horrifying extent, and someone stuffed it back, the long tongue that broke out from Qi Gen.

When the family members sorted out his remains, they must have tried their best, but Yao Jiguang couldn't change his movements or expression, and could only leave him in such a hideous state of death.

Qi Chensheng embraced Wang Luan, and the gentleman's stick in his hand knocked lightly and heavily on the ground, but Wang Luan leaned over and stretched out his hand, holding up Yao Jiguang's remaining silk thread, one end of which was still deeply strangled into Yao Jiguang's neck.

As he imagined before, the twisted strands of silk are still only thin and soft. Even if they are resilient, they will never be able to hold a grown man, so much so that he will be hanged to death.

Qi Chensheng didn't approve of Wang Luan touching the line, but when their eyes met, they understood the meaning.

Either, the two girls that night lied, or... The death of Yao Jiguang was really the work of the demon.

On the other side, Zhang Fengliang, who noticed the problem when he came in the morning, interrogated the two girls again.But these two girls are girls from ordinary families, and they were really scared out of their nerves last night.

Wang Luan followed Qi Chensheng to listen, and even without Canary's ability, he could tell that these two girls were not telling lies.

That's -- it's a demon again.

"Where did you three shopkeepers go yesterday, and who did you meet before the accident happened in the middle of the night?" Zhang Fengliang felt that he couldn't find out what happened when the accident happened, so he slightly relaxed the time frame.

The two girls had been frightened since last night, and they were tied up and interrogated for half a day. Their tears were shed and their spirits became dazed. Whatever Zhang Fengliang asked, they said what they said.

"The third shopkeeper... was basically in the workshop yesterday, but in the afternoon, let us prepare the materials and say that we will send them to Mrs. Qi's family."

Mrs. Wang Luan frowned slightly. Although he was not familiar with the Qi family, he also knew that she was Qi Chensheng's nominal mother.

Qi Chensheng didn't seem to notice it, and continued to tap on his cane, listening to the two girls continue to say: "But the third shopkeeper came back after a while... lost a lot of temper in the room."

"Then... Then I called the three Wei girls from the workshop to discuss about weaving fabrics for Da Furen."

"After the discussion, the third shopkeeper..." At this moment, Wang Luan suddenly noticed that the girl who was talking showed some strange expressions on her face, with disgust in fear, which was very similar to Zhang Mao when she was in the car before. .

When he heard that girl, he said the following words with such an expression: "The third shopkeeper left Miss Yunwei alone again."