Red catch quickly gets teased

"Since that incident happened, the relationship between me and my elder brother has been frozen," Wang Cai said with a mocking face, slightly lowered his head, "I hate him."

Wang Cai's blunt words made Hong Qingrui and Lan Doumi not know how to continue asking. Thinking about it from another position, they couldn't do it without hatred.

"Yang Zhong and I didn't talk to each other at the wine table. I knew that I couldn't get any money that day, so I drank a few more glasses. In fact, it meant drinking to relieve my sorrow."

As soon as Wang Cai finished speaking, footsteps came from outside, followed by Zhou Yu entering the room with a medicine bowl.

Hong Qingrui and Lan Doumi didn't last long, but when they left the yard, Hong Qingrui suddenly discovered that there were scraps of yellow paper in the corner of Wang's house, and they were still burnt scraps.

Hong Qingrui went over and picked it up, and it was already damp, and there were only such small pieces of paper. It seemed that the owner had cleaned up the entire yard after burning all the yellow paper, but only missed this little bit.

"Could it be that Wang Cai and the others burned it for Wang De?"

Lan Doumi followed and guessed softly.

Hong Qingrui got up and looked at the position from the eaves to the ground, and suddenly he jumped to the roof. Lan Doumi didn't make a sound, but Zhou Yu, who heard their voices, still came out.

Lan Doumi smiled at him, Zhou Yu secretly felt that something was wrong, and sure enough, he looked along the other party's position, and saw Hong Qingrui found something from the roof and then dropped it to the ground.

After Zhou Yu saw the things in Hong Qingrui's hands clearly, his whole face instantly turned white.

Hong Qingrui spread a few silver needles in front of Zhou Yu, staring fixedly into the other's lifeless eyes, and asked, "What are these?"

"....Needle..."

"Is this your sewing needle?"

Hong Qingrui asked again with a stronger tone, his voice startled Wang Cai who was lying on the bed, and Wang Cai stared at the silver needle in Hong Qingrui's hand.

He turned his head to look at Zhou Yu, who shook his head tremblingly.

"It's not what you think, I didn't put it up, it was my elder brother who put it up, and Aunt Wang next door was there when I put it up!"

Lan Doumi immediately brought Aunt Wang over.

After listening to Hong Qingrui's question, Aunt Wang held back her fear and nodded.

"It was indeed put up by Wang De," Aunt Wang looked at the pale Zhou Yu pitifully, with regret in her tone, "The couple have been married for many years, but they still don't have a son and a half. Silver needle is an old saying in our hometown, and I told Wang De that Wang De would let it go."

Wang Cai looked at Zhou Yu when he heard the words, Zhou Yu pursed his lips, and looked back at him with clear eyes, Wang Cai felt a pain in his heart, and moved his steps towards him, Zhou Yu quickly lowered his head for fear of being noticed by Hong Qingrui.

When Wang De went up to remove the tiles, he didn't remember that there were silver needles on it, but now Wang De's body has been buried...

Hong Qingrui glanced at Wang Cai and Zhou Yu, and finally left with Lan Doumi.

Zhou Yu quickly closed the courtyard door. He wiped his forehead, which was covered in cold sweat, and Wang Cai, who was standing beside him, was also dripping with cold sweat.

"Almost, it's over."

Wang Cai took Zhou Yu's hand and sighed.

Zhou Yu was obviously still very worried, "What should we do, should we..."

"No," Wang Cai hurriedly stopped him, with a serious expression on his face, as if he had discovered some secret, "Yang Zhong's death was the sound of a muffled drum, let's not continue, I don't want to lose you again."

Zhou Yu choked with sobs, and tightly grasped Wang Cai's hand.

After leaving Wang's house, Hong Qingrui and Lan Doumi went to a few more houses, but they still couldn't get any useful news.

After returning home, Lan Doumi washed up and went to the next door to look at Sun Fulang's hands. Sure enough, he couldn't see anything.

With a feeling of melancholy or relief, Lan Doumi returned home and locked the gate of the courtyard. Hong Qingrui, who was practicing sword, stopped what he was doing. He looked at the other party and asked, "Have you gone to see it?"

Landoumi smiled impressively.

"how do you know."

Hong Qingrui didn't explain, but just led him into the house.

The two people who arrived at the Yamen the next day did not receive any murder cases. Master Liu and Butou Sun gathered all the arresters together.

"So far, it seems that the murderer only killed Chen Yu and Yang Zhong, and the same kind of silk was used to commit crimes."

Sun Butou sorted out the two cases from beginning to end. When he heard the dispute between Wang Cai and Yang Zhong, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "Wang De, there is something wrong with Wang De's death."

Butou Sun and the others looked at him.

"Even if there is something wrong with Wang De's death, there are very few clues left now."

Wang Wuzuo said.

Indeed, Wang De had been buried for many days, and the other party had fallen to his death. Even if the case was reopened, there would be no big clues.

Hong Qingrui frowned, feeling like she had overlooked something.

Without knowing whether the murderer had suspended his actions, Gu Changwen asked everyone not to relax their vigilance. The number of people patrolling the streets has increased recently, and if there is anything unusual, they have to report it.

On this day, Hong Qingrui and Deng Qing led people to patrol the night.

The two soldiers divided into two groups, each going its own way.

When passing by a remote alley, a person who was following Hong Qingrui suddenly rubbed his arms, "Brother Hong, why do I feel so cold all of a sudden?"

As soon as this person finished speaking, the other person walking beside him put his arms around his shoulders and laughed mockingly, "You must have walked less at night, that's why you feel uncomfortable, like I walked several times. It’s been a year, and I’m not afraid even with my eyes closed.”

"Hey, I don't believe you were so leisurely when you first started this business."

"Don't tell me, when I first started this business, I was also panicked, because my mother always felt unlucky when I saw blood and corpses, so every [-]th day of the Lunar New Year, I would burn some paper money for my dead father and let him Can protect me."

Hong Qingrui stopped abruptly, startling the people behind.

"Yellow paper?"

Hong Qingrui looked at the speaker and asked in a low voice.

The man patted his frightened chest and nodded, "Yes, my mother said that as long as I burn the money paper for the predecessors, the predecessors will bless our younger generations. There is a saying that requests are granted."

Hong Qingrui finally remembered what she had overlooked.

yellow paper.

A few days before Chen Bang's death, Yang Zhong was burning yellow paper and went to the temple. After Chen Bang died, Yang Zhong was happy and felt that Huang Daxian had answered his request, so he burned yellow paper for him again. paper, and it died.

And in Hongqingrui, the small pieces of yellow paper they found in the corner of Wang's house seemed to have passed some time, but after careful speculation, the yellow paper should be Wang Cai who failed to collect debts many times, and was even picked up by Yang Zhong. After stabbing the money paper that was burned to Huang Daxian after screaming in pain, Wang Cai's appeal should be Yang Zhong.

Stringed together with yellow paper, all this seems to be easy to explain, but are there really immortals in this world?Hong Qingrui let out a cold snort, he didn't believe it.