Daqing Criminal Division

Nearly half a month has passed in the blink of an eye for the Pingyang case.

Time passed as quickly as a white horse passing through a gap, until a full eleven days later.

In Songyang County, in the bustling market early in the morning, there are horses, horses and pawns passing through the crowd one after another.

In this season, it was the eve of the autumn encirclement of the state capital, pedestrians and scholars came and went between the official road and the city gate every day, and even the job of searching for the city gate leader seemed to be much more busy.

"Sharpening scissors and knives—take a look—"

"Yangchun noodles, gentlemen eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles, the hot toppings are very fragrant—"

"The powder box, rose nitrate, jasmine oil, good for the girl's skin - let's take a look -"

Songyang is located in the south of the Yangtze River, but it runs through the merchants of various state government offices in Songjiang Prefecture.

Facing east, it is an extremely long official road, many of which lead to Jiangning, Songjiang, Hangzhou and many other places. The carriages of the major ticket companies pass by. This has brought prosperity to the local area and made this small county town glow. A different kind of inter-city transfer wind.

Downstairs of the detective studio, which is only half a step away from the market.

Moment of time.

A small building with a distance from downtown.Facing the place where the window is open, a pair of hands and a figure sitting by the window are bowing their heads and getting up early to practice calligraphy.

The hand was extremely thin and cold, and every knuckle seemed to be stable and dignified.

It was early in the morning, and the dew outside was still heavy, but he seemed to have been up for a long time.

Ever since he came to Songyang, every morning when it was first light outside, he got up to wash up, urged Duan Yuanbao to get up, and sat here very self-disciplined to practice calligraphy all morning.

Practicing calligraphy is a personal habit he has left since he learned calligraphy in childhood.

At this age, he has never been wasted for a single day, which has also contributed to his current body of knowledge.

This character was originally printed on paper in very beautiful lowercase script, but the owner of that hand wrote a few strokes, but changed the way of writing somewhat undesirably, and replaced it with the usual cursive script.

That running script is filled with a "Poem of a Child Prodigy".

The owner of those hands completed this process meticulously, but after finishing writing, he stared at the poem above with a blank expression like a trace of memory for a long time.

【"To be Tian Shelang in the morning, to go to the Tianzitang in the evening;"】

【"There is no such thing as a general, a man should be self-improvement."】

This poem was originally written by Wang Zhu in the Song Dynasty. Later generations based on some of Wang Zhu's poems and added other poems to compile "Prodigy Poems".

This is the requirement set by the Duan family for the man's ambition, and it is also the first poem he learned when he was young.

He has been remembering the words spoken in this poem every moment in the past.

But the further he went, he felt that the world was too big, and sometimes he felt that the road ahead was vast, and the further he went, the more difficult it was for him to finish his life.

But he was originally a person who pursued extreme perfection in everything, such as this cup of tea, he didn't like to have extra stains on it.

There was a gleam of light outside the window, his hands didn't even tremble, and he was just in a daze for a while, and his face was also extremely calm and continued with the matter just now.

During this period, no matter there was a sound of walking downstairs, the door rope upstairs, which was like a sling, just hung like this, and there was no one responding to the place where the stairway was tightly closed.

Suddenly, a black wax-billed bird flying from outside jumped into the palm of the owner.

The wax-billed bird is small and exquisite, but it is very clever when staring at people with a pair of black eyes.

The owner of the hand paused when he saw this, wondering if he remembered something, but it didn't hurt him, and he just looked at him blankly.

"Look at what."

"..."

"You blind bird."

The man narrowed his eyes, but his tone was not very friendly.

"..."

Seeing this, the wax-billed bird he scolded early in the morning was also very tricky and weird.

The paw prints 'slap' and 'slap' printed a few black footprints on the paper, ruined the whole word, and then spread their wings and flew away.

The owner of the hand: "..."

Now, the paper and the words on the paper are all useless.

……

At three o'clock, it was pitch black, and the surrounding windows were closed so that there was no light on the upper floor of the investigative room.

A bamboo pole was placed in the middle of the whole room, and the person who fell asleep underneath looked slovenly, and another pair of old patched underpants was hung beside it.

This is the normal work and rest of this detective studio for four or five years.

No one was seen during the day, and no ghosts were seen at night. Even the other people in Songyang wondered if there were any living people living in it.

There are a few story books next to it, most of which are third-rate operas and the like, and there are also some alcohol-smelling barbarians mixed in.

"Boom-"

Hearing a sound, someone who was lying motionless like a dazed 'dead man' suddenly opened his eyes, and was awakened with some confusion.

Because the sound that sounded out of nowhere was a bit ear-piercing, his first reaction was to be puzzled, thinking how could there be such a sound at home when he lived alone for many years.

When he sat up, he looked around anxiously.

Suddenly remembering why this is, someone just clicked his eyes, and then fell to the ground with his face covered in one breath, and continued to lie flat and ignore everything.

"Stab -- stab --" "Boom --" "Ping Ping Ping --"

During this process, all kinds of indescribable and strange movements were still accompanied by the sound of sawing saws.

This poor 'dear brother' who was paralyzed in place like a dried eight-treasure salted fish abundant in Songyang County was stubborn.

He is firm.

very strong.

——Amazing endurance.

But who would have thought that the man downstairs who was full and had nothing to do made it clear that he was provoking on purpose. He stopped for a while, and then the even more terrifying sound of sawing came out——

"Your uncle, I said—"

He suddenly sat up a little unbearably, and Fucharzi, who was full of these messy voices in his head, wailed in despair.

"Duan Yuanbao, Brother Bao! Brother Yuanbao! Can you please tell your father, who is surnamed Duan, not to deliberately disturb people's dreams all day long and early in the morning? This is not what a gentleman does, do you understand?"

Shouting these words, the circles of his eyes turned blue, and his face turned pale.

Fuchaerzi, who was about to be tortured, rubbed the back of his neck and poked his head out from the direction of the spiral staircase upstairs.

He was fine without seeing the light twice for three days, like a half-dead wandering ghost.

In addition, I just went to have a few drinks with Gui Donglin yesterday, so I am even more depressed right now.

But in broad daylight, someone has the ability to force him, a half-cripple who has been lying down like this for four or five years, to sit up alive. This is simply an inhumane murderous act.

Hearing this, Duan Yuanbao, who was staying downstairs, saw Fucha Erji crawling out hanging upside down in a hangover state, covered his ears and snarled at himself, and quickly lay down again.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Bao, who was still a child but calmer than an adult, just sat downstairs playing with beads while raising his head and opening his mouth.

Duan Yuanbao: "But, my father said that the dead people sent by the government will stink if they are not cleaned up."

Fucharzi: "Then let him stink, dead people already stink."

Duan Yuanbao: "But my father said that if you don't get up early to work, you can't improve Songyang's detection rate in various prefectures and counties, and you will still be compared by some people in the future."

Fucha Erji: "...Is there something wrong with him? Isn't it just that he needed it when he lost last time? Did your father suffer from a disease that he must win in this life!"

Duan Yuanbao: "Yes, he will continue to be like this until he wins you. He has been like this since before, and he shouldn't be able to change it."

Fucharzi: "..."

The casual babblings of this furry boy who is more intimidating than his father are really scary.

Fucha Erji's heart began to tremble when he thought that he would be tortured by such a narrow-minded and vengeful person day and night just because he won Duan Xiao once because of following the case, and then mocked him once just to show off for a while.

Speaking of which, these two people have been living together for almost a month or two.

But the two of them are still not used to this kind of partner life upstairs and downstairs under the same roof.

Although a large part of the reason for this incident is that they didn't live together for a long time, most of the time they were still investigating cases outside.

But once I come back, the days of being out of sight and out of mind will continue.

Calculate this from the beginning to live together, now only two months have passed.

Just cut the beginning and the end, the "official contract" between the two of them, where only each other knows the truth, there are still ten months to be together, this kind of life is like a year, no one wants to be with anyone I am so guilty.

Especially under such a premise, the two of them continued to break out new 'disputes' and 'fights'.

This matter has to go back to two days ago.

Originally, when they came back from Pingyang to settle the stalker case, the two of them didn't face each other any more.

Although it is not possible to become a confidant and friend all of a sudden, at least it is more or less calm and a partner.

But because the Songyang Yamen found an official test question that was said to be given by the predecessors from nowhere, Zha Keshan bothered them every day in order to find test subjects. He found it and did it again.

There was nothing wrong with this test, except for Liu Cen, who was away from Songyang for two days and went to Jiangning on business.

Other people in the yamen also helped to do it one after another. Most of the results were similar, but when it came to these two people, the result was unexpected.

Because this originally very difficult test involves a subset of classics and history, as well as miscellaneous art of war.

But in the eyes of these two people, these things are basic and can't be more basic, so they just made them all. Afterwards, Zakshan gave feedback on the results and talked to the two of them individually.

"Hey, you two look, according to the results of this personality test, let's take a look first, Duan Xiao, the innate emotional intelligence is dominated by Zhou Yu, the innate IQ is dominated by Zhuge Wolong, the character is dominated by Cao Mengde... and then Fucha, the innate EQ is dominated by Zhuge Wolong, innate IQ is dominated by Sun Quan, character is dominated by Zhao Zilong..."

"So, this is gone? There is no specific explanation, so what's the point of this kind of boring test?

Duan Xiao, who didn't believe this kind of thing at first, folded his hands while drinking tea, and casually glanced at the result, raised reasonable doubts.

Especially on the basis that Cao Mengde is the dominant character of his, and Zhao Zilong is the dominant character of someone else, what kind of messy inferences are these.

Although Zha Keshan also gave an explanation afterwards, saying that Duan Xiao's test was weak in one of his personality defects. In addition, he also emphasized that this is just an ordinary test question, but it can't be taken seriously.

But it's not good to come out from only one side, because Fucha Erji, who has been fooling around all the time, won the first class, and Duan Xiao won the second class.

The so-called second class means that it is inferior to the first class.

Although Zha Keshan, who had already figured out the characters of these two people, also emphasized when he saw this situation, it was not because of his ability that Duan Ou won a sub-armor in the test.

It was because of his personality that he lost a very inconspicuous half point, so he was judged as a second-class one. It is the second place.

Second place.

With these two words, Duan Wu, who has never lost to anyone in half his life and has always been the first, is starting to be more serious.

He is not a person who can't afford to lose at all, but when encountering such a thing, he has to understand the loss before he is reconciled.

Especially the virtue of a certain person, saying that he is the champion, the champions of all dynasties would hang themselves in anger, but who would have thought that upon hearing this, a lazy 'dead man' who was also distractedly watching the excitement would also hang himself. mouth.

"Oh, why do I think this test result is very reasonable? Thinking about it this way, Cao Mengde was also a Yanzhou shepherd back then, and he was also suspicious all day long. He is obviously similar to someone hahaha—"

These words are clearly intended to find fault. Before the incident was over, these two 'bazi disagree' hit the table again, and you and I hit each other sentence by sentence.

Duan Xiao: "What do you mean by that?"

Fucharzi: "It's not interesting, just tell the truth."

Duan Xiao: "I've said it before, some poor people who only have a change of clothes and two pairs of worn-out shoes with all their belongings, are cautious in their words and deeds. There are still decent officials here, so be careful what you say out of your mouth."

Fucha Erji: "What's wrong with being poor? Tell you, I only have one suit of clothes and two pairs of shoes. That's because I like to be frugal. I don't know if the rich people's wine and meat stink, the road is frozen to death, and some people are so capable. Didn't you lose to me in the end of the case?"

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, it is really a big deal.

All his life, Fuchaerzi didn't like to hear people keep mentioning that he would lose his underpants if he was poor.

But Duan Xiao also hates others deliberately mentioning him a typo.

This is a poor ghost reincarnated, a yin and yang strange.

At the moment, he looked at the other party's weakness and sneered vigorously.

Seeing that the two people were not congenial, the atmosphere was not right immediately. Duan Yuanbao and Zach Shan, who were sitting next to them, saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly looked for an emergency cover to cover their heads to avoid being accidentally injured.

But because of this, the two of them satirized each other whenever they met these two days.

Even though they lived together, they still tried their best to make each other unhappy.

Fortunately, this is only temporary for the two of them.

Because after the two public cases in Pingyang and Pingyang, there are still some follow-up cases that have disappeared.

So the two of them had to hold back temporarily and wait for that Liu Cen to come back soon to bring back the news they wanted.

Now, they only have a little "Chen tea leaves" from the last state case on hand, and Guo Mubu's last confession about Luohan Qian has no other clues.

During this period, the Songjiang mansion was calm.

I didn't hear Mr. Jiahui said afterwards that he had lost any ledgers at home, but it made people think deeply about what happened behind it.

And let's just say that early this morning, when the conflicts that had just begun to spread upstairs and downstairs continued to spread, at this [-]:[-], someone from the inn happened to come to the detective room and knock on the door.

"Da da--"

"Fucha! Duan Xiao! Are you there?"

The sound of the horse's hooves moving, one heard that people from the official post station passed by here.

In the past, most of the people at the post station were officials with the surname of Wang, but today the knocking on the door sounded like Zakshan's.

His voice was a little anxious, Duan Yuanbao who was downstairs ran to open the door for Zakshan when he heard it, and it was only after opening the door that the head of the police who came in with a sealed post letter in his hand was panting He frowned and said upstairs,

"Hey, something bad happened, you two come down quickly and have a look!"

This sentence has happened, as soon as I heard it, another case happened. As expected, Zach’s next sentence was——

"Liu, Liu Cen sent a letter, saying that you should put down everything you are doing and go to Jiangning Mansion as soon as possible. Just three days ago, a strange case happened in the Jiangning Mansion Supervisory Institute. Qingyuan's Qingming Riverside Picture" just like this mysteriously disappeared at the Jiangning Charity Sale!"

The author has something to say: Fu Cha calls Yuan Bao brother, and Yuan Bao calls Duan Xiao father, what does this mean? It means that they are born into a family! (No)

s: In addition, the test questions here do not mean that Boss Cao is not good, let me first talk about expressing my desire to survive...

Duan Xiao is not really inferior to Fucha in strength. They are really evenly matched. They are natural opponents. It is purely because of his psychological factors as Zakshan said. Let's talk about the reasons later~

A new chapter has begun, and a new case has come to your door~ Jiumi~