Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

Shen Wuming enveloped the dead with the power of Yin-Yang School, his eyes slightly closed, his lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something.

The three suspects were all surprised, after all, they had heard of such methods, but had never seen them.

After all, Yin-Yang School is extremely difficult to practice.

Speaking of it, it originated from Taoism at first, and later split off and formed its own system.

But compared with Taoism, the system is not perfect.

There are several Taoist Nine Realm Heavenly Lords, while only "Tan Tianyan" of Yin-Yang School has reached the Nine Realms.

Another reason is that Yin-Yang School was once severely damaged by the most proud scholar in the world.

Now, except for the overseas Dongyingzhou, there is no complete inheritance in the Central Plains and the grasslands.

As a result, there are no outstanding people in the younger generation.

I didn't expect that Shen Wuming, at such a young age, could actually use the art of communicating with the underworld. This...

The real murderer couldn't help but secretly beat his drum in his heart.

As for the other two innocent people, they were quite curious, but they didn't have the previous worries.

Without the art of communicating with the underworld, they might be wronged.

But now that they can communicate with the deceased, the truth will naturally come to light. They just need to wait for a while.

"Puff!"

Shen Wuming's face suddenly turned pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. It was obvious that he was overloaded.

But when he opened his eyes, he seemed to have a plan in mind, and his eyes fell on Zhang Bian.

"What else do you have to say?"

Li Qianlong and Liu Wende subconsciously distanced themselves and moved to the side.

Look, don't look at yourself.

They didn't know whether Zhang Bian was innocent, but they both knew that he was innocent.

Zhang Bian's neck stiffened subconsciously, "It's not me, it's really not me."

"Sir, ask again, I really just went to ask for the city defense map at that time."

"I..."

He was still explaining, but Shen Wuming smiled, "Okay, I'm kidding you."

"I didn't practice well enough, the Yin-Yang family's method failed, and I didn't find out who the murderer was?"

Speaking of this, Shen Wuming sighed leisurely, spread his hands, and then looked at Pei Deben.

"Sir Pei, I am not talented enough, I really failed your kindness, let them go."

"Now there is no solid evidence, it's not a solution to keep people here, don't you think?"

"Forget it."

Pei Deben shook his head, then waved his hand and said, "If that's the case, then you can go."

"But I warn the real murderer, it's better to hide the fox's tail, otherwise... hum!"

As the three left, several figures hidden in the dark in the Dali Temple also rushed out.

Pei Deben looked at Shen Wuming thoughtfully, "Is what you said just now really reliable?"

"I have also encountered some cases where the deceased left information about the murderer before dying, but yours..."

"Strange."

After all, the deceased had only written before his death, or left some tokens.

Shen Wuming smiled jokingly, "Do you think that if you really committed suicide, you would use such a sexy trajectory?"

"Why do you have to cut it like this when you can just stab your heart with a knife? Do you have any special hobbies?"

"That's true."

Pei Deben was thoughtful.

...

After Zhang Bian and the other two left, they went their separate ways.

Liu Wende went home to get a pot of wine, and then went straight to the home of the military doctor.

He and the military doctor were good friends.

Although he was almost imprisoned this time, it did not affect their friendship, so he still had to come to pay tribute.

"Brother, you didn't drink this pot of wine. I said I would ask you to drink with me in two days."

"Now... I will drink with you."

Liu Wende sat on the floor of the mourning hall, his face full of melancholy, holding the good wine he collected in his hand.

Drank a sip by himself.

Fell another sip on the ground.

Took another sip.

Repeatedly.

The widow of the military doctor stood beside him, saying nothing, but with a complicated expression.

Li Qianlong was the housekeeper.

Now that there was no one in charge at home, he also took up the responsibility and accompanied him.

He bowed slightly, his face was submerged in the shadow of the candlelight, and it was not clear, but he was slightly impatient.

Three suspects, two were here.

The remaining Zhang Bian hurried back home, packed up his belongings, and prepared to leave Luoyang.

He has been the captain of the city gate for many years. Although he did not make a lot of money, he still made some small money.

He deceived his superiors and subordinates, embezzled and accepted bribes, and extorted protection fees from shops along the street when patrolling the streets.

The money had long been exchanged for gold notes, all packed together, and hurriedly left in the night.

However, after walking two streets and coming to an alley, hurried footsteps were heard from all directions.

"Not good!"

Zhang Bian, no matter how stupid he was, reacted at this time and looked over.

The yamen runners holding torches dispersed, and Pei Deben and the unknown Yin-Yang master came out.

"It's you!"

Shen Wuming smiled faintly, with a sense of superiority as a winner in his eyes, and at the same time he was a little speechless.

Speechless to the doctor of the Ministry of War.

Speechless to Zhang Bian.

Are everyone's operations so magical?

One used his heart to give a hint to the case solver before his death.

One was just released from the yamen, and now he was in a hurry to run away?

He thought he would have to wait for two days.

Zhang Bian glanced at everyone, his face was pale, and he had even lost the will to resist.

Only those who are officials in the imperial court know how terrifying Dali Temple is.

Resistance is in vain.

"I only have one question. There are three of us. Why did you target me?"

Zhang Bian said in a hoarse voice.

"You've been tricked."

Shen Wuming shrugged and faced his surprised gaze and said, "I didn't trick you, but the doctor of the Ministry of War tricked you."

"Did you force him to commit suicide? Before he committed suicide, he stabbed himself in the heart."

"Looking from the front, it slides from the lower left corner to the upper right corner. What is this word?"

A knife in the heart is a must!

Of course, it could also be words like forbearance, but judging from the trajectory, it is obviously more consistent.

And among the three suspects, in addition to Zhang Bian, Liu Wende also has a heart.

But according to the trajectory of the knife, if the doctor of the Ministry of War really wanted to give a hint, Liu Wende would have inserted the knife above the heart.

And it should be a horizontal knife to make it obvious.

"hehe!"

Zhang Bian's expression froze, then he laughed to himself, dropped the package in his hand, and raised his arms forward.

"I have long thought that this day would come, but I didn't expect it to come so soon."

Soon some government officials came forward and tied him up, took him back to Dali Temple, interrogated him all night, and signed and stamped him.

According to Zhang Bian's explanation, he and the Minister of War had long had a feud.

Because the Minister of the Ministry of War was previously a member of the Military Selection Department of the Ministry of War, Wai Lang, who was in charge of the selection of the military attachés in the capital.

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