big master, big liar

"Mr. Song, you can tell your boss when you are in the prison. If you explain well, maybe the boss can spare your life—" Zhao Zhao said quickly.

Song Xuan turned his head to look at him.

There was a faint coolness in that gaze, against his face without a trace of a smile, there was a kind of majesty that no one dared to violate.

Zhao Kuai felt that his throat was sealed with wax, half of the words were stuck in his throat, unable to get in or out, it was very uncomfortable.

"Zheng-"

Detective Zhao quickly heard the buzzing sound of weapons from his waist, he looked down, Song Xuan drew out his own knife at some point, and the gleaming blade was standing in front of him.

"Song Xuan, you—" Zhao Kuai's voice trembled a little.

"Borrow a knife."

Song Xuan inserted the knife into the salt box with his backhand, and quickly pulled it out.

Before Zhao Kuai could say anything, he saw a depression in the middle of the salt in the box, like the sand on the top of an hourglass, which gradually decreased.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the salt in the box disappeared from a full box to only a thin layer at the bottom of the box, exposing the gap made by the knife.

"This..." Detective Zhao was dumbfounded and speechless. "How is this going?"

"I don't know if there are secret passages or cellars in this house. Maybe you can go and check one or two. Maybe the person Zhao is looking for has not gone far, and is hiding under our feet."

Song Xuan didn't change his face, and pointed out the places in the house that might be the entrance of the secret passage, and several policemen went to check according to the words, and they found the entrance of the secret passage at the mouth of the well in the backyard.

Song Xuan inserted a few times into the remaining salt boxes as usual, watching the salt grains in the box drain, the expression on his face did not change at all, he just turned around and inserted the official knife back to find Zhao Chuan. Quick scabbard.

The left and right people caught a few people from the secret passage, and Song Xuan looked, the fat head and big ears in the lead, whoever it is, is not the boss who does business with them.

Immediately afterwards, several boxes of silk and satin were brought out from under the house.

"The bottom of the box has been hollowed out long ago, it's just connected to the secret passage, if you don't allow it to be lifted, it will be impossible to lift it at all." Song Xuan looked at the box and said slowly. "How dare you use such a small skill to show it in Sifang City?"

This is also an old routine that people have used long ago. Usually, these boxes are filled with silver, pretending to buy goods, and the merchants deliver the goods to the door.

Later, when paying, first let the merchant see the silver to get the credit, and take away the goods.Then pretend to be in a hurry to leave, quietly take the silver from the secret road, and escape.

When the businessman waited and waited and did not see the owner coming back, he couldn't help opening the box to get the silver, only to face the empty box, and then realize that he had been cheated.

This round, it's just the same technique, a reprint of the plot.

The difference is that these people exchanged silver for private salt, but did not escape.

The fabric master at the side breathed a sigh of relief: "My lord, I figured it out this time, we have nothing to do with private salt at all, we are serious businessmen buying and selling fabrics."

"Not necessarily."

Master Cloth looked over in surprise and found that the person who spoke was actually Song Xuan.

"The boss took great pains to replace the cloth with private salt, and he didn't escape immediately." Song Xuan spoke in a slow, erratic tone, as if a fortune teller was counting a person's lifespan. "I'm afraid it's not for money."

Song Xuan walked forward slowly, seeing the businessman's eyes flickering, he stretched out a hand to press his forehead: "Let me guess, what do you want to say?"

The businessman opened his mouth, but seeing Song Xuan's strange expression, he didn't open his mouth.

Song Xuan's eyes moved: "Someone bought you off? Is that so?"

"A man in blue brocade clothes, with a long face, a hooked nose, and a mole at the corner of his mouth?" Song Xuan's tone became softer. "What did he promise you? Fame? Profit?... No, I know."

"He allowed you to be exonerated and granted you a good citizenship, right?"

Every time Song Xuan said something, the businessman's eyes would move. At the end, the businessman was startled, threw himself on the ground without hesitation, and shouted loudly: "The villain is indeed here to buy and sell private goods with them. Yan, you didn't escape in time, and I ask the official to say a few good words in front of Master Qingtian for the sake of the villain's repentance!"

It's just that everyone had heard of Song Xuan's strangeness, and now seeing Song Xuan's process of questioning him with their own eyes, they all felt the absurdity of this scene.

Even the police officers looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Boss... what should we do?" someone asked Zhao quickly in a low voice.

Then Zhao Kuai was also taken aback, wavered for a long time, and finally said: "Take them all away!"

"This...Mr. Song?"

"Take it away too," Zhao Zhao quickly gritted his teeth and said. "We are the police, and we only need to catch people. As for who is the prisoner, that needs to be verified by the higher-ups, and we have no control over it."

As he said that, he looked at Song Xuan, with a timid tone: "Mr. Song, it's not that we intend to embarrass you."

Song Xuan didn't make a fuss, with a faint smile on his face: "It's natural, it's just what happened here, and I hope everyone will report it truthfully."

Detective Zhao shouted loudly, he didn't even dare to handcuff Song Xuan, so he was wrapped around Song Xuan, and the group went to the government office, thinking over and over again about Song Xuan's evil ways just now.

Song Xuan was not at peace in his heart.

He broke the case on the spot, and he just wanted to let as many people as possible know the truth first, so as not to be too passive.

After passing through the government, I don't know what the situation is, and I don't know if I have a chance if I want to refute it.

After all, he still doesn't know the purpose of the people behind this scene.

It's just a temporary idea that he came here for Fang Qiutang's business, this round is aimed at Fang Qiutang, there's nothing wrong with that.

At first he thought it was Ji Ni's person, it was because this kid couldn't think about it, and wanted to overwhelm Fang Qiutang again, that's why he made such a foolish move.

But now it seems that no matter how cold-blooded and ruthless Ji Ni is, the crime of buying and selling illegal salt will not be charged on Fang Qiutang's head.

And Fang Qiutang himself is even poorer and whiter. He used to come from at least the Fang family of an imperial merchant, and now he is the only one left in the Fang family. Who would deliberately try to incriminate him and send him to the guillotine? ?

"Captain Zhao, what order did you receive this time?" Song Xuan lowered his voice and whispered to the officer beside him.

Catcher Zhao was taken aback for a moment, he never expected Song Xuan to be so blunt: "This..."

Song Xuan secretly grabbed the corner of his sleeve, and flicked in a small ingot of silver ingot with his hands and feet very quickly: "Just chatting casually, we are all acquaintances, and we are just trying to survive in Sifang City."

This pass was also a complete collection of threats and lures, and Zhao Kuai's mouth was not made of iron, so it was pried open in minutes: "I'll just tell you, you just have to know what you have in mind."

"This time the investigation is very strict. The superior ordered that everyone involved in the case be arrested regardless of the charges."

Detective Zhao quickly repeated the order, and put on a smiling face again: "Otherwise, if I don't give anyone face, I will always give you face."

Song Xuan thought about it for a moment, and he had a certain resolution in his heart.