Inscription of Different Cases

In the evening, at Han Lang's suggestion, they ate hot pot directly at home with the ingredients sent by "Brother Ruan".Skinks and ermines also came to join in the fun, and the two monsters gathered at the same table, but they were very harmonious.Eating hot pot in sweltering weather also has a special taste, Han Lang's face flushed by the heat, his mood improved, and he dragged Lin Xiaosheng to pour bitter water.

The two little monsters couldn't understand what they were talking about. They were busy eating and almost fought for a rabbit leg.After talking for a while, Han Lang felt a pain in his forehead, so he filled a water bag and applied it.Lin Xiaosheng listened to him in silence, and didn't express his opinion. Han Lang didn't want to say anything. He leaned against the table with his forehead, and heaved a long sigh every once in a while.

Lin Xiaosheng got tired of hearing this, and said angrily, "You guys are turning your back on the others too, isn't it just what you want?"

After thinking about it, Han Lang felt that this was indeed the case, but his heart became more and more panicked: "I just don't feel well, and I feel uncomfortable when I think of being missed by others."

"Really?"

Han Lang thought about it carefully for a while, and it seemed that it was not the case. He had mixed feelings in his heart, and he had all kinds of strange thoughts.But he still insisted: "Really."

"I don't know how to comfort people," Lin Xiaosheng said bluntly, "If you really like him, get him back. If you don't like him, just leave it at that. If he bothers you again, just beat him up."

Han Lang fell silent. Although Lin Xiaosheng's words were not pleasant, he understood the meaning.Isn't it just He Yijiu, life is still going well, it's too inappropriate to be depressed because of such a person.Just as he was thinking, there was another yell nearby, it turned out that the skink had a broken bone between his teeth, and he was crying and calling for Lin Xiaosheng to help.

Han Lang sat in his seat and watched the two of them make a fuss, and the ermine also joined in the fun, and came up with some bad ideas.After looking at it for a while, his mood improved a lot, and a smile gradually appeared on his stern face.

Before leaving, he thanked Lin Xiaosheng, hugged the ermine for the first time, and patted the skink on the head.

"Why don't you hug me!" Skink was not happy.

"Because you are ugly." Lin Xiaosheng said concisely.

Han Lang walked out of the house amidst the skink's angry cry.It was getting dark outside, and the bright moonlight poured down from the sky like water, casting a tranquility everywhere, adding a hint of desolation and coldness.Han Lang opened the door of his house, walked through the empty hall, and stood alone in the narrow courtyard.The scene of him and He Yijiu drinking and chatting here last time reappeared in front of his eyes. With a shiver in his heart, he went back to his room and closed the door heavily.

It was completely clean.

At the same time, He Yijiu was drinking in his thatched cottage.Many people already know what he messed up with Han Lang. His subordinates don't know anything about love and love, so they all comforted him and said, "Master He, you can't find anyone, so why bother with this rope?" How about hanged?"

He Yijiu didn't bother to pay attention to them.

There are exceptions, the little thief who sneaks through doors and picks locks likes to cling to him, serving him tea and water, so warm.He Yijiu was annoyed, and it felt better if someone complained. The little thief helped him rub his shoulders and beat his back, and helped him arrange food and drinks. Finally, he sat opposite him and said earnestly, "Master He, there are no difficulties in life. ..."

He Yijiu interrupted him: "Stop talking nonsense with me."

This little thief claims to be a veteran in love, and although he does not date very serious people on weekdays, he feels that he is qualified to enlighten them, Lord He.

"Master He, it's really not a big deal," he said, "and that kid just uttered a few harsh words. All the big girls in Huanghua are like this, and this guy is not far behind. Maybe he's in his heart You have a beautiful head, and I like to see Master He feel bad for him."

"You're the one who talks a lot, right?" He Yijiu glared at him.

The little thief shrank his neck, paused for a moment and said: "...Master He, how about I speak for you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Hey," the little thief shook his head, "Then what do you want to do, Lord He, just leave him alone?"

He Yijiu snorted coldly, and drank another bowl of wine, it was so hot that his throat and eyes hurt.

"Master He, don't be angry, there's really nothing to be angry about," the little thief went up to persuade him, "That man surnamed Han didn't wink, who is our Lord He, who follows him every day like a grandson, he shouldn't take it back It's really not a thing."

He Yijiu raised his eyes and glanced at him, the little thief immediately bristled, and hurriedly said: "Hey, hey, I didn't mean that, I meant that Mr. He worried about him, I didn't mean to scold you—oh my mouth!"

The little thief immediately slapped himself. He was afraid that He Yijiu would be dissatisfied. When he was about to slap him a second time, the other party said softly, "I'm mad at me. It's none of his business."

The little thief was stunned: "Huh?"

He Yijiu slammed the wine bowl in his hand and let out a "dang" sound: "I was too anxious, and I chose the worst time. Who said that day was all shit, I killed so many people, I feel aggrieved I was in a panic, so I wanted to find him to be gentle and tender. But I suddenly thought, what stand do I take, and he has not accepted me so far. Thinking like this makes me feel even more uncomfortable, and then when I get anxious, I say everything I think gone."

"Master He, why are you so restrained?" The little thief helped him pour a bowl of wine and asked, "If he wants to follow you sooner or later, if he doesn't like you from the bottom of his heart, it will be regarded as breaking his hamstring." He will escape too."

He Yijiu glanced at the other party arrogantly, and hummed, "Your words are decent."

"Then what is He going to do?"

He Yijiu didn't answer, he raised the wine bowl and shook it lightly, a lot of transparent wine spilled out from the rim.He maintained this posture, gradually lost in thought.Knowing that he was thinking, the thief didn't dare to intervene. After an hour of silence, he said goodbye and slipped out.

"Master He is a lover...why didn't I find out before." He said to himself.

"Who are you talking about?" He Yijiu suddenly walked out from behind, startling him.

"No nothing!" The little thief was afraid of offending He Yijiu, so he quickly changed the subject, "Master He, why did you come out?"

"Drink too much, go up. Come out and blow some air."

"Ah... oh!"

The two walked one after the other in the alley late at night, and the scene was extremely strange.He Yijiu walked ahead alone, looking rather unhappy. It was the first time in so many years that he lost so miserably in the love scene. Not only did he lose all his money, but he also lost his heart that he thought he could roam the world without any worries. went in.He hated his failure, and also hated Han Lang's unfeeling.How could that person be so reticent?Should pry open his brain to see if it's made of iron.

So many people have persuaded him for a day, and he also thought about whether to let it go.But he was unwilling, unwilling, and unwilling.It's hard to get used to that silly boy so much that he can't do without him. How can such a long time of hard work be in vain?And he asked himself, he was sure that he liked Han Lang, he couldn't care about the future, he just liked it now, he didn't want anyone except Han Lang.

I like his handsome face and his upright temperament.I like his seriousness in handling cases, the occasional blushing ears when he is shy, and the pursed mouth when he is stubborn.I like his crisp and sharp fighting skills, and his silly eyes squinting with satisfaction when he eats good food.

He Yijiu sighed, his mind was not sober after being drunk, and the more he thought about it, the more itchy and unbearable he felt.When did I become so sloppy?He should have asked clearly at that time, the two of them had a quick fight, and there was nothing else they dared to say.

But he didn't dare to ask.

He was afraid that Han Lang would say one more word, and he really didn't know what to do in a fit of anger.

Thinking of this, He Yijiu wiped his face and secretly cursed a few dirty words.The little thief hurriedly said a few words of concern to him, but he grunted and waved his hand to mean don't worry about it.

He just wanted to be alone.

The two walked out of the alley and walked to the street.The thief was hesitant to hold He Yijiu, because the outside was different from the alley, there were people watching the night, it would be troublesome if he was caught.While he was worrying, a figure suddenly flashed at the fork in front of him, his clothes looked familiar.I saw the man stumbled and ran out for about ten feet, then fell, got up and continued to run, as if he had encountered something terrible.

He Yijiu also felt that it was unusual, so he stopped and took a look.The little thief hurried up to claim credit and said, "I know this person."

"Who?"

"The cooper on this street seems to be called Shi Qing."

He Yijiu let out a "tsk", didn't care much, and left in another way.

Early the next morning, as soon as He Yijiu went out, he heard the commotion outside, a group of people gathered together and didn't know what to discuss.When he went over to ask, someone immediately pointed to the house at the entrance of the alley and said, "There is a dead person inside!"

He Yijiu bypassed the crowd and accurately saw the dead person in the room with his excellent eyesight.I don't know him. I seem to have met him a few times. He is a resident nearby.The person was strangled to death, with a rope wrapped around his neck, the other end hanging on the ground, and a bench was placed beside him with his legs upturned.The same rope was also hanging from the beam, but the end was cut off. It seems that this person was first hung on it.

Hanged ghost, tsk tsk.He Yijiu thought to himself.Suicide or something else?Forget it, I'm too lazy to care, anyway, it has nothing to do with me.However, the fact that a case has occurred here, does it mean that that person is coming?He backed up and stood in a hidden corner, wanting to take a look at him for nothing else.

The weather was gloomy, and a few gray clouds were blown by the wind and hung on the edge of the eaves, like a pile of dirty cotton wool.Han Lang rushed over in less than a quarter of an hour, against the light, with a cold expression on his face.Several yamen servants immediately brought him in.After a while, he came out with a serious look on his face.He has this expression every time he encounters a troublesome case, his brows are furrowed, his lips are slightly pursed, and his back is straightened.The black and red official uniform was worn on him, which just outlined a perfect waistline. He Yijiu hurriedly turned his head sideways, his heart felt itchy as if he had been brushed by a feather.

Han Lang was instructing the two policemen what to do, with a faint smile on his face.But when he looked around, and when he landed on He Yijiu, the smile on his face flowed away like water on gauze.He Yijiu opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. Han Lang turned his back and left directly, as if he didn't see anything.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he turned and left.

Han Lang turned his head back after a while, watching He Yijiu's back disappear into the corner of the street, his face still expressionless.The policeman next to him called him three times before he heard him, and the other party was puzzled: "Master Han, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Han Lang rubbed his temples with his hands, "Maybe I have a little heat stroke."

It was hot enough, the sky was covered with gray clouds, and the ground was like a steamer, impenetrable to a breath of wind.Han Lang walked around the scene, they were all ordinary bungalows with few residents.A few crooked elm trees were planted among the sparse houses, and sparrows built their nests on the trees, flying around noisily.A wild dog barked endlessly with its tail between its legs. It had probably never seen so many strangers in this alley.It is true that the people living in this area are all poor families, or those refugees who make their homes all over the world. Now that there is a case, it may be difficult to investigate.

Just the identity of the deceased was difficult enough, the neighbors all asked, and they only said that this person was named Qi Ye, lived alone, where he came from, and what he did.

The appearance of the deceased is also very ordinary, the kind that can't be found in the crowd, and can't leave any impression on people.Han Lang took a closer look at the room, and found that the layout was very simple. This Qi Ye was not rich, but he was not impoverished either.There was some food stored in the rice jar, and there were also a lot of wine jars. Han Lang opened one and smelled it. It was just low-quality rice wine with a layer of foam floating on it, which looked a little disgusting.

"Did this Qi Ye come to a party before?" Han Lang said to himself.

"Maybe," a policeman replied, "a lot of empty bowls were thrown away in the kitchen, and there were also scattered footprints outside the door."

"Go ask the neighbors who they've seen coming."

The policeman took orders, and Han Lang returned to the corpse.There was no external injury, except that there was a black and purple strangle mark on the neck, and the blood underneath could almost seep out of the skin.At this time Wu Zuo came, and after carefully examining the corpse, he said to Han Lang, "Strangled to death."

Han Lang was not surprised and nodded.

Wu Zuo turned out another piece of pale pink peach blossom paper from the body of the deceased, and there was a scent of rouge when it came close.Han Lang looked at the signature above and raised his eyebrows: "Yihong?"

"Ah, I know," another policeman interjected, "Yihong is the top sign in Fengqilou, a nobleman, who can compose poems, paint, play the piano and dance. I heard that tomorrow is the day when she will take the stage. This letterhead It's just an invitation."

"Oh?" Han Lang shook the letterhead in his hand. He didn't know anything about brothels, he only knew that Fengqi Tower was much more upmarket than places like Yichunyuan, "I'm afraid it's not cheap."

"No, this peach blossom note should be the most corner position, as I remember, it's probably only five taels of silver."

Han Lang nodded, slowly rolled up the letter paper and put it in his bosom, and said to himself, "Five taels of silver is not a small sum, where did he get the money?"

Now the policeman who went out to inquire about the neighbors came back, and said to Han Lang: "Some people say that this Qi Ye has no real business. He occasionally goes out to do some odd jobs, but he likes to make friends. He knows a lot of people, and every now and then Please come to the house to make a fuss, drink and fight until the next morning before resting."

"That is to say, there are many people who come here, and they can't be sure who they are?"

"Yes, but they are all similar to him, and they are not decent people by looking at their clothes."

A name popped up in Han Lang's mind, and he suppressed it, but his voice was still a bit cold: "I know."

The policeman didn't know who he was thinking of, so he walked around the room and asked again: "Master Han, did this person hang himself?"

Han Lang shook his head: "Impossible, it must be murder."

"Ah, how come?"

"You don't even think about it, how could someone spend a lot of money to get the invitation card for the Fengqilou singing banquet, and then hang himself to death the night before?"

The policeman suddenly realized "Oh".At this time, Wu Zuo next to him also interjected: "Look at the strangle marks. If you died by suicide, the rope would only leave a mark on the front of the neck. But there are still strangle marks on the back of the neck, which is very strange. Obviously it is Marks left by crossing ropes when strangled."

"Then... who would kill him?"

"Let's start with the people he knows," Han Lang sighed, "You go door-to-door and ask around, as long as you are close to Qi Ye, you only know the appearance or the name, write it down. "

The policeman replied loudly "Yes" and ran out the door immediately.Han Lang rubbed his temples. To be honest, he is not in a very good condition. These days, his mind is always in a hurry and he goes to He Yijiu, even his thoughts are blocked.Moreover, this case... happened near that person's house again, so it's not that they suspect him, but they will definitely meet again in the future.

What's more, he should really ask He Yijiu to find out about Qi Ye's situation in a business-like manner.However, there is no need to go in person, right?

Thinking of this, he hurried out to call the policeman back, and told him He Yijiu's address directly: "You pay a visit to this man, he may know more."

"Oh, I see." The policeman nodded quickly, and trotted away.