The first work of the imperial prison

Inside the imperial prison, there was no wind and no light, and even the candle flames could not jump, but the young man in front of him, with the brightness and transparency of the moonlight, with a pair of black and white eyes, clear and clear, seemed to be able to shake the altar, making People forget that this is a world of darkness without light.

Shen Jiang even felt that he had made the right move, maybe if he was not careful, he could solve the case, get promoted and make a fortune!It doesn't matter what the autopsy is, and it doesn't matter whether the deceased is happy or not, what matters is who the murderer is!

"Are you following the clues of the thread and finding the quilt, then you can lock the murderer?"

"I think... probably no murderer would keep the quilt by his side at any time," Ye Baiting shook his head, "You need to go to the scene to investigate, whether it goes well or not, finding the quilt is the first step."

Shen Jiang thought about it, and found it difficult: "The robber knows to hide the knife when he kills someone, and the murderer probably hides the quilt. Although this orange silk thread is expensive, it is not scarce. People with a little money have it, and it can be found everywhere. , exactly the same thing, why do you say that one of them is the murder weapon? This murderer is so cunning, he can even disguise the scene of the crime, and he deceived the surname Bu, saying that he did it on his own. There is no murderer, so of course the quilt as the murder weapon must be dealt with."

Ye Baiting: "That's not necessarily the case. The murder blood clothes are easy to burn and easy to discard. The quilt is relatively too big, so it will be conspicuous no matter how you dispose of it. The deceased was smothered to death, and there seems to be no trace. The quilt is naturally much safer."

"Then how did I find it?" Shen Jiang was a little anxious, "How can you be sure that you found the one that did the murder?"

Ye Baiting frowned slightly: "Bloodstains." He pointed to the very shallow tear at the corner of the deceased's mouth, "No matter how small the amount of bleeding is, there are traces. There must be bloodstains on that quilt that are easily overlooked."

Shen Jiang touched his chin: "Okay, I'll go find this quilt!"

Ye Baiting asked again: "What did the deceased do for a living, what was his hobby, and what was his reputation outside?"

Shen Jiang: "The deceased's name is Liang Wei. He was a minor official of the sixth rank, a grain transshipment envoy, and he had a cloth business under his name. He was an orphan in his early years, with no family background or background. He has climbed all the way to this position. He is absolutely outstanding. His family wealth is enough for his children and grandchildren Huo Huo for several lifetimes, but it is a pity that he has no children, let alone grandchildren, so such a huge family wealth, I am afraid that it will be cheaper for the wives."

Ye Baiting: "Little wives?"

Shen Jiang: "Don't you ask about hobbies? His hobbies are three, one is cloth, the other is wine, and the third is concubine. He works as a grain transshipment envoy, but he doesn't do grain business. He has a lot of research on fabrics. There are more than a dozen houses opened in the capital city alone. Wanguan’s family’s wealth is earned from here. If you have nothing to do, you can taste wine. Those big and small grain merchants want to find him a way, and you can’t go wrong with delivering good wine. He is young, strong and vigorous. , and rich, a little bit of power, and of course sex is inevitable. In the past few years, I have to take in two or three concubines every year. When I get tired of playing, I either sell or give them away. Therefore, my reputation is not very good in this regard. .”

Ye Baiting: "According to his method, I'm afraid it's not easy to please a good girl?"

"Isn't that why?" Shen Jiang said with a face of 'you're talking', "No matter how poor the family is, they don't bring such girls to sell, his backyard is smoky, there are all kinds of red-brand kiln sisters, and they are obviously good-looking , is also an official, so far, no one of the right family can look up to him and can marry a wife in a serious manner."

Ye Baiting's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he pondered for a moment: "So he is a fickle person who has no feelings for his concubine? Or is he a playboy who has true feelings for women, but is easy to empathize with others?"

Shen Jiang: "I don't know. Anyway, in the eyes of outsiders, a concubine is not as good as good wine to him, and good wine is not as good as cloth and business to him."

So this is a man with a strong ambition, who loves money and wine...

"Is there no one around him who is particularly close, trustworthy and dependent?"

"About..." Shen Jiang thought for a long time, then shook his head, "Not really."

Ye Baiting's eyelashes moved slightly: "No, he must have."

"what?"

"It was hard work for Mr. Shen to investigate the scene and visit the social relations of the deceased. The murderer must be someone the deceased liked very much."

"What?" Shen Jiang didn't understand, why did the topic suddenly jump like this, "Why?"

Ye Baiting pointed to the clothes on the deceased's body: "Dressed like this, he must have been well-groomed, drinking at night, do you think he wants to enjoy himself?"

Shen Jiang: "Otherwise? It's been said that he likes to enjoy the night view from the roof."

Ye Baiting shook his head: "Other times, I don't say much, I just talk about the night when the deceased was killed. Let me ask you, Mr. Shen, if you want to be alone one day, enjoy the comfort and not be disturbed, do you want to be alone?" The most relaxed state?"

Shen Jiang nodded: "It must be."

Ye Baiting: "When you are most relaxed and don't want to see anyone, you wear these boots and this belt?"

Shen Jiang still didn't understand: "It's pretty."

Ye Baiting sighed: "This is at night, everything is quiet, there is nothing to disturb, if you want to drink alone, like me, I will change into the most comfortable pajamas, it can be cotton or linen, but it must be soft enough , I don’t want to be bound by anything, no matter what kind of belt, I’m too lazy to wear socks, let alone shoes——the clothes of the deceased, gorgeous and solemn, enough to show the figure but not comfortable, well-dressed, he is for people to see.”

Shen Jiang Tongling's eyes immediately widened: "You mean...there was a second person present?"

Ye Baiting: ...

He looked at Shen Jiang as if he was looking at a fool: "Didn't you say that there is a murderer in this case?"

"But who knew that the murderer could still drink with the deceased?" Shen Jiang thought about the file that came with the corpse, "There was only one wine cup at the scene!"

Ye Baiting: "So, Mr. General Banner, go and re-examine the scene carefully, find out where the murder happened, and ask nearby confessions. There must be someone who cared about the deceased and cared very much..."

Shen Jiang listened and listened, really convinced, this young master Jiao is really extraordinary, just a random autopsy, so many clues were picked up, each side is the direction, he is afraid that he is really going to make a contribution!

"Shouldn't there be a cup of tea?"

Ye Baiting has said everything that should be said, and tested what can be tested. He lowered his eyes, carefully put on the corpse covering, covering the body of the deceased, took two steps towards the basin shelf, and slowly cleaned his hands.

In just the blink of an eye, the young master Jiao who had finished the autopsy was like a weak scholar whose energy had been sucked dry by a goblin. His clear eyes, the light in his eyes, and his wise temperament were all gone, and his throat was visibly hoarse. No longer the refreshing sharpness of the previous time, thin waist, slender legs and tender hands, trembling with one step, and having to support the wall after two steps, as if it could be broken by a gust of wind, as if he would die in a second.

Shen Jiang: ...

"It was agreed before..." Young Master Jiao walked a few steps with his support on the wall, and suddenly stopped when he remembered a big thing.

"Rice porridge, right? I'll give you two meals a day, two bowls per meal—how about it, isn't I very generous?" Shen Jiang rubbed his chin, smiling viciously, "But it's only a few days, you have to watch How great is the young master's help."

Ye Baiting nodded, quietly walked towards his cell.

Shen Jiang locked his cell door, and just as he left, whistles came from the cell behind him, all aimed at Ye Baiting. The 'neighbors' were very excited, interested in him, purely booing, bringing Malicious, filthy eyes... all swept towards him.

"Hey, little brother is very good at what to do, Zongqi will open and close the door for you in person!"

"If you can do it today, you will be able to do it tomorrow. I didn't expect Zongqi to be good at this mouth... It's just a little dirty, so I can't put it down."

"Hehe... If you can't talk today, maybe tomorrow, this little waist is very long..."

The only clean place on Ye Baiting's body, those hands washed with clean water, became the target of public criticism, white tender, slender, soft, warm... skin, how long has it been since I saw it?

And this person, like them, is a prisoner who can't get out.

Just thinking about it makes people excited!

On the opposite side lived an eight-foot strong man with a beard, scars on his face, and fierce eyes. He would be dragged out every few days and be executed. He hadn't died for more than three months. It looked very bad Damn, among all the people, his gaze is the most presumptuous and blatant.

"Take off the dead man's clothes, look at the dead man's chicken, just for a bowl of rice porridge, is it shameful?" He pushed his hips forward rudely, and smiled strangely, "Why don't you follow my brother, my brother will give you meat, if you want to eat Eat as much as you want, and eat as long as you want."

"Hahahaha—"

With laughter accompanied by whistles, the 'neighbors' booed together, thinking that they would surely make the child cry, but they didn't expect them to speak up.

"I make a living by my own ability, what's the shame?" Ye Baiting glanced at the other side slowly, "It's your mother who must cry a lot at home."

The scar-faced man narrowed his eyes: "What did you say?"

Ye Baiting: "Food is very precious and should not be wasted."

The air was silent for a moment, and everyone didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence. Are you saying that the old lady is pitiful, and that such a thing was wasted and no one will give it to the elderly?But I feel that the atmosphere is not quite like...

"puff--"

In the quiet environment, Ye Baiting's neighbor on the right laughed especially loudly, and shook the dirty fan away with a 'swipe' sound: "If you are ugly, you should avoid the limelight, so that others will not be able to eat when they see this face. I immediately spit out my face... This man's appearance is really uncanny, it's not very suitable for my appetite."

Crowd:  …

So this kid is calling others ugly!Not only didn't he cry in embarrassment, he didn't change the subject, he even attacked directly - don't say such dirty words, I'm not afraid, I only blame you for being too ugly, I don't want to play.

How the hell will you play tricks in the future!

"The prison is here, and it's better than being ashamed - are you ashamed?"

The neighbor on the right waved his fan gracefully, and after attacking others, he looked at Ye Baiting again: "But little brother, you are not kind, did you give your neighbor a favour? Is the hot porridge worth my point?"

Ye Baiting: ...

The neighbor on the left also thought of the incident of "being tricked into helping": "Yes, I have a share of this porridge!"

Afraid that Ye Baiting would not agree, he immediately raised his voice and yelled at the scar-faced strong man on the opposite side: "You! That's you! Turn your face away! It's been a while since I've had hot porridge, I don't want to vomit!"

The burly man with the scarred face stared, and was about to stand up suddenly. With a movement of his wrist, he didn't know how to do it. A small mud ball shot over, just brushed his face, and hit the wall behind him. Smashed a shallow hole!

The scar-faced burly man didn't fart, sat back aggrieved, and turned around.

Others moved too fast, and the light was too dim. Everyone in the prison didn't understand why the scar-faced man was cowardly, and immediately booed.

The neighbor on the left brushed his hair and looked at Ye Baiting: "I have a share of porridge."

Ye Baiting: ...

Unexpectedly, in this imperial prison, his worth of two bowls of hot porridge can actually help the world.