The first work of the imperial prison

Shen Jiang has doubts about the questions on the small note, and he really can't tell whether the idea on other people's bed can solve the case or find something, but Master Jiao has already proved his strength, and he may not be able to eat it soon if he follows it. Meat, if it goes the other way, it will definitely be unlucky immediately.

What can he do?Of course, run errands to check immediately!

One is just talkative, telling him to ask for this or that, but you can’t solve the case because you are lazy and slow, it’s nothing to do with his young master Jiao who is in prison; a high-ranking authority orders and prohibits, doesn’t talk much, and doesn’t explain when he speaks , Doing it is killing people. Why do you reflect on yourself when you are killed? If you are not capable enough, you have to squeeze to the front and be remembered by the leader.

Shen Jiang felt that his stomach was full of Coptis chinensis, and he couldn't tell what he was suffering. The promotion and fortune he imagined was not like this at all!

Fortunately, the people involved in the case were familiar, so he asked his subordinates to call them to the Liang residence one by one, and by the way, according to Young Master Jiao's request, re-survey the scene, and simply draw it down to mark the key points.

After finishing the work, go back to have a sip of tea, and the next answer has come, which one to ask first?

"Ask first-"

Shen Jiang looked at the ball of paper in his hand, Master Jiao didn't order it!Forget it, draw a lot.

I closed my eyes and threw the ball of paper on the table, grabbed one at random, opened it—oh, exciting!It's just you, who told you to be unlucky!

"Call Anhe in."

An He is the concubine of the deceased. She is tall and thin, but her waist is slender and her legs are long, but her chest is a bit flat and her figure is not so graceful. She will look old, but she must not be sweet and charming. If it is not for the gentle temperament with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, it is really hard to imagine why Liang Wei would accept her. Is it because the women in the brothel are not delicate enough, or Xiaojiabiyu is not soft enough?

According to Ye Baiting's request, Shen Jiang wrote down the characteristics of the other party on the paper. Thinking that the concubines in the backyard are all of this type, he also wrote a stroke of it. Why is it so unique, a woman with little meat on her body is comfortable to hug?

"Master Zongqi... I have said everything I should have said before I became a concubine, and I dare not hide it..." Jin Yiwei was well-known, and An He's face turned pale.

"I'm asking you something different today," Shen Jiang Da Ma Jindao sat in front of the case, very bluffing, "You said that night was the same as usual, the owner of the house didn't ask anyone to order the backyard, but he didn't need a woman to serve him. When the door was closed and the keys were opened, no one dared to move around, and no one heard anything. The next day, the housekeeper said that something happened and you were not allowed to move around. You only knew about it. No one dares to move?"

"This... If you have such doubts, I don't dare to guarantee it, but I can't count the ten fingers who were beaten to death for violating the ban before." An He trembled, "I want to have a good time in this house." Alive, the master's rules cannot be disobeyed at all."

Shen Jiang finished, and asked the question on the paper decently: "How often does Liang Wei ask you to serve? Who serves the most?"

An He lowered her head: "The head of the family doesn't care about desires. The changers in the backyard are just greedy for freshness. It's not a good thing. In ten days and a half months, at most one or two times. In the past six months, concubines... are called the most."

"I see that there are many girls in the backyard, why are you favored?"

"This...probably because I am obedient and never talk much."

"How does he like you to serve you? What kind of posture is he good for? Is his hand strong or not? Is he coming quickly?"

"This..." An He blushed instantly, she didn't know if the question was a joke or a real one, let alone whether she should say it or how to say it.

Shen Jiang slapped the table: "Speak!"

An He trembled a bit: "Master loves to carry... the posture behind his back, he doesn't show much pity for others, his hands are strong and it hurts, it's best not to talk or move during the process, otherwise it will be trivial to be kicked out in the future. He will definitely be punished right away, if... he is used as a tool, he won’t be able to get out of bed for ten days and half a month.”

With a brush in hand, Shen Jiang wrote the answer on the paper, and continued to ask the question: "What kind of intimacy does he like, hugging or kissing?"

"My master... never hugged us, never kissed us, and never kissed us during the process."

"Not kissing anywhere?"

"It's not... When I'm very excited and can't hold it back, the master will kiss our eyes, but it must be covered with a smoky veil."

"When you're done, never leave anyone overnight?"

"Never."

"Does he have an outside room? A girl he particularly likes?"

"My lord, you are joking. If there is a girl you like, you can just marry her. The master is very capable. Unless he is looking for a princess, the lady of the official family will definitely be able to marry her if she wants to marry her, let alone the outside room."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Master likes to drink, but he is busy with work, so there are not many opportunities to drink safely. Every time he gets drunk the day before, he will ask us to serve him the day after. Wine is different from tea, if the master drinks wine outside, I will be able to smell it..."

According to the questions on the paper, Shen Jiang asked them one by one, and wrote them one by one. He asked them carefully and recorded them completely, not even missing any modal particles.

After asking this question, he called the butler Li Bo: "At night, there is no one around the master to serve you, you people are quite good at stealing and playing tricks."

Uncle Li frowned habitually, with a bitter expression on his face: "Your Excellency, you have misunderstood. It's not that we don't want to serve you. It's that since the small building was built, the owner of the house used to be alone, and he didn't let anyone follow him. He even went through the main courtyard. The small door of the small building must be locked, and the corner door next to the small building is not allowed to let people go."

Shen Jiang's pen paused: "That is to say, this small building is connected to the street outside? You don't know if someone came in between?"

Uncle Li: "That being said, it's more serious. Who visits at night? Although there is no porter at the corner gate, it will be bolted when the time comes. The wall is high and the yard is deep, so outsiders can't come in easily."

"Recently there have been thieves at home?"

"Yes... something happened to the master, and everyone was afraid of trouble. The concierge, Tian Dazhuang, was the darkest, the fastest runner, and the most money along the way. He hasn't caught anyone yet."

"Think about it, when did the thieves happen? After Liang Wei died, or when he was around, did the burglars start at home?"

"This...the poor are suddenly rich, without the help of their clansmen, it is inevitable that the family will be missed by thieves..."

"Who was Liang Wei close to before his death? Did colleagues and friends visit? Are there more people of the same age or more young people?"

"Master is lonely and doesn't like to make friends. There are a lot of people out there, of all ages, who come to the house... There is a colleague named Lu Pengchi, and the relationship is not bad, but this Lu Pengchi is old. Six or seven years old, parents, wife and children at home, everything is trivial, and I don't have much free time, but I haven't been here in the past few months, there must be some conflicts..."

"Then why don't you help the Patriarch get rid of favors and give some gifts to make the relationship back?"

"This... made the adults laugh. Even though the villain is the housekeeper, he can't have the final say on the affairs of the house. All the keys to the warehouse, as well as the account books of the house, are kept by the master himself..."

……

Shen Jiang took notes one by one, writing one paper after another, detailing everything. After everyone asked, he found that his neck was stiff. Solving a case is really not done by humans!Just toss around like this, and it's almost time again!

He only has three days!

He didn't even have time to eat, so he went back to Beizhen Fusi, just before entering the door, he met the commander who was going out, Qiu Yiqing was dressed in a flying fish suit, with an embroidered spring knife on his waist, with a fierce aura, and his figure was high and hidden. Murderous, is to go out to kill people!

He jumped back in fright, leaning his head against the wall tightly, not daring to look at it.

When the horse ran away and there was no more movement, he poked his head out, and the lieutenant who was often used by Qiu Yiqing was waiting for him with his embroidered spring knife.

Shen Jiang: ...

Lieutenant General Zheng Ying is not as good-looking as his master, but his icy aura is very similar: "Shen Zongqi, you only have two days."

Shen Jiang hurriedly saluted: "Thank you, Lieutenant General, for reminding me, I will take care of the commander and envoy, and my subordinates will keep it in mind, and I will never forget it!"

He ran into the imperial prison in a hurry, and handed Ye Baiting the confession record: "Quick, read it now!"

Ye Baiting usually speaks slowly, eats slowly, and walks two steps with the help of the wall, which is very ugly, but he has always had a correct attitude towards work, and he quickly took over and looked at it without saying a word of nonsense.

At first, the pages were turned very quickly, but then it became slower and slower, and his face became more and more serious.

Shen Jiang felt that he had been drugged. He couldn't help but want to be angry when the young master Jiao spoke.So what's the one-two-three tip?What about the momentum to determine the time of Frost's death?Come on, I can't stand it!

Ye Baiting: "Let's go."

Shen Jiang: ...

What kind of shit are you talking about!What told me to go, I'm going, what about the case!Two days, but only two days left!

Ye Baiting frowned and looked at him: "Shen Zongqi isn't going to eat? Aren't you hungry?"

After running errands for a day, I drank a stomach full of tea, who would not be hungry, but food is more important than life!

"Work comes first!" Shen Jiang didn't expect to say such words one day, "Why are you hungry, I don't want to eat!"

Ye Baiting said 'Oh': "Then I'm hungry."

Shen Jiang: ...

You don't want to sit on the ground and raise the price again, you want this and that!

"What is Shen Zongqi thinking?" Ye Baiting divided the paper full of confessions into several parts and put them in front of him, "I have to think about sorting out so much information all at once, right?"

"How long will it take?"

"Come over at noon tomorrow."

Shen Jiang became anxious: "Master! Ancestor! Hurry up, I was rushed outside just now! We only have two and a half days left!"

Ye Baiting glanced at him lightly: "Did you tell him what I said earlier?"

Shen Jiang froze for a moment, then shook his head: "No." It was Lieutenant General Zheng Ying who reminded him of the time, not the commander himself, so he forgot.

"Then it's over?" Ye Baiting tidied up the papers slowly, "If it's too late, this sentence can save your life."

Shen Jiang almost burst into tears: "But what I want is to get promoted and get rich, not to save my life!"

Thinking about the style of the Commander, his heart trembles. He is a workaholic. He sets an example in everything and can punish himself. There is no one who is accommodating in front of him. If the time passes, he will have to die if he does not die. Go half life!

Ye Baiting: "If you keep talking nonsense, I may have to think about it until tomorrow night."

Shen Jiang: ...