Dali Siqing solves the case and is super god

The sky outside the window has completely darkened. The candlelight on the table is flickering, reflecting in the skinny man's eyes, his complexion is paler and his lips are paler, but those eyes are so dark that they seem to be breathtaking, making you unable to move. dare not move.

Hou Jiuhong's forehead was sweating, his heart was finished, one wrong step, one wrong step, he buried himself in the pit!

This sick man knows everything, can guess everything, and even 'being tricked' has become his means of counter-killing... The debt with fingerprints is a fait accompli, who can resist it?If you walk out through this door today, the money will be invalidated, and you will never get it again!

"why me?"

"Didn't you come to find me?"

Holding the cup of tea with white fingers, Chao Muyun slowly took a sip.

The law of control illusion, people always feel that their own experience and ability can control what happens around them, the most typical example is buying lottery tickets, Hou Jiuhong believes that he can control the "hostage" based on his own experience and ability, even if he is "hostage" Confused, he still relies on the absolute suppression of force, thinking that it is trivial and still controllable, and if he is not vigilant enough, he will of course be led into the trap step by step.

But with someone available in front of him, he didn't have the time or energy to find another one, so he just made do with it.

"So did I guess right?" Chao Muyun looked at Hou Jiuhong, "Gold, you got it?"

"No!" It's just that he didn't have it, so he was so annoyed, he was still not reconciled, and wanted to get it back, it was his gold!

Chao Muyun raised his eyebrows: "No? Don't you know where it's hidden?"

Hou Jiuhong gritted his teeth: "When I went, the gold was gone! People died too!"

Chao Muyun: "Really?"

Hou Jiuhong bared his teeth: "Believe it or not! If you have the ability, show evidence, accuse me of murder, and let the people of Dali Temple arrest me!"

"Second master is very grand."

"You already know, what clumsiness do I have to hide! My Black Wind Village robs the rich and helps the poor, and thieves are also righteous, which is different from those messy bandit dens!"

"Oh……"

"What kind of expression do you have! I, Heifengzhai, want to be merged into the Chiwei Gang with inspiration. There are more than 600 bareboats in the Jiangbei Ke Gang. If you underestimate me, you underestimate the Chiwei Gang leader, you know!"

Chao Muyun: ...

Chief of the Owl Tail?who?

The second leader is so angry and confused, he has no brains, and he can't suppress him, so he should find someone more powerful to scare him?Is the leader of the Chiwei gang his idol?

He was not interested in this, so he held the teapot himself, poured a cup of tea for Hou Jiuhong, and pushed it over——

Hou Jiuhong snorted and dried up in one breath.

Chao Muyun: "Calm down? Calm down, and listen carefully to what I have to say next."

Hou Jiuhong snorted again, his slender eyes were sly, very unwilling, but he had to be convinced.

"In this murder case, there are a few things I need you to help me determine," Chao Muyun twisted the copper coins with his fingertips, "One of them is this 'reading text'."

Hou Jiuhong: "Huang's son, Leng Chunjiao's younger brother, don't you already know?"

Chao Muyun: "It's just a guess. What I need now is confirmation. With your ability, you should be able to help me find the answer?"

Hou Jiuhong scoffed: "It's just asking about someone, what's the problem?"

If you can't find out, you can secretly peek at the files and documents of Dali Temple... just be careful, don't get caught and break your legs.

Chao Muyun said again: "Secondly, the relationship between Xue Tan and Qi Yongnian."

"Are they related?"

"The two met on the stone steps for the first time. When they greeted each other, they mentioned Qi Yongnian's dead wife. Later, Xue Tan took the lead in making noise, and said that he had lost something. Qi Yongnian had a subtle expression—"

"You think there's something going on between them?"

"Well, it may have something to do with the murder."

"How can I know other people's private relationship, and people will never tell me."

"He won't say," Chao Muyun said slowly, "You won't bump into it?"

Hou Jiuhong was expressionless: "You mean, let me pick things up?"

Chao Muyun: "Isn't he displeased with you now? It's just convenient for you to have conflicts with him, to use clichés."

Hou Jiuhong was silent.

Zhao Muyun narrowed his eyes slightly: "If you can't do it, you can speak up."

Hou Jiuhong gritted his teeth: "Do it! I can do it, okay! What else?"

"There is also the time of death of the deceased," Chao Muyun pointed out, "You need to find a way to see the autopsy results made by you."

Hou Jiuhong: "Didn't that Master Gong from Dali Temple say, ugly time?"

"It's not right just because he said it in public."

Generally, when solving a case, the chief will not disclose too many details of the case to the suspect or the public, and those who have rich experience in handling cases will not make such mistakes. If Gong Zhi is like this, he must have a purpose.

"You should also pay attention to the angle of Leng Chunjiao's death and injury. In addition, there are two kinds of poisons in this case. One is the food that caused everyone's diarrhea, and the other is the cause of death of the deceased Huang." Chao Muyun reminded, "Look at the autopsy When checking the list, pay attention to see if there are relevant records.”

Hou Jiuhong nodded: "What else?"

Chao Muyun frowned: "All the suspects were invited up the mountain by the officials this morning, but they were all there last night, and it was raining heavily this morning. Why did everyone go down the mountain early at the same time?"

Seeing the sick young man looking at him suspiciously, Hou Jiuhong rolled his eyes slantingly: "I just came here not long ago and wanted to find my gold, but there are too many official posts, so I was afraid that others would find out, so I went down the mountain... maybe The government has already found out, and then I went up the mountain again, so I didn’t react much. Others may have their own itineraries. I didn’t know that someone died early in the morning, so I went down the mountain according to my own itinerary... Wait!"

"No, if you know that the person is dead, why bother to make such a fuss again, are you tired? Is it true that among all the suspects, the one who didn't go down the mountain is the murderer!"

Chao Muyun knew what he was talking about: "Do you suspect that a little girl Qi Yongnian mentioned before? Cooks in a temple?"

Hou Jiuhong punched his palm: "It's her! We have to find her!"

The corners of Chao Muyun's lips curled slightly: "You can look for it."

"Your expression... I've lost my mind? Is there something else you want to order me?"

"There are also things that Xue Tan lost. It's a little strange, you go..." Chao Muyun thought for a while, then shook his head, "Forget it, there are too many things to do, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish them, I feel a little bit off about this matter Shen, you can take a look at it, it doesn't matter if you can do it or not."

"Hey, you sick bastard, who do you underestimate—"

Before Hou Jiuhong finished speaking, he suddenly heard a scream.

Chao Muyun followed and paused, obviously hearing it too.

The two got up immediately and walked out of the yard.

The voice was said to be a scream, but it was actually not sharp, it was a bit muffled, like covering its mouth in depression, but it was uncontrollable, the distance was not very far, the two of them went around two yards, found the source, and led it over There are not many people here, only Jiashan, a monk from Zhaoti Temple.

Hou Jiuhong looked at the people in the room: "Is it... a little girl?"

The little girl was small and thin, she looked twelve or thirteen years old, she was wearing a gray skirt, she was squatting in the corner, her hands were hugging her knees, her head and face were buried in her arms, her face could not be seen clearly, her elbows and sleeves were soaked with tears , I didn't dare to look at people, and I didn't dare to move. I leaned against the wall tightly, trembling.

Hou Jiuhong frowned and turned to Jiashan: "What happened to her? Who bullied her?"

"Amitabha," Jiashan folded his hands together, "Please don't come close to the benefactor. This little girl is called Shi Yaya. She was originally a homeless beggar. She was bullied and fled to the temple. She often fell ill. The masters felt sorry for her. So I didn't drive her away, because her skill was good, I allowed her to help treat some female guests, as long as she didn't show up in front of people when she got sick, it was fine to scare the pilgrims."

"Good craftsmanship..." Hou Jiuhong immediately thought, "The one who cooks for Huang's mother and daughter?"

Jiashan said: "It is true that the mother and daughter's meals were given by her hands, but she is now in such a state that she may not be able to speak. Once she gets sick, she will be like this. Outsiders ignore her and don't approach her. It will take two days to recover, but if anyone approaches, she will yell, become extremely frightened, and even faint."

Looking at the little girl, Chao Muyun felt a bit like post-traumatic stress disorder: "Can't you touch her, or you will hurt others or yourself?"

Jiashan was surprised: "Young Master Chao has seen this kind of illness? She can't recognize people when she is ill. If someone touches her, she will resist extremely fiercely. It is indeed easy to hurt others and herself. We can only wait for her to recover."

Chao Muyun: "Does she often get sick?"

"It doesn't count? She has been here for eight months. Counting this time, there are five times in total." Jiashan sighed slightly, "Because the deceased's meals were given by her, she is also a suspect in this case. After the officials learned about the situation, they have been looking for her. , I couldn't find it no matter what, now I found it..."

There is no way to ask questions.

"This matter has nothing to do with the two of you, you can just go back."

Hou Jiuhong: "Then let her stay like this?"

Jiashan clasped his hands together: "For more than ten years in Zhaoti Temple, there has never been a murder case. The monk's defense has never been flawed. There are guards at all intersections, and now there are government officials. The people in the temple must be safe. Her illness, She can only wake up by herself, and others cannot take care of her."

For some reason, Hou Jiuhong subconsciously looked at Chao Muyun, as if to say, there is nothing you can do?

Chao Muyun is practicing psychology, and there must be a treatment plan, such as building trust with the other party, helping the other party face fear, cognitive reconstruction, desensitization treatment, drug intervention... But it doesn't work now, I have to wait for the little girl to get over this.

"Try to say a few words to remind her to relax and take a deep breath."

Chao Muyun wanted to come by himself, but he was exhausted, so he could only order Hou Jiuhong: "Don't come close, be gentle, don't scare people."

Hou Jiuhong had no choice but to follow suit.

Chao Muyun didn't know if the little girl could hear the sound of the outside world clearly. After Hou Jiuhong repeated it several times, her clenched hands loosened a little. Although it was not obvious, the little girl seemed to be consciously controlling her breathing, trying to be even and calm.

A strong little girl, she doesn't want to be trapped by emotions, she is trying to save herself.

Chao Muyun asked: "What does she like?"

Jiashan shook his head: "The poor monk has no contact with her, I don't know."

"Then what do you usually like to do?"

"The poor monk doesn't know either."

"Where is her room?"

Jiashan pointed in the direction: "It's right there, not far away."

Chao Muyun went to the little girl's house.

The room is small, clean and tidy. To describe it in one word, it is a bit empty. It basically has no characteristics of the owner. For example, Huang’s room has many dark-colored decorations and well-arranged clothes. For example, Leng Chunjiao’s room is almost full of spring grass colors , the embroidered clothes are casually placed, and the mother and daughter only stayed for a night or two, so there are so many traces. Shi Yaya has lived in the temple for more than half a year, but the room has almost no personality, as if this place does not belong to her at all. , she may leave at any time, or, she dare not put too many things.

except in the corner...

Chao Muyun thought for a while and said, "Go find some carrots."

Hou Jiuhong didn't respond: "Carrot?"

Chao Muyun has already turned around and walked out: "Bring over the kitchen knife and choose the narrow and blunt one."

Hou Jiuhong didn't know what the sick man saw, but it was very interesting. He really wanted to know what the little girl's expression was when she saw the knife, would she be frightened?The sick man's heart is too dirty, the little girl is falling ill, and she even handed him a knife!

But it's strange, he really found these two things, and when he threw them in front of the little girl, the little girl stared at the carrot for a while, then picked it up, held it tightly in her hand, and was stunned for a while. , I even grabbed a blunt narrow knife, slowly peeled the carrots, and carved flowers on them!

Zhao Muyun breathed slowly: "Give her a little time, and she will be able to talk."

Hou Jiuhong watched helplessly as the little girl became more and more serious about carving flowers, and became more and more focused, as if the world was vast, and there was no one around, nothing, only the knife and carrot in her hand. Slowly, her body also began to move. Relaxed, no longer tense, until finally, she turned her head and looked over.

Round face, almond eyes, wet eyelashes, childish face, eyes like a lake, clean and well-behaved.

"Look! She's looking at you!"

Hou Jiuhong stretched out his hand to grab Chao Muyun, but Chao Muyun didn't say a word, and fell straight up——

He fainted again!

Why do you make such a fuss at a critical moment!