naruto-story Chapter 88
Chapter 88
Xiao Yuebai and Yan Xun came back from Dali Temple, before they reached the mansion, they saw Lu Zizhaohou at the gate from a distance.
Knowing that Lu Zizhao had something important to do, Xiao Yuebai quickened his pace, and Yan Xun hurriedly followed.
The three of them entered the study room, Lu Zizhao hurriedly reported: "My lord, I have found a corpse that is similar in age and shape to Mr. Han. Do you want to put that corpse into the coffin as Mr. Han's?"
The corpse put into the coffin would not be looked at carefully, and the corpse will be covered with corpse spots, rotted and turned into a handful of bones in a short time.
Therefore, Xiao Yuebai originally planned to put a corpse in Han Shi's coffin as Han Shi's corpse, but in this huge capital city, he couldn't find a corpse of the same age and shape as Han Shi. The matter was delayed, and now that the empty coffin has been buried, it would be more likely to arouse suspicion if it took a lot of trouble to put a fake corpse in it, and if someone bumped into it, it would be self-defeating.
Xiao Yuebai thought for a while, waved his hands and said: "No need, Zizhao, you have worked hard these few days, go down and rest."
Lu Zizhao agreed, turned and left.
Xiao Yuebai grabbed Yan Xun's hand who was standing at the side, and stroked it twice.
Yan Xun took advantage of the situation and sat on Xiao Yuebai's lap, let Xiao Yuebai caress with one hand, hooked the back of Xiao Yuebai's neck with the other, raised his head, stared at Xiao Yuebai and said: "Sir, what do you want?" said?"
Xiao Yuebai asked softly: "Ah Xun, do you think the perpetrator is that blacksmith Wang?"
Yan Xun shook his head and said, "No, if it's Blacksmith Wang, then when the empty coffin is buried, no one should be peeping."
"That's true." Xiao Yuebai said with a frown, "There is no progress in Meng Yu's situation now, that blacksmith Wang was killed by himself, and Han Shiming is a dead person, and killing people will pay for their lives. If that blacksmith Wang is taking the blame for others, why bother to replace it with his life? And according to the investigation in the past few days, then blacksmith Wang should have never received any benefits, let alone benefits enough to exchange his life."
Yan Xun rubbed Xiao Yuebai's heart, "It's just that Blacksmith Wang was sent to death row by Meng Yu and sentenced to beheaded, but he still didn't change his words. Could it be that he really did it?"
Xiao Yuebai warmed up Yan Xun's left hand, then grabbed Yan Xun's right hand hooked on the nape of his neck, held it in his palm, the wind was blowing outside, it was clearly early spring, but there was no trace of warmth, the wind was biting cold, The stabbing made Yan Xun's hands cold.
Waves of warmth passed from Xiao Yuebai's palm one after another, Yan Xun leaned his head on Xiao Yuebai's shoulder, half closed his eyes, and purred like a cat.
He was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep, but suddenly he heard Xiao Yuebai say: "It was not Blacksmith Wang who did the murder, but Blacksmith Wang himself mistakenly believed that he did it. He was half-drunk, but completely unconscious. The real murderer stabbed Han Shi twice with Blacksmith Wang's dagger, and then stuffed the dagger into Blacksmith Wang's hand. When Blacksmith Wang regained consciousness, he only remembered that Han Shi hit the However, I suddenly saw the blood-stained dagger in my hand, and Han Shi who was seriously injured and fell to the ground not far away, so I subconsciously believed that I had lost my head, so I stabbed Han Shi twice."
Yan Xun guessed: "If this is true, then the pot of wine that Blacksmith Wang drank must be weird."
Xiao Yuebai let go of Yan Xun's already warm right hand, then embraced Yan Xun's waist, and said with a smile: "Why don't we go to Dali Temple again."
The two of them went back to Dali Temple again. Meng Yu dismissed blacksmith Wang from the trial and was drinking a cup of Dongting Biluochun in the side hall. This Dongting Biluochun was given to him by Zhou Yi. It's tea powder.
He spit out a sip of tea powder and forced himself to drink it, seeing Xiao Yuebai and Yan Xun go back and forth, he wondered: "Second Highness, Mr. Xiao, why did you come back again?"
Xiao Yuebai smiled but said nothing, Yan Xun went straight to Meng Yu, and asked: "Master Meng, have you ever thought that the pot of wine that Blacksmith Wang drank might be a little weird?"
"The pot of wine?" Meng Yu said helplessly, "The wine has been drunk, and the jug of that pot of wine was thrown in his backyard according to Wang Blacksmith, but after Wang Blacksmith surrendered himself, he went to There were a lot of people watching the fun in his house, and they trampled the wine jug into pieces. There were many wine jugs in Wang Blacksmith's backyard, and these many wine jugs were broken into pieces. After being cleaned by his wife Yu Shi , Dispose of it. If you want to check the flagon now, I'm afraid there is no way to check it."
Meng Yu put down the teacup, looked at Yan Xun, and said: "Second Highness, since you suspect that the pot of wine is weird, why don't I go and check the wine shop carefully, although I have already gone to the wine shop to check it, But nothing unusual was found."
Yan Xun nodded and said: "If that's the case, I will trouble Mr. Meng."
Xiao Yuebai thought to himself: If Han Shi really knew something that he shouldn't know, then the wine shop would definitely not find anything unusual.
Xiao Yuebai and Yan Xun bid farewell to Meng Yu. Meng Yu personally led people to inspect the liquor store where Wang Tiejiang bought the wine. There was nothing unusual. The wine Wang Tiejiang bought was the cheapest baijiu. I am still a frequent customer of this wine shop, and [-]/[-] out of ten of the wine I buy is this baijiu.
On the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, Han Shi's empty coffin was buried, except that there were people peeping at the burial, there was nothing strange about it, and Han Shi remained in a coma.
On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, Han Shi was still awake.