Martial arts immortality, I will eventually be invincible

The Dali Temple really took over the serial murder case.

The second night after taking over the case, a certain censor's house was splashed with chicken blood.

Imagine getting up at dawn, opening the door, and seeing blood all over the yard, just like in a horror movie, which scared several maids and servants to faint on the spot. The censor himself was so angry that his eyes were full of hideousness.

If they can splash blood today, they can come to kill people tomorrow.

The case alarmed the palace, and the Dali Temple was ordered to investigate.

The Dali Temple was very angry.

This was a provocation, a naked provocation, and it must not be tolerated.

So, the Dali Temple asked the palace for an order to impose martial law!

The time was from dusk every day to six or seven in the morning of the next day. Anyone who did not have a warrant from the government office, regardless of whether he was a good person or a lowly person, would be arrested.

"Ridiculous!"

As a scholar, Mu Qingshan was very angry about the martial law order. Scholars often go to brothels to listen to music together, and stay there until midnight before going home.

Recently, he has money, and this hobby has been picked up again. He was planning to invite three or five friends to go to the brothel to drink, but he encountered the martial law order, which made him angry and cursed in front of Chen Guanlou.

"The Dali Temple is not good at investigating cases, but it is good at punishing people. If they can't find out, they should just say it directly. They are so shameless as to go to the palace to request martial law. It's ridiculous. What's more ridiculous is that His Majesty actually agreed. Dong Weng, what do you think of this?"

Cheng Guanlou raised his eyelids, "What else can I do? Of course, I will sit and watch. A bunch of trash, delaying my drinking."

When the martial law order is issued, the brothel will definitely use the mechanism to close down, so as not to cause trouble with the officials. Only the top brothels will open as usual.

Chen Guanlou doesn't like to go to the top brothels. He thinks there is too much official atmosphere inside. When he walks in, there is an official every three steps and a young master of aristocratic family every five steps. He is a small person and it's tiring to stay in there. He likes to go to middle- and high-end brothels, where the quality of the girls is no less than the highest-end ones. The key is that they are not very official, but very wealthy.

He likes wealth.

The more wealth, the better.

"The student is as angry as Mr. Dong. The Dali Temple is a bunch of rubbish, delaying everyone's business. If this case falls into the hands of the Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of Justice will definitely not do this."

"Of course. The Ministry of Justice is a professional organization that can investigate both official and civilian cases. The Dali Temple is different. It has always only investigated official cases. This time, it will take over the serial murder case, and it will definitely make a mess and be embarrassing."

"Mr. Dong is not optimistic about the Dali Temple's investigation of the case."

"A bunch of officials, investigating a shitty case. They have been high and mighty for so long that they have forgotten what the folk world is like. Don't think that you are close and can see the fireworks of the world when you step out of the government office. In fact, that is a gap that is difficult to cross."

Chen Guanlou has no hope for the Dali Temple to investigate the case. This serial murder case has too few common points, and it needs to be unraveled, which requires both full patience and excellent understanding. Relying on conventional and rigid methods of handling cases alone is OK for ordinary people, but it is not enough for serial cases.

In fact, he is more interested in the incident of chicken blood being splashed on the censor's house.

Who is it? Is there such a disgusting person? And the chicken blood splashing case happened on the second day after the Dali Temple took over the serial case.

"Hey, I can only be obedient for the next few days. If I want to drink, I can only go home to drink."

Chen Guanlou sighed.

He drank for two days at home, and it was tasteless, so he decisively returned to the Tianlao.

Tianlao is still a good place, with many people and lively.

The result was terrible, the cells of Tianlao were almost full.

"What happened?"

"Have you forgotten, sir?" Xiao Jin asked cautiously: "There is martial law outside. During the martial law, everyone will be arrested regardless of their status. In the past two days, the cells in various places are full of people. They have to confirm their identities one by one before they can be released. The major cells in the capital are full of people and can't hold them. We temporarily borrowed our Tianlao's territory to hold people. I sent someone to report to you as soon as possible. You said that it would be convenient for others and for ourselves. So, I locked the people in."

"Oh, I remember. I was drunk these two days and almost forgot about it."

The cells were almost full, so Chen Guanlou went down to the prison to inspect the situation. They were all ordinary people, and some traveling merchants.

Anyone with a background was released on the spot and could not be locked up in a cell.

The so-called government order is just a piece of bullshit.

It's really a sin!

Chen Guanlou became more and more dissatisfied with the Dali Temple. He handled a case and made the whole capital restless. The key is that there seems to be no major progress so far.

He inspected the C-shaped yamen.

Suddenly he exclaimed.

"Why is there a child?"

A child about seven or eight years old, with a sallow face, nestled in the arms of a middle-aged man.

Lu Datou glanced at him and said hurriedly: "I was locked up last night, and I haven't had time to ask about the specific situation. Hello, what's your name, where are you from? Where were you arrested yesterday? You are not allowed to go out during the martial law, don't you know?"

The middle-aged man seemed a little confused. After coming to his senses, he slowly shook his head, "I just arrived in the capital, and I didn't know that the capital was under martial law. I was arrested at the entrance of Baoping Lane yesterday. My father and I are from Xizhou, and we came to Beijing to find relatives and seek medical treatment. My surname is Shen, and my name is unknown. This is my son."

"Are you going to Beijing to seek medical treatment for your son?" Chen Guanlou glanced at the child in his arms.

Shen Buzhi nodded, "That's right."

"Xizhou is far away, it must be several thousand miles away."

"Four or five thousand miles."

"So far." Lu Datou sighed, looking at the adults and then at the children, how did they walk here? Lu Datou couldn't imagine that if it were him, he would probably never reach Xizhou even if he died.

"Xizhou is a wild place. I heard that many prisoners were exiled to Xizhou." Chen Guanlou said casually.

"Indeed." Shen Buzhi nodded, his face calm.

"Brother Shen is a scholar?" Chen Guanlou asked very politely.

Shen Buzhi hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, "I have read a few days of books."

"Looking for relatives and seeking medical treatment. Your child looks very sick. Have you found relatives? Do you want help?"

"Thank you, sir. Relatives... found. Their family is also in trouble." Shen Buzhi's tone clearly revealed hesitation, disappointment, anger, and regret.

Chen Guanlou raised his eyebrows slightly. There is something inside.

But he did not ask more, but asked about the child's medical treatment.

"Which doctor do you want to see?"

"Doctor Liao from the Imperial Hospital."

"Forget him. Doctor Liao will not treat people without any background. However, you don't have to be disappointed. We have a medical officer here. He is from a family of doctors and his medical skills are only high. If you don't object, I will let the medical officer take a look at your child."

Shen Buzhi had been talking with his head slightly drooped. When he heard about the doctor, he suddenly raised his head, "Are you serious?"

"What's the point of me lying to you? Someone, go and invite Doctor Mu. Tell him that it's time to show his extraordinary medical skills."

The child must be very sick after traveling four or five thousand miles to the capital to seek medical treatment. Only a famous doctor with superb medical skills can cure the disease.