New Story of Lv Bu

Not far from Taixue, Wu Ke's residence was already surrounded by three tiers, three tiers and three tiers outside. The innermost was the shadow master, and the middle was the case handler from Tingwei's Mansion. Henan Yin and Luoyang County's prisoners, who were originally in charge, were all isolated at the outermost periphery. Compared with Shadow and Si Wencao, they are still far behind. These people are full of solemn faces on the surface, but they are happy in their hearts.

Throughout the dynasties, the secrets in the yamen that are not passed on are to shirk responsibility. From the prefect, the county magistrate, to the small officials at the end of the day, it has always been regarded as family law. Looking at it now, Wu Ke's suicide case has become a hot potato. Once it reaches her own hands, she has to throw it away. Since someone took the initiative to stand up and take the case, they naturally hid aside and watched the excitement.

Just when these people were extremely boring, they could only hear a whistle. Guang Luxun, Quan Zhi Jin Wu, assassin general Ma Zhong and Tingwei, Shang Shuling, and business secretary Cao Cao Yong arrived at the same time. Behind the two men were dozens of subordinates, all wearing thin fast boots and official uniforms. Their faces were stern, and their eyes flickered. At a glance, they knew they were skilled in criminal cases. .

Ma Zhong jumped off the horse first, then looked back at Cao Yong. "Master Cao, the matter is urgent, I won't be polite with you. I'm probably going to enter the palace soon. Look, is it yours or mine first?" Cao Yong waved his hand and replied neatly. Said: "Your people come first, and my people are on the side to help! In this way, everything will be clearly understood."

"Have you heard? Don't hurry up?" Ma Zhong turned his head and glared at his subordinate. "No!" Everyone slammed their promise, and Shadow, Siwencao, and Tingwei Mansion each produced three criminal names, forming three teams and entering three rooms. These nine people rolled up the sleeves of their official uniforms, and covered their mouths with a piece of blue scarf. They were afraid that the breath in their mouths would blow away the evidence. Among the three, the most experienced were the first to search and the two behind. Individuals, one to help, and one to keep the exhibits.

After a quarter of an hour, a criminal name with the most seniority came out to report. "General Ma, Master Cao, I have finished the search, please enter the two adults, and I will wait to restore the scene." Ma Zhong was already anxious, and he and Cao Yong had just received Sikong's order, an hour later. Meet the Empress Dowager Tang and Mrs. Zhao Yi in the palace. Upon hearing this, he pulled up his robe and entered the room.

Cao Yong's face is still as if there is no wave in the ancient well, there is nothing unusual, but a careful person can see that he is already sweating through his clothes. Even the pig brain, at this moment, I am afraid that it can be imagined, this is the beginning of the family's counterattack, and the next is the earth-shattering, endless decisive counterattack. However, the family's secrecy work was done extremely well, and it turned out to be like an antelope hanging its horns, without a trace. Shadow and Si Wencao only found some clues, and they were still a thousand miles away from finding evidence. As the intelligence chiefs under the command of Sima, the pressure on him and Ma Zhong can be imagined, and it is as heavy as Mount Tai.

"Two adults, according to the students' confession, Wu Ke committed suicide. Several of us restored the scene of the crime. Everything seems to fit this inference. All the evidence is intertwined and impeccable." The elder clerk was already pale with beard, he stretched out his finger, pointed to the room and said. Upon hearing this, Cao Yong and Ma Zhong both secretly let out a sigh of relief. They are old criminal names for years, and the case is getting old. The more it looks impeccable, the final result is often unexpected. .

Sure enough, the old official finally said his doubts. "According to Wei Shisan’s confession, he was the last person to see Wu Ke. After he helped Wu Ke back home, Wu Ke was already drunk. Then, he went home by himself. Wu Ke wrote memos, It should be after he left." At this point, the old official pointed at the huge celadon teapot and tea cup next to the counter.

"Anyone who is drunk must drink a lot of water after waking up. Here is the strangeness of this case. The color of this pot of tea is very strong, it is freshly brewed strong tea, it seems that only one cup is poured. So, didn’t Wu Ke drink tea before? Didn’t Wu Ke drink tea before? I just didn’t wake up, so naturally I didn’t write any memorabilia. Because of this doubt, we went around looking for the dregs of residual tea. Finally, we were outside the courtyard I found it under the big tree. The average person would never go so far if he poured the remaining tea."

Upon hearing this, Cao Yong and Ma Zhong immediately realized that they both lowered their voices together and said, "There is a problem with the pot of tea!" "The two adults really knew Wanli!" The old official gave a thumbs up first. , Gave a heartfelt boast, and then went on. "I suspect that something like Mongolian sweat medicine was written in the pot of tea, and someone has been sent back to the government office for inspection."

"Also, some paper ash was distributed in the room. Perhaps the person who burned the paper walked in a hurry, or maybe he was not a veteran, and put too much paper in the pot so that it extinguished the flames. There were about a hundred sheets of paper that were burned, and the middle ones were not burned to ashes. I looked at it roughly, and at least 17 or eighteen of them could distinguish a hundred and ten characters. I have already selected the official office. The handwriting of the master can be recognized, and there will be results in less than an hour. Since Wu Ke made clear his aspirations, why did he burn the manuscript? This is unreasonable. "The old official is extremely clever, and he specially put the last sentence It was left to Shangguan.

"Could it be that two of the manuscripts failed?" After all, Cao Yong was a Confucian student, and he immediately figured it out. "That Wei Shisan has a problem! Hurry up and put him under custody in secret to prevent someone from killing someone! Even if he is going to the toilet, four people must follow! What are you still doing in a daze? Go?" Ma Zhong seemed to understand something and shouted loudly. Tao. "No!" A subordinate promised to take people there.

Next, the old official pointed out the basic doubts, such as: Wu Ke's life has always been simple, why the leftovers that suddenly appear in the kitchen are all delicate meat. Before Wu Ke died, her limbs were so tight that she convulsed. In addition to the one used by Wu Ke, one of the brushes on the case table has been touched, but after being washed, it is reinserted in the pen holder.

These doubts all verify the suspicions of Cao Yong and Ma Zhong bit by bit, that Wu Ke's death is not as simple as it seems. According to their intuition, that Wei Shisan was suspected of committing a major crime, but these were only suspicions, and there was no sufficient evidence. "It seems that there is only an autopsy," Cao Yong said with a sigh. "The post-mortem, I'm afraid it will be done in public, and there is only one chance."

Ma Zhongchang sighed and said slowly. At this moment, all five things in his heart were burned, just like a fire. As soon as Da Sima left, such a big event happened in Luoyang City, the capital of Da Han! He, the leader of the shadow, is really negligent. If this matter can't be ended as soon as possible, the family members will surely cause even greater storms. However, limited to reality, Shadow must behave according to the rules.

His grandma is a bear! No matter how difficult it is, I have to let the truth come to light! Ma Zhong secretly said in his heart.

Yan Kuan sat on the third floor of Drunk Penglai, put down his chopsticks, and watched the scene in front of him quietly, feeling deeply moved in his heart. Since he was ordered by Lu Bu to be blamed, he has been studying behind closed doors. Yan Yan couldn't see it anymore and went to see him once. After Da Sima left Beijing, he walked out of the palace to relax. Staying at home for a long time, I don't feel bored, but it's different when I walk out. Suddenly I felt refreshed, and the resentment in my chest was instantly swept away. As a result, Yan Kuan left the gate early in the morning for the past few days, and did not come back to the mansion until night fell.

Every day, Yan Kuan went to Zui Penglai for breakfast. He only took one child and two attendants to practice the family. How could Yan Dalang, the famous uncle of Luoyang City, and the treasurer of Drunk Penglai not know him? Early in the day, I left a room for him, with smiles greeted, and the service was strict and comfortable, quite a bit reluctant to think about it. This day is the same, but it adds to the luster of student fights. "Oh! The world of the big man has reached such a level? Even the students have fought!" Yan Kuan slammed the case.

"Dalang Yan is right! Today, the rivers are getting worse, and people's hearts are dying!" One person replied loudly in the nearby Yajian. Yan Kuan raised his eyes and saw that a middle-aged scholar with a face full of vicissitudes came in with a wine glass. "I met Yan Dalang. I was a scholar who wandered around the world, and later became a businessman. Now there is a way of making money from money and making money every day. I don't know if Da Lang is interested?" "Oh? Who doesn't know me? What Yan Dalang loves most is money, let's talk about it soon!" Yan Kuan was moved immediately.

The middle-aged Confucian student smiled slightly, his Yan Kuan's reaction had already been expected. Who didn't know that the uncle Yan Dalang's favorite was money? "Da Lang, this way of making money is simple to say, but it's just playing tricks on gold. It's sixteen at a time???" the middle-aged scholar said in a low voice. Yan Kuan understood as soon as he heard it, and a hot light appeared in his eyes.

"This is the sin of the Jiu Clan, aren't you afraid of me going out?" Yan Kuan asked the middle-aged scholar with a sneer on his face, squinting at him. "Da Sima's new law only talks about behavior, regardless of motive, even if Da Lang goes to the front, I am not guilty. Moreover, I believe that Da Lang's temperament will never let go of this big way of fortune. "The middle-aged scholar answered with a smile.

"Hahahaha! You are right, I like it!" Yan Kuan smiled, he stretched out his hand and patted the middle-aged scholar on the shoulder. "Anyone who doesn't talk secretly, who can do this kind of business, must not be the one who is short of money. What did you do when you came to me?" "Da Lang said it happily! We want it." Yes, it's the Dalang's name to carry things into Luoyang City."