The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

The hair covering the man's corpse's face was pulled away, revealing a bloated and terrifying face.

The crowd couldn't help but craned their necks to watch.

Although the face looked a little scary because it was swollen by the well water, it could still be seen that it was very young, at most twenty years old.

Someone in the crowd watching the lively suddenly said "Huh": "Look, this seems to be the young master of Liujia Cloth Shop in the east of town, right?"

The crowd was silent, and the onlookers could not help but widen their eyes to identify the identity of the male corpse.

At this time, a cry of exclamation sounded, which was extremely abrupt at this moment, and people looked at it one after another.

It was a woman who screamed.

The woman looked like she was sixteen or seventeen years old, her eyes were wide and her mouth was tightly closed, tears were falling, but she was still pretty.

The leading young man in Dayang Town was overjoyed when he saw the woman, and hurriedly took a few steps forward and grabbed the woman's arm: "Sister, it's great that you're fine!"

The woman seemed to be still in shock, trembling all over and letting the young man hold her shoulders, but staring straight at the man's corpse.

Coincidentally, the woman was standing not far from Jiang Si.

Jiang Si looked at the woman's reaction coldly, and then looked at the young and swollen face of the male corpse, thoughtful.

This woman had been standing in the crowd for a long time, and it shouldn't be this time if she was scared to the point of screaming.

Her reaction to hearing the identity of the broken male corpse could only indicate one problem: she knew the dead man!

To be more precise, the two should not only know each other so simply, at least many of the onlookers knew the deceased, but none of them were like this.

"Don't be afraid, big brother will take you back." The young man comforted the woman.

The woman apparently did not regain her composure, and let the young man drag without moving.

"He, how could he die?" the woman murmured.

The young man seemed to realize something unusual from his sister's reaction, and stretched out his hand to pull the woman into his arms, blocking the gazes of the people around him: "Sis sister is frightened, we will not disturb the investigation here, let's go. !"

"Donor, stay." The middle-aged monk shouted, preventing the young man from leaving.

"Master, what does this mean?"

The middle-aged monk chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, there is a murder case in the temple right now, and the donor, who is the key person, is in a hurry to leave. This is not appropriate."

"Is your master unreasonable? I sent someone to fish out the corpse. If the murder is related to me, why should I do it? I came here to look for my sister. Now that my sister is found, of course I have to take her back. Is it possible to return it? Do you want to stay and help you find the murderer?"

"If it has nothing to do with the donor, why did the donor bring people to the well in the back mountain of my temple to retrieve the corpse?" The middle-aged monk was quite aggressive, obviously not ready to let the young man go.

"Isn't this a mistake?" The young man was a little annoyed, and seeing the strange expressions of the people watching the lively, he quickly explained, "Someone reported to my family that my sister was killed and thrown into the well behind Lingwu Temple. "

"But in fact Lingmei is still alive."

"That's why I said that I made a mistake. Isn't it okay if I compensate the masters?"

"I don't know who is the one who reported the letter to the son?" Suddenly a person in the crowd came out and asked the young man in a warm voice.

The one who asked aloud was a middle-aged man with a yellowish complexion and a long beard. Two or three people followed behind him.

The young man frowned and looked at the nosy middle-aged man, and the eyes of the lively people were also attracted to this man.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "My Majesty, Fuxing County, happened to pass by Qingniu Town. I heard that someone died unexpectedly, so I came to take a look."

Standing in the crowd, Jiang Si's mood was a little complicated for a while.

It was surprising that an official intervened, and it happened to be the county lieutenant who was in charge of the security and arrest of the robbers in a county, which was even more coincidental.

When the people in the audience heard that the county lieutenant was standing in front of them, they were at a loss for a while.

Why is the county lieutenant here? Is it true?

The middle-aged man took out his waist badge and showed it to the young man and the monks in the temple.

"I've seen the county lieutenant." The young man obviously had some knowledge, and he immediately saluted when he saw the waist card.

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "No need to be too polite, sir, let me tell you who is reporting to you?"

"Those people who call themselves Qingniu Town, we don't know each other, but—" the young man thought for a while and added, "Those people look like idlers."

"Since he's an idler, why would the young master listen to those people's words?"

The young man showed a helpless smile: "I didn't really believe it, but when my mother heard that my sister had an accident, she panicked and asked me to rush over to confirm. My father also said that there is no wind and no waves, and those idlers will not come and talk nonsense for no reason. If something happened to Shimei here, we can't let her be killed for no apparent reason, and if she makes a mistake, we are willing to make amends."

Having said that, the young man glanced at the monks and pointedly said, "I never imagined that even though there was nothing wrong with the younger sister, she really picked up the body from the well."

The meaning is obvious, they just misunderstood, and catching the body is still a merit, neither Lingwu Temple nor the government should be embarrassed.

The middle-aged man looked up at the sky and said politely: "In any case, the body was found by the son's people, and it is not to be taken lightly. It's getting late, and the son, Lingmei and the people who brought him will stay in Lingwu Temple for the time being. Well, I will investigate the situation again, and I believe the truth will come to the fore when the officials arrive for a detailed inspection."

The young man was very dissatisfied, and what was left to say, the middle-aged man suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Does your sister know the deceased?"

The young man clasped the woman's hand tightly, looking horrified.

It would be too embarrassing for my sister to be interrogated by the county magistrate in the public eye. Those people who have nothing to talk about will not know what rumors will spread by then.

Seeing that the young man was subdued, the middle-aged man bowed his hands at the audience: "Fellow folks, those who are familiar with the deceased stay temporarily, others please go back temporarily. If you are interested in this case, you can come back tomorrow."

As soon as the county captain's voice fell, the dark crowd instantly retreated a lot, and they were all ready to slap their buttocks and leave.

Just kidding, what's the most important thing to watch? Of course you can't get in trouble! If he stayed for a cross-examination and was finally treated as a suspect, it would be a good thing. By then, the melon seeds would not be fragrant.

At this time, the onlookers all thought of one place: Now that the melons have come down, I'd better go home and wash the melons, and come to see the fun tomorrow, whoever stays now is a fool!

In this way, Jiang Si and his party were left in place suddenly, which instantly attracted a lot of attention.

Seeing the middle-aged man come over, Jiang Zhan immediately blocked Jiang Si and said with a smile, "We came from out of town to offer incense, but we don't know the deceased."

At this time, a monk suddenly chanted a Buddha's name and said loudly: "The poor monk recognizes this person, this person came to Houshan during the day!"