The special training dog smelled the silk flower in Zhou Qing's hand, turned around and rushed towards Zhou Bingde.

Zhou Bingde was shocked and almost fell backwards with a staggering stagger.

The special training dog directly grabbed Zhou Bingde's corner of his clothes and pulled him out with force.

Zhou Qing sneered, "Sure enough, humans are worse than dogs!"

Zhou Huaihai never expected that this dead girl actually hid silk flowers in Zhou Huailin's clothes.

"Sir, my father and Zhou Huailin once stood together and said a few words. It is possible that this smell is contaminated by it. It is impossible to conclude that my father is lying."

Zhou Qing said: "Then why not do an experiment on the spot. I will put this flower in my pocket and find someone to say a few words to me to see if his body is stained with the smell. Isn't it clear that everything is clear!"

She understands the flowers that Zhou Qing made herself the best.

With just a few words, the smell will not be strong on your body.

What's more, the temple is empty, and there is still wind today.

While speaking, the special training dog let go of Zhou Bingde and rushed to a guard guard and another young monk in his house.

When the abbot saw that the little monk was also pounced, he immediately looked over angrily.

"Why are there any more things to do with you?"

The little monk was about to speak when there was a noisy sound of footsteps and arrogant scoldings coming from a distance.

When everyone turned around, they saw Zhao Da being the leader, followed by three or five men with similar virtues as him.

The two men held one person in their hands, and the custodian held two pots of flowers in his hand.

When Zhou Huaihai saw the man, his face suddenly changed drastically, and fear surged in his eyes.

Zhou Bingde's eyes twitched and he couldn't help but blurt out, "God!"

The little monk who was caught by a dog in the monk's robe was so scared that he knelt down with a golden face.

Zhao Dacheng walked from afar with his power.

He stepped forward and bowed to the county magistrate.

"Sir, Caomin and a few friends are visiting Qingquan Temple today. I didn't expect to see this person stealing flowers in the flower shed."

As he said that, Zhao Dacheng kicked the guard guard who was being escorted.

The guard station was unstable and he knelt down.

Seeing that the flower pot in his hand was about to fall out for a moment, a little monk immediately rushed over and hugged him.

Zhou Huaihai gritted his teeth and stared at Zhao Dacheng.

I didn't expect it to go!

Why did he forget that there was Zhao Dacheng?

Since he was beaten last time, Zhao Dacheng didn't know what crazy he was, and he was waiting at his doorstep every day.

Whenever Mr. Zhou goes out, he will follow him.

I don't do anything, just follow me from afar.

Really...

Zhou Huaihai's qi's sky spirit cover is about to smoke.

Zhao Dacheng smiled at Zhou Huaihai with a look of beating, then took out a stack of paper from his arms and handed it forward.

"Sir, this is the crime process of the crime of several Caomin paintings at the time of the incident."

Zhou Qing...

He looked at Zhao Dacheng with shock.

Zhao Dacheng turned his head and squeezed his eyes at Zhou Qing.

I am a playboy, I am not a futile reputation!

Zhou Qingfu understood this gaze in his heart and couldn't help but twitch his eyes: You are amazing!

Not only Zhou Qing was the one who was catching his eyes, but also the county magistrate who saw the stack of paper.

This painting is more than just the crime process!

This painting is simply the whole process.

From Zhou Huaihai and Zhou Bingde to their arrival at Qingquan Temple.

From Mr. Zhou talking to the monk at the door, he went up to Mr. Zhou to call Zhou Huailin.

From Zhou Huailin followed Mr. Zhou to a stone bench not far away, to Zhou Huailin fainted and was supported by a guard and stood up and taken away by a little monk.

From a yard smashing a flower shed and stealing Mo Ju, to Zhou Huailin being thrown into the flower shed.

The county magistrate looked at Zhao Dacheng with a complicated expression, turned to Zhou Huaihai and said, "You can see it yourself!"

As he said that, he threw out a stack of paper in his hand.

Zhou Huaihai did not reach out to answer.

The paper spilled all over the floor.

Zhou Qing...

Look at it one by one.

wipe!

Is this the ancient version of the Sky Eye Monitoring?

Zhao Dacheng's painting skills are good, they are vivid, the key is that it is difficult for him to draw so realistically in such a short time.

Now that things have come to this point, the truth is right in front of you.

"What else do you have to say!" The county magistrate slapped the table and stared at Zhou Huaihai.

Zhou Huaihai's mind was buzzing.

Why did it become like this!

There are all kinds of motives for the crime, and he can definitely make Zhou Qing unable to defend himself. Why...

His eyes were red, and Zhou Huaihai stared at Zhao Dacheng.

Zhao Dacheng smiled angrily, "How the government handles you is the government's business, but don't forget that you have pressed your handprints."

Zhou Huaihai...

boom!

My mind exploded.

It's that damn promise letter again.

According to the promise letter, if they frame Zhou Qing or Zhou Huaishan, they will compensate 100 taels!

Not much money!

But he can't afford to lose this face!

After Zhao Da's idiom fell, the abbot said with slightest thought: "I didn't expect that the flowers in my Qingquan Temple were ruined so much. Before the donor was imprisoned, he would have to compensate first, and the price was 2,000 taels."

Oh yell.

Now I have the funds to buy silk flowers.

If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, the abbot would really want to rub his hands.

Mr. Zhou couldn't hold on his face and vomited blood.

Zhou Bingde has never been so embarrassed in his life!

Zhou Huaihai only felt that he was too heavy to stand firm.

The county magistrate looked at Zhou Huaihai with incomprehension.

What do you want to do?

Do you have money to burn?

He didn't want to arrest the two men and women and went to jail.

But Zhao Dacheng's case restored picture gave him no chance to make excuses.

Who is making things difficult for this?

The county magistrate roared in his heart and said to Zhou Huaihai in anger: "The compensation for the flower shed in Qingquan Temple is 2,000 taels. You can discuss how to compensate Zhou Qing and Zhou Huailin for the mental harm caused to Zhou Qing and Zhou Huailin by yourself."

The county magistrate paused and did not mention the arrest.

Zhou Huaihai looked at the county magistrate gratefully.

Take out two silver notes from your arms.

The two thousand taels sent by Zhou Yuan early this morning.
To be continued...