Jing Che said disdainfully: "You want to escape, but I want to escape too. There is only one way to escape now. We will help the government find the murderer and solve the case early and leave early. What does the master think?"
She was a master, but she felt a little sarcastic. She felt a little uncomfortable when she heard it.
He raised his eyes and looked around the tea shop, and had to agree to this worst strategy that seemed extremely troublesome to him.
The person who inspected the body retreated from the stage. Bailifeng saw his lips clearly through the gaps. Only then did he know that the storyteller on the stage was really dead, the cause of death was the brutal seven-hole bleeding. In short, he was poisoned by arsenic.
"What do you think?" Jing Che leaned into his ear, and his words were more like whispers.
"Why do you have to work hard when you have an official?" Baili Fengjian smiled indifferently, "Ache, if we want to leave, no one can stop us."
"But will you just leave like this?" Jing Che blinked and smiled gently and softly. "If you saw such a thing with your own eyes, will you hold back your righteous heart and let it go?"
A look of looking began to flow in Baili Fengjian's eyes, and he felt that the disciple who met again eight years later was a little confused: "How do you know I can't?"
Jing Che walked around him and looked straight into his eyes: "You can't."
Baili Fengjian raised his head and smiled: "It's useless for us to stand here. If the government is smart, the first thing we should do is to check what the storyteller ate, and then to check what enemies he has. Secondly, we should go to the pharmacy to ask who has bought arsenic, and finally combine these to infer who is the murderer."
Jingche looked at him with admiration: "It turns out that you don't need an official at all."
Baili Fengjian shook Bo Chen, who was stained with her sleeves: "That's all I should do. I can only help them get here. Can you leave?"
"How could I just leave like this?" Jing Che reached out and pulled him, and his soft fingertips walked around his arm, feeling an indescribable warmth. "Master, I'm so curious."
"I think we can go to the back of the Storyteller's platform to take a look," Jing Che looked behind the stage, his eyes flashed with a bright light, "There are places where people who are talking on the storytellers and performers drink water and change clothes. Maybe they will find some secrets."
Baili Fengjian couldn't persuade her, so she pulled her away and quietly came to the backstage while the officials were not paying attention.
Since this is not a great troupe tour, the backstage is not as spectacular as imagined.
The storyteller's body was placed in the corner of the backstage. After putting on a white cloth, he could not see his hideous appearance before his death.
The little girls attracted the attention of Baili Kazuma and others.
The little girl was about eleven or two years old, curled up in the corner, trembling at the body covered with white cloth.
Jing Che smiled and walked up to the little girl: "Little sister, are you scared?"
The little girl ran into the wall like crazy: "It was not what I did! It was not what I did! It was not what I killed my uncle! It was not me! It was not me!"
Her restless look scared the officials coming and going. A sharp-eyed official saw Baili Fengjian and the others and shouted loudly: "Who are you? Why are you sneaking here?"
Baili Fengjian glanced at the person coming, and clearly looked unwilling to pay attention to him.
Jing Che smiled and explained: "We are customers in the store. When we were just listening to the story, we passed by the backstage. Seeing that the girl here was strange, I didn't care much at that time. I just said that Mr. Shu died, so we were curious to come and see what happened to this girl."
The yamen runner was distracted by her words and looked at all his eyes on the girl: "Get up and talk! Who are you! What are you doing here! If you don't tell the truth, we will be punished!"
The little girl could not withstand the fear of the vicious yamen runners, and tears fell down her face.
Jing Che hugged the little girl and coaxed her softly: "Don't be afraid, as long as you tell the truth to these people, they will not make things difficult for you."
Seeing this, the yamen officials also agreed, and the little girl finally calmed down.
"That's my uncle," the little girl pointed to the body covered by white cloth. "He drank tea before he told the story, so...so..."
"Tea?" a magistrate exclaimed, "Who gave him the drink? Where is the cup now?"
The little girl took out the teacup from the stone platform behind her and handed it to Guancha.
"It's me, I poured the tea," the little girl looked at the officials in horror and waved her hands repeatedly, "But it's not my poison, it's not me, the tea is all from the store, and the shop's friends can testify for me."
The official officer actually called the shopkeeper over for interrogation.
But the official officer obviously did not mean to let the little girl go like this, and several adults detained the child.
Baili Fengjian looked at Jingche with his chest in his arms: "So you pulled me over to let me watch the show?"
Jing Che blinked and wondered: "What kind of play you are watching? Do you think this is acting?"
"I don't know," said Baili Kazuma sincerely, "It's true that the dead are true, and it's true that someone poisons them. As for who it is, it seems that it's not within our ability."
Jing Che smiled softly again: "But I really want to know the truth, what should I do?"
Baili Fengjian frowned and walked quietly to the official and interrupted their next actions.
"You have not tried whether the tea is poisonous. Will it be too rash to draw conclusions like this?" Perhaps Baili Fengjian's demeanor was born with a calm and noble look. The arrogant official officer who forgot to refute Baili Fengjian's words.
When the yamen runners ordered, someone found the Yin Chai from somewhere, stirred slightly in the remaining tea, and saw that the second half of the Yin Chai had turned black all over.
The yamen runner angrily said, "It turns out that he poisoned the tea!"
As he said that, he wanted to detain the poor little girl again. Fortunately, another yamen runner hurriedly asked, "Did you pour this tea yourself?"
The little girl looked at them in horror and nodded honestly.
"Have anyone touched this tea cup while you brought it to you?"
"Others?" The little girl seemed to have just come to her senses. "No, I am the one who takes care of my uncle's things alone, and he is worried that others will take care of them."
"Then where did you put this teacup later?" The yamen runners still spoke coldly, and even Baili Fengjian and others felt very unhappy when they heard it, not to mention that they had never seen any little girl with strong winds and waves. When the little girl heard them, she immediately started to cry miserably.