Chen Jinjun looked at the deep and shallow finger prints on the earthen wall and pursed his lips: "Cai Ying is actually. Even the people around him have abandoned him. It can be regarded as a betrayal."
"It's not a pity to die." Huo Tingyu wiped the dirt off his hands, got up and walked to the ground.
"I want to go to Fule Teahouse." Chen Jinjun was still a little nervous. After all, if Yang Qing's hands and feet were not clean in private, she would rather Yang Qing died in Cai Ying's hands instead of surviving.
Huo Tingyu nodded: "Then go to Fule Teahouse."
Xu Fanming waved his hand: "I want to go back to Taipingshan Villa first, and I will not interfere with the rest of the matter."
After saying that, he left in a hurry.
Fule Teahouse was surrounded by soldiers and guards inside and outside. As soon as Huo Tingyu and Chen Jinjun got out of the car, police officers came to greet them.
"Commander, he's dead."
"Where?"
"It's just inside the teahouse lobby." The police officer said as he led Huo Tingyu and Chen Jinjun inside.
The scene was well protected. A man in black was lying on the table, and his body was already somewhat stiff.
"When did you die?" Chen Jinjun looked at the police officer on the side.
"I guess it was due to excessive blood loss, exhaustion and hypothermia around last night."
Chen Jinjun looked around carefully and saw some mud on the soles of the corpse's shoes.
She pursed her lips and looked at Huo Tingyu: "Commander, please send someone to call shopkeeper Zheng."
After a while, Zheng Wen rushed over in a hurry.
"My boss." He nodded to Chen Jinjun.
Chen Jinjun motioned to him to look at the man lying on the table.
Zheng Wen looked at the corpse's clothing and felt it looked strangely familiar.
"Can I see his face?" Zheng Wen asked the police officer on the side.
The police officer used his gloved hands to lift the entire upper body of the deceased so that the text could be seen.
Zheng Wen frowned when he saw the deceased's face clearly. It looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
When he saw the dark mole at the end of the deceased's eye, his pupils contracted violently.
Just two nights ago, he and Yang Qing were hiding among the potted plants, tables and chairs of Fule Tea House.
Behind the potted plant, he saw the man's eyes through the faint moonlight.
The black mole next to his eye was so conspicuous that Zheng Wen could still remember it.
Chen Jinjun noticed the change in Zheng Wen's expression and stood up quickly: "Have you seen him?"
Zheng Wen nodded: "He is the man who led people to hunt down Shopkeeper Yang, Cai Ying's subordinate."
"He is Cai Ying's man." Chen Jinjun looked at the deceased up and down.
"Please pull up his sleeves so I can see his hands." Chen Jinjun nodded politely to the police officer.
The police officers did as they were told.
These were a pair of dilapidated hands, dirty and covered with mud. The calluses left by years of martial arts training were also yellowish-white due to excessive blood loss.
"Turn over."
The police officer turned his hand around so that the deceased's palms were facing upwards.
Chen Jinjun looked at his palm steadily and said nothing.
Huo Tingyu was curious about what happened and got up and came over.
The palm of the hand was a pale yellow-white color, and the slightly curled fingers were filled with mud and blood.
"I think I know who cornered Yang Qing in the underground workshop."
Chen Jinjun knelt down and saw the dirt on the soles of his shoes. He felt a little bitter in his heart and turned away unbearably.
Huo Tingyu knew what Chen Jinjun meant and immediately ordered: "Go and find out the identity of this person and see if there are any living relatives."
Chen Jinjun looked at Zheng Wen: "Go back and ask Xu Sheng to give him some silver coins so that he can be buried properly."
Seeing Zheng Wen nodding, she turned to look at Huo Tingyu: "How does the commander plan to deal with Cai Ying?"
Huo Tingyu frowned: "I originally thought that the beheading would be done at Caishikou, but as the New Year is approaching, it's hard to see blood."
"Wouldn't that give him an advantage?" Chen Jinjun lowered his eyelashes and said quietly.
"No." Huo Tingyu said decisively.
Chen Jinjun blinked curiously.
"Du Yu won't make it easy for him." Huo Tingyu smiled.
Chen Jinjun nodded and looked at the dim sky outside the door.
"It's snowing, boss." Huo Tingyu saw flakes of snow falling from the sky.
Chen Jinjun sighed: "Yes, it's snowing."
It snowed heavily, and it kept falling for several days and nights.
Chen Jinjun was nestled in the small courtyard of Huo Mansion, looking at the account books sent by the shopkeepers below.
I have to say that Chen Jinjun and Chen Jinjun have been living a rare leisure and comfortable life these days.
She broke off an orange segment and put it into her mouth. The juice of the orange roasted on the charcoal fire was warm and sweet, and she couldn't help but squint her eyes in pleasure.
However, Chen Jinjun always felt that Huo Tingyu had been avoiding her recently, intentionally or unintentionally.
Just like yesterday, she went to the Second Lady's yard to pay her respects. When she came out, she saw Huo Tingyu walking this way from a distance, but when he saw her, he immediately turned around.
But I have nothing to trouble Marshal Huo recently.
Chen Jinjun stretched out and saw a business card that he had kept under the inkstone.
She casually took out the business card, and the word "年" on it reminded her of the big theater she had agreed to come to.
Chen Jinjun called to Xu Sheng, who was counting gifts in the yard outside the house, and pushed his business card over.
"Prepare a generous gift for Mrs. Nian and tell Boss Nian that when the New Year comes out, I will come to visit her personally."
Xu Sheng hurriedly agreed.
Su Miaomiao ran in outside the door. Before she entered the study door, she started shouting: "My boss, my boss, there is a letter from the capital."
Chen Jinjun was startled and suddenly raised his head to look at Su Miaomiao: "Did it come from my fourth uncle?"
"It's from the head of the family." Su Miaomiao nodded frequently, her face powdered by the cold wind making her eyes dark and bright,
Chen Jinjun hurriedly took the letter from Su Miaomiao and opened it calmly and read it.
As he watched, Chen Jinjun frowned.
"What's wrong, boss?" Su Miaomiao looked at Chen Jinjun's expression and became worried.
"Something happened in the capital." Chen Jinjun sighed.
"Ah? Are the Chen family okay? My godmother..." Su Miaomiao stood at a loss and looked at Chen Jinjun anxiously, hoping to get the answer she wanted from her.
"There is nothing serious about the Chen family. My fourth uncle has been keeping a low profile since I left, but nothing has gone wrong. Even when the man named Yuan chose the family this time, my fourth uncle didn't even vote."
Chen Jinjun glanced at her comfortingly, and seeing that Su Miaomiao still looked anxious, he hurriedly explained to her again.
"The chaos is in the capital, not the Chen family. With so many old shopkeepers here, we won't make any detours."
Su Miaomiao nodded and put her heart in her stomach.
"What happened?"
"The capital is in chaos," Chen Jinjun sighed, "It's exactly as the old man expected. People say that new officials have three firepowers when they take office, and the Republic of China government is naturally indispensable."
She tapped her fingers on the table, making a tiny crunching sound when her nails collided with the tabletop.
"My old enemies and friends took advantage of the fall of the Qing Dynasty to expand their power. Now is naturally a good time to use them to drink."