The main street of Qinghe County, which was empty and foggy with only the moonlight shining down, inevitably fell into an embarrassing silence as Jiang Chou finished speaking.
In the end, Pei Qian couldn't stand this inhuman torture. If he kept glaring at Jiang Chou like this, he could dig out a three-story restaurant on the street with his toes!
"Director Xiaojiang, what is that..."
Pei Qian carefully stretched out his index finger from his wide cuff and pointed behind Jiang Chou.
Only then did Jiang Chou realize that Pei Qian and the detectives were here for Yang Chusheng's body.
Then why do you tell yourself that you are going out to enjoy the evening breeze?
really weird.
Jiang Chou stepped out of the way and looked at the policemen running past him with their heads down, feeling very confused.
Then he remembered something. When he killed Bu San, Pei Qian immediately put him in prison. He remembered that that day in prison was completely different from usual life...
Jiang Chou stepped forward, walked behind Pei Qian who was directing everyone's work, and shouted: "County Magistrate Pei."
Pei Qian was startled, wondering why you haven't left yet... He turned around with a smile on his face: "Director Xiao Jiang, do you have anything to give me?"
Magistrate Pei seems to be a lot more polite to him...
Jiang Chou looked into the other person's eyes, pointed at Yang Chusheng's body, and said seriously: "I killed this man."
Pei Qian blinked.
Who doesn’t know that you were the one who killed me? Why did you go out of your way to tell me?
"Well, Director Xiao Jiang must have something hidden. I will start investigating the matter tomorrow... When the investigation is clear, I will definitely give justice to Director Xiao Jiang!" Pei Qian said.
Jiang Chou was stunned. I killed the person, and you still want to give me justice. Why is it so weird?
Pei Qian must have misunderstood what he meant.
"County Magistrate Pei, what I mean is..." So Jiang Chou explained, "I killed someone, do you want to arrest me and put me in jail for two days?"
After the words fell, not only Pei Qian, but also the many police officers who had just moved Yang Chusheng's body onto the bamboo frame and sprayed water to clean the streets all stopped and turned to look at Jiang Chou.
This kind of request... I have never seen it in my life!
Some older police officers couldn't help but think: How wonderful it would be if all the criminals in the world were like Daoist Xiaojiang...
Pei Qian's eyes twitched slightly, he looked back at the shocking hole in Yang Chusheng's chest, swallowed and said, "No, no need..."
"Don't you have to go to jail..." When Jiang Chou heard this, a trace of disappointment appeared on his brows. The people in the jail were so hospitable and warm, so they couldn't see him anymore.
Hey hey hey, what do you mean by the regret on your face? That's too much!
Pei Qian felt confused. In the howling night wind, he actually raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Well, Magistrate Pei, you are busy first, I will go back." Jiang Chou said.
"Director Xiaojiang, walk slowly."
Pei Qian breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and saw the strange looks that the detectives were looking at him. He stepped forward and gave one of the detectives a kick. He cursed angrily: "What are you looking at? I'm so called flexible and flexible, you rough guys."
People, they know nothing!"
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The regret of not being able to experience prison life again did not bother Jiang Chou for too long. To be precise, it disappeared completely when he walked out of the north gate and remembered the banknotes he had just collected from Yang Chusheng.
Everything else was stuffed into the storage ring first, except for the broken silver notes, which he calculated carefully when searching.
There are about six to seven hundred taels of silver.
Although Jiang Chou had just taken tens of thousands of taels from the seventh master of Tang Dynasty, six or seven hundred taels may not sound like much, but if converted into the currency he was familiar with in his previous life, Yang Chusheng would be carrying around six or seven hundred thousand in cash.
It can't be counted as less.
Then a smile appeared on Jiang Chou's face again.
When it comes to buying goods, it seems that money comes in much faster than incense... Even killing people is more troublesome, and bad guys don't happen to me every day.
Jiang Chou thought as he walked toward Xiao Qingguan under the moonlight.
When we were still nearly a hundred meters away from the gate, there was a sudden noise in the woods beside the mountain road, and then a figure fell out of the woods.
It was an old man, an old man covered in blood and seriously injured. All the clothes on his body were stained red with blood. Dark smoke was rising vaguely from his right arm, but his right palm was as white as a baby.
"Help...save me..."
The old man tremblingly stretched out his right hand towards Jiang Chou, which was both old and new, withered and prosperous.
"Paji"
Before his right hand touched Jiang Chou, it dropped weakly and he fainted.
Jiang Chou was silent for a moment, then stepped over the old man's body and walked forward.
The comatose old man's eyelids twitched imperceptibly. Could it be that... Jiang Chou didn't intend to save him? No, according to the information he had, this Taoist priest Xiao Jiang should have a very high moral quality. Yes.
What went wrong...
At this moment, Jiang Chou's voice came over.
"Youngest Huang, come out and move people quickly!"
Oh, I just don't want to get stained with blood.
The old man stopped thinking about it and controlled his consciousness to fall into a coma to prevent others from seeing the clues.
…
"Master, master, senior brother has picked up an old man again! He said he wants to live with you first, please come out and have a look!"
The "bang bang bang" sound of the heavy building made the door of Jun Jue Laodao's room ring loudly.
Old Jun Jue sighed and got out of bed. As people get older, the quality of sleep deteriorates. Although he used to not need sleep much, he now enjoys sleeping.
I was woken up by Chonglou, and I didn't know how long it would take before I could fall asleep.
If you pick an old man, pick an old man. There are so many old men in the world, why should they affect your sleep?
Taoist Master Jun Jue looked through the window toward the backyard with some resentment while putting on his Taoist robe.
The next moment, his dressing movements suddenly became stiff!
As if he had seen something unprecedented, Jun Jue's eyes suddenly condensed, and an expression that definitely should not belong to him instantly appeared on his face. His extremely long white eyebrows were no longer curved as usual, but straight.
Straight across the eye sockets, like two sharp swords.
Serious, serious, vigilant, cold.
"How...why are you here?"
…
"How can this old man survive after being injured like this?" In the backyard, there were squatting people in the building. There were a large number of unconscious old men above and below. Their eyes fell on the old man's strange right hand. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Why don't you chop this hand off and add some food to it?"
Bar!"
"Is that okay?" Huang, who was lying on the ground after finishing his hard work, raised his head and looked at Jiang Chou expectantly.
Jiang Chou looked at the unconscious old man and frowned: "If he is really dead..."
"Don't... don't... I, I think I can still save him..." Before he could finish speaking, the unconscious old man suddenly opened his eyes a crack and said weakly, trembling.
"Really?" Chonglou expressed doubt.
"Really...really, I...I'm very strong, I'll be able to recover after a while..." the old man said.
"Such a serious injury can be cured by just sleeping?!" Chonglou's eyes shone brightly, "Old man, your physique must be extraordinary. Let me have a try, maybe I can become stronger too."
Old man: "..."
"Squeak"
The wooden door opened, and Master Jun Jue walked out of the room. He silently walked to Jiang Chou's side without saying a word.
Chonglou raised his head and glanced at Master Jun Jue, and asked strangely: "Master, why are you wearing a monk mask when you have nothing to do?" This chapter has been completed!