People were noisy outside the window, and it was still early for Liu Ruyan to wake up.
Opposite this inn was the Caishikou. She looked around and saw that the area was surrounded by ordinary people.
In the center of the crowd stood a horse. The man on the horse's back was dressed in military uniform, and his face looked young.
"Why did the Labor Street Envoy come to this dirty place today?" At the entrance of the vegetable market, a soldier bowed and said with a smile.
The street envoy's name is Feng Zheng, who is affiliated with Wuhou Pu and is responsible for daily patrols and maintaining public order in the city.
Feng Zheng used his hand to fan the fishy smell of vegetables, which made him frown, but he spoke righteously: "Eating the emperor's salary is a matter of loyalty to the emperor. There is such a big thing in the city, how can the envoy of this street do it?"
Sit back and ignore it!”
Feng Zheng said loudly, but in his mind he was thinking: It took him eight lifetimes to become this street envoy. Fortunately, his father was a second-grade official and arranged this hard job for his own son.
He casually circled the riding crop and asked, "Where was the deceased found?"
The soldier responded truthfully: "The deceased I found in the ditch this morning, I guess, came in along the river outside the city, but... I think the dead girl looks familiar to me."
"Looks familiar?" Feng Zheng looked at him seriously, "Do you know him?"
The soldier nodded, "My subordinates look at her a bit like the singer Mu Qing."
"Mu Qing?" Street Commander Feng exclaimed, clasping his riding whip with his fingers, "You mean, the deceased looks like Mu Qing?"
The soldier nodded again.
Feng Zheng's face looked ugly, but he held a trace of luck in his heart.
Maybe they got the wrong person?
Just at this moment, the crowd started to commotion again, and a group of patrols from Wuhoupu and Yamen officers rushed over and posted the arrest documents on the bulletin board.
The leader of the soldiers reported to Feng Zheng: "The Yamen has found out clearly that the deceased is Mu Qing, from Jinling. Just yesterday evening, a Huansha girl saw Mu Qing and a man staying by the river outside the city.
The man's identity has been found out by his subordinates, and he is the son of the Minister of Industry, He Zhixun."
The son of the Minister of Industry?
Feng Zheng thought to himself, no wonder the murderer was familiar with the flow of the Qinhuai River.
There are murders outside the city, and corpses are seen in the city.
The corpse flowed down the river outside the city and was finally found in a ditch. The Qinhuai River is ten miles long and the place where the corpse was dumped was difficult to find. If Huansha Nu hadn't happened to bump into it, this case would have been difficult to handle.
"Where are He Zhixun's people?" Feng Zheng frowned.
The Yamen detective stepped forward and said, "We have just searched, and the husband of the He family has not returned to the house."
Feng Zheng felt a headache.
As luck would have it, the deceased was none other than Mu Qing. This girl had outstanding talents and was good at poetry and songs. She was quite famous in the Qinhuai area, and even the current ruler of the country praised her highly.
Feng Zheng once heard the ruler of the country praise her with his own ears: "Miss Mu Qing is beautiful and smart, especially those few Jiangnan tunes she sang, which won my heart."
But now that the girl's beauty has faded away, this matter may be reported to the king of the country.
Feng Zheng rubbed the tips of his brows, pretending to be calm on the surface, but in his heart he wanted to beat his chest and stamp his feet.
If Mu Qing's case is not handled well, it would be a shame to lose his reputation, but it would be a real loss to lose his head.
Dad, dad, you can harm Ku'er...
After the sea arrest documents were posted, people gathered nearby to watch.
There was a fish vendor whose stall was very close. He had some free time at the moment, so he washed his hands with water and came over to join in the fun.
Everyone was talking a lot, and the fishmonger listened carefully.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the portrait on the wanted poster.
But the man in the painting has a straight eyebrow and a graceful posture.
The fishmonger touched his shoehorned face and whispered: "Who makes her ignorant of good and bad? A mere lowly woman wants to be a slave to a dragon and a phoenix. In the final analysis, she is just a plaything of the officials' children. She deserves to die."
"Yes, you deserve to die." Everyone responded one after another.
When the fishmonger heard the response, he raised his voice and said, "She is responsible for everything. A woman like this is a waste of life and will be a disaster to anyone she marries!"
"You're right."
The fishmonger became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, and his saliva flew everywhere, as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes, "Such a bitch must have found a new lover outside, otherwise there is no grievance or enmity, why would the husband of the He family do it?"
Want to kill her?"
After everyone heard this, they were suddenly enlightened.
The fishmonger continued: "Which man in the world can tolerate his woman Hongxing cheating on her, she must have seduced someone else first! Even if she dies, such a lowly child will be considered an advantage to her!"
"Yes, that's right, if I were the husband of the He family, I wouldn't be lenient to a woman who is so frivolous."
"You deserve to die, you are a shameless thing."
"Oh, how can this girl from the singing studio be a serious girl..."
Everyone cursed Mu Qing with every word he said.
Boss Feng Zheng heard a few words from a distance. He walked through the crowd, came to Shi Shiran, and said loudly to everyone: "If anyone sees He Lang, come to my Wuhou shop and let him know, and you can receive a five-cent silver reward."
"
After saying that, he raised five fingers.
When the people watching heard about the silver reward, they immediately fell silent.
When the common people saw the officers and soldiers of Wuhoupu leaving, they immediately dispersed.
So, the second day came again.
There was a restaurant in the east of the city. As soon as dawn broke, the waiter from the restaurant came to the fishmonger's stall carrying a fish basket and waited for someone to open it.
But after waiting for a long time, there was still no sign of the fishmonger.
The waiter couldn't help but murmured: "A few days ago, our restaurant ordered fifty river carp, and we agreed to pick up the fish today. Is it possible that the other party is trying to cheat?"
The waiter couldn't wait any longer, so he asked the butcher next door about the situation.
The butcher also found it strange.
Logically speaking, the fishmonger is a conscientious person with a real heart, and he will never fail to do anything he promises.
"Maybe I was delayed by something," the butcher explained kindly.
"Have any of you seen this fish stall owner?" Just at this moment, a group of officers and soldiers rushed towards the market entrance.
The leader is none other than the street envoy, Feng Zheng.
Feng Zheng revisited his old place with mixed feelings in his heart.
The countless stinky smells of chicken, duck, and fish around him penetrated his nostrils all the time, making him choke.
Feng Zheng secretly held his breath and directed his men to inquire about the fish vendor, Gao Jian.
The soldier raised the portrait in his hand and asked coldly: "Have you ever seen the person in the painting?"
The butcher was familiar with the fishmonger, so he nodded: "I've seen him before, Lao Gao usually sets up a stall next to me."
The soldier said seriously: "What about others?"
The butcher answered honestly: "Yesterday I saw Lao Gao setting up a stall at the entrance of the vegetable market, but since today, I haven't seen him."
"Have you really never seen this person today?"
The butcher immediately waved his hand and said, "Young man, how dare you deceive the military master?"
The soldier's inquiries were fruitless and he turned back to look at Feng Zheng.
The butcher felt uneasy and asked quickly: "May I ask the military master, what happened to Lao Gao?"
Feng Zheng looked back at him: "Gao Jian committed murder and is now on the run in fear of crime."
The butcher's eyes widened and he was stunned on the spot...
Recently, Feng Zheng has been very busy.
He first went to the government office to retrieve several files, and then carefully checked the background of Gao Jian and his first wife, Mrs. Gao.
He crouched listlessly at the desk, thinking to himself: Although Gao Jian and his wife didn't get along in private, according to neighbors, Gao Jian had a cowardly character and didn't even dare to kill fish at first, so how could he kill his wife?
He scratched his head and saw a few words in his eyes.