"The magistrate is not here." Faced with Wu Song's question, the master replied without hesitation.
Wu Song was now dressed in plain white mourning clothes and looked like he was suppressing his anger. The master thought about it with his belly button and knew that Wu Song was not a good person. It would not be a good thing to find the county magistrate.
"Master, do you know where the magistrate has gone?" Wu Song accidentally squeezed his left hand twice. The sharp knife hidden in his sleeve was already a little warm, but it still made Wu Song feel a little chilly.
"I don't know!" The sharp-eyed master saw that something was wrong under the clothes on Wu Song's left arm. How could he dare to tell the truth?
"Where is Wu Zuo?" Wu Song asked unwillingly.
"Are you talking about He Jiu? That guy doesn't come to the county government office when he has nothing to do. He usually stays in the shop." The master pointed the direction to Wu Song: "Go over there, turn two corners, and there is a paper hanging at the door.
The ones with large wreaths are very easy to find.”
Wu Song nodded slightly and walked away. After thinking about it, the master still felt that something was wrong, so he decided to go to the Lion House to report the matter in person.
"Are you He Jiu?" Wu Song asked in a deep voice, looking at the wretched middle-aged man sitting and dozing in the shop.
It's not yet the Qingming Festival, and the business of He Jiu's shop will not be good, so at this time, He Jiu basically just leans back in a chair after eating, takes a nap, and dreams.
As for the paper figures, paper horses, wreaths, incense and candles in the shop, He Jiu had never worried about anyone alive stealing these things.
"Who! Dare to disturb someone's dream?" He Jiu wiped the saliva that flowed to his chest and said goodbye to the girls in Baihua Tower in the dream.
Looking at the big man standing in front of him, He Jiu said "Oops" first, then he tried to stand up from the chair and cupped his hands.
"It turns out it's Wu Dutou, your body..."
No need to ask, He Jiu also understood that Wu Song already knew about Wu Dalang, otherwise he would not be able to walk around the streets wearing white clothes and a hemp rope.
Wu Song didn't waste any time. He took out the wrist-breaking knife from his sleeve and thrust it toward the table next to him. The good guy was almost two inches in at once.
"Wu Dutou, what do you mean?" He Jiu looked at the offering table distressedly. This is the best thing in He Jiu's shop, made from Fraxinus manchus. After being treated like this by Wu Song, it seems to be a good price.
I can't sell it, and I don't know if I can fill the hole with paint.
"Let me ask you! How did my brother die?" Wu Song pointed at the sharp knife with one hand: "He Jiu, if you tell a lie, people are made of flesh, but they are not as strong as this table!"
"Wu Dutou, how Wu Dalang died has been determined for a long time." He Jiu looked at the gleaming sharp knife and was frightened: "The murderer is Brother Yun, and he is in prison now."
"Then...how did I hear that it was Ximen Qing who killed my brother?" Wu Song frowned and reached out to touch the sharp knife: "He Jiu, is everything you said true?"
"Du Tou, I swear on the sword!" He Jiu gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't say anything false."
"Oh?" Wu Song looked at He Jiu with interest, his hand already touching the handle of the knife: "Then tell me, how do you judge that Brother Yun committed the murder?"
"This..." Wu Song's words hit He Jiu's weakness. To be honest, if Niu Dutou hadn't reminded him, He Jiu would still be confused even now.
"Wu Dutou, Brother Yun is less than fifteen years old, in weak health, and has an old relationship with your brother. How could he do such a thing?"
At this moment, a few words came from outside the door, which just in time solved the problem for He Jiu.
Wu Song turned around and saw Niu Du standing at the door with his arms folded, his face half-smiling but not smiling. Instead of looking at Wu Song, he stared fiercely at He Jiu.
He Jiu's palms were sweating, and then he took a deep breath and walked down the slope: "Wu Dutou, Niu Dutou knows all about this matter. You might as well ask him if you ask me."
Damn it, it was Niu Dutou who made the judgment anyway, so what does it have to do with me!
"Do you really mean what Niu Dutou said?" Wu Song pulled out the wrist-breaking knife with a flick of his finger, inserted it into his waist casually, strode out of the shop, and stood face to face with Niu Dutou.
"Wu Dutou, you and I are colleagues, how can I deceive you?" Niu Du said confidently: "I was on patrol the night of the accident and had seen the scene. With the strength of Brother Yun, I wanted to kill Wu Dalang.
It’s still not easy to push downstairs.”
Wu Song thought for a while and said: "This still doesn't explain why it is Ximen Qing?"
"You may not know yet..." Niu Dutou pretended to be mysterious: "Brother Yun is the murderer. This theory was proposed by Ximen Qing."
"Huh?" Wu Song raised his eyebrows: "Is this true?"
"He Jiu was also there at that time." Niu Dutou pointed to the inside of the shop.
Wu Song followed the direction of Niu Dutou's finger and saw He Jiutou nodding like garlic.
"Oh, thank you very much." To Niu Dutou's surprise, Wu Song did not look angry, but instead bowed his hands calmly and was about to leave.
"Zhixian Zhu and Ximen Qing are drinking at the Lion House..."
Niu Dutou's words did not stop Wu Song. Wu Song just paused slightly and continued walking towards Zishi Street.
"Is this still a hero who fights tigers?" Niu Dutou said a little confused: "When an ordinary man encounters this kind of thing, I'm afraid he would have yelled loudly, and if he was more angry, he would just risk his life. This Wu Song..."
Under the influence of Niu Dutou, Wu Song has always been the kind of reckless man who shouts to fight and kill. There is something wrong with this reaction.
What Niu Dutou didn't expect was that Wu Song was already full of anger at this time, but he just didn't show it on the surface. The reason why he didn't explode or ask where the Lion Tower was was because before that, Wu Song had to return to Zishi.
Street, get another affirmation from one person's mouth.
That person is Wu Song’s sister-in-law, Pan Jinlian!
Before Wu Songlin went out, he entrusted his brother, Wu Dalang, to Pan Jinlian, and also said a lot of uneasy words.
Wu Song clearly remembered that at that time Pan Jinlian was a man without a turban, and he was about to slap his chest and swear.
I have only been gone for a long time, and this kind of thing has happened!
It is tolerable, but what is intolerable!
On the surface, Wu Song's steps were slow, but his steel teeth were already clenching tightly.
My brother's heroic spirit is not far away. Let's see how Wu Song kills your enemy for you!
"Master, what on earth do you want to say?" Ximen Qing found it difficult to hear clearly what the master was saying amidst the loud singing of his fans.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is tonight in the palace in the sky."
Although the space in the private room is not small, a large table has been put down, and there are more than a dozen prominent people in Qinghe County sitting there, plus four fans playing the pipa and singing the water tune song of Su Dajun. The master is at the door.
I couldn't squeeze in even if I was in a hurry.
Seeing Ximen Qing's frown, the master opened his mouth for a long time and made several gestures, but still couldn't make his meaning clear.
Zhu Zhixian was overjoyed when he heard this, and even waved his hand to the master at the door, thinking that the master was dancing with him.
In desperation, the master made a tiger-like posture, and Ximen Qing finally realized that the master seemed to be talking about something related to Wu Song.
It was not easy to squeeze past the fans, especially a promising young man like Ximen Qing. The fans were singing, playing, and seducing with their bodies, intentionally blocking Ximen Qing's path.
Ximen Qing coughed twice and used his unparalleled skill to grab Nailong's claw hand. Only then did he get out in the chaos, with a crowd of pink-headed people behind him pretending to scold him.
"Young official, I hate you..."
"Lord County Captain, why are you touching my slave's house..."
Suddenly, the wonderful "When will the bright moon come" was shattered by Ximen Qing.
"Wu Dutou has come to the county office!" The master's shout sounded particularly harsh, attracting the attention of the people at the table.
"Steady!" Zhu Zhixian was displeased: "It's here as soon as it comes. What's so strange about it? It's so disappointing!" Zhu Zhixian was playing and singing, and he was originally very happy, but he didn't expect that he would be disrupted this time.
The master smiled awkwardly, and Ximen Qing quickly smoothed things over and said: "The master came to see me for something, magistrate, please continue!"
When the master mentioned Wu Song, Ximen Qing knew that something was not good, so he pulled the master to another private room. Behind him, the sound of Shui Tiao Ge Tou sounded again...
"Wu Dutou is wearing a mourning robe and comes to the county office to find the magistrate." The master said with some worry: "I think Wu Dutou may be armed with a sharp weapon and I don't know what he wants to do."
Ximen Qing's heart was pounding when he heard this. What does this mean?
After Wu Dalang died, it was okay for Wu Song to wear mourning clothes; but why did he come to the county government office to find Zhu Zhixian armed with a sharp weapon? Did he want to ask who the murderer was?
No, since Wu Song has returned home, Wu Song already knows the name Brother Yun. If he wants to find the murderer, then Wu Song should go directly to the prison instead of the county government office.
Unless Wu Song got different information, and it was very likely that he got it from the prison.
Could it be that Brother Yun retracted his confession when he faced Wu Song? No, without anyone's guidance, how could Brother Yun have retracted his confession with his intelligence?
"What should I do if Wu Song is going to be harmful to the county magistrate?" The master asked anxiously: "My lord, the county magistrate, please pay more attention. What should I do if I see this?"
Ximen Qing smiled bitterly, the person Wu Song wanted to deal with was not Zhu Zhixian, but most likely himself.
"Where is Wu Song now?" Ximen Qing thought for a while, but first found out Wu Song's current location before asking: "Does he know that the magistrate is drinking here?"
"The villain didn't say anything, it was sent to He Jiu..." the master replied.
He Jiu? Wu Dalang didn't die of poisoning. His body was still hanging in the house. Ximen Qing didn't need to bribe He Jiu. The servant didn't have any leverage of his own.
Ximen Qing suddenly felt an extremely angry feeling rushing into his heart. Who is this? He is having trouble with his brother behind his back! He must catch this mastermind!
"Go to the prison!" Ximen Qing said decisively. No matter where Wu Song is now, the most unlikely place to appear is the prison, and finding out why Brother Yun retracted his confession is the most important. Since Pan Jinlian was not poisoned like in the novel
Wu Dalang, then at least now, she is safe.
At this time, the singing next door stopped again, and an angry roar from Zhu Zhixian came out: "We agreed to roast the whole lamb, why haven't we come up yet!"