Chapter 2
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Xu new year frowned: "what do you want this for?"
I want to solve the case... "Xu Qi'an said in a deep voice:" I want to know the course of the crime. I can understand that even if I die. Otherwise, I will not be reconciled. "
When it comes to solving the case directly, Xu new year will probably feel that his head has been damaged, so Xu Qi'an changed his story.
After all, the original Xu Qi'an is stubborn and stubborn character.
Xu Xinnian pondered for a moment and said, "I've read the file, so I can tell you..."
these days, he has been running for the Xu family. The case is too big, and no one dares to help him. In desperation, Xu Xinnian changed his mind and tried to solve the problem by recovering the tax money.
Relying on the original contacts of the Xu family, the relationship with the Academy, and the management of silver, Xu Xinnian bribed the officials of Jingzhao mansion to copy the files for him.
But he had no experience in criminal judgment and investigation, so he had no choice but to give up.
Xu Qi'an raised his hand and interrupted, "you go to write it down. Oral narration is meaningless."
All the details of the case are in the words, which need to be considered and chewed. If we can spare part of our energy to listen, our brain will not be able to think and analyze calmly.
Xu Qian's logical reasoning ability has always been the best in his previous life, and he is the best in the same grade.
In the past, Xu Xinnian would not pay attention to him. He thought that this farewell might be a farewell.
He agreed to his brother's last request and whispered, "just a moment."
Walk away quickly.
The sound of footsteps disappeared in the corridor. Xu Qi'an sat down with his back against the fence.
He is not sure of turning the tables. He wants to solve the case, and it is true that he is unwilling.
This is the only way to save yourself. You have to give it a try and struggle to death.
In modern criminal investigation means, crime scene investigation, monitoring and autopsy are three indispensable parts.
No one died in the missing tax bank case, and there was no monitoring in ancient times. However, he was deeply in prison, so there was no condition to contact the above three elements.
Fortunately, the file can restore the crime scene to a certain extent.
While digesting the memory of the original owner, he forces himself to get rid of all negative emotions. Only a calm brain can have a clear idea and complete rigorous reasoning.
"To die or to live, it's up to the next..." he murmured.
As the time of incense gradually passed, Xu Xinnian hurried back and gave him several pieces of rice paper with wet ink.
"Time's up. I have to go." Xu hesitated and said, "take care of yourself."
Xu Qi'an didn't answer. His eyes were attracted by the handwriting on rice paper.
In a hurry, the handwriting on the paper is cursive. If Xu Qi'an had not studied in private school for several years, he could not recognize these ghost symbols.
"It's useful to read. It's mainly an illiterate person... To scatter flowers after the end." Xu Qian laughed at himself.
Three days ago, at 6:30 a.m., Xu Pingzhi escorted a batch of tax money to Beijing. At 1:00 a.m., he walked to Guangnan street. Just after crossing the bridge, a strange wind suddenly set off. The horses were frightened and rushed into the river by the street.
Suddenly, the deafening sound of the explosion came, and the river burst six feet high, and the muddy waves were surging.
The taxi driver who was responsible for escorting the tax money jumped into the river to look for silver, and only 1250 taels of silver were found, and the rest of silver disappeared..]
in addition to the course of the crime, there were also the confessions of passers-by and soldiers who participated in escorting the taxi driver.
In a series of confessions, Xu Qi'an noticed a sentence outlined with a red cinnabar pen: monsters!
"What's the matter with monsters?" Xu Qi'an's pupils shrank and his heart sank to the bottom.
...
jingzhaofu, houtang.
After three consecutive days of busyness, the three main persons in charge of the missing tax bank case gathered together.
Chen Hanguang, the official of Jingzhao, is holding a white porcelain blue and white tea cup in his hand. The lid of the cup is gently knocked on the edge of the cup, and his face is dignified.
The official of zhengsipin, who wore Fei robes and embroidered Yunyan, sighed: "there are still two days left. The emperor orders us to recover the tax money before Xu Pingzhi's decapitation. You two adults, we have to hurry up."
Two of Chen Fu Yin's characters are middle-aged men in black uniforms and black cloaks. Their noses are high, their eyes are slightly sunken, and their pupils are light brown.
It's half Southern.
Another girl with oval face in a yellow skirt, with picturesque eyes and skin, looks forward to life.
She holds a cane in her hand, a deerskin bag and a Bagua geomantic disc are hanging around her waist, and a pair of small boots embroidered with cloud patterns are under her skirt.
Swing, swing.
These two men are assistant investigators. The middle-aged man's name is Li Yuchun. He came from an organization that Dafeng officials fear: watchmen.
The "watchmen" organization is engaged in reconnaissance, arrest, interrogation and other activities. They also participated in collecting military information and plotting against enemy generals.
It does not belong to the six departments, nor does it belong to the military system.It's the Royal intelligence organization, and it's also the guillotine hanging over the heads of officials.
All the officials of Dafeng have heard a saying: don't do anything bad during the day, and don't be afraid to beat the watchman at night.
The girl in the yellow skirt was a member of the Si Tian Jian. She was a disciple of the Si Tian Jian Zheng.
The middle-aged man with a silver Gong embroidered on his chest glanced at the bagasse thrown out by the young girl in the yellow skirt spread all over his feet. He frowned, turned his palm, rolled the air, and gathered the bagasse together.
The middle-aged man nodded slightly, showing a flash of joy.
Then he replied to Chen Fu Yin with a heavy face: "this case is very strange. Maybe we are going in the wrong direction."
"Where does Mr. Li begin?" Chen Fu Yin frowned, the case analysis up to now, the basic lock is the evil, robbed the tax money.
"We don't have much time. What we should do now is to catch the monsters as soon as possible. Don't think about the mess." Chen Fu Yin said.
In recent years, the National Treasury is empty, and there are often disasters everywhere. 150000 taels of tax is equivalent to one year's tax revenue of an ordinary county.
Your Majesty's anger is understandable.
I don't have any money at all. I'm so angry that you give it back to me.
Chen Fu Yin conscientiously took over the case, the burden on his shoulders, he recently can not eat well, sleep well.
The middle-aged man shook his head. Instead of arguing, he said, "what's new in Xu Pingzhi's life?"
Chen Fu Yin shook his head: "a Wufu can only grumble about injustice. He doesn't even know how he lost his tax money."
Yellow skirt girl light way: "I watched his' gas', did not lie."
Li Yuchun and Chen Fuyin nodded and did not continue to talk about this person.
As a criminal, Xu Pingzhi was the first to be investigated, tortured, and his interpersonal and financial situation were all touched. With the help of Si Tian Jian's technique of looking at Qi, the suspicion has now been eliminated.
Of course, the loss of tax money, Xu Pingzhi dereliction of duty, the death penalty.
The middle-aged man and Chen Fu Yin had a serious face and a heavy heart.
Only the yellow skirt girl with the lightest pressure gnaws sugarcane heartlessly.
At this time, the sound of footsteps came, and a yamen servant came in in in a hurry, holding a small bamboo tube in his right hand and a large steaming meat bag in his left hand.
The Yamen officer handed over the bamboo tube first.
Yellow skirt girl didn't pick up, such as the bright eyes with star son, aiming at the eye big meat bag.
The Yamen servant changed the order. The yellow skirt girl picked up the big meat bag happily. Then she took the bamboo tube, took out a piece of paper and read it:
"my people said that along the way, there was no evil spirit in Hanoi, and there was no trace on the bank."
"Pa!"
The oppressive atmosphere finally exploded. Chen Fu Yin slapped the table angrily, his face was livid: "where can I take 150000 taels of silver? It has to go ashore, it has to go ashore. It's been three days, and I haven't even found a trace of the other party. "
"Hateful, who dares to intercept my big tax money? I'm sure it will be destroyed both in form and spirit!"
If the tax money can't be recovered, he has to carry the pot. The emperor doesn't care whether he is wronged or not. If he sits in this position, he has to carry the pot.
Officialdom is like this. It's easy to climb up and fall down.
Li Yuchun, a middle-aged man, breathed out a breath and resumed the topic just now: "is it possible that the direction of our investigation is wrong? Maybe it's not caused by monsters."
Chen Fu Yin looked at him, took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "it's not a monster. How can the demon wind come from? How can silver disappear out of thin air when it goes into the river? How can it blow up water waves several feet high and shake the two sides apart. "
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Xu new year frowned: "what do you want this for?"
I want to solve the case... "Xu Qi'an said in a deep voice:" I want to know the course of the crime. I can understand that even if I die. Otherwise, I will not be reconciled. "
When it comes to solving the case directly, Xu new year will probably feel that his head has been damaged, so Xu Qi'an changed his story.
After all, the original Xu Qi'an is stubborn and stubborn character.
Xu Xinnian pondered for a moment and said, "I've read the file, so I can tell you..."
these days, he has been running for the Xu family. The case is too big, and no one dares to help him. In desperation, Xu Xinnian changed his mind and tried to solve the problem by recovering the tax money.
Relying on the original contacts of the Xu family, the relationship with the Academy, and the management of silver, Xu Xinnian bribed the officials of Jingzhao mansion to copy the files for him.
But he had no experience in criminal judgment and investigation, so he had no choice but to give up.
Xu Qi'an raised his hand and interrupted, "you go to write it down. Oral narration is meaningless."
All the details of the case are in the words, which need to be considered and chewed. If we can spare part of our energy to listen, our brain will not be able to think and analyze calmly.
Xu Qian's logical reasoning ability has always been the best in his previous life, and he is the best in the same grade.
In the past, Xu Xinnian would not pay attention to him. He thought that this farewell might be a farewell.
He agreed to his brother's last request and whispered, "just a moment."
Walk away quickly.
The sound of footsteps disappeared in the corridor. Xu Qi'an sat down with his back against the fence.
He is not sure of turning the tables. He wants to solve the case, and it is true that he is unwilling.
This is the only way to save yourself. You have to give it a try and struggle to death.
In modern criminal investigation means, crime scene investigation, monitoring and autopsy are three indispensable parts.
No one died in the missing tax bank case, and there was no monitoring in ancient times. However, he was deeply in prison, so there was no condition to contact the above three elements.
Fortunately, the file can restore the crime scene to a certain extent.
While digesting the memory of the original owner, he forces himself to get rid of all negative emotions. Only a calm brain can have a clear idea and complete rigorous reasoning.
"To die or to live, it's up to the next..." he murmured.
As the time of incense gradually passed, Xu Xinnian hurried back and gave him several pieces of rice paper with wet ink.
"Time's up. I have to go." Xu hesitated and said, "take care of yourself."
Xu Qi'an didn't answer. His eyes were attracted by the handwriting on rice paper.
In a hurry, the handwriting on the paper is cursive. If Xu Qi'an had not studied in private school for several years, he could not recognize these ghost symbols.
"It's useful to read. It's mainly an illiterate person... To scatter flowers after the end." Xu Qian laughed at himself.
Three days ago, at 6:30 a.m., Xu Pingzhi escorted a batch of tax money to Beijing. At 1:00 a.m., he walked to Guangnan street. Just after crossing the bridge, a strange wind suddenly set off. The horses were frightened and rushed into the river by the street.
Suddenly, the deafening sound of the explosion came, and the river burst six feet high, and the muddy waves were surging.
The taxi driver who was responsible for escorting the tax money jumped into the river to look for silver, and only 1250 taels of silver were found, and the rest of silver disappeared..]
in addition to the course of the crime, there were also the confessions of passers-by and soldiers who participated in escorting the taxi driver.
In a series of confessions, Xu Qi'an noticed a sentence outlined with a red cinnabar pen: monsters!
"What's the matter with monsters?" Xu Qi'an's pupils shrank and his heart sank to the bottom.
...
jingzhaofu, houtang.
After three consecutive days of busyness, the three main persons in charge of the missing tax bank case gathered together.
Chen Hanguang, the official of Jingzhao, is holding a white porcelain blue and white tea cup in his hand. The lid of the cup is gently knocked on the edge of the cup, and his face is dignified.
The official of zhengsipin, who wore Fei robes and embroidered Yunyan, sighed: "there are still two days left. The emperor orders us to recover the tax money before Xu Pingzhi's decapitation. You two adults, we have to hurry up."
Two of Chen Fu Yin's characters are middle-aged men in black uniforms and black cloaks. Their noses are high, their eyes are slightly sunken, and their pupils are light brown.
It's half Southern.
Another girl with oval face in a yellow skirt, with picturesque eyes and skin, looks forward to life.
She holds a cane in her hand, a deerskin bag and a Bagua geomantic disc are hanging around her waist, and a pair of small boots embroidered with cloud patterns are under her skirt.
Swing, swing.
These two men are assistant investigators. The middle-aged man's name is Li Yuchun. He came from an organization that Dafeng officials fear: watchmen.
The "watchmen" organization is engaged in reconnaissance, arrest, interrogation and other activities. They also participated in collecting military information and plotting against enemy generals.
It does not belong to the six departments, nor does it belong to the military system.It's the Royal intelligence organization, and it's also the guillotine hanging over the heads of officials.
All the officials of Dafeng have heard a saying: don't do anything bad during the day, and don't be afraid to beat the watchman at night.
The girl in the yellow skirt was a member of the Si Tian Jian. She was a disciple of the Si Tian Jian Zheng.
The middle-aged man with a silver Gong embroidered on his chest glanced at the bagasse thrown out by the young girl in the yellow skirt spread all over his feet. He frowned, turned his palm, rolled the air, and gathered the bagasse together.
The middle-aged man nodded slightly, showing a flash of joy.
Then he replied to Chen Fu Yin with a heavy face: "this case is very strange. Maybe we are going in the wrong direction."
"Where does Mr. Li begin?" Chen Fu Yin frowned, the case analysis up to now, the basic lock is the evil, robbed the tax money.
"We don't have much time. What we should do now is to catch the monsters as soon as possible. Don't think about the mess." Chen Fu Yin said.
In recent years, the National Treasury is empty, and there are often disasters everywhere. 150000 taels of tax is equivalent to one year's tax revenue of an ordinary county.
Your Majesty's anger is understandable.
I don't have any money at all. I'm so angry that you give it back to me.
Chen Fu Yin conscientiously took over the case, the burden on his shoulders, he recently can not eat well, sleep well.
The middle-aged man shook his head. Instead of arguing, he said, "what's new in Xu Pingzhi's life?"
Chen Fu Yin shook his head: "a Wufu can only grumble about injustice. He doesn't even know how he lost his tax money."
Yellow skirt girl light way: "I watched his' gas', did not lie."
Li Yuchun and Chen Fuyin nodded and did not continue to talk about this person.
As a criminal, Xu Pingzhi was the first to be investigated, tortured, and his interpersonal and financial situation were all touched. With the help of Si Tian Jian's technique of looking at Qi, the suspicion has now been eliminated.
Of course, the loss of tax money, Xu Pingzhi dereliction of duty, the death penalty.
The middle-aged man and Chen Fu Yin had a serious face and a heavy heart.
Only the yellow skirt girl with the lightest pressure gnaws sugarcane heartlessly.
At this time, the sound of footsteps came, and a yamen servant came in in in a hurry, holding a small bamboo tube in his right hand and a large steaming meat bag in his left hand.
The Yamen officer handed over the bamboo tube first.
Yellow skirt girl didn't pick up, such as the bright eyes with star son, aiming at the eye big meat bag.
The Yamen servant changed the order. The yellow skirt girl picked up the big meat bag happily. Then she took the bamboo tube, took out a piece of paper and read it:
"my people said that along the way, there was no evil spirit in Hanoi, and there was no trace on the bank."
"Pa!"
The oppressive atmosphere finally exploded. Chen Fu Yin slapped the table angrily, his face was livid: "where can I take 150000 taels of silver? It has to go ashore, it has to go ashore. It's been three days, and I haven't even found a trace of the other party. "
"Hateful, who dares to intercept my big tax money? I'm sure it will be destroyed both in form and spirit!"
If the tax money can't be recovered, he has to carry the pot. The emperor doesn't care whether he is wronged or not. If he sits in this position, he has to carry the pot.
Officialdom is like this. It's easy to climb up and fall down.
Li Yuchun, a middle-aged man, breathed out a breath and resumed the topic just now: "is it possible that the direction of our investigation is wrong? Maybe it's not caused by monsters."
Chen Fu Yin looked at him, took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "it's not a monster. How can the demon wind come from? How can silver disappear out of thin air when it goes into the river? How can it blow up water waves several feet high and shake the two sides apart. "
Xu new year frowned: "what do you want this for?" I want to solve the case... "Xu Qi'an said in a deep voice:" I want to know the course of the crime. I can understand that even if I die. Otherwise, I will not be reconciled. " When it comes to solving the case directly, Xu new year will probably feel that his head has been damaged, so Xu Qi'an changed his story. After all, the original Xu Qi'an is stubborn and stubborn character. Xu Xinnian pondered for a moment and said, "I've read the file, so I can tell you..." these days, he has been running for the Xu family. The case is too big, and no one dares to help him. In desperation, Xu Xinnian changed his mind and tried to solve the problem by recovering the tax money. Relying on the original contacts of the Xu family, the relationship with the Academy, and the management of silver, Xu Xinnian bribed the officials of Jingzhao mansion to copy the files for him. But he had no experience in criminal judgment and investigation, so he had no choice but to give up. Xu Qi'an raised his hand and interrupted, "you go to write it down. Oral narration is meaningless." All the details of the case are in the words, which need to be considered and chewed. If we can spare part of our energy to listen, our brain will not be able to think and analyze calmly. Xu Qian's logical reasoning ability has always been the best in his previous life, and he is the best in the same grade. In the past, Xu Xinnian would not pay attention to him. He thought that this farewell might be a farewell. He agreed to his brother's last request and whispered, "just a moment." Walk away quickly. The sound of footsteps disappeared in the corridor. Xu Qi'an sat down with his back against the fence. He is not sure of turning the tables. He wants to solve the case, and it is true that he is unwilling. This is the only way to save yourself. You have to give it a try and struggle to death. In modern criminal investigation means, crime scene investigation, monitoring and autopsy are three indispensable parts. No one died in the missing tax bank case, and there was no monitoring in ancient times. However, he was deeply in prison, so there was no condition to contact the above three elements. Fortunately, the file can restore the crime scene to a certain extent. While digesting the memory of the original owner, he forces himself to get rid of all negative emotions. Only a calm brain can have a clear idea and complete rigorous reasoning. "To die or to live, it's up to the next..." he murmured. As the time of incense gradually passed, Xu Xinnian hurried back and gave him several pieces of rice paper with wet ink. "Time's up. I have to go." Xu hesitated and said, "take care of yourself." Xu Qi'an didn't answer. His eyes were attracted by the handwriting on rice paper. In a hurry, the handwriting on the paper is cursive. If Xu Qi'an had not studied in private school for several years, he could not recognize these ghost symbols. "It's useful to read. It's mainly an illiterate person... To scatter flowers after the end." Xu Qian laughed at himself. Three days ago, at 6:30 a.m., Xu Pingzhi escorted a batch of tax money to Beijing. At 1:00 a.m., he walked to Guangnan street. Just after crossing the bridge, a strange wind suddenly set off. The horses were frightened and rushed into the river by the street. Suddenly, the deafening sound of the explosion came, and the river burst six feet high, and the muddy waves were surging. The taxi driver who was responsible for escorting the tax money jumped into the river to look for silver, and only 1250 taels of silver were found, and the rest of silver disappeared.. in addition to the course of the crime, there were also the confessions of passers-by and soldiers who participated in escorting the taxi driver. In a series of confessions, Xu Qi'an noticed a sentence outlined with a red cinnabar pen: monsters! "What's the matter with monsters?" Xu Qi'an's pupils shrank and his heart sank to the bottom. ... jingzhaofu, houtang. After three consecutive days of busyness, the three main persons in charge of the missing tax bank case gathered together. Chen Hanguang, the official of Jingzhao, is holding a white porcelain blue and white tea cup in his hand. The lid of the cup is gently knocked on the edge of the cup, and his face is dignified. The official of zhengsipin, who wore Fei robes and embroidered Yunyan, sighed: "there are still two days left. The emperor orders us to recover the tax money before Xu Pingzhi's decapitation. You two adults, we have to hurry up." Two of Chen Fu Yin's characters are middle-aged men in black uniforms and black cloaks. Their noses are high, their eyes are slightly sunken, and their pupils are light brown. It's half Southern. Another girl with oval face in a yellow skirt, with picturesque eyes and skin, looks forward to life. She holds a cane in her hand, a deerskin bag and a Bagua geomantic disc are hanging around her waist, and a pair of small boots embroidered with cloud patterns are under her skirt. Swing, swing. These two men are assistant investigators. The middle-aged man's name is Li Yuchun. He came from an organization that Dafeng officials fear: watchmen. The "watchmen" organization is engaged in reconnaissance, arrest, interrogation and other activities. They also participated in collecting military information and plotting against enemy generals. It does not belong to the six departments, nor does it belong to the military system.It's the Royal intelligence organization, and it's also the guillotine hanging over the heads of officials. All the officials of Dafeng have heard a saying: don't do anything bad during the day, and don't be afraid to beat the watchman at night. The girl in the yellow skirt was a member of the Si Tian Jian. She was a disciple of the Si Tian Jian Zheng. The middle-aged man with a silver Gong embroidered on his chest glanced at the bagasse thrown out by the young girl in the yellow skirt spread all over his feet. He frowned, turned his palm, rolled the air, and gathered the bagasse together. The middle-aged man nodded slightly, showing a flash of joy. Then he replied to Chen Fu Yin with a heavy face: "this case is very strange. Maybe we are going in the wrong direction." "Where does Mr. Li begin?" Chen Fu Yin frowned, the case analysis up to now, the basic lock is the evil, robbed the tax money. "We don't have much time. What we should do now is to catch the monsters as soon as possible. Don't think about the mess." Chen Fu Yin said. In recent years, the National Treasury is empty, and there are often disasters everywhere. 150000 taels of tax is equivalent to one year's tax revenue of an ordinary county. Your Majesty's anger is understandable. I don't have any money at all. I'm so angry that you give it back to me. Chen Fu Yin conscientiously took over the case, the burden on his shoulders, he recently can not eat well, sleep well. The middle-aged man shook his head. Instead of arguing, he said, "what's new in Xu Pingzhi's life?" Chen Fu Yin shook his head: "a Wufu can only grumble about injustice. He doesn't even know how he lost his tax money." Yellow skirt girl light way: "I watched his' gas', did not lie." Li Yuchun and Chen Fuyin nodded and did not continue to talk about this person. As a criminal, Xu Pingzhi was the first to be investigated, tortured, and his interpersonal and financial situation were all touched. With the help of Si Tian Jian's technique of looking at Qi, the suspicion has now been eliminated. Of course, the loss of tax money, Xu Pingzhi dereliction of duty, the death penalty. The middle-aged man and Chen Fu Yin had a serious face and a heavy heart. Only the yellow skirt girl with the lightest pressure gnaws sugarcane heartlessly. At this time, the sound of footsteps came, and a yamen servant came in in in a hurry, holding a small bamboo tube in his right hand and a large steaming meat bag in his left hand. The Yamen officer handed over the bamboo tube first. Yellow skirt girl didn't pick up, such as the bright eyes with star son, aiming at the eye big meat bag. The Yamen servant changed the order. The yellow skirt girl picked up the big meat bag happily. Then she took the bamboo tube, took out a piece of paper and read it: "my people said that along the way, there was no evil spirit in Hanoi, and there was no trace on the bank." "Pa!" The oppressive atmosphere finally exploded. Chen Fu Yin slapped the table angrily, his face was livid: "where can I take 150000 taels of silver? It has to go ashore, it has to go ashore. It's been three days, and I haven't even found a trace of the other party. " "Hateful, who dares to intercept my big tax money? I'm sure it will be destroyed both in form and spirit!" If the tax money can't be recovered, he has to carry the pot. The emperor doesn't care whether he is wronged or not. If he sits in this position, he has to carry the pot. Officialdom is like this. It's easy to climb up and fall down. Li Yuchun, a middle-aged man, breathed out a breath and resumed the topic just now: "is it possible that the direction of our investigation is wrong? Maybe it's not caused by monsters." Chen Fu Yin looked at him, took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "it's not a monster. How can the demon wind come from? How can silver disappear out of thin air when it goes into the river? How can it blow up water waves several feet high and shake the two sides apart. "
