Dali Temple has his Lord Luo

Chapter 71
The person who asked the question was full of gossip.

The person next to me said, "I can't afford to invite you, so I can only come to Yiyuan to have a good time!"

Several people burst into laughter, looking at the actors on the stage with all their eyes full of jokes.

Listening to their conversation, Luo Ning sighed in his heart, no matter how good an actor is, his status is still low.

Listening carefully to Feng Ling's singing, Luo Ning was soon brought into the plot.

When Feng Ling's performance ended, thunderous applause erupted in Yiyuan. Feng Shu bowed his head and thanked everyone one by one, and slowly returned to the backstage.

Next, several more opera singers came on stage, and sure enough, they were not as good as Feng Ling in terms of appearance or singing.

Just when everyone was looking forward to Feng Ling's second appearance, there was a sudden commotion backstage, and several boys ran to the backstage.

Qin Zhao stood up and said to Luo Ning, "It seems that something happened!"

Luo Ning also stood up: "Let's go take a look!"

The two men walked backstage, where there was chaos.

A boy ran in panic: "Oh no, someone is dead."

When the other people heard this, they didn't know where to go.

Anyway, like a headless chicken, running around, at a loss, then:

"killed"

"dead"

"Feng Ling is dead"

These voices sounded, and the background became more chaotic.

Qin Zhao picked up a piece of curtain under his feet, wrapped it on a wooden board under the stage, and walked to the opera drum.

A few opera drums sounded, and the backstage suddenly became quiet.

"I am Qin Zhao, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, and this is Luo Ning, the minister of Dali Temple. We are now accepting murder cases. No one is allowed to run around and stand still!"

Qin Zhao scolded him sternly, and immediately no one dared to move.

Luo Ning stood up: "No one is allowed to move now. Where is the person in charge?"

A middle-aged man came out of the crowd with a panicked expression: "Yes... yes... small."

"Now go and continue the performance in Yiyuan! No one is allowed to leave Yiyuan, including the servants and everyone in Yiyuan."

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement.

"You, quickly go to Jingzhao Mansion to report the case and ask Mr. Song to bring Dong Wuzuo and more government officials over."

Luo Ning pointed at a young boy and ordered him.

The boy nodded in agreement and ran away.

"Now, you take me to the accident room, and no one is allowed to move for the time being!"

Luo Ning pointed to the boy closest to her and said.

The boy's face was ugly, but he moved one step at a time and took Luo Ning to the second room in the backstage corridor. When he reached the door, the boy stopped moving and pointed to the room with a sad face:
"My lord, inside..."

Luo Ning sighed and opened the door.

Feng Ling had already taken off the costume just now, and was wearing the undershirt of the costume. The snow-white clothes were stained with blood, and a dagger was stuck in his abdomen.

He fell to the floor, the chair falling at his feet.

Qin Zhao stood behind Luo Ning. Several boys at the door stretched their heads and looked inside without fear.

Fortunately, Qin Zhao felt that he could accept it, so he looked at Luo Ning calmly:

"Master Luo, what should we do next?"

"When Dong Wuzuo comes, let's maintain the scene first!"

Luo Ning ordered the boy who just stood at the door and closed the door:

"You are here to guard and no one is allowed to enter until the death penalty comes. Can you do that?"

The boy nodded.

"Who discovered it first?"

A boy came over:

"It's me. I'm the person in charge of the show. Between each show, I'm in charge of notifying the actors that Feng Ling is supposed to be in the next show. So before it starts, I'll tell him to prepare in advance!"

"How was it when you arrived?"

"Same as now, I knocked on the door and there was no answer, so I opened the door and saw Feng Ling lying on the ground."

Luo Ning thought for a while. From the moment Feng Ling left the stage to the second time he was about to take the stage, it only lasted two-quarters of an hour. Looking at the scene, the murderer must have been in a hurry.

The murderer is either someone from Yiyuan or an outsider, but can outsiders enter the backstage at will?
So I asked the waiter: "Can people come in at any time backstage?"

The boy shook his head: "Master, no one can come in, only our Yiyuan people."

"Can't even the spectators come in?"

"Yes."

At this time, the manager came over: "My lord, the performance is about to end, what should I do?"

"How many exits are there in Yiyuan?"

"There are two, but the backyard is used for walking props and debris on weekdays. It is closed now."

"Great!"

Hearing this news, Luo Ning felt relieved, and turned to Qin Zhao:

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Song has not arrived yet. There is no other way. You can take a few people from Yiyuan and register at the door. Everyone who is in Yiyuan tonight will check their ticket stubs and register their address and work. Let them go again!"

Qin Zhao nodded, admiring Luo Ning's calm mind. Although he didn't panic, he did feel that he didn't know how to deal with this sudden murder just now.

Qin Zhao took five boys and left with the housekeeper.

Luo Ning turned to the crowd again. The murderer either ran away or was among these people.

She looked around at everyone:
"Everyone tells me where they were from the time Feng Ling stepped off the stage to when he was about to take the stage. The people who were backstage just now stood on one side, and the people who were on the front stage all the way stood on one side!"

The boys were automatically divided into two groups.

"Now look at the people around you. Do you recognize them? Did you realize that what he told you was a lie just now?"

The boys looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Okay, that means there were only eight people in the backstage just now. The others left and went to the front to help and replace the five people just now!"

After waiting for a while, the five people in front were replaced, and Luo Ning used the same method as before, with only one person in the background. In this way, under Luo Ning's investigation, nine suspects surfaced.

While talking, Song Qingsong rushed over with the Yamen and Dong Wuzuo.

Luo Ning sighed and said to Dong Mingfeng:

"Master Dong, have you drunk the wine?"

Dong Mingfeng laughed: "Don't be afraid of being late for a good meal, work!"

After Song Qingsong learned about the situation, he sent a few yamen servants to replace Qin Zhao. After a while, Qin Zhao came back with the housekeeper.

"Don't worry, things are going smoothly ahead! Do you have any clues?" Qin Zhao asked Luo Ning.

Luo Ning pointed to nine people: "There is suspicion!"

Song Qingsong acted as the recorder, and Luo Ning began to question:
"Tell me where you were and what you did just now?"

The first one came out: "I was here just now, and I brought the props used by Li Ling here..."

The second one continued: "From the front desk..."

After all nine people had finished speaking, Luo Ning discovered that there were actually only two people who had the opportunity and sufficient time to contact Feng Ling.

"Who can prove the time difference between you two?"

One of them was happy: "Sir, when I was delivering something to Feng Ling, a boy happened to come out of this room. He can prove that Feng Ling was fine when I left!"

"who is it?"

Unexpectedly, the young man looked a little annoyed at everyone, and looked a little unbelievable:
"Sir, there is indeed someone, but it doesn't seem to be them!"

The boy himself was wondering, with sweat dripping from his head. If no witnesses could be found, would he be the biggest suspect?
The boy immediately looked sad and wanted to cry but had no tears!

(End of this chapter)