Waste phase tracking handwriting

Chapter 59 Qiu Yao’s concubine
The next day, he took the painting and after testing the toxicity, Ji Pu hid the painting privately.

Just as he was about to take her home, he was riding on the horse and looking at the cold-faced woman on the swing, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

Halfway through the journey, a horse suddenly rushed out and blocked his way.

Seeing that they were colleagues, they greeted each other.

The colleague said, "Master Song's concubine is dead. He committed suicide out of fear of crime."

Ji Pu hurried to the Song Mansion. If the cause of Master Song's death was found out, there might also be clues about Master Xue's death. After all, the two men were poisoned by the same poison.

The painting is non-toxic, so it can be largely ruled out that it was the work of the painter. Even if Song and Xue met at the Danqing Hand, it was just a coincidence.

The two of them rode towards the Song Mansion, and their colleague accidentally said, "Master Shen is here too."

He was stunned for a moment and seemed not to hear clearly. He asked more, "Is he there too?"

Colleagues didn't know if he had heard about it, so they hesitated.

After Mr. Xue's death, there was no backbone in the house. In addition, Mr. Xue loved all kinds of treasures. After his death, his wife discovered that they were all fakes and few of them were genuine. She hurriedly tried to take action, but in the end she didn't even have a hundred taels of silver. Sell.

There is nothing that can be done about Mr. Xue’s death.

Mrs. Xue took her young son to see her husband's former colleagues and went from house to house to pray.

After asking for help from the Shen family, Shen Sang originally didn't care about the matter. Later, for some reason, he took the initiative to go to the Xue family and wrote 200 taels of silver on the note as a favor. Mrs. Xue took the note and went to the Shen family. I asked for a sum of money to take care of the funeral arrangements and support my parents-in-law and children.

Colleagues said to Ji Pu, "Although General Shen is no longer in the court, he is still warm-hearted."

Ji Pu listened but said nothing.

Passing by a pit where fallen leaves were burned, he threw the scroll in his hand without even looking at it, and it landed right in the fire. The flames turned up and devoured the scroll.

Colleagues were puzzled as to how they could throw away the paintings that they had just treasured and looked so bad in the blink of an eye.

"Why was that painting lost?"

Ji Pu said, "It's nothing, the painting is not good."

It’s not that the painting is bad, it’s that it’s too good.It was so good that he was confused and wanted to treasure it.

But where should he put it? Everywhere around him, there are people of his brother, and his eyes are fixed on him.

He couldn't bear Shen Sang's attack on Gou Yue. If Lian Yu's tragedy happened to Gou Yue, he would never be able to forgive himself for his incompetence in this life.

If you can't hold it, throw it away.

The two of them worked hard and never mentioned the matter again.

Qiu Yao, the concubine of the Song family, left a letter of confession. The letter clearly stated the method of poisoning Xue and Song. As for the reason, the concubine said that it was because the mistress was unkind and the master was unfair.

This reason is not enough to convince Ji Pu.

He slowly opened the white cloth.

The face underneath made him open his eyes suddenly.

He knew this woman.

To be exact, he saw her yesterday.

Ji Pu didn't stay long beside the body. Wu Zuo was busy working in the house and walked out of the door.

Sure enough, not long after, I saw the little girl coming from the backyard crying.

She cried and wanted to run in, but was stopped by Song Bo's wife.

The servants tied up the crying girl and stuffed rags into her mouth.

Poor little girl, yesterday she was the treasure in her mother's palm, but today she is being abused like this.

She cried until her eyes were red. Ji Pu couldn't bear it and asked people to let her go.

Mrs. Song bowed and said, "She is a cruel girl, be careful not to get bitten."

Ji Pu said innocently, "Is she the child of Qiu Yao's concubine?"

"Exactly." Mrs. Song said.

Ji Pu couldn't understand why the concubine did such a stupid thing. If she died, the girl would definitely have a very difficult life from now on.

He leaned forward and wiped the girl's tears, "Don't cry. You can take a look at the door after the examination is done."

She cried until her voice became hoarse. She grabbed Ji Pu's hand and kept thanking him, and kowtowed in front of him.

He begged, "My mother is kind-hearted and would not kill my father. I beg you to find out the truth."

Mrs. Song pulled her away, pointed at her nose and cursed, "Not only did you seduce the Lord like a vixen like your miserable mother, but now you have killed the Lord. She herself admitted her crime, you I still need to unblock her!"

The girl stared at her fiercely, "Can't the confession be fake? Find a gentleman who can imitate human handwriting. He can imitate every stroke."

Mrs. Song has always known that she has a sharp tongue, but she can no longer control it now. The master is dead and Qiu Yao is no longer here. From now on, she will decide her life and death.

"You just need to wait for the adults in the Taiwan Courtyard to find out the truth. What kind of enemy are you seeking here?" Mrs. Song said with a smile.

Ji Pu had no intention of interfering in other people's inner affairs and stood outside the door waiting for news.

After a while, Wu came up and handed him a few pieces of paper.

"So, my mother wasn't hanged, was she? Someone must have poisoned her or forced her to hang, right?"

Ji Pu shook his head, "Now we can only see that she did hang herself and there was no sign of poisoning."

The girl refused and said, "How could it be possible? Please check again."

Her tears were about to fall again. Women are made of water. Jin Ge was right.

With such a round chin and Xingzi's eyes, I wonder if Gou Yue was as cute as she was when she was so young.

Ji Pu came to his senses and asked, "Why do you insist that your mother will not commit suicide?"

After a long silence, there was a firm voice, "My mother loves me. I am her most precious thing in this world, and she is not willing to leave me behind."

After hearing this, Ji Pu felt a little moved in his heart.

"Then, now that your mother is gone, you should take good care of yourself and not let your mother's spirit in heaven worry about you."

Before leaving, he gave Mrs. Song some instructions.

He just hopes to feel a little more at ease by doing this. There are too many people living in hardship in the world, and he doesn't want one more person to live in it.

Ji Pu got on his horse and heard his brother's voice in the carriage.

He said, "It's windy. Come ride with me."

Ji Pu did not answer, but turned to the coachman and said, "Send brother back home. I have to rush back to the Taiwan Court to investigate the case."

The coachman did not dare to drive hastily, and stood in a stalemate outside the Song Mansion. In the front was Young Master Ji, and in the back was General Shen.

He was so anxious that his head was sweating, and he said to Ji Pu, "Young master, why don't you come up first?"

Naturally, he did not dare to persuade Shen Sang.

During these days, everyone in the house knew that his temper was getting worse and worse.

Ji Pu drove his horse and took two steps, but he hadn't gone far yet.

A white jade ring flew out of the car and hit him on the back.

A mere finger pull pushed him off the horse.

This is just a warning from him.

Ji Pu was lying on the snow, his back was so painful that he couldn't straighten up. He wanted to use his luck to hold on, but he heard the person in the carriage say, "If you don't be honest, I will tell you that you will never stand up."

Shen Sang seldom beat him. He was naughty when he was a child, and Shen Sang told him not to run around. It rained heavily in the mountains, but he insisted on going out to play with his brothers, but everyone else came back.

He was the only one who could not find a way out of the mountain.When Shen Sang found him, before he could say pitifully that he was injured, Shen Sang slapped him to the ground.

He remembered that Shen Sang said, "Next time you dare to run around, I will break your legs!" That was the first time he hit him. After so many years, he had only really hurt him a handful of times, ten times in a row. When I fought with him when I was four or five years old, he kept his strength and didn't ask him to punch him very much.

Ji Pu suddenly felt extremely humiliated, being threatened by him like this at the door of the Song Mansion, and for a moment it seemed that he was still the child who could only be manipulated by him.

He lost his temper and refused to obey.The people in the carriage were really angry this time, but they still never took a step out of the carriage.

This time it was a real ruthless move.

I saw a transparent glass ball, as big as a thumb, with a silver thread tied behind it, flying out from the car curtain.

Such a small glass ball hit him in the back, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to even stand up.

He was shaking uncontrollably, and his body felt like chaff from the pain.

"Climb back." Shen Sang said.

He just wants to break his spine and make him always shorter than him.

He wanted him to be humble forever and not dare to disobey.

He wants him to be a slave for life and have no freedom.

Ji Pu tightened his grip on his robe and stood up from the ground staggeringly.

When he got into the carriage, he shook off the muddy water from his clothes and slowly straightened his back. The pain made him unable to relax his brows.

After getting on the carriage, there was a man and a cat in the carriage.

The cat was lying in his arms, and he was playing with a glass ball in his hand, which was the gadget he had just used to teach him.

"Finger snap." Shen Sang said.

Ji Pu stretched out his fingers, and the ring finger lay in his hand.

Shen Sang stretched out his hand.

After wiping off the slush, he put it on his right thumb.

Shen Sang knew that he was struggling. The closer he got, the harder he struggled. But now that he has grown up, he knows how to hide his hatred.

He started to hate him, funny.

Just because of a dead whore.

"Brother asked me to get in the carriage, what's the matter?" Ji Pu didn't look at him, as if this way he could hide his anger.

Chen Sang smiled helplessly.

"Is the case going to be closed?"

The carriage went all the way to Shen's house.

Ji Pu said, "We haven't found out yet, so naturally we can't settle it."

"The murderer has confessed before the law, what else needs to be investigated?" Shen Sang said, stroking the smooth fur of the civet cat in his arms.

"The motive, at least we need to know why she killed her husband. Also, she said in the letter that Mr. Xue accidentally ate the cake she gave to Song Bo. These arguments are really reluctant."

Shen Sang opened the car curtain and happened to pass by the buried mound, and said, "You burned that painting?"

Ji Pu didn't expect that he even knew such a small thing.

Then I thought about the person who was traveling with me just now. If Shen Sang asked him, I think he would definitely know everything.

He didn't know how to answer for a moment.

The answer is wrong.

"Is the painting good?"

Chen Sang leaned against the car window, her broad sleeves filled with wind, and the white jade in her hair was cold, "Why don't you answer?"

Ji Pu seems to be placed on ice, and he will fall into it if he takes one step.

"What do you want to hear, brother?"

Chen Sang turned around. The cool breeze made the cat reluctant to stay in his lap, and jumped to Ji Pu's side.

"Does Wen Yuanzhi know that you are in a painting with her?"

Ji Pu said, "I don't know. If she had said it, Mr. Wen would have known about it."

He looked at his brother's expression as he spoke. Over the years, when he was good-tempered, he was the same as his brother from the ordinary family. But when he got angry, he would not show any evil intentions. He was just like the Bodhisattva enshrined on the shore, unstained by dust and very alienated. , in this kind of alienation, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, it can make people know what Shura is in an instant.

Shen Sang said calmly, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will deal with her?"

"She belongs to Wen Yuanzhi, don't think about it."

"I didn't!" I don't know whether Ji Pu said it to himself or to the person in front of him, as if this could stop the thoughts in his mind.

"Do you think he is a kind person? He has some skills, so I asked you to go over and learn from him. When you first entered the Taiwan Institute, you have never tried a case or investigated those mysterious cases. He started from your position. Walking up step by step, he knows the way inside the Taiyuan Hall better than anyone else. If one day you make him unhappy, no one will tell me when he will kill you. "

Ji Pu said, "Master Wen doesn't know how. He cares about the people and is a good official."

He couldn't bear to hear Ji Pu's childlike words, "A good official?"

"You have not seen him with your own eyes controlling floods in Ruyin, eating and living with the local people, being exposed to the scorching sun, and measuring the topography of the river in strong winds and rains."

"That's enough." Shen Sang thought he was stupid, but never thought he was so stupid.

This was a child he had raised with his own hands, and he didn't even have a cent of the city. How could he let him go and have a break?

"Do you know why I told you not to investigate further?"

Ji Pu said, "Because of His Majesty and the Taiwan Academy? They want to finalize the decision before the year, but they can't delay it any longer."

Shen Sang asked, "Who are those veterans from the Taiwan Academy?"

Ji Pu didn't understand, "If you didn't urge me to close the case, why didn't you let me continue the investigation?"

Shen Sang tapped his forehead, "Do you have straw in your head every day?"

"What did you see in Dan Qingshou?"

Ji Pu said, "Qiu Yao and her daughter."

"What else?"

"Painting hands."

"Except for the painting hand." He was always very patient when telling him important things.

"Hooking the moon."

"I know, what else?"

Ji Pu only remembered it after he reminded him, "A painting."

"Can Danqingshou tell you the owner of that painting?"

Ji Pu realized later that "it was Wen Yuan who did it."

How come his paintings appeared in Dan Qingshou's place, and Qiu Yao and her daughter were also there.

"I told you, if there are too many coincidences, they won't be coincidences anymore."

Ji Pu was puzzled, "What does brother want to say?"

"Wen Yuanzhi is extremely cautious in his work, but he knew that you were checking whether Dan Qing Shou was related to the murder, and he left the painting in Dan Qing Shou's house. Don't you think it's strange?"

"Maybe it's just a coincidence. Dan Qingshou also said that the painting has been at his place for three months."

Chen Sang thought for a moment, maybe he shouldn't blame him for being stupid. He had no idea what happened back then, so naturally he wouldn't think of what happened today.

"How could he not predict that the painting hand would be related to the murder three months later?" Ji Pu explained for him.

"Forget it, go and investigate, and I will lend you my men. Even if you find out, what will happen? Even if you refuse to let this case pass, His Majesty will end it and let the dust settle."

Ji Pu couldn't understand, "What do you mean, brother?"

"Go and check it out. Maybe then you will know who Wen Yuanzhi is."

The cool breeze ruffled Shen Sang's hair, so he closed the window and said no more.

(End of this chapter)