Song Zhi was grateful for what Ji Yunshu had done.
He said, "Young Master, if I can clear my name this time, you will be my benefactor for the rest of my life. Even if I have to go through water and tread on fire for the rest of my life, I will repay you."
"Young Master Song is too serious. This case involves a human life. No matter who it is, they will help."
"But no matter what, Young Master is my benefactor." Song Zhi cupped his hands and bowed to her.
Ji Yunshu immediately returned the gesture, "Young Master Song, I won't bother you anymore."
Ji Yunshu turned and left the prison.
Song Zhi could only send her off.
Then, he returned to the place where he had been sitting and looked at the line of words he had written on the ground. He sighed.
Then, he tidied up his wrinkled clothes.
He sat down!
Then, he picked up the wet withered grass and wrote on the ground.
Stroke by stroke.
What did he write?
But after he finished writing, he looked up at the window in front of him and couldn't help but smile.
He said, "A scholar is a useless scholar!"
It was this sentence again.
Five years ago, he gave up writing poems and became a storyteller. In fact, he was also bitter!
No one knew what he had experienced five years ago.
Now, as long as he closed his eyes, he felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.
…
The Zhao Troupe.
Troupe Leader Tao had returned from the yamen, but he had been locking himself in his room ever since.
At this time, the sky was already dark.
The Zhao Troupe's theater was full of lanterns.
Usually, this was the busiest time in the theater. People crowded together to watch the play 'Ghost Lady Buries her Husband'.
But now …
Because of the White Bones Case, everyone in the Zhao Family Squad had stopped working.
Not a single person bought tickets to watch the play.
The previously popular 'Ghost Lady Buries her Husband' was almost always full. Some people even spent a lot of money to get a ticket.
At that time, the black market had risen to several taels of silver.
It was really terrifying.
But now, it was deserted!
There was only a gust of wind!
The Zhao Troupe sat lazily and dejectedly on the stage and in the area where they were watching the play.
All of them sighed!
A few girls sat together and complained, "Sigh, how could this happen?"
The woman in white said, "What can we do? We just had to encounter such a disaster. I don't know if God is blind or not? "
The woman in red said, "Now that someone has died, and it's a horrifying murder case, no one will come to watch the show. Even if we beg them to watch, no one will be willing to."
The green-clothed girl on the side tugged at the sleeve of the red-clothed girl next to her in fear and said, "Don't talk about it anymore. I've been having nightmares for the past two days. I keep dreaming that Wang Jun is standing on the stage and singing while covered in blood. I've been scared awake a few times."
The red-clothed woman shook her off. "No matter how afraid you are, are you as afraid as Sister Xiaoqu? She was the one who first saw the white bones buried in the soil. She even touched the human finger with her own hands. She was scared out of her wits on the spot. She's still lying in bed now. I don't know how long it'll take for her to recover. " A burly man at another table added, "Poor Little Qu. If it were us men, we would be scared half to death, let alone a girl like Little Qu. Usually, she doesn't even dare to catch a mouse." After saying that, he turned to the man opposite him and asked, "Oh right, Old Gao.
When Song Zhi came that day, weren't you the one who saw him first? I saw the two of you talking. Didn't you notice anything wrong at the time? "
The man who was called Old Gao was called Gao Dali. He had been acting as a clown in the Zhao family for almost ten years.
That day, he was also the one who told Song Zhi that Wang Jun was missing. Gao Dali frowned and sighed. "How could I have noticed so much at the time? Mr. Song said he was looking for Wang Jun. I asked him what he wanted, and he said it was a small matter! I told him that Wang Jun wasn't there. But … he was indeed holding a bag at the time. It was as if he was afraid that I would see it. He even deliberately hid it behind me.
After hiding it for a while, I didn't ask anymore because I still had something to do, so I left. "
A tall man at the table behind him chimed in, "From what I see, that bag is full of bones."
Gao Dali said, "I'm not sure!"
"You're such an honest man. If it were me, I would have definitely asked him." The man had one foot on the stool and the other hand was holding a handful of melon seeds. He suddenly noticed Gao Dali's hand and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"
Both of Lord Gao's wrists were wrapped in white bandages. Previously, they were hidden in his sleeves and couldn't be seen. Now that his hands were resting on the table, they were exposed.
He sighed and pulled up his sleeves to cover them. "What else could it be? It's just a strain from practicing martial arts these days."
The so-called training was, in fact, a rehearsal! The man eating melon seeds said, "Now that you mention it, I also feel my neck aching. You see, we've put in a lot of effort for this show. We've worked so hard, but now it's all gone to waste! We don't know if the Zhao family class can continue in the future. It's all that Song Zhi's fault. If it weren't for him, there wouldn't be so many problems.
Look, now the class leader is sick from anger. He's lying in bed the moment he comes back from the yamen. "
Thereupon —
Someone asked, "So, you really believe that Mr. Song killed him?"
"It must be! He usually looks like a scholar. I didn't expect him to be so vicious. "
At this time —
A sharp voice came from the back of the stage and said, "I think that Mister Song had already planned this. He deliberately wrote this play and then deliberately wanted to kill Wang Jun."
The person who came out was none other than the young man who replaced Wang Jun, Zhang Xiaobai.
This person was more delicate than a woman.
His skin was so tender that it seemed like water could be squeezed out of it. His face was also smeared with blush and lipstick. He looked very enchanting.
Moreover, his body was graceful, and he walked much more coquettishly than a woman.
Those who didn't know better would really think that he was a woman!
Moreover, he had a good voice. It was precisely because of this that the class leader wanted to use him to replace Wang Jun, who was already thirty.
He walked over while twisting his waist.
Someone said to him, "But Zhang Xiaobai, that Wang Jun and Mr. Song don't know each other."
"Do we have to announce to the world whether they know each other or not?" Zhang Xiaobai said.
"By the way, it is said that Mr. Ji, who was invited by the yamen, is a godly person. He can touch bones and solve cases. It only took him two days to reveal the identity of the white bones. He also analyzed that the murderer had a grudge against Wang Jun. Even if Song Zhi and Wang Jun knew each other, with Song Zhi's temperament, how would he dare to kill!"
Zhang Xiaobai snorted, "According to what you said, you don't think Song Zhi is the murderer at all?"
"I'm not sure."
Zhang Xiaobai turned around and sat on a chair at the side. He tidied up his clean robe and crossed his legs.
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