Bone Painting Coroner

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The man shivered and shivered.

The whole person knelt on the ground, pressed low, and dared not lift his head half an inch.

It can be seen how scared.

Jing Rong's fierce gaze looked at the man, and then at the pile of clothes again.

He asked, "Did you get the clothes that Song Zhi brought back to Wang Jun?"

Uh?

The man's hands on the ground tightened, panic and fear, and quickly said, "Yes, the clothes were stolen by me, but I just stolen the clothes. I didn't do anything else. Wang Jun wasn't killed by me."

Shake his head desperately.

Just a few words back and forth.

And this movement quickly attracted people in the troupe.

They were slightly shocked when they saw the scene before them.

Stand alone!

A kneeling!

There is a pile of very messy clothes next to it.

"This... what's going on?"

At the same time, someone recognized the person kneeling on the ground and pointed at him, "Old Joe? Why are you here? Why are you still kneeling?"

Old Joe buried his head deeper!

It seems to be recognized as shameful.

how?Could this person be in the troupe?

Jing Rong asked a man in the troupe, "Is this person in your troupe?"

The man in the troupe said, "No, he comes to deliver sweet wine soup to our corner every day."

"Sweet wine soup?"

"My son didn't know, the corners of our troupe would drink a bowl of liqueur soup before they came on stage. Because liqueur can soothe the throat, Lao Qiao is in the liqueur business and lives next door. ."

It turns out so.

Then the man asked, "Just son, what the hell is going on?"

"It's not a big deal, just someone stole something."

"Steal something?" The man immediately looked at the old Joe on the ground. "Old Joe, did you steal the thing? What... what's going on? You are honest!"

Lao Qiao swallowed and twisted, and Zhiwu Wuwu said, "I... I didn't steal anything valuable, just steal the clothes that Song Zhi returned to Wang Jun."

"You stole that clothes?"

"I stole it, but I didn't kill anyone!"

From beginning to end, no one said he killed someone!

Jing Rong figured out the identity of this person and asked him, "Why don't you steal other valuable things, but why do you want to steal those coarse clothes?"

"Because other precious little ones don't dare to steal, and... can't hold it."

"Speak clearly." Jing Rong's tone was slightly heavy.Old Joe explained to him, "Small is a moment of fascination, and my brain is gone, so I did such a stupid thing! That day, I was going to give Wang Jun a bowl of sweet wine soup, but I saw him No, I was planning to go, but I saw a burden on the table. When I was curious, I opened it and looked at it. It looked at a few clothes, not good clothes. I thought it should not be the king’s, because He usually wears very well, so... I got greedy and hid the baggage in my sweet wine basket, then slipped away quietly from the back door, as for those expensive

, Where do I dare to steal!These clothes alone have already plagued me with nightmares these days. I haven't done such things in my life."

"Then what are you doing here quietly with these clothes again?" "Because I didn't expect, because this matter actually caused Song Zhi to go to jail, maybe... he will still be killed, the small one just Greedy money, but do not want to harm others' lives! I have been having nightmares for the past few days, thinking that if Song died, I must blame, and my conscience is uneasy in my life, so... I want to take advantage of the troupe People went to the Yamen's time, and they planned to quietly return their clothes, hoping to help Song off the crime, but where did they know that the clothes hadn't been laid down, they would come back, I was planning to come back at night, but I was hit by your son Yes, everything I said

It's true, the little didn't kill!I just stole the clothes."

Old Joe's voice choked.

I was afraid to be arrested and asked to blame.

Jing Rong's sharp eyes were still puzzling, and he said solemnly, "Is this dress really stolen from the king?"

"Seriously, if there is half a lie, it will strike thunder."

In this way, Song Zhi said that it was true to return to Wang Jun that morning.

Then, he can wash away the blame!

The people in the troupe looked at each other.

"Lao Qiao! You are a honest person, how do you do this kind of person. Do you know that if the county bureau determined that Mr. Song lied, he might be beheaded."

"I know, so am I here to return the clothes?"

"Why didn't you say that?"

"I... I'm afraid!"

Until he realized that the situation was serious, he hurried over and returned the clothes.

A sentence "I'm afraid", everyone does not know what to say.

Indeed, everyone will be afraid of such a life-threatening incident, but fortunately Lao Qiao found it conscience.

But at this time-

Li Cheng, who came from the inn, has listened to all their conversations.

Come in--

"It turns out that you are the culprit." Li Cheng's high voice was very recognizable when he heard it.

Everyone looked at him together.

I saw him walking with a purple folding fan in his hand.

At first glance, that figure is a rich man.He walked straight to Jing Rong’s side, shot him, and complained, “You’re too uninteresting, you don’t tell me when you find the murderer, and you don’t tell me when you go to Yamen this morning, if Brother Bai reminds me you are here Coming, I guess I have to go to the government office

Brother?"

Not familiar with you, thank you!

Jing Rong doesn't like this piece of brown sugar.

But it is not disgusting.

It's just a little scolding Bai Yin in my heart.

He glanced at Li Cheng and didn't want to say anything.

Immediately, Li Cheng bumped into him, "Why? Feeling guilty for me? Then remember it next time, don't leave me behind, I can't help but wait for the murderer."

Clearly, he is just for fun!

Jingrong's forehead braved a black line.

Li Cheng ignored, and then pointed to the old Joe who was kneeling on the ground, "You, hurry and recruit from the real, how did you kill the king?"

On this hearing, old Joe was terrified, and he kowtowed, "I didn't kill, I just stole my clothes."

"Nonsense, the murderer must be you!"

"No, no..."

"It's you!"

Jing Rong couldn't stand it anymore, and said to Lao Qiao, "You'd better go to Yamen now to make things clear to Master Zhuo, and there must be no concealment."

Old Joe was worried, "Then... can adults condemn me?"

Jing Rong said coldly, "The crime of theft and concealment is inevitable."

Just stealing and concealing?

Old Joe was relieved.It’s not just murder.