Until dusk fell, the official who kept the treasury knocked on the door and window impatiently: "It's locked, it's locked. Please be early tomorrow."

Zhang Yuan flipped through the pages quickly and kept saying, "Come on, come on." Until he was dragged out by the clerk's sleeves and left with his shoulders hunched amidst the scoldings.

The lights were already lit on the street, people were returning home in a hurry, guests in restaurants and tea shops were laughing and singing, and even musicians and actresses were singing. Zhang Yuan walked through the hustle and bustle and came to a remote alley in the north of the city. The houses in the alley were short and there were no lights.

I heard footsteps and a voice in the darkness called "Boss?"

Zhang Yuan looked forward and saw someone squatting on the ground in front of a house. He stood up as he spoke.

"Shuanzi, why are you here?" Zhang Yuan opened the door and walked in, lighting the oil lamp in the room, and looked at the person who came in. He was a former subordinate of Zai Jingzhao Mansion, "I told you not to call me boss.

"

Shuanzi smiled and put a food box on the table: "My mother steamed the meat cakes and asked me to bring them to you to try. She said that you like her steamed cakes the best."

"Thank you, Auntie." Zhang Yuan said without being polite, he opened the food box and took out the steamed cake.

"It's cold..." Shuanzi was about to say, but seeing that Zhang Yuan was already wolfing down the food, he swallowed back his hot words.

Under the oil lamp, the man ate with oil residue all over his face. He ate five of them in one go and choked and burped.

Shuan Zi hurriedly picked up the teapot, but found that the teapot was empty. Zhang Yuan had already rushed to the water vat to scoop up some cold water and drank it. Half a ladle down, he finally took a breath, rubbed his belly and stood up straight.

Shuanzi looked at it with a complicated expression: "Boss, how are you living your life..."

It’s true that people are not like humans and ghosts are not like ghosts.

"None of this is important." Zhang Yuan waved his hand and said with excitement on his face, "The case of the ground dragon killing Liu Xiucai has finally made progress."

Shuanzi was stunned for a moment. He couldn't remember what Ground Dragon and Liu Xiucai were for a moment. When he remembered it, his expression was very complicated. It felt like it happened in a previous life.

"Boss," he said, "you haven't given up yet?"

"What are you giving up?" Zhang Yuan said with a smile, "The murderer of the case in my hands has not yet been brought to justice. I will never give up. Don't talk about it."

He swallowed the steamed cake.

"I have been able to confirm that the thief who robbed the Ground Dragon is in the capital. Since I discovered the sword mark on the city wall, I have walked the original escort route and questioned the people along the way, especially those who passed before and after me.

, and found that there is an identity that appears in both."

Shuanzi asked curiously: "What is your identity?"

Zhang Yuan looked at him: "Woman, Xiu Niang."

Xiu Niang? Shuanzi was stunned for a moment.

"Do you still remember the injuries that Zhao Wu suffered when he robbed the Ground Dragon?"

Zhang Yuan continued, reaching out and pressing his eyelids.

"The eyes are sewn shut. Sewing is exactly what embroidery ladies know how to do."

Shuanzi looked a little hesitant: "But people with high martial arts skills can use flowers, leaves, needles and threads as weapons."

To say that this thief is an embroiderer is a bit far-fetched.

As for the people passing by along the way, there are many embroiderers in the world, and it’s not like they don’t leave the front door and don’t take another step. It’s very common to walk on the road.

He looked at Zhang Yuan with some sympathy in his eyes. The boss was so obsessed that he was a bit crazy.

Zhang Yuan didn't care about his eyes.

"I know what I'm saying sounds ridiculous."

He looked excited.

"But her sword marks appeared outside the capital again."

"I have already found out from Jingzhao Mansion that there is an embroiderer from her hometown. She appeared when I asked questions along the way."

He took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and slapped it on the table.

Shuanzi looked through the oil lamp and saw that there were many names written on the paper. The lines were messy, but one of the names was heavily circled.

Chenzhou Xucheng, Xiu Niang Qixing.
Chapter completed!