Cheng Xiang pondered for a moment and then came up with a good idea. He quickly changed his police uniform with the officer's official uniform, moved the officer's body behind the table to block it, and walked behind the door to listen.

There was no movement outside, so he unbolted the door, opened it a crack, looked at no one outside, poked his head out, and shouted loudly: "Hey! Waiter! Waiter!"

Someone downstairs shouted loudly: "Here we come!" Then he heard the knocking sound on the stairs, and he quickly closed the door. Hearing the footsteps, he came to the door, knocked on it, and called out: "Master!"

Are you okay?"

The voice was a little impatient, which made him wonder why the waiter in the shop was talking to the official like this? He snorted and said: "Get me a basin of hot water and find a razor!"

"Oh!" The waiter agreed and turned to leave. After thinking about it, he came back and said, "Razor? We don't have razors here!"

"Go find one!"

"Where can I find this nonsense? This stuff can only be found in temples!"

That's right, it's not like you traveled back in time to the braid dynasty and you need to shave your yin and yang heads. Except for monks and nuns, everyone in the Song Dynasty kept their hair and beards. It's useless to have a razor, but it's not only available in temples.

He changed his words: "Then find me a pair of scissors!"

"Okay!" the waiter muttered in a low voice, "I can't even afford the rent, and there are so many problems!" Then he left.

Although the waiter's words were soft, Leng Yi still heard them and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. The county magistrate had no money to pay the rent? Isn't there a small box full of silver ingots in the box?

Soon, the waiter came up with a basin of water and a pair of scissors, and lazily said at the door: "Here they are, open the door!"

"Just leave it at the door!"

Boom! The waiter placed a basin of water heavily on the floor outside the door, threw the scissors into the basin, turned around and left.

When Leng Yi heard that there was no sound outside, he opened the door gently and brought in a basin of water and scissors. He fastened the door again, then cut off the corpse's hair on the floor, and then cut off his own hair.

Everything is scattered.

Then, he opened the window and took a look. The backyard was still quiet in the cold winter, and no one could be seen.

He tied the official with a belt and hung him from the window. Then he went down, carried the body on his back, took the belt to the wall, climbed up first, then pulled the body up and placed it on the wall.

Then he jumped off the wall and looked left and right. No one was there. He carried the body to a crooked tree in the corner of a dark house not far away.

He grabbed a handful of dirt, smeared the corpse's face into a mess, punched the corpse's face a few times, and disfigured the face. He checked again that there was no one around, and then he flew his belt over a leaning branch and looked for it.

He picked up a stone, stepped on it, tied the belt with a knot at the height of the official's neck, then picked up the body, put his head in it, put it down gently, and then looked at the overlap between the original strangulation marks and the belt.

Then kick the stone away.

This place is very hidden, so you can't see it unless you're up close. Plus, it's a cold winter night, so no one will probably notice it if you hang out all night.

Looking at the corpse, he clasped his hands and murmured a prayer in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I offended, but I have no choice but to treat you like this. - Don't worry! I swear to you, if I take your place, I will finish it off for you."

I will take good care of your relatives in the rest of my life and fulfill my filial piety and responsibility for you. Please protect me with your spirit in heaven!"

After saying that, he bowed respectfully.

Looking around for no one, he ducked to the place where he first squatted, climbed up a big tree on the side of the road, and took out a suitcase from a large bird's nest near the treetop. This was what he had brought with him when he crossed over.

, he hid here when he was preparing to steal clothes. He carried his suitcase and went down the tree, climbed over the wall and returned to the inn.

He stood by the window and looked back at the place where the body was hung. In the dark night, it was too hazy to see anything, so he safely closed the window.

He put the box under the bed, walked behind the door, unbolted the door, returned to the table, looked at the hair on the ground, put his fingers into the teacup to wet it, and wiped it at the corners of his eyes.

Oh, he burst into tears at the top of his lungs.

The cry was really earth-shattering. Although it was thundering but not raining, the sadness of the cry moved even him. He never thought that he had such talent for acting.

Soon, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man rushed in. When he saw Leng Yi, his face showed an expression of shock and disbelief, as if he had seen the most unbelievable thing in the world. Although this

The expression only lasted for a moment, but Leng Yi saw it because he needed to pay attention to everyone's reaction to the magistrate he pretended to be.

Could this middle-aged man's expression mean that he had failed in his pretense? Leng Yi's heart skipped a beat.

Immediately afterwards, another person came in, but it was the old man who he had seen accompanying the magistrate from the window. As soon as the old man entered the door, he saw Leng Yi holding a pair of scissors in his hand, and he was cutting his hair, and the head

Her hair has been cut into a bald tail like a quail.

The old man couldn't help being shocked, and hurriedly came up, snatched the scissors from his hand, and stamped his feet: "Dong Weng! What are you doing!"

Leng Yi glanced at him and saw in the old man's eyes that he was surprised because he had cut his hair, but there was no confusion or even fear due to his appearance. A big stone suddenly dropped in his heart. It seemed that he had succeeded in pretending, even this

No one who was around the magistrate just now noticed anything wrong.

But why did the middle-aged man who rushed in first look at him in such amazement? Did he see some flaw? Leng Yi hurriedly looked at the door. At this time, several more tourists came to watch the fun.

The middle-aged man who came first disappeared.

Leng Yi didn't dare to look around, so he could only pretend to be sad and lowered his head to wipe away his tears. He first looked at the movement, at least the old man who followed the magistrate didn't see any flaws. Now it was time to see if there was something wrong with his voice. He just lowered his head and wiped his eyes.

Weeping, it was not until the innkeeper, waiter, and some tourists came over to watch the fun, then he raised his head and let out a long sigh, saying: "I, Leng, have lived in vain for more than twenty years, and unexpectedly..., alas!"

The old man said: "Why is Dong Weng doing this?! It's just a temporary misfortune."

Hearing that the old man didn't look doubtful after listening to his own voice, Leng Yi felt relieved again. His voice seemed to be not much different from that of the magistrate. He couldn't help but let out another long sigh: "Oh! It's not just a temporary failure. Thinking about it,

It's better to go and become a monk and convert to Buddhism!

The old man hurriedly said: "That's wrong. There is still a grace period of three days in our case. The case may not be unsolvable! Besides, even if it cannot be solved, it will only be dismissed and returned home, and it will not become a monk.

ah!"

Solve the case? Leng Yi thought, this is his specialty! There are still three days to solve the case? Although it is short, it is not completely impossible. It depends on how the case goes.

The waiter who brought him something earlier had a horse-faced face and whispered to the innkeeper and the busy people around him: "No wonder he asked me to help him find a razor for shaving his head earlier. I was still wondering, how can he be so good?

Why do you want this thing, but it turns out that you want to become a monk!"

A waiter said: "If you want to become a monk, you should also ask the abbot of the temple to be tonsured. Why do you have such a messy haircut?"

The innkeeper scolded: "What do you know? This is called cutting one's mind! It means you have already made up your mind to become a monk."

The horse-faced waiter whispered to the shopkeeper: "We can't control whether he leaves home or not. In the past few months, he has owed us so much rent and food, but we have to let him settle it first, otherwise, he will be six.

If we are clean, we will lose all our money!"

The shopkeeper nodded, thinking about how to ask for the account.

The old man then advised Leng Yi: "Dong Weng, you can't understand it. You are now a parent official and a seventh-grade county magistrate. It took many years of hard study and hard work to get to this point. How can you do this?

With a flick of your hands, you are going to become a monk. What do you want your parents in your hometown to think? Your married wife is still eagerly waiting for you to go back in the Yamen! You don’t know how sad they will be when you become a monk with a slap on your butt.

!”

Parents? Wife?

This county magistrate has his parents in his hometown and his married wife in the county government office? It is easy to lie to others. If you want to fool your parents and this married wife who is sleeping with you, it will be very difficult. Your parents are in your hometown, and it is not right in front of you.

Question, how can you deceive this married wife? Leng Yi felt a little worried.
Chapter completed!