As soon as Qian Wende left Tao Yiju, he saw people from Dali Temple passing by in a hurry. They held the old beggar's portrait in their hands and ran towards the notice wall at the city gate.

Normally, he would not join in the fun of this kind of thing, but for some reason today, he always felt a little uneasy, especially after seeing Cheng Tianli go upstairs and never come back down again, his eyelids kept twitching.

Somehow, his feet followed him involuntarily.

The imperial list is still posted on the notice wall.

The portrait above is what Li Feibai looked like before he changed his face. The content of the imperial list probably said that whoever can catch the "White Tiger", life or death, David is willing to trade six cities for it.

It is a pity that no one has unveiled the imperial list since it was released, but it has become a special scenery at the gate of the city.

"Get out of the way." The director of Dali Temple shouted back at the people who were blocking the notice wall.

Then, he pasted the portrait of the old beggar’s corpse and said loudly:

"If anyone knows about this person, please go to Dali Temple and tell them. If the situation is true, I will reward you with a hundred taels of silver."

After saying that, he left with the people from Dali Temple.

The crowd of onlookers immediately blocked the notice wall and started pointing, fearing that if they fell behind, they would lose the reward.

"This man... looks familiar to me." A young man in fine clothes said.

"Do you know who this person is?" the person next to him asked.

"I must have seen it before, but I forgot where." The young man hit his head.

"No, you don't look like someone who is short of these one hundred taels. The reward list says that this person should be a beggar. How could a noble man like you know him?" One person thought that this young man wanted to beg for that money.

Rewarding money, deliberately doing so.

"A beggar?" The young man suddenly raised his head: "By the way, it's that beggar!"

"Which beggar is that?" The person next to him didn't seem to believe that he could know this person.

Such is the nature of human beings, they hope that others will not be able to benefit from benefits that they cannot reach.

The young man ignored him at all, pushed aside the crowd, and ran towards Dali Temple.

Qian Wende, who was watching from behind the crowd, turned pale and his palms were sweating. He turned around and quickly ran back to Qian's house.

"Where is the master?"

As soon as he returned to the mansion, Qian Wende saw the first servant and asked.

"Go back to the manager. I just came back from the meeting. I must be in the study."

He immediately strode towards the study.

"Uncle, is uncle here?" Qian Wende knocked on the door of the study.

"Come in." Qian Liangye's voice came from inside.

Pushing the door open, Qian Wende walked in and closed the door again with his backhand.

"Wende, why is it so mysterious?" Qian Liangye saw this and asked.

"Uncle, the body... was found by people from Dali Temple!" Qian Wende lowered his voice.

"Oh?" Qian Liangye raised his head and replied noncommittally: "Did you really find it?"

Hearing this, Qian Wende was stunned and said: "Uncle, do you know they are looking for corpses?"

"How could those stupid donkeys, who are not from Dali Temple, go looking for a beggar's corpse for no reason and eat enough to survive?" Qian Liangye replied with a smile.

"Who's looking for that?"

"People from Prince Qi's Mansion."

"King Qi?" Qian Wende was shocked.

"Yes, everyone knows that I am on the side of King Zhao, and they want to bring me down." Qian Liangye sneered.

"Then uncle...can you still sit still?" Qian Wende was very puzzled.

"Why are you panicking? They have no evidence, so what if they find the body?" Qian Liangye sat down, spread out a piece of paper, and prepared to practice calligraphy.

If he had heard this sentence before this morning, Qian Wende would have believed it, but now, he felt very panicked.

"Uncle, I saw Cheng Tianli this morning."

"So what?" Qian Liangye asked casually without raising his head.

"He also went to Tao Yiju. After I saw a servant saying a few words to him, he went up to the second floor. When I left, he had not come down yet." Qian Wende looked very worried.

After hearing this, Qian Liangye finally stopped what he was doing and asked, "How long did it take from the time he went upstairs to the time you left?"

"There's only one or two hours here."

"So long?" Qian Liangye pondered slightly: "Why is he going upstairs?"

"This is what worries me. If he betrays us, then wouldn't we..." When Qian Wende said this, a chill ran down his back.

"Don't worry, this man is lustful. Tao Yiju was renovated from Zuihong Mansion, and there are still many prostitutes from that time in it. It's not necessarily a certain girl that he just fell in love with."

Qian Wende was still worried and continued: "Uncle, but if he really betrays us, what should we do?"

Tapping his fingers on the desk, Qian Liangye frowned in thought.

"If he really exposes the matter, then we will refuse to admit it until death. No one can do anything to us."

Qian Wende was silent. Although he always felt something was wrong in his heart, it seemed that this was the only way at the moment.

Dali Temple.

Chen Gongzhi was listening to Wu Zuo's report.

"Two of the deceased's sternum was broken on the right side, but the ribs were not inserted into the organs. It was not a fatal injury. The real cause of death was the bruise on his left side."

Chen Gongzhi walked to the body, stretched out his index finger and thumb, and marked the scar.

"This is a fist seal!" He immediately judged.

"Your Excellency is wise, the murderer's punch shattered the left side of the deceased's sternum and shattered his heart, so this is where the fatal injury occurred."

It is worthy of being the masterpiece of Dali Temple, and its autopsy technique is no less than that of Fang Shengshou.

Of course, the above conclusion was reached only after he dissected the body. Fang Shengshou did not dissect the body, so he did not easily say which part was the fatal injury. This was also due to his cautious practice of medicine.

"What is this?" Chen Gongzhi asked, pointing to the fingerprint.

"My lord, after our investigation, we guess that the small square mark was caused by a wrench on the murderer's index finger."

"Finger pull?" Chen Gongzhi observed carefully and kept nodding.

He still has great trust in the autopsy technology of Dali Temple.

"What about the time of death?" Chen Gongzhi continued to ask.

"Based on recent weather conditions and the degree of decomposition of the body, we speculate that the person died between ten and fifteen days."

"Can you be more precise?"

Wu Zuo looked embarrassed and said: "Sir, the deceased has been dead for many days. Many factors can affect the estimation of the time of death. I dare not speak nonsense."

"You can tell me what's on your mind, but it won't be included in the file, and I won't blame you if I say something wrong."

Chen Gongzhi knew that every word written by these men was equivalent to an autopsy report and was to be recorded in the file. If they made a mistake, they would be held accountable.
Chapter completed!