The next day.

Chen Feng was still thinking about how to use the power of Dali Temple to investigate the time when there were about a hundred paper shops in Kyoto.

The official documents of the secondment of Chen Feng, the Soul-Ticket Office of Dali Temple, were placed on the desk of Jin Fengwei.

Seconding is natural.

Chen Feng became a member of the "Joint Investigation Team".

Chen Feng compared his suspicions and speculations with Zeng Shujia.

The two of them had a coincidence.

Two lines.

Article 1: sort out Lin Zhonghou’s interpersonal relationship network.

Article 2: Investigate paper-tied shops in Kyoto.

Both are tedious and massive work.

Chen Feng saw Zeng Shuyou's ability to make money.

Zeng Shuyou built a class room in his own manor where Lin Zhonghou was killed, and conducted dozens of trials of murder methods every day, which almost restored the real process of Lin Zhonghou being killed at that time.

As for clue collection.

Zeng Shuyou directly used the money to smash it.

Notices are posted everywhere in Kyoto, and those who provide clues will be given one or two taels of silver, regardless of whether they are true or false. After verification, there will be another 100 taels of silver.

The concept of one tael of silver is enough for ordinary people to eat and drink for several days, let alone a hundred taels.

Under the temptation of huge money, the people of Kyoto were mobilized.

Useful and useless information flew over like snowflakes.

Zeng Shuyou’s money is like splashing water.

According to his way of spending, no matter how big his family property is, he will lose all his property.

However, Zeng Shuyou looked unhappy. The people of the Zeng family were used to being unsurprising. It seemed that if the money was not spent so much, I would be sorry for the value of the Zeng family. It is worthy of being a family that monopolized the business of Dashun Money House.

This wealthy and powerful aura can not completely destroy Chen Feng.

Chen Feng cursed the stinky capitalist while asking Zhulin's friends to go out everywhere.

The little friend in Zhulin was disabled and dressed up as beggars and was hiding in the lower levels of the market. Not to mention, he actually found a lot of news.

The documentary group that sorted out information clues has been talking recently, saying that an intelligence organization called Tianji Pavilion suddenly appeared in Kyoto. The information clues provided are not only reasonable and well-founded, but also quite a lot.

Even a few days before Lin Zhonghou died, he had eaten three meals a day, went to the toilet several times at night, made a few farts, what clothes he wore, and what kind of interactions he had with people he had investigated clearly.

Moreover, their intelligence has not been at the shallow level of the perception of most people.

For example, people who usually want to get a silver reward will at most say that they have seen Lin Zhonghou go to Changcuilou to drink the day before yesterday.

At this time, the information in the hands of Zeng Shuyou and Chen Feng.

The Tianji Pavilion Club listed in detail that at noon the day before yesterday, Lin Zhonghou went out from the Lin Mansion on Zhenghe Street. He patted the butler on the shoulder at the door, saying, "I will tell the mansion not to leave any food tonight." Then he rolled up his sleeves, wiped his left middle finger and touched his right face three times. He blinked twice at the same time, and first lifted the five steps under his right foot. It took a quarter of an hour to go from Lin Mansion to Changcuilou. During this period, he spent five taels of silver to buy a pair of sterling silver rolled flower earrings and stuffed them into the right sleeve bag.

In the Tianzi Private Room on the second floor of Changcui Building, I ordered a pot of Cuihua stuffed rice, a plate of slightly spicy tendons without green onions, a plate of boiled water, a plate of cabbage with less salt, a plate of three ounces of roasted pigeon, and a plate of spicy and sour potatoes with ribbons, a plate of green and red pepper shreds.

The person who drank with him sat in the head of his left, named Kou Dou, Nian Fang, who was twenty years old, looked gentle, wore a fingertip folding fan on the right side, wearing a green shirt, with pink and purple edges in the inner pocket, and was intimate with Marquis Lin Zhonghou. During the meal, the two whispered many times, and had drunk three times with wine. Marquis Lin Zhonghou kissed Kou Dou five times, and put his left hand into her arms and never took it out.

After one hour, the two left half a quarter of an hour apart.

Lin Zhonghou returned to the Soul-Secretary Department.

Brackets (the content of the whisper is to be investigated... Kou Dou's whereabouts have no intersection with Lin Zhonghou, so I will not check it for the time being)

"Where is this Tianji Pavilion coming from? It's so detailed." Zeng Shuyou looked at the storybook and put down the information in his hand with an unfulfilled look, marveling.

Chen Feng did not expect that Tianji Pavilion, led by Ge Ailan, Yan Mubai and Zeng Heng, would summarize his life without a teacher according to his own teachings.

In just a few days, the level of detail of this information is no less than the summary of the life in the Yin-Yang Book.

What else can I come from? I guess your cousin is like you, and it’s just a waste of money to pave the way... Chen Feng complained in his heart and said, “So many clues seem to be the most useful. Marquis Lin Zhong is a family man. He met Kou Dou in Changcuilou and acted coquettishly. It seems that Kou Dou is his lover.”

"So is it possible that the death of Lin Zhonghou's enemy is a love enemy?" Zeng Shuyou drew a circle on Kou Dou's name and knocked his fingers: "Or speculate that Kou Dou is the murderer. He forced Lin Zhonghou to marry him, and he became hate because he loved and killed someone to vent his anger."

You are so rich, you should really be a director and film... Chen Feng felt Zeng's rich imagination and said according to his words: "If your speculation is reasonable, then we can boldly assume that Kou Dou must have a close relationship with the paper maker, or she is the paper maker."

Zeng Shuyou nodded in recognition and turned to the waiting Dali Temple constable, said: "Go and ask the person in charge of Tianji Pavilion, saying that I want to discuss cooperation and entrust them to investigate Kou Dou."

The constable took the order to go out, and less than half an hour later, he came back with gauze wrapped around the back of his head.

"Sir, no one is invited."

"What does it mean to not be able to invite someone? You won't bring information to the person who is sending the information?"

"Sir, the one who sent the information was a beggar. I asked, and the person said he would take the entrustment and he would be spared when he saw someone. I followed him quietly, and was confused by someone, and he was still knocked out in the uninhabited alley."

puff……

Chen Feng had just drunk the tea that he had just entered his mouth and sprayed all over the floor.

"The water is too hot, I'll take it slow." Chen Feng wiped his mouth and almost laughed out loud, thinking to himself: Xiao Sang is staring at him from behind. Not to mention you, even if you come a few first-class masters, it will be difficult to touch the headquarters of Tianji Pavilion in the bamboo forest.

However, Xiao Sang was a little too ruthless, and the gauze of the constable was dyed red.

The temperature of the tea is just right, how could it burn your mouth? Zeng Shuyou was suspicious and waved his hand to send the constable and said, "I understand, you go down to the Zeng Mansion accountant to get ten taels of medicine. Thank you for your hard work."

Ten taels?

The constable's salary was several months long.

He thanked him so much that his head no longer hurts, his eyes no longer blurred, and his legs quickly retreated. He only regretted the person who secretly attacked, why did he do so lightly?

Not long before long.

The situation about Kou Dou has been spread from scattered to everything, to real-time information, and flowing water to Zeng Shuyou and Chen Feng.

Chen Feng actually had a feeling of time and space illusion in the Zeng Mansion and watched Kou Dou's life live.

...

"The target character entered the Rouge Shop, Qingfeng retreated, Aunt Xue followed."

"Yidan's face was painted darker, and she begged for the grass at the entrance of Wuliu Lane."

"Xiongzi goes to sell candied haws and puts the target person."

"Lan'er, go sell orchids and put the little ant given by Brother Feng into the target's pocket."

"Pi Hou, you pick firewood and knock on the target person's door. This house is not Kou Dou's home. If she sneaks in, there must be a problem. You can take the opportunity to sneak in and find out the movements in the house."

"Aunt Zhen, Aunt Chun chats with neighbors around her to see if there is any deep news to dig."

Yan Mubai was responsible for the on-site promotion, Ge Ailan was responsible for the intelligence summary, Zeng Heng was responsible for the scattering of silver, Zhulin's friends and aunt were responsible for the alternation of light and dark stakes, Xiaosang, who was quietly hiding in the dark, was responsible for removing the tail, and even Liuli was assigned to the task of being responsible for the stalking.

The first large-scale commission, the members of Tianji Pavilion, attached great importance to it, and all the staff were dispatched to make a name for themselves.

"I'll send money to my house." Pi Hou was so thin that she broke three fingers with her left hand.

He shouted, carried a load of dry firewood, and knocked the door knocker in front of him.

If you sell firewood, you don’t sell it. Firewood is the sound of money. In this way, the seller will not be bombarded by the owner. Who will bombard the money? When encountering a firewood seller, even if the owner does not lack it, he will most likely buy some meaning. This is called asking money to come in and seeking good luck.

Friends who are hiding in the market are well aware of this.

"No, go and go." A crack was opened with a crack, and the person outside was clearly seen, and opened it again, and the face of an impatient middle-aged man was exposed.

"Uncle, just buy some. Look, this firewood is dry and it's dry. The kid went up the mountain to cut it. It's kept forbidden to burn and smoke." Pi Hou patted the firewood and smiled, deliberately exposing the broken finger hand to attract the attention of the middle-aged man, but his eyes were aiming in the door intentionally or unintentionally, and he could close it at the touch.

"No need, no cooking, no need." The middle-aged man pushed the monkey and subconsciously made a backhand move, raised his chin and said arrogantly: "Don't come next time, I'll catch you in the government office."

Pi Hou seemed to be frightened, with a fear on her face, and she backed back and waved her hand and said, "I won't come anymore, I will never come again."

He nodded and bowed his head, hugged the firewood and retreated. He acted as a poor and disabled child who was forced to make some money for life and was frightened by him.

Actually, there is no need to act. Just a few months ago, this is his real daily life.

Pihou keeps some of it, which means he is the true character.

The middle-aged man saw Pi Hou walking away and turned around and entered the room to cover the door.

"How is it? Do you see that it is abnormal?" Kou Dou's soft fragrance poured into his arms, and he squeezed into the middle-aged man's arms as if he had no bones, wishing he could rub his bones into the other person's body.

The middle-aged man held Kou Dou's buttocks with both hands and said, "You are thinking too much, just a child with disabilities. Kyoto sells firewood more. I have to pass on several such untouchables every day."

"I feel very uncomfortable intuition. Along the way, I always feel like someone is staring at me." Kou Dou held down the middle-aged man's dishonest hand and said angrily: "Don't worry, I'm talking about serious things."

"Aren't we serious?" the middle-aged man responded, his hands kept on his feet, and he became even more unscrupulous.

Kou Dou slapped the middle-aged man's dishonest hand and said anxiously: "I'm serious, our affairs will not be targeted. If it's a big deal for my aunt, you and I can't afford to take care of it."

The middle-aged man was obviously stunned when he heard this. His anxious mood was poured with cold water by someone, and he instantly woke up a lot.

He pondered for a moment and said, "You said this to remind me that Marquis Lin Zuka's death was a last resort. Dali Temple has already intervened. We should avoid contacts these days."

"It's not because of you." Kou Dou pointed his finger on the middle-aged man's forehead and said angrily: "If I hadn't had to go to my place to seek excitement, I wouldn't have let Lin Zhonghou run into our good things, and he wouldn't have threatened to report you."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he slapped Kou Dou on the butt again and said with a wide eyebrow, "This is all the slut you have caused. I asked you to bribe Lin Zhonghou, and I didn't ask you to really sleep with him."
To be continued...