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    When Fang Fu stepped into the inner hall, he felt three sharp gazes on him.

    Wearing scarlet robes should be the government Yin, embroidered cloud geese, well, it is the fourth grade officer …… chest embroidered silver gong this uncle, hiss, the night watchman organization ….. I go, this girl good value, too beautiful it ….. Is she married?

    Sweeping her breasts again, Xu Qi’an calmed down a lot.

    Quickly bowed his head and showed great humility.

    Prefect Chen sat high in a large chair, his face expressionless, and the accent of interrogating the prisoner was quite majestic:

    “Xu Qi’an, when you were released from prison three days ago, you didn’t say that you had an important clue. Do you know the consequences of concealing it.”

    Officialdom veteran, even if the heart is anxious to die, opening never ask for clues, but psychological pressure.

    Being able to come here meant that the plan was halfway successful, and Xu Qi’an was still calm: “My lord, just now, the Xu family’s Erlang came to me, and I asked him for the dossier.”

    It starts with honesty.

    The three present all knew Xu Xinxin, not how famous he was, but as Xu Pingzhi’s eldest son, it was only natural that the three organizers would have investigated.

    “How does this relate to the clues you mentioned?” Prefect Chen asked.

    “It is from the dossier that the grassroots have reasoned out the truth of the case ….”

    “Wait,” Prefect Chen interrupted, leaning forward slightly, “from the dossier?”

    It wasn’t what he thought it would be.

    “I’ve solved the case.” Xu Qi’an nodded, indicating that this was the case.

    Chen Fu Yin suppressed the idea of shouting people to send this kid back to the prison, his face was serious: “You tell me, but this official reminds you, if you believe in the words, two hundred plates can beat your flesh and bones apart.”

    “The case of the tax silver robbery was not actually the work of a demon, but was man-made.”

    A sentence that startled three people.

    Chen Fu Yin slammed the table and shouted angrily, “Nonsense, come on people, drag down and cane two hundred.”

    The fact that the demons robbed the tax money was almost a capped thing, a consensus among the three organizers.

    If he had expected Xu Qi’an to give valuable clues before, he was now completely disappointed.

    Nothing more than the wild and perverse words of a brat.

    The middle-aged man’s eyes lit up slightly as he waved off the magistrates who rushed in, “Lord Chen, be at ease.”

    His gaze turned and stared at Xu Qi’an, burning, with scrutiny and anticipation, “Tell me.”

    This Chen Fu Yin is a bit grumpy …. Xu Qi’an knew that it was time for him to perform, “According to the statement of the guards at the city gate, my second uncle entered the city at the second hour of the dawning hour, and at the quarter of the hour of the hour of the hour, the procession that was escorting the tax and silver arrived at Guangnan Street, when a strange wind suddenly arose, and the horses were startled and rushed into the river.”

    He tried his best to make his tone of voice then nonchalant, appearing calmer and thus more persuasive.

    Prefect Chen nodded, “This is the reason we concluded that this is a demon lurking in the river, waiting for an opportunity to snatch the tax money.”

    “No!” Xu Qi’an retorted loudly, “The demonic wind is just a blindfold, and the explosion in the river is also a blindfold, it’s actually meant to make you guys overlook a break, a fatal break.”

    Prefect Chen urgently pursued, “What breakage.”

    The middle-aged man assumed a listening posture.

    The yellow-skirted girl bit into the candied fruit without chewing, and those aura-rich eyes stared at Xu Qi’an with interest.

    The dossier they had gone over and over many times, and they knew the crime like the back of their hand, but they had not detected any breaks.

    “My second uncle is escorting 150,000 taels of tax silver, dare I ask a few lords, 150,000 taels of silver, how many pounds does it weigh?”

    The middle-aged man had a stiff face, while the yellow-skirted girl cocked her head and half-heartedly returned.

    Prefect Chen said unhappily, “Say what you have to say, don’t sell out.”

    Xu Qi’an had originally intended to give hints, allowing the several lords to survey this huge breach on their own, but it seemed that he had botched it.

    Quick calculation ability is a bit low ah, you ancient people ….. Xu Qi’an immediately said, “It’s nine thousand three hundred and seventy-five pounds.”

    According to the mass conversion formula of this world, one pound is sixteen taels, and one hundred and fifty thousand taels of silver is nine thousand three hundred and seventy-five pounds.

    The middle-aged man frowned as he vaguely grasped something.

    The yellow-skirted girl frowned, “What does that tell you?”

    Her voice was as clear as a silver bell.

    Shows you’re not too bright subzi!

    Xu Qi’an said, “What is the distance from the city gate to Guangnan Street?”

    The middle-aged man returned, “Thirty miles.”

    “How many downtowns did you pass on the way?”

    “….. Four.”

    “How’s the jaded horse’s footing?”

    “Incompetent horse …..” The middle-aged man suddenly had round eyes and stood up violently.

    He stared hard with wide eyes, showing a dazed expression of ‘I can’t believe it’s like this’ and ‘so it’s like this’.

    After three days of tracking and searching for the demon’s trail with nothing to show for it, this experienced night watchman has realized that he may be going in the wrong direction.

    But the mind didn’t have a clear idea, so it wasn’t put into perspective after being denied before.

    Prefect Chen’s scalp was a bit numb, as he still hadn’t heard anything wrong, making him seem particularly unintelligent as a prefect.

    Prefect Chen looked at the yellow-skirted girl and balanced his heart quite a bit.

    The yellow-skirted girl said in a depressed voice, “Where’s the problem?”

    The middle-aged man perked up a bit, “The time, the time is not right.”

    “Guangnan Street is thirty miles from the south city gate, and with the footing of an incompetent horse, one would have to pass through four downtowns along the way, and entering the city at two o’clock in the morning, it would be impossible to arrive at Guangnan Street at a quarter of an hour in the morning.”

    He was influenced by preconceived notions that this was a demonic creature haunting and robbing the tax silver, and after Xu Qi’an’s extraction, he immediately chewed out the problem.

    “But the tax silver was indeed transported to Guangnan Street at the stroke of the hour, and there were quite a few people who witnessed a horse rushing into the river at that time, so it can’t be a fake.” The yellow-skirted girl crisply said.

    Nodding his head in satisfaction, Prefect Chen concurred, “What is the explanation for this?”

    This …. The middle-aged man froze and subconsciously looked at Xu Qi’an.

    “Because what is being escorted is not silver at all.” Xu Qi’an threw his voice.

    “Ridiculous!” Chen Fu Yin retorted, “Not to mention whether or not your second uncle and the pawns escorting the shipment had eyes, there are statements in the dossier recorded from the people who were present at the time, that the horses rushed into the river, and the white silver rolled into the water.”

    He shook the dossier in his hand, “Is that even a fake?”

    “Seeing is not necessarily true ….. Herborist is willing to solve your honor’s confusion in person,” his gaze fell on the tabletop, “Borrow a pen and paper.”

    Prefect Chen waved his hand, signaling to make himself at home.

    Xu Qi’an dragged the shackles to the table, poured water to grind, spread out the rice paper, and wrote crookedly.

    “My lord, please prepare the paper as requested by the straw man.” After writing, he handed the rice paper to Prefect Chen.

    Prefect Chen took the rice paper and scanned it, confused.

    “Let’s see.” The yellow-skirted girl came over to join in the fun, stretching out her snow-white catkin to take the rice paper.

    And then a head of steam.

    “…… “The middle-aged man Li Yuchun swept a glance at the paper, made an expressionless face, and without missing a trace, flattened the folded corner of the rice paper before handing it to Chen Fuyin.

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