Song Beiyun

"Ah?" Song Beiyun's expression immediately collapsed instinctively: "Do you still have to work?"

Well, Yang Xiancheng originally thought that the person who came was just a gilded waste, but now it seems that this person is really not as good as a waste. In the past, the county magistrates, even the waste, wanted to do something when they first came. Even if it is to grasp attendance and manage discipline.

But this guy...he just said "I still have to work?" What a self-sacrifice, what a lazy thing to do.

Yang Xiancheng didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, so he found an excuse to get away quickly, then turned around and went to the Zhou family, and told the Patriarch of the Zhou family about Song Beiyun's various behaviors.

"But really? Isn't it just pretending?"

"It's not like." Yang Xiancheng shook his head and said: "That guy has a slutty look on his body, he is greedy for drinking, lustful and ignorant, and he is born with the look of eating and waiting to die."

"Hahahaha, it looks like you and I expected, Yang Xiandi, your good days are not far away." The head of the Zhou family patted Yang Xiancheng on the shoulder, and then suddenly seemed to think of something: "You said, if this How about withholding tax evasion from him?"

"It's not the right time yet, we'll make a decision in a few days." Yang Xiancheng narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment and said: "Now that the eyeliner has been installed, it's better to take a look first."

At the moment, Song Beiyun is squatting in the latrine humming a song, holding a small notebook in his hand. Just now, he asked Qiaoyun to fill in the information of these people's hometowns in the name of the mistress. Song Beiyun thought about it carefully After that, a list of four suspected insiders was circled.

After he came out, he still started to wander around the back house with a dandy look on his face. When he saw those maids, he went up and started to move, cuddle and hug, which made those girls dare not speak out.

And all of this was recorded by a few ghosts, and Song Beiyun didn't mess around, as long as he saw eyeliners around him, he would start doing some rascal things.

In the evening, Yang Xiancheng also received receipts from the eyeliner one after another, probably because the person had nothing to do all day, except wandering around the mansion and touching the maidservant, he did not shy away from it at all.

And he seems to have set up a few strange stoves in the backyard, as if he is about to start alchemy...

"Hiss...this is no ordinary bastard." Yang Xiancheng gasped: "Alchemy..."

But all scholars know what this alchemy is. It is not an ordinary bastard who will never get involved in alchemy. Now it seems that this guy is really a strange thing in the world.

Yang Xiancheng, who had expected Song Beiyun to die quickly, was actually praying in his heart that he would not eat himself to death by refining alchemy. After all, the superior sent a pig over this time. If the pig died, the next time he came, he would say no. Must be some tough guy.

"No...you have to protect him well." Yang Xiancheng immediately made a decision, and said to the subordinates: "Let's go and visit our county magistrate."

Just doing what they said, they went to the back house, and just knocked on the door and walked in, they saw Song Beiyun squatting beside a strange stove, drawing charcoal and blowing the wind, and there was a strange smell in the yard. odor.

It really is alchemy...

"Ah, Brother Yang." Song Beiyun stood up, "Don't worry, this potion will be ready in no time, and I will share a few pieces with Brother Yang. This is a good thing. After eating it, you can fight hard all night and still be able to survive the golden spear .”

Can't stop...Yang Xiancheng's face turned green, and he waved his hands again and again: "My lord, I came here with a humble job because I want to discuss something with you."

"Don't worry, wait until this furnace of medicine comes out."

"Sir, [-] is in a hurry!"

Song Beiyun heard his earnest tone, so he stood up and sighed, "Why can't you wait for tomorrow if you are so anxious?"

"It's about the former county magistrate's falling into the water. According to the rules, my lord has to investigate it."

"Huh????" Song Beiyun's expression became surprised: "Let me check for a dead person? Don't go, don't go, it's very bad luck, don't go! You can just check."

"My lord!" Yang Xiancheng sighed and said, "The matter is very important at this time, didn't someone tell you when you came?"

"What are you talking about? My father-in-law told me something, but I forgot." Song Beiyun said with some embarrassment: "But let me investigate the dead, how could I know...Brother Yang..."

Song Beiyun took a deep breath and looked at Yang Xiancheng pitifully.

"Sigh...it's really hard for you." Yang Xiancheng snickered in his heart, but his face was serious: "Your Excellency, come with me to visit tomorrow, and you know what you're doing."

"Do you want to see the dead?"

"want."

"Don't go, don't go..." Song Beiyun waved his hands again and again: "It's summer, these days stink."

"My lord!!!" Seeing his ghostly look, Yang Xiancheng was really helpless: "You can just watch from a distance."

Song Beiyun sighed, and Yang Xiancheng was obviously afraid that Song Beiyun would feed him the elixir, so he hurried away after speaking.

After he left, Song Beiyun continued to refine alchemy, but he already had an idea in his mind. He carefully recalled some characteristics of the autopsy and recollected some forensic knowledge.

In fact, sometimes I really have to thank my disabled legs in my previous life, because I can only stay at home, and Song Beiyun can only anesthetize himself with various books. Although he is not necessarily proficient, he has dabbled in many things. I have followed the old man to verify over and over again in this life, and it is absolutely not too much to say that he is the number one author in the world.

"See you tomorrow, Brother Yang." Song Beiyun slowly smiled, and whispered: "You really look down on people too much, it's not good."

Chapter 119: On June 6, Yin and I guarded a comrade who was killed

Early the next morning, Song Beiyun was found by Yang Xiancheng just after breakfast. He came with some files, which recorded some trivial things that happened in the county these days.

Since the county magistrate was not around, the county magistrate took care of it on his behalf. Now the new county magistrate needs to review it, but Song Beiyun didn't even look at it. He just waved his hand and said, "Brother Yang can make the decision."

Facing the lazy county magistrate, as the county magistrate, he can be dismissed with a report letter, but Yang Xiancheng is reluctant, really reluctant.This is simply a godsend pig's head, and it must be well protected. If this person is here, from the perspective of Yang Xiancheng, he is even more comfortable than being a county magistrate himself.

If there is an accident, someone will bear it, and if there is no accident, you will make a fortune silently. Where can you find such a good thing.As for his official career, where is his official career? There is no hope in this life, so it is better to follow the squire and tyrant to earn some money and silver.

This man can do nothing if he doesn't want to, as long as the county magistrate doesn't hinder his way of getting rich, he can talk about anything, even mentioning him is not impossible.

"If your lord doesn't read this file, then it's time for me to set off."

"Look at the dead..."

Seeing Song Beiyun's dead face, Yang Xiancheng didn't react at all, he almost dragged Song Beiyun out of the county office.

Although the results of the investigation have already been released and reported, according to the usual practice, the new county magistrate has to check it again, at least to put on a show for others.

So no matter what Song Beiyun thought about Lai, County Chancellor Yang still pushed him out.

The two of them brought the official messenger to the pond where the accident happened. After these days of wind and rain, the traces that should have disappeared have long since disappeared, and there is nothing to see at all.

"Master Huang drowned here before that time."

Song Beiyun let out a sigh of boredom, squatted beside him, picked up a stone and threw it down, like a bored child.

Seeing his behavior, Yang Xiancheng chuckled lightly: "Master, do you want to check it?"

"How to check?" Song Beiyun got up: "Where to look?"

"Just look around for any clues."

Song Beiyun turned around listening to his words, but he either raised his hands to grab leaves or kicked stones, looking extremely boring.

But as he was walking, he suddenly stumbled and stepped on the air, and almost fell into the pond. Fortunately, he lay on the side with all fours and was quickly pulled up by the officials.

"My lord, are you all right?"

"It's all right." Song Beiyun patted the mud on his body: "If you don't pay attention, I'll go and change clothes."

Yang Xiancheng looked at this evil person, there was really nothing he could do, so he had to wait here and let someone escort Song Beiyun back.

But Song Beiyun went back into the room and didn't rush to change clothes. He just quickly drew the location of the pond on the map. Based on the results of his two days of wandering, he had roughly drawn out the surrounding terrain. .

"These people are ignorant after all." Song Beiyun handed the drawing to Qiaoyun: "Sister Qiaoyun, you must keep this well, only you can reassure me."

"En." Qiaoyun asked while changing his clothes: "With your skill, you can't fall like this, did you do it on purpose?"

"Yeah." Song Beiyun opened his arms and let Qiaoyun tie the belt for him: "I just wanted to see if I would drown if I fell into the water. I tried to imitate it just now, and found that even if I carried it on one end, it was impossible to roll over. Falling into a puddle, which they said was a slip, is even less likely, and the puddle is still some distance away from where the foot slipped."

Qiao Yun nodded and said, "That must be the murder and the removal of the corpse."

"Not necessarily, you can only be sure if you see the corpse, but now the corpse is decomposed to a high degree, it's hard to judge. You can only ask Wuzuo, but Wuzuo is obviously one of them."

"Then what should you do?"

Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Take your time, we have half a year."

Qiao Yun tidied up his clothes: "Be careful."

"Ah."

Song Beiyun, who reappeared in Yang Xiancheng, walked away from the pond with a look of disgust, and shouted from there 20 meters away: "Brother Yang, let's go."

Yang Xiancheng nodded, and continued to take Song Beiyun to the next point, which was where the county magistrate's wife was. After all, as a new official, Song Beiyun was coming to question him.

When they came to a small courtyard in the county, Yang Xiancheng knocked on the door and took Song Beiyun in. Song Beiyun felt that something was wrong the moment he saw the woman, because the woman's eyes were dull, and there were scars on her wrists and neck. The bruises, judging from the degree of spread of the bruises, have been around for eight to nine days, that is to say, two or three days after the death of the former county magistrate, such bruises appeared on her body.

Judging from those marks, the ones on the neck were pinched by hands, while the ones on the wrists were the marks of the rope.

She was raped.

Song Beiyun narrowed his eyes lightly, then took two steps back with disgust on his face, pulled out a piece of silver from his sleeve and threw it to the woman: "My condolences, big sister. You take these silver..."

After speaking, he made a gesture to leave, but Yang Xiancheng asked curiously: "My lord, you haven't asked yet."

"I dare not..." Song Beiyun whispered, his face full of timidity: "It's eerie, so scary."

Yang Xiancheng looked at him like that, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Isn't your lord a womanizer? Isn't this pretty widow not thinking a bit? She has been silent for a few days. What if your lord does something?" , and no one will know."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand: "Let the adults ask alone, don't disturb."

Afterwards, he led the people out of the small courtyard and closed the door from the outside, and those officials all showed obscene expressions, thinking that they did not do this kind of thing less often.

Song Beiyun was in the room with his hands on his hips, turned his head and glanced at the widow, but he still maintained the timid and incompetent look before, squatting on the ground, slowly took out another ingot of silver and threw it on the bedside, and then ran away like shit up.

Seeing him open the door and run out like shit, Yang Xiancheng couldn't help laughing out loud, and the officials around him even leaned back and forth.

"Brothers, don't play tricks on me... This woman is ghastly, but very frightening. I gave her some silver taels so that she can live a better life." Song Beiyun said with lingering fear: "At least get some girls from the underworld. .”

These words made everyone laugh out loud, Yang Xiancheng looked at the hopeless Song Beiyun, and felt quite helpless: "My lord...you are so unruly."

"I dare not..." Song Beiyun pointed at himself and lowered his head: "I can't even lift my head up, so there are no rules."

After another burst of laughter, Yang Xiancheng coughed again and again: "It's not such a rule, but you don't even ask, it's against the rules."

"I asked, but she ignored me." Song Beiyun spread his hands: "I asked her, what is your name, and she didn't say anything."

Yang Xiancheng was convinced, really convinced.Forget it, if he wasn't such a person, and he wouldn't be so presumptuous, he would feel relieved after thinking about it: "Forget it, my lord will follow us to Yizhuang."

"Look at the dead?"

"Ah."

"Ugh……"

Bringing Song Beiyun, who was sighing along the way, to Yizhuang on the edge of the city, he found Wuzuo. After Yang Xiancheng explained a few words in a low voice, he let Song Beiyun go in together. The general appearance is extremely timid and incompetent.

When he came to a coffin, Wu Zuo pointed and said, "My lord, this is Master Huang's body, do you want to examine it?"

"No no no..."

Before Song Beiyun could finish speaking, the lid of the coffin was lifted, and Song Beiyun sat down on the ground in a jerk. Wu Zuo looked back at Yang Xiancheng, and the two showed tacit smiles.

"My lord, you have to check it carefully." Wu Zuo said: "By the way, Mr. Xiancheng, an unknown corpse was sent to the city today, can you go and have a look with me?"

"I'll go too..." Song Beiyun scrambled to get up from the ground: "Take me with you."

Yang Xiancheng cupped his hands at him and said: "My lord, please prioritize your priorities. You can check Mr. Huang's body here, and we will come as we go."

After finishing speaking, they went straight out and closed the door, leaving Song Beiyun here alone. When he heard the footsteps walking away, Song Beiyun smiled.

"Stupid idiot, don't ask me what I do."

After speaking, he took out the fish sausage gloves and put them on his fingers, then put on the self-made mask, and went directly to the coffin to inspect it.

Half an hour later, Yang Xiancheng came back again, but as soon as he came back, he saw Song Beiyun sitting in a corner, chanting something with his eyes closed, it sounded like he was chanting scriptures, and a pile of broken wood and hay was still burning in front of him.

"Oh, my lord, Yizhuang is not allowed to light fire."

Wu Zuo stepped forward with a look of horror: "You are..."

Song Beiyun opened his eyes: "Just pray for Xingjun's blessing..."

Seeing his appearance and thinking of his alchemy appearance yesterday, Xiancheng Yang was really speechless, so he waved his hand at Wu Zuo: "Forget it, my lord is new here, if you think about it, you should tell your lord."

"No, no, no... don't listen, hurry up and bury, hurry up! Bury today!"

It seemed that he was terrified, and his reaction was just as Yang Xiancheng wished, as long as the coffin was buried, everything would be settled.

So he hurriedly asked the officials to find someone, carried out the coffin and buried it in the place he had chosen long ago, and erected a monument.

"My lord, can you see the clue?"

Seeing that the new soil on the grave was actually photographed, Yang Xiancheng asked with a smile: "Is it true that he died by drowning?"

"Yes, yes, of course." Song Beiyun waved his hands again and again: "Don't mention it, don't mention it, it's very unlucky."

Yang Xiancheng was obviously very satisfied with Song Beiyun's reaction. After watching his actions this day, any doubts he had had disappeared.

"My lord, should you go back home?"

"Okay, okay, I'm going to wash away my bad luck."

Chapter 120: On June 6, when it was sunny, there was a slight coolness, not the wind

"This chicken, no way."