Not long after, the round-faced detective took him into a teahouse and sat down. He ordered some fruits and drank tea leisurely.
From morning until afternoon, I sat there without moving.
Jiang Zhou also calmed down and sat aside, saying nothing or paying attention.
It wasn't until nightfall that the round-faced detective got up and took him to the opposite side of the teahouse.
It turned out to be a theater, that is, a gambling hall.
Obviously this is where he wants to come.
The round-faced detective was not as difficult to get along with as he had shown before.
Although he said a few strange words, he did not mean to embarrass Jiang Zhou.
When knocking on the door of the museum, she turned around and explained to him: "You should have seen the whole story of this case at Sujing Division, right?"
"The owner of this museum is the suspect. We suspected that he was secretly feeding demons, but we searched twice and found no clues."
Jiang Zhou nodded.
The beginning of this case was that more than a dozen wealthy families in the city had people and property lost one after another. Not only gold and silver treasures were lost, but also many people were lost. No one was alive or dead, but no corpses were found.
In fact, there are not just a dozen wealthy households, but dozens of them, all of whom have been to the Expo.
However, it was the few dozen wealthy households that could really alarm the Ti Xing Division and Su Jing Division.
"Hmph, everyone who had the accident, without exception, has been to this theater. I don't believe that he can get away with it."
The round-faced detective snorted coldly.
Jiang Zhou couldn't help but said: "Since nothing was found after two checks, why did you come here this time?"
The round-faced detective laughed and said, "We'll check even if we can't find anything! There's something wrong with this guy named Wang. I don't believe he has no flaws at all. I insist on coming every day. If two times doesn't work, then three times. If three times doesn't work, four times." The little old boy always shows his flaws."
"..."
Jiang Zhou also asked what clever plan he had.
But this can be considered a stupid method.
Everyone who has had an accident has been here. It is impossible for there to be so many coincidences at the same time. There is no doubt that there is something wrong with this theater.
But if it was really the theater owner who did it, he was so unabashed and only targeted people who came to the theater, was he stupid, or was he relying on something and not afraid of others coming to investigate?
At this moment the door creaked open.
A man who looked like a young boy came out. When he saw the round-faced policeman, his expression changed slightly, and then he instantly put on a flattering smile: "Oh! Mr. Yan! Are you coming to play too? Please come in quickly!"
Jiang Zhou, who was wearing uniform behind him, just glanced at him and ignored him.
In addition to the officials and officials with full-time positions in the government offices, there are also many lowly servants.
After all, many chores cannot be done by those official servants.
The servants in the government offices all wear obvious uniforms, which can be seen at a glance.
"Go! Who wants to play?"
The round-faced detective glared and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not the head catcher! I'm here to investigate the case, where is your boss?"
The boy hurriedly ran to invite him, and soon the owner, who was wearing bright silk clothes and was slightly fat, came out.
There were many guests in the theater, and they were not betting on the things Jiang Zhou imagined.
There are countless people who play chess, dice, bugs, and quails.
However, these people were quickly driven out by the round-faced police officer.
The fat boss dared to be angry but did not dare to say anything. He kept smiling and said, "I said, Captain Yan, hurry up, haven't you already checked it out? Why do you need to check it again?"
"If you act like this, I won't be able to continue my business."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and under the cover of his wide sleeves, passed a hard object to the round-faced catcher.
The round-faced detective slapped his hand away, and a shiny golden ingot rolled down: "What are you doing? You're doing a bribe in public. Do you believe me if I handcuff you?"
The fat boss smiled apologetically and said, "Ouch! What do you mean? This was originally dropped by Captain Yan! Wangcai, why are you standing there dazed? Why don't you pick up Captain Yan's things?"
The little boy picked up the gold ingot and wanted to bring it over.
"How?"
The round-faced agent glared, put his hands on his hips, and pushed out his belly, revealing the shackles and knife on his waist: "I'm not a good agent at speaking, am I?"
"Back off!"
The fat boss looked angry and shouted away the boy. Then he turned back to a flattering smile and said, "Captain Yan, if you have anything to do, just ask me and I will definitely do it!"
"Okay, Mr. Wang, I won't play tricks with you. If you commit the crime honestly, I will give you a way to survive because you didn't kill anyone or set a fire. Maybe I'll give you a small penalty." and the silver passed away,"
"But you have to insist on denying it and let me find out quickly..."
The round-faced detective rolled his small eyes, showing a threatening tone: "According to the laws of Daji, it is a sin to feed demons privately. You don't know, right?"
As he spoke, he raised his sword, pulled out a small part and shook it: "I will recognize you by then, but I will not recognize this sword!"
Wang Yuanwai cried with a mournful face and shouted that he was wronged: "Captain Yan, how dare I do that? Who knows that I, Wang Jinfa, have always been honest about my duties, and I dare not do anything that goes against the rules, let alone something that breaks the law?"
"Hey? Are you really going to stop crying when you see the coffin?"
While the two of them were going back and forth, Jiang Zhou was silently observing the surroundings.
The museum looks like a small facade from the outside, but it is very spacious and empty inside.
Except for some Bo tools, there is nothing else.
The only thing that made Jiang Zhou take a second look was the rows of candlesticks on the four walls.
There were at least dozens of candlesticks, all lit.
The spacious theater is illuminated very brightly.
"Captain Yan, if you don't believe it, you can search everything you want inside and outside this place!"
"Just search! Take me to the inner courtyard!"
At this time, the round-faced detective called him and asked Wang Yuanwai to take him to the inner courtyard to have a look.
The inner courtyard is where the king lives, just behind the theater.
The place is not big, just four or five wing rooms and a small courtyard.
Jiang Zhou followed the round-faced policeman behind him, and soon he searched everything inside and out, even the latrine.
"Look, there's nothing, right?"
Returning to the theater again, Mr. Wang looked innocent: "I am such an honest and responsible person, but I trembled when I heard the word "demon". How can I be so bold to raise them?"
There was a bit of pride in his innocence, and it was obvious that he didn't seem to hide it at all.
The round-faced detective had a gloomy look on his face. He poked Jiang Zhou with his elbow and whispered, "Hey, is there no movement from the demon-slaying knife?"
In fact, the Preparatory Department had already conducted two searches earlier, and even brought people to dig up the ground in the courtyard.
This time he didn't expect to find anything by himself.
What he counted on was the expertise of Su Jingsi.
Even if he is just a sword wielder, he will have an advantage in dealing with demons than simple martial arts masters like them.
Because the sword holder has a demon-slaying sword.
The blood evil of the demon-slaying knife can not only kill and injure demons, but will also react violently when encountering evil spirits and resentments.
Like water pouring into hot oil, it becomes more violent.
Killing life will inevitably lead to evil spirits and evil resentment.
But there are very few demons and demons who do not harm people.
Even most of the evil spirits themselves are the gathering of evil spirits and evil resentments.
Most ordinary little monsters cannot escape the induction of the Demon-Slaying Sword.
Jiang Zhou shook his head. He really didn't feel anything unusual about the demon-slaying sword.
The round-faced policeman had no choice but to say with a dark face: "Humph, it's not up to you to decide whether or not it's true. I'll give you a piece of advice. If you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself. Wang Jinfa, just take care of it yourself."
As he said that, he was about to leave, Jiang Zhou following behind.
When he reached the door, Jiang Zhou suddenly stopped, turned around and smiled at Wang Jinfa: "Wang Yuanfa, you haven't had dinner yet? Are you preparing some delicious food in the kitchen?"
Wang Jinfa's eyes flickered slightly: "No, no, wasn't it searched in the inner courtyard just now? Why did Mr. Chai say this?"
Jiang Zhou waved his hand and said: "Oh, it seems that Jiang is too hungry. Jiang just smelled the aroma of burnt fat and thought that the king was roasting meat outside and wanted to get a bite to satisfy his stomach."
Wang Jinfa quickly smiled and said: "I want to eat, easy! Nearby is the famous Yellow Crane Tower in Wu County. I will immediately send my servants to buy a good meal!"
Although he didn't take Jiang Zhou as an official seriously, he was still from the yamen after all, and there was a round-faced policeman by his side, so he still had to give him face.
Jiang Zhou quickly shook his head: "No, no, no."
Suddenly the conversation changed again: "There are quite a lot of candles here, Yuan Wang. Just burning these candles for one night will cost a lot of money, right?"