Chapter 133 An old case from thirteen years ago
Early in the morning, Zhao's house, in the bedroom.
"Huh." When Zhao Duan opened his eyelids and woke up suddenly, he couldn't help but shuddered and cursed in his heart:
"Old Xu is bullying others too much!"
Last night, he followed Taizu Dayu deep into the snowfield in his visualization. Unfortunately, he encountered a storm. Faced with the terrifying power of God, Zhao Duan originally wanted to dig a hole and escape.
Lao Xu, however, stepped forward into the storm without looking back. Zhao Duan had no choice but to keep up and was almost frozen into an ice sculpture.
You can only end the visualization in advance and use the "offline" method to take a breath.
As a result, I spent the rest of the night dreaming about freezing.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Zhao Duan got up and was relieved to find that he was finally not hot and sweating this time - the ice basin in the room had melted into water.
Arrive at the dining room.
The aunt and sister also finished washing, and the family of three sat in a row and ate steamed buns.
"Hey, are you here for dinner today?"
Zhao Duan looked at the girl in surprise.
Zhao Pan, who was pretty and lovely, inherited her mother's beauty, with her face upturned and her hair wet and disheveled. She was surprisingly docile in the face of his teasing.
This makes Zhao Duan a little disappointed. If he doesn't bully this cheap girl, he feels that life is missing one piece of fun.
"Dalang, please take medicine."
Eugene stood up and offered a freshly filled bowl of nourishing medicinal soup with both hands.
The beautiful stepmother simply wore a beautiful bun today, looking very at home, with a gentle smile on her face.
"...Can I not drink?"
Zhao Duan's smile disappeared, and he was extremely resistant mentally.
Eugene Hua looked like a little woman who had done something wrong and bit her lips:
"Is it not to Da Lang's taste? My aunt saw that you have been very tired recently, so she cooked the tonic..."
No... Mainly because you still have gold in your name... Zhao Duan sighed.
He took the soup bowl with his big hand and drank it all in one gulp.
Eugene Hua showed an aunty smile and served him attentively while he was eating. Zhao Pan also had a rare appearance of being well-behaved and gentle.
The warm dining scene in ordinary people's homes seemed to be unprecedented in the Zhao family.
"Dalang, what kind of sachet do you like?"
When he was about to finish eating, Eugene Flower suddenly asked.
Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean, aunt?"
The beautiful woman smiled and said: "Dalang is busy with official duties, maybe he forgot? In a few days, it will be the Qiao Qiao Festival."
Qiao Qiao Festival... Dayu also has this festival.
However, there is no allusion to Magpie Bridge in this world. During the Qiqiao Festival, women often gather to eat, drink, admire the moon, and compare needlework.
According to Dayu custom, the female relatives of the family sew sachets for their men to demonstrate their skills, and the men will give some symbolic jewelry in return.
There is only one male in the Zhao family, and he is not yet married.
So Eugene is already making preparations to sew sachets for his stepson.
"Ah, I can do either."
Zhao Duan is not picky. After all, in his previous life, he used shopping software to scan the goods when buying clothes. The existence of sales ranking, he smiled and said:
"I like everything my aunt picked."
Eugene Flower had no resistance to such words, and was so moved that she burst into laughter and cried at the same time.
Oops...forgot to maintain the character...
Zhao Duan grimaced, dropped his bowls and chopsticks, and seemed to be running away.
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After meal.
Eugene Hua was overjoyed, happily dragging his daughter to choose the style of the album in the room. On the table was the newly bought colorful thread.
"What do you think of this one? It's bright and pretty, and it matches your big brother. It's just a little too fancy and not stable enough."
"This one is better. It's grand and official, and it still means rising to success. Unfortunately, it's too old-fashioned."
"Where's this one? Where's this one? Hey, damn girl, I asked you to help mother choose. Why don't you say something?"
The girl with a bare face, like a hibiscus in clear water, sat on a round stool.
Looking at the mother beside her, her autumn-like eyes were staring at the sewing box on the table in trance. Hearing his mother's call, he came back to his senses. The girl who was taciturn in the past and had trouble with Zhao Duan suddenly said:
"Mom, why don't you sew one of each style?"
Eugene Flower helplessly poked her forehead with his finger: "A woman can only give one gift, not to mention there are only a few days left, you want to die of exhaustion as a mother."
Zhao Pan said dullly: "I can also sew one for him."
Eugene Hua was stunned and suspected that her daughter had changed her gender.
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Doorstep.
The driver, Xiao Wang, was already waiting. After investigation, it was found that the ambush that day had nothing to do with him.
After waking up from a coma that day, he learned that Zhao Duan had killed the swordsman Gao Li in mortal form. The coachman was greatly shocked, and even looked at his boss with a hint of admiration.
"Let's go." Zhao Duan calmly got into the car and ordered.
The carriage rumbled away, but today he did not go to Zhao Yamen or Baima Prison.
After walking through four streets, they arrived at the bottom of a teahouse. Zhao Duan ordered Xiao Wang to wait underneath and walked upstairs.
Successfully saw two figures at a square table by the window upstairs.
"Haha, you two have been waiting for a long time."
Zhao Duan greeted with a smile, walked over slowly and sat down.
Beside the square table were Zhang Han from Peony Hall and Haitang from Narcissus Hall.
Today, the two detectives were not wearing uniforms. Like Zhao Duan, they went out in casual clothes and were sitting and waiting.
Haitang, who has a high ponytail, long legs, a dashing appearance, and is known for her intelligence, rolled her eyes, dropped the melon seed shell in her hand, and said without saltiness:
"Zhao Jisi is really punctual, and he didn't even come a little early."
Two days have passed since he was assassinated.
Although Zhao Duan received the Empress mission, he did not rush to take action. Instead, he waited for two days to make Dali Temple relax its vigilance.
Regarding the crime of searching for the minister of Dali Temple, the empress also informed Ma Yan and ordered him to assist Zhao Duan and provide him with the necessary help.
With a stroke of his pen, Ma Yan sent two detectives to serve as Zhao Duan's deputies
——Let the top two detectives in Shenzhang Realm in Jiutang serve as Zhao Duan's deputies. The noodles are full.
This is equivalent to Zhao Duan, the leader of Lihua Hall, who can mobilize as many as three halls.
And they are the most elite group of people in Zhao Yamen.
The nickname "Little King of Hell" is becoming more and more worthy of his name.
Zhao Duan laughed and grabbed a handful of melon seeds in front of Haitang.
Ignoring the female martial artist's eyes, she said with a smile:
"The moment when the investigation is not urgent, the key is to get things right. How about it? Have you got the information I asked you to investigate?"
Zhang Han, who has fair skin and ranks first in the Nine Halls, is sitting at the table with an upright posture and a focused attitude in a meeting.
Wen Yan put a file on the table and said calmly: "After our screening, this is the one thing we have determined to be most likely to find evidence for Zhou Cheng."
That's right!
The first task Zhao Duan gave them was to use Zhaoya's intelligence network to find Zhou Cheng's flaws.
In this way, a breakthrough was found to tear apart the golden body of this third-grade official.
"That's it?"
Zhao Duan raised his hand and pressed it, feeling the thickness of the dossier bag and feeling a little disappointed:
"I thought that a big shot like this who has been in high and low positions for many years should have a lot of black spots."
Although he said he was disgusted, Zhao Duan still trusted the "professional level" of his two colleagues.
He immediately opened the paper bag, took out the information inside and looked down at it.
Haitang sighed and spit out two pieces of melon seed shells, not bothering to explain.
My heart says, do you think everyone is the same as you, and if you want to deal with anyone, you just need to sell them to a teammate?
We good people don’t have such unique conditions as you.
At this time, Zhao Duan also glanced at this old information and raised his eyebrows: "An old case from thirteen years ago? What does this have to do with Zhou Cheng?"
(End of chapter)