Chapter 357
The Wen family has a large business and many accounting offices, but they don't live far away, otherwise they would have to go around other people's houses.
The servant led them to another place, which looked like a courtyard. Entering through the moon gate, you could hear the crackling of beads on the abacus, and it felt like it was very busy.
The servant then asked the two of them to wait in the pavilion of the small courtyard, and not long after, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifty with a goatee and a puzzled face came over.
"We are busy, why are we bringing guests here?"
"Don't be surprised, Mr. Accountant, we just have something to ask."
What Yang Yiyi said was wrong. How could anyone visit a rich family to ask about the accountant?
So Qin Yan immediately added: "To be honest, your master asked us to investigate the accountant who was killed some time ago. I heard that his account books were taken over, so I wanted to ask."
You see, this is the right thing to say, first carry out Wen Peng, the master of the Wen family, and then explain your purpose. Even if they don't want to, they have to cooperate for Wen Peng's sake.
When the accountant, who was a little impatient at first, heard the master's request, the servant next to him nodded sharply and immediately said:
"What do you two ladies want to ask?"
"The murdered accountant, where is his account book?"
"Inside the house, we're checking."
"Check?"
When talking about this matter, Mr. Accountant became very angry.
"There are several mistakes in the account book. When the master finds out, he will ask us to verify them all to avoid any omissions. We have been working on them for half a month and haven't finished the verification yet."
"Did the deceased do things carelessly?"
"It's so careless. It's just like a child writing a prank."
Hearing this, Qin Yan suddenly felt strange and asked hurriedly:
"What exactly does it look like?"
"Even simple additions and subtractions are written wrong. For example, on the last page it says ten guan was credited to the account, and 350 guan was spent on cotton and linen thread, but the balance was written as 48 guan."
This is really not a matter of simple miscalculation, it is completely nonsense.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for the accounting clerk to make such a mistake. It is more like a deliberate scrawling. It is no wonder that he was asked to recheck.
"Do you know anything about the deceased?"
"We can't even speak of understanding each other. He has only been here for less than two months, but he is gone and there are such big mistakes. We are the ones who are busy."
"I heard that he was introduced?"
"It's not about introduction. When autumn came, there was an old accountant who planned to go home to take care of himself. There was a shortage of people in the house, so I introduced a cousin."
"It's your cousin, you still don't know?"
"Woman, have you ever heard of this saying? One generation of relatives, two generations of cousins, three or four generations will bring him down. According to seniority, the person who died was my eldest nephew, but I have never seen him before. If it hadn't been for him When I came here, I had a letter from home, and I didn’t know that he was related to me.”
"He came to you in person?"
"Yes, it was said that there was a locust plague in my hometown in Yuezhou, and he was the only one left in the family. He said that he used to be a teacher, so I was thinking of finding a job for him to make a meal. Who knew it would happen? So many things.”
Out of her acumen as a snitch, Qin Yan felt that there might be something wrong with the identity of the deceased.
If you pretend to be a distant relative from an accountant and come here to seek refuge, there is much room for maneuverability. After all, there are no telephones and transportation is very inconvenient. If your hometown is too far away, verification will not be solved in a month or two.
If someone forges family letters and comes to seek refuge, I'm afraid no one will want to verify it before making any suspicious moves.
And if they just wanted to use this identity in a short period of time, they would have run away long ago when the verified information came back.
This trick is also a commonly used ability of the snitches in the Sixteenth Village. To sneak into a wealthy mansion, usually it only takes a day or two to step on the plates, and then steal the things and run away.
But this time, the matter was much more complicated than the thieves stealing things from the Sixteenth Village.
Qin Yan quickly calculated in her mind:
"Can you show us the account book?"
"This..." Everything else was easy to say, but when it came to the account books, Mr. Accountant hesitated.
After all, this is the property of the owner, and it is quite sensitive. Regardless of whether there are some illegal things recorded in the account book, it is not suitable for outsiders to see.
"Sir, don't worry. We are here on a commission from the Wen family, and we are just standing here to take a look. You can't memorize something as thick as a ledger just by looking at it."
"Okay, you two heroines, wait a moment."
The accounting clerk relented, turned around and went back to the house. After a while he took out a blue ledger.
"That's it."
Qin Yan opened it and saw that the latest pages were still stained with some blood, but not much. It could be seen that the person who had done it was Kuai Jian, and not much blood remained.
The two girls looked through the account books together, and even Yang Yiyi, who had not kept any accounts, could see that there were indeed many mistakes.
"How many wrong accounts are there in total?"
"Let's find four or five places for now. I'll outline them with a pen here."
The errors are limited to the last few pages. Although there are some going forward, the errors are not that outrageous. They are simply typos or miscalculations in some places.
But what does this mean?
After all, Qin Yan was just a thief. The best she could do was think like a thief, but she was not a detective specifically responsible for solving crimes.
After reading a few pages, I thought it was as big as three heads.
She really didn't see the reason, so Qin Yan returned the account book to the accounting clerk.
"This may be physical evidence, so it needs to be taken care of."
The accountant nodded, but didn't pay much attention. He asked if there was anything else. After getting the answer, he went back to check the account book.
Walking out of the small courtyard of the accounting room, Qin Yan felt more and more that this matter was troublesome.
There are almost no useful clues at the scene, and there are no witnesses. At present, it can only be concluded that the deceased was killed by a sharp sword, but it is not even clear what the murder weapon was. Combined with the conflicts between the Wen and Qing families, it is no wonder that some people are suspicious. On top of the Qing family.
After much deliberation, Qin Yan turned to Yang Yiyi and asked, "What do you think?"
She obviously didn't have any expectations when asked about this matter. The past few days of getting along with her made Qin Yan know that Yang Yiyi rarely used her brain. Although her force value was very high, her style of doing things was very reckless.
Asking her is just to check and fill in the gaps. If she has an opinion that can make people shine, there may be a breakthrough in this matter.
"I……"
Just as she was about to speak, Yang Yiyi suddenly stopped talking and then changed her tone:
"I want to go to a hut."
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What the hell.
Doesn't a lazy donkey make a lot of shit and urinate on his body?
It really makes people’s eyes dark.
The servant thoughtfully pointed out the location of the latrine to Yang Yiyi. In Qin Yan's regretful eyes, "Why the hell should I ask her?", Yang Yiyi trotted all the way.
After entering the latrine and confirming that no one was around, Yang Yiyi took out the jade stick and shook it crazily.
"Stop shaking, I'm keeping watch."
Hearing Li Chengqi's voice, Yang Yiyi immediately felt relieved.
"Brother Li, have you discovered anything?"
"There are some, but not many. What can be confirmed is that the deceased and the murderer may have known each other and even chatted for a while before death."
"Ah? How did you figure this out? Brother Li, did you use your magical powers to figure it out?"
No, really not...
The title was wrongly typed. I wanted to delete it and rewrite it, but I clicked Publish_(:з ∠)_
(End of this chapter)