Chapter 249 Suspicion

"Apart from those two tables, what if the people who left didn't ask for the bill?" Qi Shuo suddenly asked.

The guys looked at each other, and one of them said, "You don't come here alone. If you leave without paying after eating and drinking, you will definitely be discovered."

How can you eat and dine for free?

Qi Shuo raised his eyes to glance at the stairs and said calmly, "Guests in the elegant rooms on the second floor don't have to come down these stairs to go to the bathroom, right?"

The shopkeeper said hurriedly: "No, you can go directly to the toilet by going down the stairs on the other side."

The elegant room on the second floor is the same as the toilet used by guests in the lobby. If guests in the lobby want to go to the toilet, they have to enter through the side door in the corner.

Cheng Maoming had an idea: "What if I go down the stairs on the other side of the second floor, go around to the side door and leave through the lobby?"

"this--"

The guys looked at each other and started to hesitate.

The shopkeeper saw that Cheng Maoming's face was not right and scolded him: "When the adults ask questions, just say whatever you think."

A waiter said awkwardly, "It's dinner time, and we're busy serving wine and food to customers. If someone went out directly through the side door through the lobby, we wouldn't have noticed."

"During that time period... I saw someone go out." Lin Hao spoke carefully, immediately attracting countless gazes.

Yang Zhe also looked at her quietly.

An ordinary girl would have been embarrassed and shy when suddenly being watched by so many people, but Lin Hao calmed down after she said, "A young man with a similar build to Yang Zhuangyuan walked out."

When General Cheng asked this question, she thought about it. The reason she didn't speak up at the first time was because she had concerns.

She and Ah Shuo happily came to Wuweizhai to eat crab stuffed with oranges, but unexpectedly they encountered the prince being poisoned. Such things should be avoided as far away as possible.

But when she thought about the first time she met the King of Wei at Qinglu Temple, who had difficulty walking due to obesity but was still gentle and polite, and the prince who asked the teacher to be Baoshan to help his sister and brother-in-law get together, she could not stand by and watch.

No matter what the truth is, the prince should not die in such a confused way.

So she spoke out and turned herself from a bystander into a player in the game.

"Miss Lin, do you still remember what that man looks like?" Minister Shen's beard trembled, unable to hide his anxiety.

After a brief silence, Lin Hao nodded: "I have some impression."

Minister Shen was overjoyed: "Can the prince draw it?"

Everyone knows that Prince Jing drew the real murderer of Princess Yu Liu after listening to the description of the teahouse waiter.

Cheng Maoming didn't say anything, but looked at Qi Shuo with a slightly puzzled look in his eyes.

This shouldn't be the case. Even Miss Lin Er noticed it, but how could such a capable person like the Crown Prince not notice it?

Of course he wouldn't ask, so as not to cause trouble for Prince Jing.

Qi Shuo understood Cheng Maoming's look and took the initiative to explain: "I was ordering food at the time and didn't pay attention to anything else."

A waiter jumped out to testify: "I remember that the prince was ordering food and asked the girl what she wanted to eat."

Cheng Maoming's expression changed from confusion to realization.

It turns out that the prince’s biggest shortcoming is that he is obsessed with his wife!

He couldn't help but glare at the guy.

What evidence is there for this? Maybe he ate too much.

The guy was so scared by the stare that he quickly shut up.

"Then can the prince draw it?" Minister Shen couldn't help but ask again, wondering why General Cheng was staring at a servant at such a critical moment.

"I'll give it a try."

Qi Shuo's answer was gentle and humble, and a look of admiration flashed across Minister Shen's eyes.

There are very few royal family members who are as talented, humble and polite as Prince Jing.

Soon everyone went inside and listened to Lin Hao's description while Qi Shuo sketched out the image of a young man.

Looking at the lifelike portrait, Cheng Maoming couldn't help but admire: "Miss Lin Er has a really good memory."

Qi Shuo paused and looked up at Cheng Maoming.

Cheng Maoming blinked.

Is there something wrong with what he said?

"Okay." Qi Shuo put down his pen and asked casually, "What color is the dress?"

"The man was wearing black."

"This doesn't match." Minister Shen stroked his beard, frowning slightly.

Cheng Maoming didn't think it was a problem: "If a person's face can change, how much more so a piece of clothing."

Minister Shen nodded.

That's true.

Cheng Maoming quickly ordered his men to show the portrait to everyone in the restaurant. Fortunately, one customer also remembered him: "I was calling the waiter to serve the wine when I saw this person walk by, but I didn't pay much attention to him at the time."

What Lin Hao and this drinker said is enough to prove that such a person exists.

Cheng Maoming and Minister Shen immediately ordered their subordinates to search for the person based on the portrait.

Although the portrait provided a clear path to finding the person, it was obviously not possible to find him immediately. Cheng Maoming and Minister Shen went to a secluded place to discuss the matter.

"Jinlin Guard is heavily guarded, so it's safer to lock these people up in Jinlin Guard." Minister Shen kicked the ball as soon as he opened his mouth.

Cheng Maoming said with a forced smile: "Minister Shen is too modest. No one has ever escaped from the Ministry of Justice prison."

The old guy is not good at solving cases, but he is good at getting rid of burdens.

The two men argued for a while, and finally decided to lock up Yang Zhe and others who drank with the prince in Jinlin Guard, and temporarily send the others to the Ministry of Justice prison.

"What about Prince Jing?" Minister Shen asked in a low voice.

Cheng Maoming looked puzzled: "Of course the prince is going back to the palace."

Minister Shen: “…” Then why was he passing the buck just now? Wasn’t it because one of the drinkers, Prince Jing, felt it was a problem?

I didn't expect that General Cheng would be so biased and justified.

Seeing that Minister Shen was silent, Cheng Maoming felt even more puzzled: "Don't say that the prince and Miss Lin have helped us so much, even if there is a problem, how can such a big Jingwang Mansion escape?"

Minister Shen suddenly understood: "The Grand Commander is right."

The order was quickly passed down. When they heard that they were going to be sent to jail, some people cried, some begged, and some were scared silly. The reactions were varied.

Cheng Maoming and Minister Shen went to the palace together to report the investigation results. Other government offices were also busy as people were busy with the arrangements for the prince's funeral.

On the way back, Qi Shuo took Lin Hao's hand apologetically: "Are you hungry?"

Lin Hao shook his head, his expression not looking good: "I was hungry, but now I don't feel hungry anymore."

Once the Crown Prince dies, the situation that had been stabilized by suppressing the news of Princess Lingque's death will be thrown into chaos again, and it is very likely to be a major chaos.

Thinking of this, Lin Hao felt heavy in his heart.

"A Shuo, do you think Yang Zhe is innocent in this matter?"

The sun was already setting, and people were hurrying along the street. Most people were still unaware of the earth-shattering events that had taken place in Wuweizhai.

"What do you think?" Qi Shuo asked back, his calm voice a little low.

The girl walking beside him tilted her head, letting the gentle and sparse sunset shine on her jade-like face: "I just think... it's such a coincidence."

Even if there is another real murderer, how can we guarantee that Yang Zhe will go to the toilet in the middle of drinking?

It’s more of a collaboration than a coincidence.