Jiudeng nodded and then made several gestures.
Suddenly, the old abbot said to Fu Qi, "the key to the warehouse has been handed over to the guard army."
Since the prince was assassinated, the bodyguard immediately turned the whole Guangzhao Temple upside down from inside to outside, including the warehouse. After searching the warehouse, the bodyguard did not return the key.
Fu Qi was still looking at the nine lanterns. He asked tentatively, "can't you speak?"
Nine lights nodded.
Fu Qi turned his head to the bodyguard who followed him and asked, "do you know where the key is?"
The bodyguard replied, "it should be in the hands of deputy commander Wang."
"Take me to him."
"Here."
Fu Qi took two steps, stopped again, turned back to Jiudeng and said, "you go with us."
Jiudeng looked at the old abbot and saw him nod. Jiudeng lifted his heel.
They found deputy commander Wang who was drinking muggy wine.
Deputy commander Wang is responsible for protecting the Empress Dowager and the crown prince who came to Guangzhao temple to pray for blessings. As a deputy commander, he must be responsible for the assassination of the crown prince. Now the emperor is busy finding out the truth and has no time to talk to him for the time being. When things come to an end, he must be punished, ranging from demotion to salary, or losing his official position.
He is in a bad mood now. He has nothing to do, so he drowns his worries by drinking alone.
When he saw Fu Qi coming, he asked Fu Qi to come and have two drinks.
Fu Qi frowned: "deputy commander Wang, this is the pure place of Buddhism. It's not appropriate for you to drink here."
Deputy commander Wang laughed at himself: "I don't know how long I can keep the official title of deputy commander. Where can I manage so much? Make me happy first. "
Seeing his self abandonment, Fu Qi didn't bother to talk to him again and directly asked for the warehouse key.
Deputy commander Wang put a bunch of keys on the table and asked with drunken eyes: "the prince wants to investigate this case?"
"Well, I'll investigate the case with King Ning. If deputy commander Wang has any clues, you can tell us that if you can help us find out the truth, you may be able to make amends."
Deputy commander Wang smiled: "I've led people around the temple for more than ten times. Even the land in the vegetable garden has been planed out by us, but there's still no clue. As I said, there is no need to investigate this case. It is clear that Wei Chen assassinated the crown prince. The witness and material evidence are conclusive. As long as you cut off Wei Chen's head, it will be over. "
Fu Qi picked up the key and said without any fluctuation: "the prince has awakened. He personally testified for Wei Chen. The assassin is not Wei Chen."
Deputy commander Wang was stunned: "the prince is all right?"
"Yes."
Deputy commander Wang was left in Guangzhao temple to guard the more than 200 monks. He didn't go out for a while. He didn't know what was happening outside.
He hurriedly asked, "does the prince have any other clues? Did he see the assassin's face? "
Fu Qi shook his head: "the prince didn't see the assassin's face, but you can see from his figure that the assassin was by no means Wei Chen."
Deputy commander Wang was greatly disappointed.
If only the prince knew what the assassin looked like, he would soon be able to find out the truth and take the opportunity to make a confession.
He poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth: "you have all the keys to Guangzhao temple. You can check it as you want. Good luck."
It seems that he is not going to help.
Fu Qi said to the nine lamps around him.
"Take me to the warehouse."
Jiudeng led the way in front, and Fu Qi walked behind without hurry or slow.
They opened the door of the storehouse with a key.
Fu Qi went in and looked at the neatly placed items in the warehouse and asked, "where are the spices?"
Nine lights opened a box and motioned him to look over.
Fu Qi walked over and saw dozens of spices in the alley.
"Which is sandalwood?"
Jiudeng bent down and took out a cloth bag. When he opened the bag, a strong smell of sandalwood came out.
Fu Qi reached out and grabbed a handful of spices from the bag.
He poked his fingers at the spices and saw nothing unusual.
"Can I take this bag of spices?"
Jiudeng nodded, indicating that it was OK.
Fu Qi put the spices back into the bag. He reached out to pick up the cloth bag, glanced over Jiudeng's right hand and asked coldly.
"Why is your right index finger gone?"
In fact, Fu Qi is not the kind of person who likes gossip. The reason why he asked this question is because he knows that several people have no index finger in their right hand. This is too coincidental. He can't help asking why.
Jiudeng's hands are in midair.
Fu Qi couldn't understand it for a long time. He didn't understand sign language at all.
Jiudeng looked around and saw a large water tank at the door, which was filled with water. These water were used to prevent water from flowing. Similar large water tanks were placed in many places in the temple.
He took out an empty bowl from the corner, scooped out a bowl of water from the water tank, and then returned to the warehouse.
He touched his fingers with water and wrote on the floor.
"The poor monk's index finger was accidentally cut off when cutting firewood."
Fu Qi asked, "what's the matter with you being unable to speak?"
Jiudeng hesitated and wrote a line on the floor.
"Do these have anything to do with the case?"
Fu Qi explained, "I ask so many questions because I know that several people happen to be like you. They also have no index finger in their right hand and can't speak. I thought it was too coincidental and curious, so I asked a few more questions. If you don't want to say anything, you can don't say it. "
Jiudeng Huoran raised his head and stared at Fu Qi with two eyes.
Fu Qi was puzzled by him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Nine lights touched water with their fingers and wrote quickly on the floor.
Because the mood is too excited, the handwriting is a little messy.
"Where are those people?"
Fu Qi looked at the words on the floor and the nine lights in front of him. He thought it wouldn't be so coincidence. Do they really know each other?!
When Jiudeng saw that he didn't speak, he wrote a line on the ground.
"Just tell me where they are and I can give you a clue about the assassin."
Fu Qi frowned: "do you know who the assassin is?"
Jiudeng bowed his head and wrote, "tell me where those people are first?"
"What is your relationship with those people?"
Jiudeng didn't answer.
Fu Qi narrowed his eyes, looked carefully at the monk in front of him, and asked in a deep voice, "since you have a clue, you should report it to the imperial court. Why do you hide the clue deliberately? Does the assassination of the prince have anything to do with you? "
Jiudeng remained silent.
The water on the ground soon dried up and the handwriting disappeared.
After a long time, Fu Qi spoke again.
"Tell me first, are you enemies or friends with those people?"
Jiudeng wrote a word on the ground without hesitation——
"Friends."
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