"What's in the bucket?"
"Water that can preserve the skin and flesh from rotting," Zhou Cong replied. "Many people send in livestock and want to keep their skins intact. They need to soak them in this water to preserve them longer before sending them for processing."
Jiang Zhuo understood.
"Are all the knives here?"
"Yes." Zhou Cong nodded. "If you suspect I've hidden a knife, you can search for me."
Changfeng was about to search, but Jiang Zhuo raised his hand to stop him.
"Mr. Zhou, from now on, please keep the tools you use to slaughter pigs and sheep separate, otherwise they will easily leave a strong smell."
Zhou Cong frowned.
He always cleaned his knife after each use, so how come he didn't smell any mutton? People from the capital were just spoiled.
Jiang Zhuo returned to the inn.
"Sir, what do you say? Should Zhou Cong continue to watch?"
“No need.”
Zhou Cong is a man who is rough but meticulous. All his tools are cleaned and placed in that room, and his boning knives are also placed in sets.
Moreover, his yard is full of fishy smell, and I'm afraid I'll get infected if I stay there for too long.
Moreover, there was no smell of mutton on the skin of those people, so Zhou Cong would not specially burn incense and bathe before killing people.
Simply put, this case has nothing to do with Zhou Cong.
"Master Jiang, Zhang Fanqing wants to see you." The soldier said after a knock on the door. "He said he has something urgent to discuss with you."
"Enter."
Jiang Zhuo picked up the teacup and brought it to his mouth, but frowned and put it down again.
Zhang Fanqing wore a white robe that exuded a simple and elegant sheen. His hair was meticulously combed, lying neatly against his scalp, as if it had been carefully measured.
He wore a small scholar's hat on his head, which just added a touch of elegance. His face was fair and his features were regular, giving him a harmless impression.
But his eyes revealed a desire that a scholar did not have.
"Master Jiang."
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