Chapter 97 No Doubt
Ming Huashang was startled for a moment, glanced at the Imperial College's chief priest, bowed his head and greeted Xie Jichuan, "Thank you, Mr. Xie."
Xie Jichuan sighed softly and walked slowly towards Ming Huashang: "Second sister, we haven't seen each other for just a few days, and you are already so unfamiliar with me?"
Xie Jichuan's words sounded like dissatisfaction and complaints, but his tone was like a coquettish one, making it difficult for people to get angry. How could he still be distant and cold as usual? No one in the Huang family had expected that Xie Jichuan was so familiar with Ming Huashang, and they were all stunned.
Huang Jijiu was a little slow to react. He considered himself a celebrity and had very high standards. He had to associate with famous people. Xie Jichuan was born in the Xie family of Chen County. He was talented and unrestrained. After the news spread that he failed to answer the questions and won the third place in the imperial examination, it did not affect his reputation. said that he met Huang Jijiu's requirements for making friends in all aspects.
Huang Jijiu was very happy to have Xie Jichuan as his guest today. However, he heard his wife bringing in outsiders and opening the courtyard of the unfilial daughter. Huang Jijiu was furious. The people from Jingzhao Prefecture had been pestering him for a long time, and now they had even barged into his house. He insisted on following and even greeted the woman as if no one was around.
Huang Jijiu looked at them in surprise and asked, "Mr. Xie, you..."
Xie Jichuan turned around with a smile and said, "I saw an old friend and got carried away for a moment. I'm sorry to make the chief priest laugh. This is the second lady of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion. I'm even good friends with her brother Jingzhan. She is like my own sister."
Huang Jijiu moved his lips. After Xie Jichuan's words came to this, he couldn't pursue the matter any further for Ming Huashang's intrusion into the Huang family, otherwise he would be giving no face to the Xie family or even the Eastern Palace.
Huang Jijiu couldn't help but glance at Xie Jichuan. There were so many families in the capital, and if you counted them carefully, many of them were relatives. Xie Jichuan was indifferent to his real cousins, so why did he care so much about a friend's sister?
There was a hint of protest in what he said just now, and it was more than just helping his friend's sister to support her waist.
Huang Jijiu gave a false smile and said, "It's Madam Ming. This courtyard of the Huang family has been abandoned for a long time and should have been cleaned up long ago. How can we entertain distinguished guests in such a place? Thank you, Mr. Sheren and Madam Ming, for coming over here."
Xie Jichuan waved his hands and said, "No, I just like staying in this abandoned place. Second sister, what are you doing here?"
Ming Huashang silently rolled up the portrait in her hand and said, "My second brother wanted to visit the chief priest, but unfortunately he was not available. However, the murder case in Chang'an cannot be delayed any longer, so I bravely asked Madam Huang to take me to the mansion to see if anyone knows the news of the murderer."
Huang Jijiu hated to have his "stain" mentioned, but Ming Huashang insisted on exposing it to his face. Madam Huang and the maidservant held their handkerchiefs tightly, looking at Huang Jijiu's face in fear.
Huang Jijiu's expression was indeed very unhappy, but Ming Huashang was not afraid. She was an outsider, and Huang Jijiu could not do anything to her, but after sending her away, Madam Huang and the maid would definitely be punished.
The incident was caused by her, Ming Huachang should take the blame for her own actions, and she cannot push the price onto Madam Huang. She wanted to expose Huang Jijiu's hypocrisy in person and put such a big hat on him for delaying the case to see if he dared to act. If he didn't dare to take such a big crime, there would be no reason to punish Madam Huang.
Sure enough, after she finished speaking, Huang Jijiu's face darkened, but he didn't dare to get angry like before. Xie Jichuan glanced at Ming Huashang calmly, still smiling, "Did you ask, sister?"
“Still asking.”
"I'll accompany my sister." After Xie Jichuan finished speaking, Huang Jijiu frowned fiercely. He was about to interrupt, but Xie Jichuan said lightly, "Your Majesty has ordered the Crown Prince to supervise this case. If the case is not solved before the end of the year, not only Jingzhao Prefecture, but also the Eastern Palace, the Ministry of Justice, and the Dali Temple will all be implicated. As the Crown Prince's attendant, I should share the worry for Your Highness."
Xie Jichuan's words stopped all Huang Jijiu's objections. No matter how arrogant he was, he was just a Jijiu of the Imperial Academy with no power. How could he dare to offend half of the powerful officials in the court? Huang Jijiu could only hold back his displeasure and pretended to say, "Of course, it is our duty as a subject to share the king's worries. Madam..."
Madam Huang was stunned for a moment and asked, "What do you want, sir?"
"Call everyone here for me to question. Please cooperate with me in whatever I need or want to ask."
Madam Huang glanced at him silently, lowered her eyes and replied meekly, "Yes."
With the approval of Huang Jijiu, the head of the family, Ming Huashang finally didn't have to hide her identity anymore. She asked several maids to sketch out Yuyan's appearance bit by bit.
Yuyan was Huang Caiwei's personal maid. Four years ago, she followed Huang Caiwei to Qingshan Temple to burn incense and was killed by the murderer. Huang Caiwei was the daughter of the Imperial College's chief priest, and Yuyan was just a little maid. Everyone, including the Jingzhao Prefecture, was indifferent to her death. The whole case was named the Huang Caiwei case, and the relevant files were as many as six volumes, but the part about Yuyan was less than one page.
It was only from the words of the servants in the Huang mansion that Ming Huashang vaguely glimpsed the fifteen-year-old girl who was just as young and lovely but was overshadowed by the aura of the young lady because of her difference in social status.
Ming Huachang spent a long time revising her drawings, but she was still not satisfied with them. She threw away another page of scraps and sighed, "Drawing is so difficult."
Xie Jichuan stood beside him with his arms folded, and asked coldly, "Really? You call that a painting?"
When it comes to ridiculing people, no one can beat Xie Jichuan. Ming Huashang glared at him unhappily and said, "If you can do it, then come on?"
Xie Jichuan sneered and walked over seriously: "Get out of the way."
Ming Huachang clenched his fists, but thinking that he could go home earlier if he finished the work earlier, he still forced a smile, put the stool in place attentively, and handed the pen to Xie Jichuan: "Thank you, brother."
When Ming Huashang asked the question, Xie Jichuan was listening beside her. In addition, he was forced to look at several horrible "drafts", and his mind had already sketched out the composition unconsciously. Ming Huashang thought that Xie Jichuan, who was so obsessed with cleanliness, would definitely disdain to use her pen, but he took it without saying a word and sketched out a soft and tender face with just two strokes.
He painted very quickly, and the outline of a woman quickly appeared on the paper. Ming Huashang stood by and watched, and had to admit that Xie Jichuan had the capital to be arrogant, because the portrait he painted completely matched the image of Swift in her mind.
In a flash, the portrait of the swift was finished. Xie Jichuan put down his pen, and although he didn't say a word, his every move showed "look how awesome I am".
Ming Huashang was the best at dealing with this kind of people. She immediately smiled sweetly and praised him: "Xie Axiong, you are amazing. You are worthy of being a Jinshi who can pass the exam without finishing the test paper. You are good at learning, writing, and even playing chess, calligraphy and painting. Is there anything in the world that you can't do? Here is another picture, but I can't draw it well. Can you help me correct it?"
Xie Jichuan, who usually looked down upon public painting and never left his mark on the world, inexplicably picked up his brush and repainted the portrait of Huang Caiwei that Ming Huashang had painted. This time, not only was the portrait similar in spirit, but its appearance was also almost lifelike.
Mrs. Huang couldn't believe it when she saw it. Ming Huashang saw that Mrs. Huang was staring at the portrait, so she said, "Madam, please accept my condolences. I will send this picture to you after the case is over. It will be a keepsake for you."
Mrs. Huang's eyes were moistened and she almost cried: "Thank you."
Xie Jichuan raised his eyebrows and pulled Ming Huashang's sleeve with a cold face. Ming Huashang looked back and glared at him secretly, still comforting Madam Huang in a soft voice: "Madam, don't worry, we will definitely catch the murderer and bring justice to Caiwei and Yuyan."
Mrs. Huang thanked him repeatedly and personally escorted them to the second gate. After they came out, Xie Jichuan endured all the way and finally said quietly: "That's my painting. Who told you to give it away?"
"Mrs. Huang lost her beloved daughter, so let's leave it to her as a memory." Ming Huashang's tone was sincere, but in fact, she was praising him without any intention, "Who told you to paint so well? You know the universe is so vast, and you still pity the green grass and trees. I believe Mr. Xie must have such a broad mind."
Xie Jichuan paused in his objection, and actually thought that it was no big deal to accidentally leave a painting outside. He paused for a moment, sneered, and said, "Why, now that you've used it up, you're calling it an official title?"
Ming Huashang was speechless, and smiled patiently: "Isn't this to show my admiration for you? If Brother Xie doesn't like it, then I will change it back."
Xie Jichuan and Ming Huashang were talking when they reached the gate of Huang's mansion. In order to conceal her identity, Ming Huashang came here in Madam Huang's carriage. Now she had to wait for the driver to drive her carriage over from the East Market.
Ming Huashang was just about to say goodbye to Xie Jichuan. She was waiting for a bus here with Zhaocai. Suddenly, a long wind blew by, and the withered yellow leaves were blown into the air, fluttering like thousands of butterflies. Ming Huashang stepped out of the door and instinctively looked up, just in time to bump into the oncoming person.
He was wearing a crimson round-necked robe and a black cloak, and he walked up the stairs. At this moment, the sky seemed to be twilight, and the twilight seemed to have painted a layer of cold tones on him, cold and heavy, charming and solemn.
He raised his eyes, not a moment too early, not a moment too late, and met the gaze of Ming Huashang and Xie Jichuan.
The three of them were stunned for a moment. Ming Huazhang stopped walking. At this time, the attendant behind him caught up with him and said, "Second Master, wait a minute. The Second Lady left a letter. It should be fine. If you break into the residence of the chief priest, you may be impeached..."
He ran closer and saw the figure on the steps clearly. He almost bit his tongue: "Second... Second Madam?"
The wind on the street seemed to have been stopped. Ming Huashang was surprised for a moment, but she was the first to move. She ran down the stairs in surprise: "Second brother, why are you here?"
Ming Huazhang stretched out his hand from under his cloak, his fingers against the dark background looked particularly slender and beautiful. He took Ming Huachang, glanced at Xie Jichuan silently, and said calmly: "When I returned home and learned that you were not there, I immediately sent someone to look for you. You are really capable of doing things. I went to the East Market first and asked the shopkeeper there, and then I learned that you came to the residence of the chief priest."
Ming Huashang knew she was in the wrong and smiled guiltily. She hadn't expected to stay so late, nor had she thought Ming Huazhang would return home early today. Unfortunately, if she had been half an hour later, she could have covered up everything.
She was thinking about how she was going to make excuses when she got back home... No, explanation, while she said nonchalantly, "I ran into Madam Huang in the East Market today, and we got along really well, so I came to visit the Huang Mansion, and by chance Brother Xie was there too. Thank you so much for helping me paint my portrait, otherwise, I would have been in trouble for a long time."
Xie Jichuan and Ming Huazhang looked at each other, and it seemed as if something was passing through the air. Ming Huazhang smiled, held Ming Huachang's hand tightly, and said, "I see, that's how it is. Thank you very much."
Xie Jichuan also smiled and said, "It is my duty to help my second sister. Second sister, you said before that you found something very important. What is it?"
Ming Huashang couldn't think of when she had said this before, so she asked subconsciously, "I've said so many things before, I can't remember them all. What are you talking about?"
Xie Jichuan smiled and said tactfully, "You forgot about the murderer."
Ming Huashang felt that Ming Huazhang's hand was a little too strong, and it felt cool around her wrist. Ming Huashang struggled, but not only did she not get rid of it, the shackles seemed to get tighter. Ming Huashang shrank her shoulders silently and said, "It's hard to explain right away. It's a bit cold here. Why don't we go back home and talk?"
Both of them noticed that Ming Huachang was cold, and before Xie Jichuan could say anything, Ming Huazhang had already taken off his cloak and covered Ming Huachang with it. Ming Huachang only felt a weight on her shoulders, and her whole body fell into the cold and steady fragrance of pine and cypress.
This is the scent that Ming Huazhang usually uses. Just like him, gentle and strong, seemingly low-key, but actually relaxed and unmoved, his expression remains unchanged even in the cold weather.
While Ming Huachang was stunned, Ming Huazhang spoke calmly: "Thank you for taking care of her today. It just so happens that I have something to report to the Crown Prince. Why don't we come to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion to discuss it?"
Xie Jichuan also smiled happily, as if meeting an old friend: "Great, since I came to Chang'an, I have never been to your residence, so it's a good opportunity to go and take a look today."
Ming Huashang looked around and silently tightened her belt. Was it her illusion? Why did she feel that the atmosphere was weird?
Ming Huazhang brought Ming Huashang's carriage with him. Ming Huashang got in the carriage, and Ming Huazhang and Xie Jichuan rode horses, following her carriage one in front and one behind. After Ming Huashang sat in the carriage, she realized that she was still wearing Ming Huazhang's cloak, and she quickly stuck her head out of the window: "Second brother, wait, your clothes!"
Ming Huazhang glanced at them and said instinctively, "No, just wear them. Be careful not to catch a cold."
"How can that be? I'm in the carriage, how can I catch a cold?" Ming Huashang didn't care about him. She signaled the coachman to move the carriage forward and put the cloak on him.
There was some distance between the carriage and Ming Huazhang's horse, and Ming Huachang had to lean out half of her body to tie the belt. Seeing this, Ming Huazhang could only ride his horse closer and let her torment him on his neck.
Xie Jichuan got on the horse first. The horse was familiar with its master's habits and immediately trotted away. But he did not hear the sound of hooves behind him. Xie Jichuan pulled the reins and turned around, just in time to see Ming Huashang tying Ming Huazhang's clothes.
She leaned her upper body almost out of the window, conscientiously tying the reins for Ming Huazhang. Ming Huazhang looked resigned and helpless, holding the reins with one hand and loosely holding her waist with the other to help her support herself.
The two of them were so close, but no one seemed to notice. Even the servants on both sides looked as if they were used to it.
Ming Huachang tied two knots firmly on Ming Huazhang's cloak to ensure that it would not be blown off during the journey, and then she was satisfied and stopped. Ming Huazhang helped her sit back in the carriage, and quietly loosened the tie that was a little tight around her throat, and then said, "Sit tight, we're going home."
The night was dark and the late autumn was chilly, but these words seemed to carry a different kind of warmth. Ming Huashang smiled, her eyes sparkling with stars: "Okay."
In the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, the servants were not surprised that the Second Young Master came home late, and they could accept that the Second Lady came with him, but they really didn't expect that the Young Master would bring guests back so late. After a while, the three of them sat in Qinghui Courtyard. Xie Jichuan took a sip of the agarwood drink and looked at the clear soup thoughtfully: "The taste of this drink seems to be different from that in the world."
"It's different." Ming Huashang said, "I modified this recipe myself after I bought it. My second brother doesn't like the taste of cinnamon, so I deliberately removed the cinnamon and added herbal fragrance."
Ming Huazhang was calm and composed, drinking the agarwood drink leisurely. Xie Jichuan looked at him and for some reason couldn't help but say, "Jingzhan, you used to be very self-disciplined, and you tried everything only once, never indulged yourself, and never indulged yourself in greed. Why do you even want to drink specially made drinks now?"
Ming Huashang choked and looked at Ming Huazhang in disbelief. Oh my God, could second brother be so cruel to me?
Ming Huazhang calmly put down the cup and picked up a handkerchief to wipe his hands in the sight of the two people, and said calmly: "People's ideas will change. I now feel that there are some bottom lines that cannot be violated, and there are other lines that you don't need to embarrass yourself with."
Ming Huazhang and Xie Jichuan's eyes met, and there seemed to be a complex meaning flowing in their eyes, and Ming Huashang's gaze involuntarily fell on his hand.
It is slender and well-proportioned, with distinct joints, and it looks really good.
Ming Huachang's lowering of her head was so obvious that both Ming Huazhang and Xie Jichuan noticed it. Ming Huazhang realized that she was looking at his hands, and suddenly remembered that many people had said before that his hands were very beautiful.
Ming Huazhang naturally didn't care. His face and hands were given by his parents, destined by nature, and he didn't need to cling to them. Morality was what a gentleman should pursue, and caring about appearance was too superficial. But at this moment, he wiped his hands for an unknown period of time, so long that Xie Jichuan snorted softly across from him.
Ming Huashang realized that she had been staring at her brother's hands. She felt deeply ashamed and hurriedly brought water, saying, "Second brother is right. To put it bluntly, people should live for themselves and do whatever makes them feel comfortable. Brother Xie's hands are also beautiful. I was thinking of this when I was painting just now. The way you hold the brush is especially beautiful."
Yes, Xie Jichuan also has a pair of beautiful hands, and the word "也" written by Ming Huashang is very spiritual.
Xie Jichuan couldn't help but smile, and sure enough, he saw Ming Huazhang's face turn cold. With some malicious thoughts in mind, Xie Jichuan deliberately asked, "Second sister, who do you think has the most beautiful hands among all the people you have seen?"
Ming Huashang was stunned, obviously she didn't expect Xie Jichuan to be so competitive. She glanced at her brother who was sitting upright and seemed to be unconcerned, and then looked at Xie Jichuan who was smiling and fair on the outside but dark on the inside. Her brain was working rapidly, and finally a light bulb went off in her head: "Sister Ren has beautiful hands. Oh, and Sister Su also has beautiful hands."
The atmosphere in the room seemed to stagnate slightly. Ming Huazhang silently folded the handkerchief and put it away. Obviously, he didn't want to continue this topic at all. Ming Huazhang asked: "What did you find in Huang's house today?"
Ming Huashang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally he could speak freely. Ming Huashang immediately stood up, ran to the desk to take out the portrait, and ran back to spread them out in front of Ming Huazhang and Xie Jichuan one by one: "Second brother, Brother Xie, what did you see?"
The two men sat separately, Ming Huazhang sitting straight as a pine tree, Xie Jichuan resting his chin in a leisurely manner, both of them were silent. Ming Huachang waited expectantly for a while, and finally found that their eyes did not seem to be on the portrait.
To be precise, it is not on the person depicted in the portrait.
Xie Jichuan smiled and said, "Jingzhan's brushwork has improved again. This portrait is lifelike, just like the real person."
Ming Huazhang also said: "Your painting style is not bad, no wonder Shang Shang said you look good when you hold the pen."
Ming Huashang lowered her head and realized that, in comparison with the reference objects, the portrait she had painted was particularly ugly, while the paintings by Ming Huazhang and Xie Jichuan were beautiful in their own ways.
Ming Huashang was silent for a moment, gave up letting them guess, and announced the conclusion directly: "Among these four portraits, Huang Caiwei is bold and Chu Jun is charming. Only Huang Caiwei's maid Yuyan and Cheng Siyue, the third lady of the Chengguo Mansion who was just murdered, have the same appearance type. They all look gentle and well-behaved, a kind of harmless and non-aggressive beauty, and they give people the feeling that they are younger than their actual age."
Ming Huazhang kept looking at her seriously, and Xie Jichuan sat up straight unconsciously. Ming Huachang placed the portraits of Yuyan and Cheng Siyue side by side, with Huang Caiwei half pressed underneath, and only Chu Jun's portrait was pushed aside.
After Ming Huashang classified the portraits, she continued, "So I guess that in the Huang Caiwei case, the murderer's target was not Huang Caiwei at all, but Yuyan. It's just that Yuyan was a maid and couldn't move freely. In order to keep the secret, the murderer had to kill Huang Caiwei. Huang Caiwei was spoiled by her family and had a slightly arrogant personality. Not to mention Chu Jun, who was very different from the well-behaved little girl that the murderer liked. Therefore, I suspect that Chu Jun was copied by someone else and was not the work of a serial killer."
Ming Huazhang kept his eyes calm and didn't say anything. Xie Jichuan thought for a moment and asked, "You mean, the Chu Jun case has nothing to do with the serial murder case, and the murderers are not accomplices or collaborators. It's even possible that the murderers in these two cases don't know each other at all?"
"Yes." Ming Huashang said decisively, "We have to find at least two murderers."
This conclusion can be said to be very serious. Now the murder case has alarmed the empress. Officials from the Eastern Palace, the Ministry of Justice, the Dali Temple, the Yushitai, and the Jingzhao Prefecture are all watching this case. If the judgment is wrong, the direction of the investigation will be deviated and time will be wasted. This will cause all officials to be reprimanded by the empress, and Ming Huazhang may even end his career.
Ming Huashang also knew that her words carried a heavy responsibility. Her unfounded words affected the promotion and demotion of countless people. But she still insisted on finishing her judgment: "Now I will draw preliminary portraits of the murderers in the two cases. I will start with the simple one, the Chu Jun case."
"The murderer is a man, aged between 25 and 40, with a brutal temperament and violent behavior. He has never been to school or served in the army. He has been a troublemaker since he was young and may have been in prison, leaving a criminal record with the government. He is unmarried and often hangs out in red-light districts. He is very mobile and unstable, a desperate criminal. In other words, he may have committed a crime in another place and fled to Chang'an."
Ming Huazhang and Xie Jichuan did not say anything, and they were more in agreement with this judgment. Since they had no objection, Ming Huachang continued, "Serial murder cases are more complicated. Now there is no record of the initial female beggar case, so it is difficult for me to judge. I can only draw a most general range. This murderer is the opposite of the Chu Jun case. He is well educated, gentle and refined, and he should be living a good life now. Because I don't know the situation of the first case, I dare not hastily judge his age, but I can be sure that he likes girls between the ages of fourteen and sixteen. The weaker and more harmless, the better. He knew the four dead people, the female beggar, Huang Caiwei, Yuyan, and Cheng Siyue, and even had a good relationship with them. It's hard to say what the female beggar's personality is, but Cheng Siyue and Yuyan are both good girls, especially Yuyan, she is a maid, and only acquaintances who often come and go can come into contact with her, so the murderer must be someone who comes and goes with the Huang Mansion and the Chengguo Mansion. He lived near the Pudu Temple four years ago, and now lives in Chang'an City. "
Ming Huazhang raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "How did you come up with the last point?"
"Because I found that his killing mark changed from taking tibia bones to taking finger bones. I still don't know what he did with the bones, but peeling off finger bones requires a much smaller area than tibia bones, and it won't bleed so much. So I It is suspected that he lives in Chang'an and cannot pour out a large amount of blood without attracting attention, so he can only do the next best thing and replace the tibia with the phalanx. "
If Ming Huashang's judgment is true, this range can help them eliminate a lot of useless work. However, is this portrait accurate?
Xie Jichuan leaned against the table and said nothing. He went to the Huang Mansion today at the invitation of Huang Jijiu, but he also wanted to warn Huang Jijiu on behalf of the crown prince. Ming Huazhang was involved, and even the crown prince was forced to bear the responsibility of supervision. If Ming Huazhang did not solve the case, the Li family's power, which had been hard to rise, would be pulled down again.
So after seeing Ming Huashang in Huang's house, Xie Jichuan took the opportunity to speak for her. But it seems that Ming Huashang doesn't need it. Xie Jichuan dares to say that even if he is not there today, she can still get away unscathed and get the clue.
There were no suspects in the previous Tianxianglou case, but this time there are too many suspects. When choosing between Yuqiong and the madam, Xie Jichuan made the wrong choice, while Ming Huashang was right. Can she be right this time?
The lights popped and no one spoke in the room, waiting for Ming Huazhang's decision.
Ming Huazhang concentrated on thinking for a while, and when he spoke, his voice was calm and steady: "According to the portrait, starting from tomorrow, the troops will be divided into two groups. One group will investigate the Chu Jun case. I will send people to monitor outside the brothel and check the guests that Chu Jun has contacted. Although she is a brothel girl, I was able to let her leave without conflict outside the city. At least she has seen her, or even she is her guest. The other group will investigate the real serial murder case. Although there are many suspects along the way, there are not many who meet all of Shang Shang's portraits at the same time."
Ming Huachang breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling relieved. These days, it seemed like an invisible weight was weighing on her shoulders. Ming Huachang had no appetite, could not sleep at night, and thought about the murderer all day. Now that the preliminary portrait was completed, she had nothing to do next. After Ming Huazhang found new clues, she would complete the portrait.
Xie Jichuan glanced at Ming Huazhang and asked, "Have you thought it through? His Majesty wants to see the result before the end of the year. What if there is something wrong with this portrait and the real murderer is missed?"
Ming Huazhang certainly understood, no one knew the risks better than him. However, he still sat upright, his eyes were bright, and he said, "Don't employ someone if you doubt him, and don't doubt someone if you employ him. I believe her."
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