The door opened with a creak.
Jiang Ling looked at him puzzledly and asked, "What's wrong with San'er? But that Taoist Zhang is not honest. He came in and said it was cold outside."
Jiang Sheng came in and sat down. He poured himself a cup of tea and sipped it, saying softly, "It's not that he's dishonest. On the contrary, he's too honest. He's not what I imagined."
He simply recounted what happened during the day and whispered, "Brother, I think this can be put to use. Since fortune-telling is so powerful, why can't we use it to solve cases?"
"This isn't more powerful than a coroner. It can also intimidate those behind the scenes and stop doing those little tricks."
“……!!”
Jiang Ling pondered for a moment and said, "I have always thought that those were just charlatans. I wonder if there are really people so powerful that can tell fortunes so accurately."
"In cases that last ten years, the victim's remains are always found."
"Well, Yang Er has been following us the whole time, so there must be nothing wrong with him. Even if there is a problem, it's okay. It's reasonable to feed him and ask him to work."
Jiang Sheng narrowed his eyes and smiled calmly: "It's just right that those unjust, false and wrong cases have been uncovered. It's not bad to let him do some work. It would be a pity to keep him unused for nothing."
Jiang Ling burst out laughing: "Haha, I didn't expect San'er to become more thoughtful after this trip."
"Growing up is good. I'll take care of this matter for you, brother. If you don't use it, you're a fool."
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After reading the storybook, Taoist Zhang lay down to sleep. His nose suddenly felt itchy for some reason and he sneezed several times before the itching stopped.
He muttered, "Who's talking about me again? Could it be His Majesty? I don't know when that damned vixen, the Imperial Master, will come. He's really haunting me and is so annoying."
I closed my eyes and muttered to myself for a while, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.
There was a bang on the door, and Taoist Zhang was woken up. He sat up and looked over with a face full of resentment: "Who is it? Why are you not letting me sleep so early in the morning? It's so annoying."
Yang Er listened to the mumbling inside and kicked the door open: "Master, you are awake, get up early, wash up and go to the government office."
"...Why should I go to the government office?"
"You'll know when you get there. Taoist priest, you don't need money to eat, drink, defecate and urinate here. You should do some work to pay off your debt. After all, my master has put a lot of thought into hiding your whereabouts."
Taoist Zhang thought of Emperor Gan's secret order and couldn't help shuddering. If he was caught and taken back, he would definitely not have a good end. It would be better for him to stay here. It was just some work, so he could do it.
After washing up, he was taken to the yamen. Looking at the corpses in the yard, his eyes were filled with confusion: "Brother Yang, can you tell me now why you sent me here?"
Yang Er ignored him and said, "Sir, this is the person the Major General sent to help solve the case. Zhang Da's case was solved thanks to the Taoist priest."
“…?”
The middle-aged man hurried forward upon hearing this and said enthusiastically, "Okay, then I'll trouble you from now on, Taoist Priest. There are a few corpses here, Taoist Priest, come over and count them."
Taoist Zhang had a wooden face and his eyes were full of disbelief.
"Brother Yang, you, you asked me to tell fortunes for a corpse, isn't that a bit too much?"
"I am a distinguished guest of the Marquis' Mansion. Why should I be unlucky to come into contact with these corpses? I will never count it as such."
Yang Er looked at him expressionlessly: "If that's not the case, then from now on, Taoist Priest, please take care of your own food and accommodation. The Marquis' Mansion doesn't support idlers."
Taoist Zhang's eyes widened with anger, and he said angrily: "It was the Third Young Master who asked me to come here. How can you force me to work now? When I was in the capital, I was also..."
"That's nothing. My son brought you here on his way. If you don't want to, I can send you back to the capital now."
He stared blankly. What kind of place could that be? He would be imprisoned there and would never be able to escape. He felt so depressed. He had never felt so depressed before.
Seeing him like this, Yang Er softened his tone a little: "Master, here you have good food, good accommodation and people to serve you. You should do some work, right? This is your old profession, so why not?"
The prefect coughed lightly and echoed, "Master, even if you can calculate it, if you really can't, then don't count it."
"Humph, that's more like it. He's much more talkative than you."
After glaring at Yang Er, Taoist Zhang turned and walked over.
He raised his chin and said proudly, "Give me my birth date and horoscope. I want to calculate the fortune for the deceased. Please tell me first that I can calculate it, but don't come to me to solve the case."
The prefect smiled like Amitabha Buddha and said in a very good manner: "Okay, Taoist Priest, please come this way."
After a moment, looking at the cause of death written on the paper, the prefect narrowed his eyes and said nothing for a while.
The coroner stood aside and took a look, then whispered, "Sir, is there something wrong with this? He clearly drowned, but why did the Taoist priest say he was pushed into the river and killed?"
"And that guy was clearly poisoned by arsenic, but the Taoist priest said it was suicide. How could this person poison himself? It doesn't make sense. There must be something wrong."
When Taoist Zhang heard this, he walked over and bumped into the coroner.
He said angrily, "Nonsense, this woman has a blood-red disease that is very difficult to treat. If she continues, her son's family will be dragged down, so she is thinking of ending her life."
"Hanging would make the son blame himself. Poisoning him bit by bit, and dying without him knowing would be a relief. This is the guilt a mother has to feel towards her son. Do you understand?"
The coroner met her eyes and said stubbornly, "Impossible! Her daughter-in-law must have been disgusted with her and poisoned her. Everything depends on the evidence. Fortune-telling can never be so accurate."
Upon hearing this, Taoist Zhang was furious and glared at him, "What do you mean? If you don't believe me, you can go to the pharmacy and check. You'll know who bought the arsenic."
"No need to ramble on here. If this woman bought it, it means she wanted to commit suicide, understand?"
The prefect nodded secretly, clapped his hands and asked someone to investigate.
Taoist Zhang's stomach started to rumble. He pressed his stomach, feeling a little embarrassed. He glared at Yang Er from time to time, saying that he had dragged him here so early in the morning and had not had time to eat.
"Someone, bring some food to Taoist Master Zhang."
"Hmm? Thank you, sir."
Yang Er glanced at him, and a look of anticipation flashed across his eyes. Not letting him eat was for his own good, otherwise he would vomit when he saw the rotten corpse, and all the food would be in vain.
Taoist Zhang ate cakes happily, and after eating, he strolled in the yard. A foul smell wafted over, and when he looked in the direction, he saw a coffin inside.
He covered his nose and backed away, wanting to leave. The coroner came over and said with a half-smile: "Master, if you are so powerful, why don't you also take a look at this person inside? The person is so rotten that you can't even see his face."
"I can't find my family because I don't know my identity. The Taoist priest is so good at fortune-telling, I wonder if he can read bones and tell people's fortunes."
Taoist Zhang sneered: "Of course I can, but why should I listen to you? Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you tell me to do something for you? Go away."
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