Chapter 133 An old case from 3 years ago
Chapter 133 An old case thirteen years ago
Early morning, Zhao's house, in the bedroom.
"Huh." When Zhao Duan opened his eyelids and woke up suddenly, he couldn't help but shudder and cursed in his heart:
"Old Xu is going too far!"
Last night, he followed Dayu Taizu deep into the snowfield in his visualization and unfortunately encountered a storm. Faced with the terrifying might of heaven, Zhao Duan wanted to dig a hole and hide there.
Old Xu, without even looking back, took a step forward and dived into the storm. Zhao Duan had no choice but to follow him and was almost frozen into an ice sculpture.
The only way is to end the visualization early and take a breath by "going offline".
As a result, I dreamed of being cold in the second half of the night.
Zhao Duan got up after rubbing his sleepy eyes, and was relieved to find that he was finally not sweating this time - the ice basin in the room had melted into water.
Arrived at the dining room.
My aunt and younger sister had also finished washing up, and the three of them sat down together and ate buns.
"Hey, are you here for dinner today?"
Zhao Duan looked at the girl in surprise.
Zhao Pan, who inherited her mother's beauty and was pretty, had her makeup free and her hair was wet. She was surprisingly docile in the face of his teasing.
This made Zhao Duan a little disappointed. He felt that his life was missing something fun if he didn't bully this cheap girl.
"Dalang, take your medicine."
Eugene Hua stood up and presented a bowl of freshly prepared nourishing medicinal soup with both hands.
The beautiful stepmother simply wore her hair in a bun today, looking very homely, with a gentle smile on her face.
"...Can I not drink it?"
Zhao Duan's smile disappeared and he felt extremely resistant psychologically.
Eugene looked like a little woman who had done something wrong and bit her lip:
"Is it not to Dalang's taste? Auntie saw that you have been very tired recently, so she cooked some tonic..."
No... Mainly because there’s a “Jin” in your name... Zhao Duan sighed.
He took the bowl of soup with his big hands and drank it all in one gulp.
Eugene Hua smiled like an aunt and served him meal attentively. Zhao Pan also looked unusually well-behaved and gentle.
The warm dining scene in an ordinary family seemed to be the first time in history in the Zhao family.
"Da Lang, what kind of sachet do you like?"
When they were almost done eating, Eugene Hua suddenly asked.
Zhao Duan was stunned: "What does Auntie mean?"
The beautiful woman smiled and said:
"Da Lang is very busy with official duties, maybe he forgot? In a few days, it will be the Qiqiao Festival."
Qiqiao Festival...Dayu also has this festival.
However, there is no story about Magpie Bridge in this world. During the Qiqiao Festival, women often gather together to eat, drink, admire the moon and compare needlework.
According to Dayu customs, women in the family have to sew sachets for their men to demonstrate their craftsmanship skills, and the men will symbolically give them some jewelry in return.
There is only one male in the Zhao family, and he is not married yet.
So Eugene Hua is already preparing to sew sachets for her stepson.
"Oh, I'm fine with either."
Zhao Duan is not picky. After all, in his previous life, he bought clothes using shopping apps, which sorted by sales volume. He smiled and said:
"I like everything my aunt picked."
Eugene Hua had no resistance to such words. She was so moved that she laughed and cried at the same time.
Oops...forgot to maintain my character...
Zhao Duan frowned, dropped his bowl and chopsticks, and left as if escaping.
……
After meal.
Eugene Hua was overjoyed and happily pulled her daughter to choose patterns from a picture album in the room. On the table was the newly bought colorful thread.
"What do you think of this? It's bright and beautiful, and it suits your brother very well. But it's a bit too flashy and not steady enough."
"This one is better. It's grand and official. It also implies a meteoric rise to fame. Unfortunately, it's too old-fashioned."
"What about this one? What about this one? Hey, you silly girl, I asked you to help me choose, why don't you say something?"
A girl with a plain face and as pretty as a lotus in clear water is sitting on a round stool.
Looking at her mother beside her, her autumn-water eyes were fixed on the sewing box on the table. When she heard her mother calling, she came back to her senses. The girl who was usually taciturn and at odds with Zhao Duan suddenly said:
"Mom, why don't you sew one of each style?"
Eugene poked her forehead helplessly:
"A woman can only deliver one child. Besides, there are only a few days left. Do you want to tire yourself to death?"
Zhao Pan said gloomily, "I can also sew one for him."
Eugene Hua was stunned, suspecting that her daughter had changed her personality.
……
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Doorstep.
The coachman Xiao Wang was already waiting. After investigation, he found that the ambush that day had nothing to do with him.
After waking up from a coma that day, the coachman was shocked to learn that Zhao Duan had killed the swordsman Gao Li in the mortal realm. Even the look in his eyes when he looked at his boss had a hint of admiration.
"Let's go." Zhao Duan got into the car carelessly and gave instructions.
The carriage rumbled away, but today it did not go to the imperial court or the Baima Prison.
After crossing four streets, they arrived at a teahouse. Zhao Duan told Xiao Wang to wait downstairs while he went upstairs.
Successfully saw two figures at a square table by the upstairs window.
"Haha, sorry for the long wait."
Zhao Duan greeted him with a smile, then walked over slowly and sat down.
Sitting next to the square table were Zhang Han, the head of the Peony Hall, and Haitang, the head of the Narcissus Hall.
Today, the two police officers were not wearing uniforms. Like Zhao Duan, they were dressed in plain clothes and were sitting and waiting.
Haitang, who had a high ponytail, long legs, and a heroic appearance, and was known for her intelligence, rolled her eyes, threw away the melon seed shell in her hand, and said indifferently:
"Zhao Jisi is really punctual. He doesn't even come a little early."
Two days have passed since the assassination.
Although Zhao Duan received the mission from the empress, he did not act in a hurry. Instead, he waited for two days to allow the Dali Temple to relax its vigilance.
The empress also informed Ma Yan about the search for evidence against the Dali Temple Minister and ordered him to assist Zhao Duan and provide him with necessary help.
Ma Yan simply sent two detectives to serve as Zhao Duan's assistants.
——Let the Shenzhang Realm Jisi, which is currently ranked in the top two among the Nine Halls, help Zhao Duan. The cards are fully stacked.
This means that Zhao Duan, the leader of the Lihua Hall, can mobilize as many troops as three halls.
And they are the most elite group of people in the imperial court.
The nickname "Little King of Hell" is becoming more and more true.
Zhao Duan laughed and grabbed a handful of melon seeds from Haitang.
Ignoring the female warrior's rolling eyes, he said with a smile:
"There's no rush to investigate the case. The key is to get things done right. How's that? Did you get the information I asked you to investigate?"
Zhang Han, the "King of Papers" who is ranked first among the nine halls and has a fair complexion, sits upright at the table with a focused attitude as if he were attending a meeting.
Hearing this, he placed a file on the table and said calmly:
"This is the most likely thing we can use to find evidence against Zhou Cheng after our screening."
That's right!
The first task Zhao Duan gave them was to use the Zhaoya’s intelligence network to find Zhou Cheng’s flaws.
In this way, we can find a breakthrough to tear open the golden body of this third-rank official.
"That's it?"
Zhao Duan raised his hand and pressed it, feeling the thickness of the file bag, and was a little disappointed:
"I thought that such a big shot who has been in the political arena for many years would have a lot of black spots."
Although he expressed disdain, Zhao Duan still trusted the "professional level" of his two colleagues.
He immediately opened the paper bag, took out the information inside and looked through it.
Haitang said "Puh" and spat out two pieces of melon seed shells, not bothering to explain.
I thought to myself, do you think everyone is like you? If you want to deal with someone, all you have to do is sell out a teammate?
We good people don’t have the same unique conditions as you.
At this time, Zhao Duan also glanced over the old information and raised his eyebrows:
"An old case from thirteen years ago? What does this have to do with Zhou Cheng?"
(End of this chapter)