Chapter 19 The most poisonous woman’s heart
In the living room of the teahouse, there were human skeletons in the excavated pit.

Wu Song couldn't help but look at Manager Li, as if to say, "You're playing too big a game. How much benefit did you receive from Ximen Qing?"
Li Guanshi saw that his eyes were not right, and hurriedly explained: "Captain Wu, bones were dug out here, and they look very old. I wonder if it is related to Wang Po. We must report the favor as soon as possible."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

It was only after Wu Song heard the reminder from Manager Li that he noticed the condition of the soil and the bones.

After a preliminary analysis of the scene, it did not look like someone had arranged it in advance. So he sent someone back to the county government to report the news, while at the same time ordering people to continue the excavation and seal off Wang Po's Teahouse.

Manager Li had been planning to frame someone. He had just taken advantage of the time when everyone was digging to drop a packet of arsenic under Wang Po's bed, intending to guide the yamen runners to find it, but he did not expect to make an unexpected discovery.

The most surprised person at the scene was undoubtedly Yang Chang, whose eyes were as wide as copper bells. He had learned the secret from picking up the corpse yesterday. He thought that Wang Po had buried treasures underground, but he didn't expect that there were only bones buried three feet underground.

Recalling the original plot, Wang Po instigated Pan Jinlian to poison Wu Da, and later she was so skilled in destroying the body that she didn't look like a novice at all.

Could it be that this woman has a criminal record?
Suddenly, the guilt that Yang Chang felt yesterday disappeared.

Yang Chang was ordered to guard the entrance to the teahouse. When Wu Song came out with a serious look on his face, he leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Brother, have you finished digging inside?"

"The tea room has been dug up and a complete male body and some clothing fragments were found. Steward Li is taking them to other rooms to dig. I never expected that they would uncover a case within a case."

"Brother, I heard from my eldest brother before that Wang Po has lived in Zishi Street for many years. Could it be that she is the one who killed someone and hid the body?"

“It’s hard to say now”

Wu Song did not say anything definite. He thought that this was an old case and many clues had been lost. It would be very difficult to track down the case at this time. It all depended on whether the county magistrate was willing to investigate.

But Wu Song underestimated the magistrate's determination by taking money from others to help them get rid of their disasters.

The magistrate was extremely concerned about the corpse burial case. He checked the government files with Manager Li overnight and unexpectedly discovered that the original owner of Wang Po Teahouse sold the house thirty years ago and disappeared after leaving Yanggu County. His son who was living in another place came to report the case, but the case was left unresolved due to lack of clues.

After reading the old files, the magistrate slammed the table excitedly and said to Manager Li: "Wu Lang, do you think the bones we dug up today are the Meng Kuan who disappeared thirty years ago?"

"It doesn't matter whether it is true or not. I have already asked the coroner this afternoon. Judging from the color of the bones, this person must have died of poison. As the owner of the teahouse, Wang Po is definitely not unconnected. If she is not the principal offender, she must be an accomplice."

"It seems that there is no need to do this. This woman is not a clean woman. But it is creepy to think that she can live in the corpse house safely for thirty years."

"The most dangerous place is the safest place. This Wang Po is indeed not simple."

After hearing what Manager Li said, the magistrate nodded repeatedly in affirmation, and then murmured, "Physical evidence alone is not sufficient, and we cannot report the case closed. It would be best if we can find witnesses."

"Most of the neighbors around the teahouse moved in later, but Mr. Zhang, who sells wontons next door, has lived in Zishi Street for fifty years. He must know something about the situation."

"well."

The magistrate slapped his thigh with joy and said happily, "I will send someone to collect evidence tomorrow morning. If we can solve this old case before the New Year, this year will be very enjoyable. When I am evaluated at the end of the term next summer, it will also be a great achievement for me!"

"A minister who has served the country and the people will be promoted when his term is up."

The compliment from Manager Li made the magistrate's eyebrows relax. He grinned and said, "I will always remember Wulang's contribution. If he can be promoted one day, he will take you with him."

"Thank you, Prime Minister. I will go to Mr. Zhang to collect evidence tomorrow. I will follow up personally."

"I'm at ease with you doing the job."

The magistrate stood up suddenly after he finished speaking. He pushed the window open and saw that it was pitch black outside. He then turned around and said, "It's a little late now. Before you go to Zishi Street tomorrow, go to Ximen Qing's house and tell him the good news in advance."

"what?"

Manager Li was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly reminded him with a smile: "Have you forgotten, En Xiang? You asked me to persuade him to go out and relax last night, and Ximen Qing listened to your advice. He left the city early this morning and rode fast to Tokyo to visit his relatives."

"Leaving in such a hurry?" The magistrate smiled in surprise, shook his head and sighed, "But we didn't expect that Wang Po's matter would turn around so quickly. Let's wait for him to come back and report the good news."

"Ah."

The next day, Wu Song received the task of collecting evidence and accompanied Li Guanshi to Zishi Street again. The county magistrate attached great importance to the case. After the bones were dug out in Wang Po's Teahouse, the scene was sealed by soldiers and someone was required to be on duty all night.

As the captain's confidant, Yang Chang guarded Wu Song for the first night.

The guards were in good spirits in the first half of the night. They ate the buns and pancakes and drank the hot tea and hot wine sent by Wu Da. They didn't feel anything was wrong until the second half of the night when the neighbors turned off the lights and went to bed, the streets were silent and the wind was howling. Time passed slowly and torturously.

When Yang Chang saw Wu Song again in the early morning, he had dark circles under his eyes and his face was full of fatigue.

"You worked hard last night. The brothers who are taking over the shift have arrived. You can go back and rest."

"Are you still on duty tonight?"

"Don't worry about it, Sanlang. It's not your turn to guard. Go eat something and have a good sleep."

"Oh"

After Yang Chang finished speaking, he wiped his forehead and saw that his hands were full of greasy oil.

He first said goodbye to Wu Song and then went out to say goodbye to Wu Da. He dragged his tired body back to his residence and fell asleep.

When I woke up and opened my eyes, I saw the flickering fire on the roof. It turned out that it was already night.

Smell, there is the aroma of wine.

Yang Chang supported himself on the bed and sat up, and saw Wu Song scooping wine under the lamp.

"But you finally woke up? You slept all day and I almost didn't want to wait."

"Hey, I was tired last night. Hey, there's wine and meat. What day is today?"

"This is the reward from the Prime Minister just now. Hurry up and put on your clothes and come sit over here."

Wu Song scooped up some wine while he was talking, and then he took a big sip himself and exclaimed, "Good wine, good wine."

"The magistrate's wine must be good. He is really good to my brother."

Yang Chang picked up the wine bowl with one hand, tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth, but it was so hot that he cried out: "Oh my! It's so hot!"

"Hahaha, your wine has just come out of the pot, you have to drink it slowly first."

"forget."

Yang Chang smiled awkwardly, grabbed a piece of beef and chewed it, and asked in a hurry: "How is the progress of Wang Po's case? Who is on duty at the teahouse tonight?"

"The case has been solved. There is no need to guard the scene anymore."

Wu Song spoke calmly. Seeing Yang Chang's surprised expression, he took a sip from his wine bowl and continued, "Mr. Zhang next door provided a major clue. More than 30 years ago, Wang Po was a widow. She dressed up all day and had affairs with many neighbors. Meng Kuan, the original owner of the teahouse, divorced her for her. Later, it was rumored that Meng Kuan went out to do business and sold the teahouse to Wang Po at a low price. But it is very likely that she was poisoned and buried, so she disappeared."

"this is not"

Yang Chang swallowed his saliva, thinking, isn't this a replica of Pan Jinlian? But the words came to his lips but he couldn't say them.

He originally felt bad for Wang Po, but now he was no longer bothered at all. As the saying goes, one should judge by deeds rather than by the heart. There were only three words left in his mind: She died well.

"The teahouse has always been run by Grandma Wang. She is the most serious suspect. Prime Minister En has sent people to Lin County to ask Meng Kuan's son. If they can confirm that the skeleton is Meng Kuan, this case that has been pending for 30 years can be closed. Women are really the most vicious!"

"Yes, my brother even rented her house. I knew at first glance that she was not a good person."

Yang Chang suddenly exclaimed in the middle of his speech: "Brother, what if the old woman is a habitual offender? Then where does my brother and sister-in-law live?"

(End of this chapter)