Chapter 10: Bo Theater
Not long after, the round-faced constable took him into a teahouse, where they sat down, ordered some fruits, and drank tea leisurely.
I sat there from morning till afternoon without moving.
Jiang Zhou also kept his composure. He sat aside, saying nothing and not asking any questions.
It was not until nightfall that the round-faced constable got up and took him to the opposite side of the teahouse.
It turned out to be a gambling house, or a gambling house.
Obviously this is where he wants to come.
The round-faced constable was not as difficult to get along with as he had appeared to be .
Although he said a few strange things, he had no intention of making things difficult for Jiang Zhou.
When knocking on the door of the theater, he turned around and explained to him: "You should have read the whole story of this case in the Sujing Division, right?"
"The owner of this gambling hall is the suspect. We suspect he is secretly feeding demons, but we have searched twice and found no clues."
Jiang Zhou nodded.
The case began when more than a dozen wealthy families in the city suffered losses of people and property. Not only gold, silver and treasures were lost, but also many people were missing, with no one seen alive or dead.
In fact, there were not only a dozen wealthy families, but dozens of them who had been to the theater.
However, the ones who could really alarm the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Poverty Alleviation were still those few dozen wealthy families.
"Humph, all the people who got into trouble, without exception, have been to this theater. I don't believe he can escape responsibility."
The round-faced constable snorted coldly.
Jiang Zhou couldn't help but ask: "Since nothing was found after two investigations, why did you come here this time?"
The round-faced detective chuckled, "We'll have to investigate even if we can't find out! This Wang has something up his sleeve. I don't believe he doesn't have any flaws. I'll come here every day. If two times doesn't work, I'll come three times. If three times doesn't work, I'll come four times. The old man will eventually reveal a flaw."
“…”
Jiang Zhou was still wondering what clever idea he had.
But this is also a stupid way.
Every family that had an accident had been here before. It was impossible for so many coincidences to happen at the same time. There was no doubt that there was something wrong with this theater.
However, if it was really done by the owner of the theater, why did he do it so openly and only targeted people who came to the theater? Is he stupid, or does he have something to rely on and is not afraid of others investigating?
At this moment the door creaked open.
A man who looked like a servant came out. When he saw the round-faced constable, his expression changed slightly, and then he immediately put on a flattering smile: "Hey! Constable Yan! Are you here to play too? Please come in quickly!"
As for Jiang Zhou, who was wearing a military uniform behind him, he just glanced at him and ignored him.
In addition to the officials and clerks with full duties, the government offices also had many menial servants.
After all, it is impossible to let those officials and masters do many miscellaneous tasks.
The servants in the government offices all wore uniforms in distinct styles that could be recognized at a glance.
"Go! Who wants to play?"
The round-faced constable glared and said, "Don't yell, I'm not the chief constable! I'm here to investigate a case, where is your boss?"
The servant hurriedly ran to invite the host, who was dressed in bright silk clothes and had a slightly plump figure.
There were still quite a few customers in the gambling hall, and the things they were betting on were not what Jiang Zhou had imagined.
There are countless people playing chess, dice, insect fighting, and quail fighting.
However, these people were quickly driven out by the round-faced constable.
The fat boss dared not speak out but smiled and said, "Detective Yan, haven't you checked everything? Why are you checking again?"
"If you do this, I won't be able to do business anymore."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and, hidden under his wide sleeves, handed a hard object to the round-faced policeman.
The round-faced constable slapped him open, and a golden ingot rolled out: "What are you doing? Bribing in public, do you believe I'll handcuff you?"
The fat boss smiled and said, "Oh! How can you say that? This was originally dropped by Constable Yan! Wangcai, what are you standing there for? Why don't you pick up Constable Yan's things?"
The servant picked up the gold ingot and wanted to bring it over.
"What?"
The round-faced constable glared, put his hands on his hips, and thrust out his belly, revealing the shackles and knife on his waist: "Is it true that my words are not effective?"
“Back off!”
The fat boss was furious and ordered the servant to leave. Then he turned around and smiled flatteringly: "Acting Constable Yan, if you have anything to say, just tell me. I will do it!"
"Alright, Mr. Wang, I won't play tricks on you. If you confess honestly, I will let you live because you didn't kill anyone or set any fire. I may just fine you some silver and let you go."
"But if you insist on not admitting it, I will investigate it..."
The round-faced constable rolled his eyes and threatened, "According to the laws of Daji, it is a crime to feed a demon privately. You know what it is, don't you?"
As he spoke, he raised his sword, pulled out a small section and shook it: "I will recognize you then, but I won't recognize this sword!"
Wang Yuanwai cried out in injustice, "Detective Yan, how dare I do that? Everyone knows that I, Wang Jinfa, have always been honest and upright. I dare not overstep the line, let alone break the law."
"Hey? You really won't cry until you see the coffin?"
While the two were interacting, Jiang Zhou was quietly observing his surroundings.
This theater looks like it has a small frontage from the outside, but it is actually very spacious and empty inside.
There was nothing else except some gambling tools.
The only thing that made Jiang Zhou look twice was the rows of candlesticks on the four walls.
There were at least dozens of candlesticks, all lit.
The spacious theater is illuminated very brightly.
"Detective Yan, if you don't believe me, you can search this place inside and outside at will!"
"Search then! Take me to the inner courtyard!"
At this time, the round-faced constable called him and asked Wang Yuanwai to take him to the inner courtyard to see.
The inner courtyard is where Mr. Wang lives, just behind the Bo Theater.
The place is not very big, with only four or five rooms and a small courtyard.
Jiang Zhou followed the round-faced constable and soon searched the whole house inside and out, even the toilet was searched thoroughly.
"Look, there's nothing there, right?"
Back at the Boxi Hall, Wang Yuanwai looked innocent and said, "I am such an honest person that I tremble at the word 'demon'. How can I be so bold as to raise one?"
There was also a hint of smugness in his innocence, and it was so obvious that he seemed not to be trying to hide it at all.
The round-faced constable had a gloomy look on his face. He nudged Jiang Zhou with his elbow and whispered, "Hey, there's no movement from the demon-slaying sword?"
In fact, the Criminal Court had searched the place twice earlier and even brought people to dig up the ground in the yard.
He hadn't expected to find anything on his own this time .
He counted on the expertise .
Even if he is just a knife wielder, he has an advantage over these simple martial arts masters in dealing with demons.
Because the man holding the knife has a demon-slaying sword.
The blood evil of the demon-slaying sword can not only kill demons, but also cause a violent reaction once it encounters evil spirits and resentment.
Like water entering hot oil, it becomes more violent.
Killing lives will inevitably be contaminated with evil spirits and resentment.
And there are very few demons and monsters that do not harm people.
Even most of the evil spirits are the gathering of evil spirits and resentments.
Most ordinary small demons cannot escape the detection of the demon-slaying sword.
Jiang Zhou shook his head. He indeed didn't feel anything unusual about the Demon-Slaying Sword.
The round-faced constable was helpless and could only say with a dark face: "Humph, it's not up to you to decide whether it's true or not. Let me give you a piece of advice. If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself. Wang Jinfa, you better take care of yourself."
As he said this, he was about to leave, and Jiang Zhou followed behind him.
When he reached the door, Jiang Zhou suddenly stopped, turned around and smiled at Wang Jinfa, "Mr. Wang, you haven't had dinner yet, right? Is the kitchen preparing some delicious food?"
Wang Jinfa's eyes flickered slightly. "No, no, didn't we just search the inner courtyard? Why do you say that, sir?"
Jiang Zhou waved his hand and said, "Oh, it seems that I am too hungry. I just smelled the aroma of burnt fat and thought that Mr. Wang was roasting meat. I wanted to have a bite to fill my stomach."
Wang Jinfa hurriedly said with a smile: "Sir, if you want to eat, that's easy! The famous Yellow Crane Tower in Wu County is nearby. I will ask my servants to prepare a feast right away!"
Although he did not take Jiang Zhou, the official, seriously, he was still a yamen official after all, and with the round-faced constable beside him, he still had to give him face.
Jiang Zhou quickly shook his head: "No need, no need."
Suddenly, the topic changed again: "Mr. Wang has a lot of candles here. It must cost a lot of money to burn all these candles for one night, right?"
