Chapter 65: The thief shouts "Catch the thief"

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  Yang Fan carried a whistle, mixed in with a group of unwilling and gloomy-looking losers, also wearing a bitter face, swaying back and forth as he entered Yang Lang's home. From afar, they looked like a group of silly penguins wandering along the beach.

  Yang Fan's face was gloomy, but his heart was about to burst with laughter. He had designed several methods for the next step in pursuing the culprit, but he never thought that he would be sent to Yang Langzhong's mansion and asked to help the Yang family guard against thieves at night.

  The officials of the Ministry of Punishment and the people of Luoyang Prefecture wore wooden swords, with a stern expression, hastily walking back and forth in front of Yang Langzhong's mansion. The guards were making arrangements everywhere. Yang Fan and his group were brought before Tang Zong, the busy and tense prefect of Luoyang.

  Take a look at the batons carried by the village guards. Tang Zong furrowed his brow and ordered, "Distribute knives to them!"

  Several men holding a pu dao appeared, and the bailiffs holding whistles immediately stood up. These brave and fierce young men usually only had a whistle as their weapon, although they were reluctant to work at the Yang Mansion, but when they saw those finely crafted, cold and sharp pu daos, they couldn't help but feel some excitement.

  A Pu knife was handed over to them, Yang Fan grasped the Pu knife tightly in his hand, carefully admiring the sharp blade, and lightly placed his finger on it, along the arc-shaped blood groove, he gently slid upwards, the cold light flashing on the knife's surface was like a mirror that could reflect every detail, reflecting his gaze, as sharp as the knife's edge.

  Yang Fan blinked, reining in the sharpness in his eyes. From behind him, a rough voice loudly rebuked: "Take this! With a knife in hand, do you think you're some kind of heroic young master from Chang'an? Ah~~ I spit on that! Can we expect you bunch of good-for-nothings to catch such a cunning and elusive great thief? The Young Master wants your legs and your mouth. When you see the thief, shout, got it?"

  The scolding stopped, and the spittle was still flying in the air. Yang Fan picked up his sleeve and wiped the saliva from his face, looking at the burly man with a mustache in front of him, he asked blankly: "What?"

  "Here, take it!"

  A drumstick was stuffed into Yang Fan's hand, and a copper gong tied with hemp rope hung from his thumb. The big beard curled his mouth, shook his head, walked to the second watchman, and said in a bad tone: "Stupid and brainless, all are such goods, give you, take it, this is the life-saving thing for you!"

  Yang Fan held a drumstick in one hand and a copper cymbal in the other, looking at the left side where a fellow villager was assigned to play a waist drum, while on the right side, someone was holding a bamboo whistle, lost in thought, and couldn't help but burst out laughing with a "pu-tong" sound...

  After the distribution of weapons and equipment, they were taken to a place arranged for rest. Although it was a night shift, it was impossible for one group of people to stay up all night without sleep. With two shifts taking turns, there needed to be a place for rest.

  The Yang mansion originally had guest rooms, but the guest rooms only had a few rooms, which were occupied by several officials who stayed in the Yang mansion. The remaining officials could occupy any room that could accommodate people at will. When this batch of Wu Hou and Fang Ding was assigned to come, they would have to be arranged according to their status again. Finally, it was Yang Fan and Ma Qiao's turn, but they were assigned to a woodshed.

  On the ground was a broken grass mat, and they threw down their bedding, this would be their nest from now on.

  The two men dropped their bedding rolls and had not yet sat down to catch their breath when the public servants were shouting loudly, telling them to gather together, saying that they had been assigned tasks.

  Tang Zong stood on the steps, his eyebrows furrowed.

  He was actually extremely dissatisfied with these idle and incompetent officials, but the Ministry of Justice and Luoyang Prefecture had limited personnel, and they did not know when the murderer would come again, nor could they mobilize a large number of officials from the Ministry of Justice and Luoyang Prefecture to guard Yang Langzhong's residence for a long time.

  No choice, might as well summon the martial marquises and constables of this ward. These martial marquises and constables may be foolish, but they're still smarter than that big black dog, right? At that time, with three steps to a post and five steps to a sentry, using human wave tactics, no matter how skilled you are, how can you silently sneak into Yang Lang's bedroom?!

  As the crowd slowly gathered, Tang Zong collected his thoughts and gave them a lecture, explaining the rules to be followed in the Yang mansion, teaching them how to react when they discovered the flying thief, how to hide, and how to sound the alarm. After explaining everything, he began to assign tasks to them.

  Their duties were roughly the same as what they normally did in the alleys, still patrolling and keeping watch, only now it was at Yang Ming Shuang's residence instead of in the alleys.

  The murderer was a cunning and elusive thief, if he really touched him, it's likely that he would become his victim, so being an open sentinel is obviously more dangerous than being a secret one. Everyone understood this logic, so when Tang Zong mentioned arranging secret sentinels, the crowd of martial artists and guards rushed forward, eagerly volunteering, their enthusiasm was breathtaking.

  "What's with the bright whistle? The bright whistle that goes around everywhere?"

  Yang Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and then he also joined the ranks of competition.

  Alas, Yang Er was after all just a young man, no match for those robust men. By the time he twisted his waist and panted with exhaustion, using up all his strength to squeeze to Tang Zong's side, he looked up to see that Tang Zong of Luoyang's finger, as thick as a carrot, was pointing at his forehead: "Next, let's arrange the patrol..."

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  In Yang Langzhong's bedroom, the room was filled with a strong smell of medicine. Yang Mingsheng sat on his bed, speaking loudly and passionately: "This official is loyal to the imperial court, and thanks to the trust of the Empress Dowager and the Emperor, since taking charge of the judicial department, this official has enforced the law impartially and strictly, hating evil like an enemy. Over the years, I don't know how many corrupt officials, powerful thieves, and so-called chivalrous outlaws who have committed crimes with violence...

  Qiao Junyu interrupted him and said: "In other words, Lang Zhong doesn't know who the person is who came to the mansion seeking revenge? What case did he come for?"

  Yang Mingsheng fell silent for a moment, then nodded slightly and said: "Yes, that person seemed to have an extreme hatred for this official. After subduing the official, he only inflicted torture and vented his anger, gritting his teeth and saying that the official had caused his family to be broken and his people to perish, but never mentioning who he was or why he held a grudge against the official."

  Qiao Junyu hesitated for a moment and said: "From the words of the murderer to the noble guard Hua Xiaojian, it can be seen that the old man's family has children and grandchildren. This is consistent with his hoarse voice. In this case, the one who was once punished by Lang Zhong's law enforcement should be one of the old man's children or grandchildren.

  The Ministry of Justice has already taken out all the case files handled by Lang Zhong over the years, and ordered the clerks to carefully review them from start to finish. Those families with a history of loyalty, whose relatives were implicated and sentenced to exile due to false accusations, will be thoroughly investigated. Lang Zhong can rest assured that this case has even shocked the Empress Dowager, and when Zhou Shilang heard the news, he was also extremely angry. The imperial court will certainly be able to find the real culprit!

  Yang Mingsheng laughed a few times, raised his stiff arms and called out to Qiao Junyu's courtesy name: "Zi Ping, I have been framed by a treacherous person, my whole life has been ruined in his hands. The task of capturing the murderer and giving me justice is now entrusted to you!"

  His words were sincere, but the laughter seemed to carry a hint of mockery and eeriness, causing Qiao Junyu to furrow her brow involuntarily.

  Normally, Qiao Junyu wouldn't dare to frown in front of him. Yang Langzhong was a strict and serious official who never joked around, and his subordinates in the Ministry of Justice didn't dare to show any expression in front of him. But at this moment, whether you frowned or rolled your eyes, or even made a face at him, he couldn't see it.

  Qiao Junyu furrowed his brow, stood up and grasped Yang Langzhong's arms, saying in a deep voice: "Langzhong can rest assured and recuperate, I will definitely do my best and not betray the trust you have placed in me!"

  As soon as she stepped out of Yang Ming-sheng's bedroom, Qiao Jun-yu secretly thought to herself: "What Yang said was not entirely true, and it seems that there is something else hidden inside!"

  Yang Mingsheng's official rank was too high, and the first batch of prison officials who rushed to the scene were not qualified to ask him about the case. It wasn't until Qiao Junyu and his entourage arrived that they could proceed. After Qiao Junyu arrived, the medical officer was busy treating Yang Mingsheng's injuries, and after he finished, there were more officials who came to visit and inquire about the situation, which caused further delay.

  As a result, he didn't get any useful information from Yang Ming Sheng. Based on his many years of experience in handling cases, plus the fact that Yang Ming Sheng had just gone through a huge change and was emotionally unstable, he subtly sensed something: "Yang Lang Zhong might be hiding something."

  Qiao Junyu thought to herself: I'll just follow what Yang Langzhong said and report the truth to Zhou Xing Shilang. This suspicion cannot be mentioned, with Zhou Shilang's astuteness, he will surely notice something if he has a mind to ask Yang Langzhong himself. As an official, one must not blindly stir up curiosity in shallow waters, lest it lead to fatal consequences!

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