Someone helped Meng Zhongyang change a piece of paper, and he continued to write. Zhou Ze put away his thoughts and stood beside Meng Zhongyang.

"When I saw me struggling, someone held me down. After explaining, I realized that my benefactor was a boatman. They found that I was floating on the water, covered in blood. On the day I woke up, I had been sleeping on the boat for more than ten days.

However, the boatman was illiterate and could not communicate. When the boat was docked, he had to prepare supplies when he went down. I waited for a long time but didn't come back. I wanted to find someone to ask where this was. I was gestured and writing on the ground to find out that it was Guangyuan County.

I wanted to borrow paper and pen to write down the place name of Hejiang, but no one helped me. After all, I met boatmen and I couldn't carry paper and pen with me.

But when I looked back, I could no longer find my benefactor's ship. I had no choice but to pick up the wooden sign, use my fingernails to pick out the two words Hejiang, inquire all the way, and begging all the way back, and it took me seven months to return to Hejiang."

Meng Zhongyang's unhappiness was told in such a plain way, as if it was something that happened to someone else.

Zhou Ze looked at Xue Ping with his eyes sideways and pointed at Meng Xiaoyi's name.

"Have you checked this person before? Do you know about the scholar surnamed Sun?"

Xue Ping shook his head.

"We cannot see the handwriting written by Meng Zhongyang before, and we understand the name incorrectly. However, the scholar surnamed Sun has checked that there is only one scholar named Sun in Mianshui County. He is over thirty years old and has opened a private school in Mianshui County. He has not left Mianshui County this year."

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. Meng Xiaoyi's friend was probably fabricated, but Meng Xiaoyi can still check it out, after all, she is Meng Zhongyang's classmate.

"Meng Zhongyang, you said that when and where did you study together with Meng Xiaoyi?"

Meng Zhongyang changed his line and quickly answered.

"Three years ago, my father was still alive. I went to Luzhou Academy for a year and met Meng Xiaoyi at that time. I only knew that he was from Mianshui County and had a poor family. After leaving Luzhou Academy, we kept communicating with each other."

When Zhou Ze heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Can the letter be preserved?"

Meng Zhongyang nodded, touched and took out a cloth bag from his arms, and opened it with a stack of letter paper.

Zhou Ze quickly picked up the envelope, and the head was raised and said: Jingfan, the scholar Meng Zhongyang, who was north of Hejiang County.

The signature is sent by Meng Xiaoyi, a Luzhou Academy.

There are no other special marks on the envelope, and the handwriting is free and sharp. After looking at a few more envelopes, the signatures on them are the same as Luzhou Academy and Mianshui County.

Zhou Ze raised his eyes and asked:

"Meng Xiaoyi has been studying at Luzhou Academy, but she is still like you, just going to study for a while."

Meng Zhongyang has been ready to write, and it is quite convenient to use it now.

"Meng Xiaoyi left Luzhou Academy after me and studied at Luzhou Academy for a year and a half. When he returned to Mianshui County, he sold all the things he could at home. Then he made an appointment with me and went to Beijing together."

For a moment, Zhou Ze was a little silent, and he had a sudden idea?

Zhou Ze quickly denied this idea, but a bad premonition lingered in Zhou Ze's heart.

"Can you describe Sun Xiucai's appearance?

For example, height, is he taller or shorter than you, fat or thinner, fair or dark skin, are there obvious characteristics on your face and hands, and scars in your hair, where is the accent?"

This time, Meng Zhongyang paused for a long time.

It seemed that I had recalled it seriously before I started writing.

"Sun Xiucai looks four or five years older than us, his skin is darker than me and Meng Xiaoyi, half a head shorter than me, and he looks taller than me. There is a scar on his right wrist, which looks very ferocious.

I remember when I met, I was shocked by the scar. Sun Xiucai specifically introduced that it was burned by charcoal when he was a child. It never faded over the years. His accent was very similar to Meng Xiaoyi. He looked, had a square face, narrow eyes, no black eyes, and a square nose.

He has a beard, short and curly beard, extremely lush hair, and a defect in the middle of his left eyebrow, which I looked like a cut, and he said it was scratched by a cat. Looking back now, his appearance seems a little different. As for what is different, I can't describe it."

This sentence made Zhou Ze pause and lower his head slightly.

When he was in Guangyuan, one of the people who were poisoned to death when He Sanlang treated him to a treat seemed to have his hair and beard, his hair and beard were curled, his eyes were deep and amber. They seemed to be Beijing Liang merchants.

This description is simply too similar.

However, this is Hejiang, which is the southernmost end of the Tang Dynasty.

If they were really from Beiliang, what did they come here for?

As the case investigation ends here, it seems that it is getting more and more foggy.

However, it is useless to say more at this time, so you should find someone as soon as possible.

He glanced at Meng Zhongyang's worn clothes. He was tall and long arms. Although he was thin, his clothes were obviously much shorter. It seemed that they were given by someone else.

Zhou Ze waved his hand at Wang Han.

"Go and take a look. Sanbao is back. Go and get two of my regular clothes and take them to Meng Zhongyang. Although they are old, at least the size is enough. Then bring some food and send Meng Zhongyang back first."

Wang Han took the order and went out quickly.

Meng Zhongyang stood up with great effort, sensed Zhou Ze's direction, waved his hand hard, and could feel his eagerness.

"It's okay. This case requires someone to be sent to Mianshui County and Luzhou for investigation. It takes time to travel back and forth. You have to take good care of your health these days, so don't think too much about anything else."

Wang Han stepped in, followed by Sanbao, holding a bag in his hand, and seemed to feel reluctant to let go of it.

"Young master, everything is here."

Zhou Ze nodded and looked at Xue Ping and the others.

"You all go out first. I will check the injuries on Meng Zhongyang's body, and then draw a portrait of Sun Xiucai based on known conditions."

Xue Ping wanted to talk about him, but he thought about his ability to draw and took people out.

Zhou Ze hooked his finger at the Three Treasures.

"Take Xiaobai and my wooden box."

Sanbao turned around and left. Zhou Ze was about to finish drawing. Sanbao also came back with the box in his arms. Xiaobai and the old man lay on the box, squinting at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze rubbed his nose, and it was obvious that Xiaobai guessed his intention to find her.

After picking Xiaobai up, Zhou Ze walked to Meng Zhongyang.

"Meng Zhongyang, don't be afraid. I will ask my book boy to serve you to change your outer robe. I also want to check your wounds. After all, the files should be recorded as detailed as possible."

Meng Zhongyang nodded, groped in his clothes, and Sanbao stepped forward to help.

Xiaobai jumped on Zhou Ze's shoulder, turned around and looked at Meng Zhongyang, and Zhou Ze stared at Meng Zhongyang's body.

His hands, knees and ankles had old scars. These were obviously falls and previous bites, but there was no damage on his body.

Zhou Ze didn't say much and waved his hand to Sanbao.

Sanbao quickly changed Meng Zhongyang's robe, Zhou Ze poked Xiaobai's butt, and said in Xiaobai's ear.

"His eyes were removed, and it is unlikely to recover. But do you have any way to damage your tongue? It is difficult for a scholar to not see it. If you can't speak, your life will be unimaginable."

Xiaobai turned around. Zhou Ze was not a nostalgic person. She was a little surprised that he could plead like this.

Xiaobai turned around and Zhou Ze smiled.

"Meng Zhongyang, open your mouth and I'll take a look at your wound."

Meng Zhongyang nodded and opened his mouth to Zhou Ze.

The mouth was black, the tongue was broken slanted, and the remaining part was only about half of the original one.

Xiaobai waved his claws at Meng Zhongyang. Meng Zhongyang shivered and quickly closed his mouth. Sanbao was shocked and was covering his eyes with a cloth strip, thinking that his hands were heavy.

"I've hurt you?"

Meng Zhongyang waved his hand quickly, with a smile on his face.

Zhou Ze opened the door, Xue Ping and the others came in, and saw Sanbao helping Meng Zhongyang change his clothes, his eyes were covered by cloth strips. Not to mention looking like this, Meng Zhongyang was much cleaner and no longer looked like a beggar.

"Send someone to send Meng Zhongyang back."

Needless to say, a bad person had already come up and took Meng Zhongyang away.

Only then did Xue Ping come over and salute Zhou Ze.

"Mingfu, I will take people to Mianshui County and Luzhou Academy in person to check the whereabouts of Meng Xiaoyi, and also to visit this scholar Sun."

Zhou Ze nodded and handed Xue Ping the portrait of the main scholar he had just drawn. Xue Ping spread it out and was stunned when he saw it.
Chapter completed!