Chapter 314 Then I Don’t Know

An Xuan.

The person drawn by the little beggar is An Xuan.

After throwing away the branch in his hand, the little beggar rolled up his sleeves angrily, with several bruises on them.

Now the situation is relatively clear. An Xuan caught the little beggar by some unknown method. He not only snatched the brocade bag from his waist, but also beat him up severely.

Jiang Cheng immediately recalled the scene when he first met the little beggar. An Xuan pretended to be careless and let the little beggar go. I guess he had other thoughts about this little beggar at that time, but it was not convenient to do it because there were so many people at that time.

On the night when the little beggar came to deliver the letter, Jiang Cheng caught a glimpse of the brocade bag on the little beggar's waist by the moonlight, and this brocade bag was exactly the same as the one on the woman in the painting.

The drums sounded at three o'clock in the morning, the boat was sailing and the moon was rising, and half of the white bag could relieve the sorrow.

The white bag in the second half of the sentence should be here.

"Doctor." The fat man thought for a while and said with some worry: "That An Xuan doesn't look easy to deal with. It may be difficult to get the brocade bag back from him."

Hearing what the fat man said, the little beggar suddenly changed his face. He raised his head, raised his little face, narrowed his eyes, and waved his hands at the fat man.

The fat man looked at him in confusion, wondering why this little beggar

Then the little beggar made a lot of gestures to the fat man, but it was a pity that he couldn't speak. The fat man's eyes hurt, but he still couldn't understand.

In the end, it seemed that the little beggar was a little helpless.

"You mean it's okay for that person to take your brocade bag." Jiang Cheng looked at him and said, "Because the brocade bag was originally fake, the real one is still on you?"

The little beggar paused, then stared at Jiang Cheng with a vigilant look, covered his chest a little bit below, and then slowly backed away.

The fat man seemed to react suddenly, and waved his hand at the little beggar and said, "Little brother, he is a good man, much better than me. If you have anything to say to him, it is the same as what I said."

Worried that the little beggar would not understand, the fat man pulled Jiang Cheng over, then put his hand on Jiang Cheng's shoulder, hugged him and himself together, and acted very intimately, as if he was going to take a photo.

"Look." The fat man said, "We have a very good relationship. I always treat him as my brother."

Jiang Cheng's eyebrows jumped.

It seems that the fat man's operation finally worked. The little beggar looked at Jiang Cheng for a while, then looked at the fat man, and then nodded very reluctantly, with an expression that seemed to say that I only care about you for the sake of the fat man.

After a long time, the little beggar slowly took out a very small thing from his arms.

The moment he saw this thing clearly, Jiang Cheng and the fat man's eyes changed.

It was a broken brocade bag.

The color was exactly the same as in the painting.

But this brocade bag seemed to have been torn apart with great force, so only half of it was left, and there seemed to be some words embroidered on it.

Is this half of a plain bag?

After discovering that Jiang Cheng was staring at the brocade bag in his hand, the little beggar subconsciously wanted to take it back.

Jiang Cheng quickly poked the fat man's butt.

The fat man immediately understood and said to the little beggar: "Why is there only half of this brocade bag left? The other half was..."

The little beggar showed great enthusiasm for the fat man. He kept gesturing to the fat man, and gradually, the little beggar's eyes turned red, looking very aggrieved.

"You mean the other half was taken away by this person." Jiang Cheng pointed to the portrait of An Xuan on the ground and said: "You and a woman caught you, and then tore your brocade bag in the fight, and they took away the other half."

The little beggar nodded repeatedly.

The confused fat man couldn't figure out how the doctor could judge so much information from the little beggar's actions. Could it be that the fat man widened his eyes?

Is this the tacit understanding between orphans in the rumor?

They have their own communication system, which ordinary people cannot understand?

"I know what you want." Facing the little beggar with red eyes, Jiang Cheng nodded very formally and said, "I can help you, but I need the sachet in your hand," Jiang Cheng said, "This is crucial."

The little beggar swallowed his saliva and showed a very tangled expression.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the fat man who was staring at him blankly, then turned his head, pointed at the fat man and said to the little beggar: "You saw it just now, this fat man and I have a very good relationship, I have always..." Jiang Cheng stiffened his neck and suddenly said, "I have always treated him as my own son!"

Fat man: "???"

It seems that the three words "own son" touched the little beggar. After looking at the fat man and then at Jiang Cheng, the little beggar handed the half of the sachet to the fat man.

This sachet seemed to be of great significance to him. He held it tightly with both hands, and finally let it go.

After taking another reluctant look at the lucky bag in the fat man's hand, the little beggar climbed over the wall and left.

"Doctor." Walking on a gravel road, the fat man asked curiously: "Who is this little beggar? Why does he have the lucky bag of the female ghost?"

"And he knows a lot of secrets." The fat man continued: "She should have stayed here for a long time."

After a while, Jiang Cheng's voice sounded, and the first sentence made the fat man pause, "She is not a beggar, she should be the female ghost's personal maid when she was alive."

"Maid?"

"Yes." Jiang Cheng nodded, "She is a woman. I think after the female ghost died, no one cared about her, so she became like this now."

"Although her clothes are dirty, the material is quite good. She is not an ordinary servant. And did you notice the painting she drew?" Jiang Cheng continued: "Although it looks simple, you can still see some skills. And the yellow characters are loose and moderate. Ordinary beggars will not have the leisure to learn these."

"Another thing is that she is not afraid of ghosts." Jiang Cheng's tone was a little heavier: "She dared to watch the show alone by the lake late at night."

"Calculate her age, her familiarity with this place, and the possession of the brocade bag carried by the female ghost in the painting." Looking at the half brocade bag in his hand, Jiang Cheng said: "She should have a very close relationship with the female ghost. The probability that she was the female ghost's personal maid before her death is very high."

The fat man was stunned, but he followed the doctor's train of thought and connected the brocade bag, the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, not afraid of ghosts, familiar with the terrain here, and knowing many secrets about the female ghost. After all these, the doctor's speculation did not seem so abrupt.

Not only not abrupt, it is very reasonable.

"So," the fat man said excitedly, "Is this the half of the sachet in the code?" He stared at the sachet in the doctor's hand, swallowed his saliva and said, "With this half of the sachet, we can solve our current confusion."

"It should be."

"No, doctor." The fat man asked in confusion, "Then what is the half that An Xuan and the others took away?"

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng laughed out loud, "Then I don't know."