Yan ZK

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
(Solo female lead)

Why do I have so many masters?

The County Magistrate, nearly terrified out of his wits by Yan Ling's daunting presence, was extremely efficient. In just the time it took to brew a pot of tea, he had already brought all of the files Yan Ling wanted to review. He issued an order for Wang Anfeng to take a set of constable's vermilion clothes. After Wang Anfeng ate some food, he went to change into them.


Yan Ling spread out the dossier on the table in front of him and began to examine it carefully.


Although this case had already been reported to Fufeng's Ministry of Punishment a few days earlier, the dossier sent was only the final part of the investigation, and was not as comprehensive as the one here, which might contain more clues.


The time when the murder was discovered.


The initially determined time of death.


The state of the corpse when it was found.


The key to cracking countless challenging cases could be hidden in these seemingly trivial details that people tended to overlook.


Chapter 100: The Red-Clothed Constable (1/2)