At this point, the murder case of scholars who shocked the capital and the bloody case of Qingyang Village, Jiangnan, which had not been completed for six years, came to an end.

So.

Only the last thing left.

Li Zhidao: "The Jia thief in Liangzhou should have handed over to the inner guard early, but due to the storm of this case, he is still in the prison of Dali Temple. After the case is handed over to the inner guard, you should also quickly interrogate and find out the rebellion behind the Jia thief. As long as I need the country and the people in the Tang Dynasty, why worry about the little Tubo border thief!"

Li Yan was very convinced of the last sentence: "I accept the order!"

...

Dali Temple Prison.

Deep in the cell.

As the prison door opened, Jia Sibo, who was increasingly thin in the dark, turned his head and avoided the light, and his ears shook: "Song Yuanwai? No, the footsteps were wrong... Li Jiyi?"

Li Yan walked in with his hands behind his back and frowned slightly: "You are not in good condition and have you been tortured again?"

Jia Sibo tilted his head and smiled: "Li Jiyi doesn't have to care. Last time you lied to me, I realized it afterwards. Is the case solved now? Or come to me again to find clues?"

Li Yan looked at him, turned his hand on his back, holding something in his hand.

Jia Sibo's smile disappeared.

"This is Zhang Yang's diary."
Chapter completed!