My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

The constable glanced around the medical hall before quickly locking his gaze on Li Tongzhen.

Seeing Li Tongzhen dressed like a beggar,

a group of constables were momentarily stunned.

The deceased Zhu Xicheng, whom they were aware of, was a well-known merchant in the nearby markets, corpulent and rather skilled. How could he be beaten to death by such a small beggar?

Could this be a misunderstanding?

Filled with doubt, the constables didn't think much further and stepped forward, intending to take Li Tongzhen to the Office for questioning.

With the current emperor missing and the court in turmoil, they did not wish to face any incidents at this juncture.

Otherwise, if they attracted the attention of someone with ulterior motives, they would not come out better off.

The constables promptly advanced, about to arrest Li Tongzhen.

But Li Tongzhen took a step back, warily eyeing the constables approaching him. His hand slowly tightened into a fist, his little face tense, already appearing ready to fight back.

Mr. Zhao, the head constable, upon seeing Li Tongzhen's demeanor, chuckled and shook his head:

"What are you so nervous about, kid? If you did it, you can't escape."

"If you didn't do it, we won't wrong you."

"Just come with us for an investigation first."

Li Tongzhen, hearing the other's words, didn't respond, but his eyes were frosty as he stared at the constables before him.

Even Li Tongzhen himself may not have realized it.

His still youthful face was now filled with murderous intent.

A hint of red appeared in his eyes.

Around the rims of his eyes, some dark patterns also emerged.

"I killed him."

Li Tongzhen slowly stated.

Mr. Zhao was briefly stunned when he heard Li Tongzhen's words, then he chuckled and shook his head, "In handling cases, we rely on evidence. Whether you killed him or not, we have ways to find out."

"As a little kid, you can't just say anything you want. Remember, trouble starts with a careless word."

Li Tongzhen merely listened to Mr. Zhao's words, and his brows furrowed. He continued to stare coldly at the people surrounding him.

It seemed as if he would attack if anyone nearby dared to step closer.

The noblewoman, seeing that the constables spoke to Li Tongzhen with a somewhat softer tone, hurriedly spoke up, "Sir, it's this beggar. He offended me earlier, and my husband disciplined him. Then he bore a grudge. I don't know by what means he killed my husband."

"It just goes to show how people's hearts have changed and the world has grown cold."

As the noblewoman spoke, she began wailing sorrowfully again.

Upon hearing the noblewoman beside him, Mr. Zhao's lips involuntarily twitched, and he automatically tuned out her wailing. Looking at Li Tongzhen, he asked again:

"Do you have anything to say?"

Li Tongzhen laughed softly, his voice low. Looking at Qingqing, who lay unconscious and of unknown fate on the bed, he felt an extreme sadness in his heart.

"I have nothing to say."

"Although I didn't intend to kill him, he indeed deserved to die."

"Now that he's dead, it's for the better."

Li Tongzhen said, smiling.

At that moment, even Li Tongzhen himself hadn't realized that his tone of voice and demeanor, compared to his youthful appearance, contrasted greatly.

It chilled those who took one look at him.

Or who heard even a single word he uttered.

At that point, Mr. Zhao also felt that there was something unusual about the beggar in front of him.

Just then, a constable looked towards Mr. Zhao and asked, "Boss, what do we do now? This Zhu fellow wasn't exactly a saint."

Another constable chimed in, "Earlier this morning, this Zhu guy did indeed beat this beggar severely, before taking him back to his mansion."

"Who knows what he did."

"Regardless, that Zhu Xicheng had it coming."

The constables spoke out, without any regard for the relatives of Zhu Xicheng nearby.

Constable Zhao, looking at the small figure of Li Tongzhen before him, could not help but feel a chill rise from the bottom of his heart, and the words he heard by his side gave him pause.

"In that case, go and investigate thoroughly again."

"I will stay here to keep an eye on this beggar, and if the evidence turns out to be conclusive, then we'll call upon the authorities from the Bureau of the Lamp to take action."

A constable by Constable Zhao's side couldn't help but lift his eyes to Zhao and said subconsciously, "But, sir, this beggar has already confessed that it was he who killed Zhu Xicheng."

Constable Zhao's old face flushed red, a bit annoyed and somewhat angry, he said, "Do I need your reminder? Go now! Stop wasting words!"

As Constable Zhao finished speaking.

The other constables by his side quickly departed and hurried to investigate.

Only Constable Zhao was left standing there alone.

He smiled kindly at Li Tongzhen, indicating that he had no ill intentions.

Seeing that most of the people around him had left, and that Constable Zhao indeed had no ill intentions, Li Tongzhen breathed a sigh of relief and stood quietly by the bed.

The previously murderous aura completely vanished.

Now, Li Tongzhen looked like a helpless teenager, not yet fully grown.

"Sir, how is Qingqing doing?"

Upon hearing Li Tongzhen's question, Wang Ruoguan came back to his senses from the commotion Constable Zhao had caused and said, "Her constitution is too weak, and she's often ill. To add to that, she lost too much blood this time."

"That wound was poisoned with a forbidden drug, for which the antidote is closely guarded and only available at the Bureau of the Lamp, but the Bureau is not a place just anyone can access."

"Ordinary constables of the Bureau of the Lamp have no authority to inquire about such forbidden drugs."

"Unless Director Cheng or perhaps the Town-Nation Duke's Heir intervenes…"

"Unless something unexpected happens…"

"We should prepare for the worst."

After Wang Ruoguan finished speaking.

Li Tongzhen suddenly stood up and bowed to Wang Ruoguan.

"Please take care of her, sir."

"I'm going to Duke Zhen's Mansion to find the Town-Nation Duke's Heir."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ruoguan was stunned, "Hey, you…"

Before he could finish speaking.

Li Tongzhen turned and ran out the door.

Heading in the direction of Duke Zhen's Mansion.

Wang Ruoguan watched dumbfounded as Li Tongzhen disappeared, his aged face showing a hint of helplessness.

He sighed.

"Trying to reach the Town-Nation Duke's Heir is even harder than getting access to the Bureau of the Lamp!"

"How could we ordinary people ever catch the eye of the Town-Nation Duke's Heir."

"Silly child, silly child."

Wang Ruoguan shook his head.

Constable Zhao was also taken aback; he had stayed behind to keep watch over Li Tongzhen.

But Li Tongzhen ran off in the blink of an eye.

Even as Li Tongzhen was already gone.

He still hadn't reacted.

How could the beggar move so quickly?

And there were no clear signs on his body of having undergone extensive training.

It was truly strange.

Constable Zhao didn't quite understand, but he didn't dare ruminate on it. Given that this murder case could indeed have been committed by Li Tongzhen, he might still be a criminal who couldn't be allowed to escape.

Constable Zhao didn't hesitate any further, immediately grabbed his sword, bounded through the door,

and chased after the figure of Li Tongzhen.

Heading in the direction of Duke Zhen's Mansion.

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