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Cloud Country Kyoto.

Kyoto Castle, shrouded in heavy snow, is covered in snow.

This year's snow is heavier than usual, and as the saying goes, the snow is a good year, which means that there will be a good harvest in the coming year. Although this may not seem to have much to do with the dignitaries and wealthy people in Kyoto, the harvest of the peasants is often closely related to their fine food and clothing.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

Red lanterns are hung up early in the morning to mark the arrival of the new year, couplets symbolizing good omen, and children in the streets and alleys gather in twos and threes to share candy and firecrackers and other gadgets bought by adults, laughing and laughing.

Even though the snow is still not going to stop, the whole of Kyoto is infected with the joy of welcoming the new year, and there is no chill in the slightest.

However, not everyone is looking forward to the joy of the new year.

Except for the Qian family in the south of the city.

Brother Xiao, the grandson of the Qian family, who had just completed the moon some time ago, disappeared after the full moon banquet, which is something that many people in Kyoto know.

The idlers in the teahouse restaurant also discussed this matter, speculating that the baby in the swaddling clothes should be more auspicious and less auspicious, or why the government has been looking for so long and there is no result, and calling it missing is just a more euphemistic way to comfort the Qian family.

Many people are deeply impressed by the Qian family in the south of the city, because the old man of the Qian family is a well-known good man.

Every New Year's festival or something, will be in the Qian family's shop door cloth porridge to those who are in difficulty, this move in the crowd word of mouth, said that the Qian family has a big business, it is because of the old man Qian to do good deeds, in order to be protected by heaven, almost the entire Kyoto cloth business to monopoly.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Third son! You say that the two of us are so unlucky! A good Chinese New Year's Eve can't be at home with his wife and children to keep a New Year's Eve, what kind of work do you have to keep watch in this yamen? Just this New Year's holiday, what can happen, even if it is a traitor, you have to celebrate the New Year!" one servant complained depressedly to the other.

"Who said it wasn't!But who let us have black hands, so many lots of lots let us draw the lot on duty, presumably the sixth child is now eating dumplings with his wife and children beautifully!"

"Uh, you think we're not really so unlucky, maybe tonight won't be so peaceful......"

Both of them are officials of the Kyoto Criminal Division, and they are squatting in a sheltered corner of the public hall at the moment eating the New Year's dinner brought by their families, cold rice and cold dishes, which makes them feel very unhappy.

"Knock-knock-knock!"

There was a dull and rapid beating of the drum outside the door of the Punishment Division.

The two hurriedly stopped their chopsticks and looked at each other stunned.

"No! Old Jiu, you belong to the crow, there is really something, go! Go and see!" The third son called Lao Jiu and hurriedly ran to open the door to see who was beating the drum on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Lao Jiu also said "Bah!", secretly slapped himself in the mouth, and hurriedly followed.

"Whoever beats the drum here and reports his name!" the third son shouted as he opened the door. As night fell, it was impossible to see who was coming.

"Woo-woo, the child was tragically victimized by a traitor, and I beg the punishment to be the master!"

Lao Jiu, who followed out, looked at the person kneeling on the ground holding an embroidered pillow was actually Qian Fan, the young master of the Qian family. There were two domestic servants kneeling beside Qian Fan, both of whom were crying and wiping away tears.

"Young Master Qian, you get up and speak first. Lao Jiu hurriedly called Qian Fan to get up.

Qian Fan wiped his tears and staggered up with the help of the servant.

At this time, Qian Fan no longer had the appearance of a son in a luxurious brocade dress that everyone usually saw, and the tears on his face were full of tears, looking sad.

The third son glanced at the embroidered pillow in his hand, and was a little puzzled, "Young Master Qian, how do you think this is good......?

"Please, this matter is really important, can you please go to the adult's mansion to inform the adult!" Qian Fan said anxiously with tears in his eyes, and slowly handed over the embroidered pillow in his hand.

Lao Jiu looked at the embroidered pillow, a little embarrassed, and knew that the master must be accompanying his family in the house at this time, "This ...... ...... pillow is?"

The third son took the pillow, and saw that the pillow was embroidered with the pattern of the golden boy holding the carp and lotus flowers, and it had been cut a big opening, revealing some white cotton, and there was a faint trace of peculiar smell.

I saw a piece of slightly shriveled carrion in the pillow, and the third son, with his years of experience in the criminal department, judged that what was in the pillow was a corpse.

Shaking his hands, he looked at Qian Fan with frightened eyes, and asked, "This, this...... Could it be ......?"

Qian Fan closed his teary eyes and nodded heavily.

"What's here?" Lao Jiu saw that the two of them were strange, and he also stretched out his hand to open it to take a look.

"Don't look at Lao Jiu! It's ...... inside It's a corpse!" The third son hurriedly stopped him, "It seems that I really want to go to the adult's mansion, this is a murder tragedy!"

Lao Jiu's eyes widened when he heard this, and there was a corpse in this small pillow, so he didn't say anything more, and hurriedly ran in the direction of the Emperor's mansion.

Not long after, a team of people carrying a sedan chair came in a hurry.

The sedan curtain was lifted by the servants, and You Liang, the condemned lord in official uniform, walked down.

But seeing that You Liang was forty years old, the whole person exuded a heroic and righteous aura, which made people feel overwhelmed.

"The grass people pay a visit to Lord Ti Xing. When everyone present saw the arrival of the adults, they all bowed down and bowed.

And then, Lao Jiu pulled the servants, and some other servants also arrived panting.

"Let's all go in first, let's talk about it in the hall!" You Liang spoke, and walked in first.

In the public court, under the plaque hanging high by the mirror.

"Who is in the hall, report your name, what grievances do you have to complain?" You Liang patted the wooden road in shock.

Qian Fan knelt under the hall and burst into tears, "Qi Yu raised the sentence, the grass people are Qian Fan in the south of the city, the child disappeared a few days ago, and the report to the Chengnan government to find it for many days to no avail." On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, someone sent a satin embroidered pillow to the house, and the insider, Wang, fell asleep that night, and began to have nightmares. Not long after lingering on the sickbed, soon after the grass people slept smelled a peculiar smell, the grass people suspected that the smell came from the satin pillow, opened it and took a look, found that there was a large piece of carrion in the pillow, and then took a closer look, found that there was a birthmark on the body of a missing child, recognized that this carrion was a child's corpse, and the heads of the limbs were cut off, it was simply outrageous, and the murderer did not even let go of the baby who was still in swaddling clothes, it was really better than a beast! The child died a tragic death, begging the adults to call the shots, find out the murderer, and break him into ten thousand pieces!