When the cake flower leaves fell to find Leng Cangran, it was just when Leng Cangran took the autopsy results of the female deceased's head to Wei Hai and went straight out of Chai Mansion to find Yin Seventeen and Three. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Leng Cangran ran to and from the inn but didn't find it, and ran to the dumpling shop but didn't come across it, and finally simply wanted to take a break from the yamen and drink saliva to try his luck by the way, but he didn't expect him to really touch the leaves that went straight to the yamen.

Leng Cangran's subordinate was still going door-to-door to investigate the missing man, and when he went back to the yamen to get the autopsy results, he heard Ye Ziluo send new clues about the murderer, and after writing it down very carefully, he also gave Ye Ziluo the autopsy results of the female deceased's head in detail.

The deceased, female, Jiang Fuyao, was twenty-nine years old at the time of death, Jiang Fulin's sister, the wife of Chai Ming, the uncle of the Chai family, her head was torn off with her bare hands, and the fractures were uneven, and she was soaked in well water or ice water, and then dried before being put into an empty wine jar.

The female deceased's black and oily green silk was accidentally well preserved, and a small dried vegetable leaf was found in the hair, which was carefully examined and confirmed to be a castrated sauerkraut leaf.

Leng Cangran sighed: "Yin Gongzi's nose is really good! The eyesight is also excellent! ”

Before the autopsy, the result was almost exhausted.

Ye Ziluo listened with a smile, and his face was proud:

"The autopsy results showed that the female deceased's hair was well preserved, which shows that the murderer had a certain preference for long hair.

"Understood!" Leng Cangran nodded heavily, with a serious face.

Since he knew that there were two people who were killed, and one of them was Jiang Fuyao, who was known for being virtuous and benevolent in Qingcheng, Leng Cangran had no other thoughts than to wait for the murderer in the human skin and corpse case.

As for the other male deceased, he also had a faint bad premonition in his heart.

Thinking from the direction of discovering the female deceased, his next direction is more focused on the famous people who had influence in Qingcheng.

However, this is only his personal opinion, Wei Hai also said that he can focus on this direction to focus on the identity of the male deceased who has not yet surfaced.

Ye Ziluo only nodded after hearing this, didn't say anything else, and quickly separated from Leng Cangran at the door of the yamen.

Leng Cangran continued to check the identity of the male deceased according to the available clues and see if he could list the suspects who were most likely to be the murderers.

Ye Ziluo went to the dumpling shop first, and found that the door was closed, so he ran to the nearest incense candle shop, and happened to meet Yin Seventeen and Zeng Pinzheng, who had just come out of the dumpling shop.

The two were about to walk to the coffin next door, at the invitation of Wang Lao.

Yin Seventeen first roughly talked about the situation on her and Zeng Pinzheng's side, and after hearing this, Ye Ziluo felt that it was a good thing that there was progress, and he also sighed:

"I can't imagine that Boss Jiang and Jiang Fuyao have such a ...... past"

Standing in front of the shop on the street, the three of them didn't have much to say or discuss, Ye Ziluo quickly said the results of the autopsy of the female deceased's head, and Leng Cangran focused on the direction of checking the identity of the male deceased.

Regarding the direction of the identity of the male deceased focusing on the celebrities of Qingcheng, Yin Qiqi didn't say anything after hearing it, she also felt that this direction could be investigated.

But at the same time, she always has a bit of a weird and contradictory feeling.

I can't tell what it is, it's just an intuition that suddenly arises.

She couldn't figure out what it was, so she simply didn't think about it for now.

If Ye Ziluo asked Ye Ziluo again, did he let Leng Cangran investigate the murderer and the suspect, but did he add that the murderer was likely to have a soft spot for the long black and bright hair?

Ye Ziluo also thought of this, nodded and said that he had mentioned it.

Yin Seventeen pushed open the door panel of the shop that Wang Lao had deliberately left a seam, and took the lead in entering the coffin shop.

The three of them walked straight through the courtyard and did not enter the hall, but sat down in the courtyard.

Because of the sudden appearance of the head of the female deceased, Wang Lao started from Wang Erzhu's bedroom when he sprinkled and cleaned it in the morning, and he didn't even sprinkle it anywhere in the house today.

After Yin Seventeen and the three people left, Wang Lao gradually eased up, and he also came back to his senses, and even figured out some things, so he started to sprinkle and sweep up.

The hall has been swept clean, and the mess in the house has long been cleaned up.

When Yin Seventeen and the three people entered the courtyard of the courtyard, Wang Lao had already put a copper pot of well water to heat, tea leaves, tea bowls were also prepared, and there was a red clay stove next to it, which was very old, giving people a feeling of age.

Wang Lao glanced up at the three of them, and motioned for the three of them to sit down on the other three empty low stools around him, and the four of them sat down around a round table that had been specially moved out of the back room.

There is a piece of tea cake on the table, and there are four tea bowls of the same color, which are not new, and they are also some years old.

As soon as the three of them sat down, Wang Lao reached out and took the tea cake and started to do it, wanting to make tea for the three of them to drink:

"I don't know when you're coming, so I didn't wait early, the tea won't taste good when it's cold."

This can be regarded as an explanation, which is very different from the previous attitude of Wang Lao towards the three of them.

The well water in the copper kettle has not yet boiled, and it has just been put into the clay stove for a short time.

Yin Qiqi looked at the complete set of tools specially used to make tea on the table, which was in addition to the tea set necessary for making tea.

She took the tea cake in Wang Lao's hand and wanted to break some tea powder to make tea for the three of her, Wang Lao was robbed of the tea cake, and looked at Yin Seventeen a little inexplicably:

"What do you kid do?"

Yin Seventeen didn't mind that Wang Lao was calling him a kid, so he only pursed his lips and said:

"Rest Wang, let's make tea with me!"

Ye Ziluo had never seen Yin Seventeen make tea with tea cakes, so he couldn't help asking:

"Will you?"

Hearing Ye Ziluo's question, Wang Lao became more and more distrustful of Yin Seventeen:

"You kid is from a rich background, you must have never done such a tea-making effort, don't waste my tea cakes! I haven't made tea for Erzhu today...... It's not okay if the craftsmanship is too poor! ”

Yin Seventeen was full of confidence, and first said to the leaves:

"Of course I will, you haven't seen it, but that doesn't mean I won't."

With a turn of his face, Yin Seventeen turned to Wang Lao and said:

"Although it can't be said that the tea art is extremely good, but it is absolutely impossible to waste your tea cakes, Mr. Wang! And also...... There are only four tea bowls on this table, Mr. Wang, are you missing one? ”

There are three of them, one for each of them, one for Wang Lao, and one for Wang Erzhu's ghost, isn't there one less?

Unexpectedly, Wang Lao lowered his voice slightly and said, "It's good if you don't waste it...... I don't drink tea! ”

No...... Drink tea?

Yin Seventeen swept the tea set and all the special tools for making tea on the table, and said:

"So your son likes tea?"

Wang Lao glared at the tea cake that had not yet been broken in Yin Seventeen's hand, and said very dissatisfied:

"Are you going to be a kid?"

It turns out that Wang Erzhu really likes to drink tea, and he really pities Wang Lao's father's heart.

Wang Erzhu has been dead for thirteen years, and according to Wang Lao Fangcai's statement, it is not difficult to imagine that he has made a bowl of tea for Wang Erzhu to drink under the spring every day in the past thirty years.

Ye Ziluo didn't open his mouth to ask more, and Zeng Pinzheng rarely choked up.

Zeng Pin was looking at Wang Lao in front of him, and couldn't help but think of his father who was killed by an arrow he designed, and he didn't know whether he was uncomfortable that he didn't have such a good father, or that he was uncomfortable that he had killed his own father.

Ye Ziluo and Zeng Pinzheng were speechless for a while, only staring at Yin Seventeen, who was not very skilled, but it was indeed a hand movement that could make tea.

Yin Seventeen first smashed a small corner of the tea cake, which was enough to brew four bowls of tea, and then grinded it finely, and then sifted it, and finally only a fine tea powder remained, and the portion was evenly divided into four parts, each poured into four tea bowls.

Lifting the boiling copper kettle again, Ye Ziluo had already helped Yin Seventeen take off the tea lid, and the two cooperated to pour hot water into each bowl one by one, and the hot water quickly brewed the tea powder in the open bowl, and a fragrance of tea quickly wafted in the courtyard courtyard.

Wang Lao didn't say anything, neither praised Yin Seventeen nor damaged Yin Seventeen, but only picked up the tea bowl in front of him, and moved his steps to Wang Erzhu's bedroom, and soon there was a whisper from inside that could be heard by the three people in the courtyard:

"Erzhu, this tea is a little late today, don't you blame your father, and ah...... This tea is not made by my father, it is made by the kid who said that he could find out your grievances back then, my father saw that he made it well, and his technique was rusty, and the order was right, and this tea was brewed well, you drank it, and tomorrow my father will make it for you with his own hands, and bring you ......"

While reading, Wang Lao put the tea bowl on the high table near the bed in Wang Erzhu's bedroom, and Wang Erzhu's tablet was placed on the high table.

After putting it away, he stared at the tea bowl for a long time, and Wang Laofang sighed again:

"Son, my father is useless, it's been thirteen years, my father is really useless! Now there is a rare opportunity, my father didn't fully understand, and he couldn't figure out whether the murderer of the human skin and corpse case was helping you avenge your grievances, or not, my father really didn't think it through...... Maybe the kid outside is right, this is an opportunity, but what kind of opportunity is it, who is the one who can really overturn the case for you, my father didn't have the ability to think it through, so my father wanted to give it a go...... Having said that, maybe there is a real chance to ......"

After Wang Lao delivered tea to Wang Erzhu's tablet in front of Ling, he lit three pillars of incense again, and he slowly walked back to the small courtyard and sat down.

Yin Seventeen and the Three Men could hear it clearly, and they didn't have the heart to drink tea.

Wang Lao said: "Why don't you drink the tea you brew?" Do you think your tea art is not good, or do you think the tea cakes I bought from my old man are not good? ”

"Drink! Of course I drank it! Yin Qiqi hurriedly responded, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip: "My tea art is good, and this tea cake is also good, but it's a pity that you don't drink tea, Mr. Wang." ”

Ye Ziluo and Zeng Pinzheng also picked up the tea bowl and drank.

The leaves fell like Yin Seventeen, and only took a sip.

Zeng Pinzheng took a sip after a bite, and ate half a bowl of tea before putting it down.

Wang Lao didn't have any interest in playing with Yin Seventeen, so he only snorted lightly and said:

"It's a long story, you guys are hungry when you drink tea, and there are a few pancakes in the kitchen, which I baked at dinner, and they're still hot in the pot, and which of you went and fetched them."

Yin Seventeen and Zeng Pin were still eating a bowl of white rice and a little sauerkraut leaves at Xiao Daguan's house, and they were not hungry.

Ye Ziluo is different, he hasn't had dinner yet, although he can stand hungry, but Wang Lao is very warm.

Under the gesture of Yin Seventeen's eyes, the youngest Zeng Pin was speaking:

"I'll go, it just so happens that Brother Ye hasn't had dinner yet, I'll go and get it for Brother Ye to fill his stomach!"

As soon as it was dark, Wang Lao took the lantern under the corridor of the courtyard, which were two big red lanterns, the red ones were very good-looking, and they were also quite bright.

The round table was placed a few steps away from the porch, and there was an oil lamp on the table, the wick was the brightest, and the silver glow that had been sprinkled lightly this night, and the scene in the courtyard was illuminated, and everything could be seen clearly.

Zeng Pinzheng went to fetch the pancakes and put them in the gray-blue porcelain plate, there were five of them.

Wang Lao said that he made six dinners, and he only ate one with a bowl of gruel, and there was a lot left, so that the three of them didn't have to be restrained, and they all took it and tasted it.

Yin Seventeen is okay, Zeng Pin is at the age of growing up, and a bowl of rice is not enough to fill his stomach, so he and Ye Zi are not polite, and soon each pick up a pancake and eat it.

Although Wang Lao saw that Yin Seventeen was not hungry, he also took a pancake and bit it slowly, and did not say anything anymore, and then saw Ye Ziluo and Zeng Pin eating the pancake made by him with relish, and the illusion that Wang Erzhu and his old wife were still alive began to pervade.

The past events of thirteen years ago have also begun to slowly unfold and narrate.

Earlier, Mr. Wang briefly talked about the relationship between Wang Erzhu and Xiao Yatou, which is known to outsiders, from the disagreement between him and his wife at the beginning, to the strong approval of the husband and wife later, and briefly said it again.

The focus stopped at the next day before Xiao Yatou's disappearance.

It was sunny at the end of the day, and Xiao Yatou did not come to the coffin shop early in the morning to help as usual that day, but went to the coffin shop after the morning and arrived at the next morning.

As soon as Xiao Yatou entered the coffin shop, she was busy with her hands and feet as usual.

At that time, Wang Lao was still young, Wang Erzhu learned Wang Lao's craft, the father and son were still cooperating in the courtyard to make coffins, and Wang Lao's old wife Ah Xiu took Xiao Yatou to do housework, and watched the shop to do the odd work of the shop.

Originally, everything was as usual, but when it was dusk, before Xiao Yatou left the coffin and went back to her house, she suddenly quarreled with Wang Erzhu in Wang Erzhu's bedroom.

At first, it was very quiet, and the old couple only thought it was a little stumbling, nothing serious.

But when it was time to close the shop later, Wang Lao went over and called Wang Erzhu to help close the shop, and the noise in Wang Erzhu's bedroom became louder and louder, and Wang Laofang realized that the little couple was not an ordinary quarrel, but a fierce quarrel.

Yin Seventeen asked, "Can Elder Wang remember what time it was?" ”

Wang Lao said: "The coffin shop is closed after dark, about two o'clock in the unitary hour. ”

Asked Wang Lao again if he heard the reason why Wang Erzhu and Xiao Yatou quarreled at that time, Wang Lao was silent for a long time, and said:

"The girl wants to quit ......"

As for the reason why Xiao Yatou wanted to withdraw from her family, Wang Lao didn't hear anything at the time, and after Xiao Yatou cried and ran out of the coffin shop to go home not long after, Wang Lao asked his son.

At first, Wang Erzhu didn't say anything, but he was also in tears, and his eyes were red.

Wang Lao said: "Later, my mother and I kept asking, and Erzhu finally replied to us - it's all his fault!" (To be continued.) )