There was a moment of silence in the room, but it was filled by the sound of falling rain.

"The eldest uncle will be the eldest uncle." Fu Zhuang laughed, his expression was gentle, "I think I still deserve your call." After speaking, he pointed behind Fu Jun: "You open the door, so that your husband can rest assured." ”

Fu Jun thought about it, opened the door according to his words, and said "thank you" to him again.

The door opened, bringing a cool breeze, blowing the butter candle swaying, and Fu Zhuang's face became erratic.

"I wonder what you want to say to me?" Fu Jun said, while lifting the skirt and walking to the middle of the room, he found a vermilion lacquer armchair and sat down.

There was a teapot and a Qingdong porcelain pot on the table next to her, and she held the pot and poured some hot tea into the pot and held it in her palm to warm her hands.

Fu Zhuang glanced at her.

In the flickering candlelight, the woman opposite her had clear eyes and a quiet expression, and she did not look uneasy because she saw him.

His eyes became very indistinguishable, as if he was wondering what she was thinking, and as if he was pleased with her appearance at the moment.

After a moment, his flat voice came: "When did you find out?" ”

He Jingbian had already told Fu Zhuang the general situation, and the doubts in his heart at the moment also came from this.

Fu Jun knew it in his heart, looked at him quietly with his eyes, and said in a light voice: "I found out that you had a problem in March this year; It was determined that you were the murderer of the Three Corpses and the head of the mysterious organization on the day of the wedding of the second brother in April this year. ”

"Brother Cong'er's wedding day?" Fu Zhuang played with the tea cup on the table, looking a little dazed.

"It was that day." Fu Jun responded, "You should remember that Shanqiao found you that day and said that my father asked you to go to Qianhu to talk. You saw two similar backs at the fork in the road to Qianhu, both of them were very similar to my father, and when you hesitated who to stop, both of them walked away, and finally you still waited for a while in Qianhu before you reached my father. ”

"It is true." Fu Zhuang also remembered that Fu Geng did ask him to talk to Qianhu that day, mainly about some things facing up.

"You probably don't know. One of those two was my father. The other is my little uncle, Lord Yuan. Because of the resemblance between the two of them, I asked them to play this play to see if you were color blind. ”

"Color blindness?" Fu Zhuang paused with his hand playing with the teacup. Raised his eyes and looked at Fu Jun: "What is color blindness, please ask the county lord to be confused." ”

Fu Jun raised his head, smiled lightly at Fu Zhuang, and whispered, "In front of the eldest uncle." The niece of the word puzzle does not dare to be. 'Color blindness' is a neologism coined by my grandfather to refer to a disease. People with this type of color blindness can't tell the difference between red and dark green, and you have it. That day at the intersection of Qianhu Lake, my father and my uncle were dressed in a red robe and a dark green robe. You can't tell who's who from a distance. However, my father met with you early that morning, if it were a normal person. I will never forget that my father is wearing a green robe, and I will not recognize my little uncle in a red robe as my father at all. And you're colorblind. I can't tell the difference from my coat alone, and my little uncle looks like my father, so you finally used a stupid method and went directly to Qianhu to wait for my father. ”

When Fu Jun spoke, Fu Zhuang kept his eyes slightly hanging and playing with the tea cup, so that people couldn't see his expression, and when Fu Jun said it, he sighed a little sadly: "I see, but I was negligent, and I didn't see that this was a plan." ”

He didn't seem annoyed or depressed, his words were still gentle and modest, and his demeanor was pleasant, and after a pause, he changed his words, "It's just that I still don't quite understand, what is the relationship between color blindness and the three corpses?" ”

"These two have a great relationship," Fu Jun glanced at him lightly, and his voice was clear: "I don't know if you still remember the two cases of Dagongfang and Changlefang?" ”

"I remember." Fu Zhuang's tone was as usual, and there was no trace of confusion and guilt in his demeanor.

Fu Jun got up and walked to the door, splashed the slightly cool tea at the bottom of the steps, and then turned his head and smiled: "You may not know that the murderer made a fatal mistake in each of these two cases, one is the Qian Lingsha that appeared in the Dagongfang case, and the other is the new paint on the window sill in the Changle Fang case." At this point, she paused, and her smile added a hint of playfulness: "When I say this, I think you will understand." ”

When Fu Jun said Qian Lingsha, Fu Zhuang's expression did not change, but when he heard the words "new paint on the windowsill", his pupils shrank slightly, and the breath on his body instantly became cold.

However, this change was only for a moment, and soon he smiled softly again: "I knew that the county lord was investigating the case of the three corpses, but I didn't expect the county lord to investigate the case from such a tricky angle. Thinking about it at this time, I'm afraid that I got the wrong color of the paint that night, so that the county lord could see that something was wrong. He said, there was a little smile on his face, like the elders were happy to be blue in the younger generations, "The county lord is an extraordinary person, from the first name of the young man to the state banquet, and then to donate to the country and avenge his mother, all of them are magnificent and upright, and the county lord is really a model of the royal family." ”

Later, his voice gradually became excited, and he looked up at Fu Jun, his eyes were bright, and he actually carried a bit of fanaticism and admiration.

"I'm just a mortal." Fu Jun's voice was calm, and his expression did not change at all, "The reason why I found out that you are different is because of an old lady who knows the history of the Hou Mansion. ”

Fu Zhuang was stunned, and a trace of uneasiness crossed his expression: "What does the county lord mean by this?" ”

Fu Jun returned to the side of the desk and sat down, staring at Fu Zhuang: "Many years ago, I helped a girl named Li Nian'er in Gusu, and because something happened to her family, I sent her to her distant aunt and grandmother. Some time ago, Li Nian'er and her aunt Yan came to the Guogong Mansion, and coincidentally, this Yan turned out to be the son of the Zhao family in Sichuan, the grandmother's mother's family, and worked in the needlework room of the Pingnan Hou Mansion. It was from her that I learned about the Tsui Zhai back then. ”

The expression on Fu Zhuang's face faded cleanly all of a sudden.

He looked at Fu Jun fixedly, those plain and gentle eyes were like two black holes at the moment, bottomless.

Fu Jun turned his eyes to look out the door.

The night rolls in, like thick ink soaked in rice paper, and like black velvet spreading layer by layer. I don't know when, the twilight is over, the night is deep, the lanterns under the corridor reflect the autumn rain, and the world is full of scattered rain.

"You...... How much do you know? Fu Zhuang's voice seemed to be washed by the rain, without a trace of emotion, plain and indifferent, like a cold rain knocking on the window.

Fu Jun held the pot in his sleeves, poured some hot tea into the cup, held the teacup with both hands, quietly stared at the slightly blue tea in the cup, and said slowly: "I don't know much, but I know everything I should know, including the cousin of the grandmother who suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly, the cousin came when the grandmother was pregnant, and the cousin was also pregnant at that time." Afterward...... Grandmother ...... 'gave birth' to you, and the cousin disappeared mysteriously, never to be seen again, and no one knew about her child...... Where did it go? (To be continued.) )