Zhu Yan was standing under the corridor at the moment, looking up at the delicate eaves and small lanterns, swaying from time to time with the slightly cold spring breeze.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't dare to think about the situation that had just come into his eyes.

This morning, I had decided to come with Yuan Rin to meet Zhu Qi's mother, that is, the concubine of her father Zhu Heng, but because the song building had not yet opened in the early morning, I came here at this time to hide people's eyes and take away the woman.

But when they arrived at the song building, the people who were supposed to freshen up early and had been waiting for them did not come out for a long time, so they had to go to the place where she lived to call people, and after calling a few times and no one answered, the boss of the song house promised them to send someone to break down the door.

There's something scary about the sight inside......

The ground was splattered with blood, and when I looked up again, I saw a man wearing a blood-stained plain coat, hanging straight on the beams of the house.

Although the course of anatomy was no stranger to Zhu Yan, all she saw were whole corpses or scattered corpses and bones soaked in formalin, skin for skin, meat for meat, fat for fat, all clean, without a trace of blood spots and signs of decay, and there was only a slight pungent smell of formaldehyde in the well-ventilated dissection room, not the bloody kind that had just caught the eye.

Fortunately, Yuan Rin helped her out very intimately, otherwise she was really not sure if she would not be able to stand the scene inside.

"Ah Yan, are you better?" Yuan Rin walked out slowly, wiping her hands with a handkerchief, while looking at her complexion, "It seems to be better, Fang Cai's face is white with fright." ”

“…… I haven't killed anyone. Zhu Yan muttered dissatisfiedly, she had killed the mice used in the real yàn. She used a cervical dislocation, and there was no blood, and she also dissected the femur and liver of the mouse by hand. Xu is that her anatomy is good, the knife did not cut the blood vessels, and there is basically not much blood outflow...... I just remember that when I put mice to death, I often encountered a struggle to resist death, and maybe I couldn't succeed for several minutes, and it was not as easy as the operation was written, and it was inevitable to sigh at that time, presumably it was more difficult to kill people......

"She is Ah Qi's mother. She is called 'Zigui' here, they said. Yuan Rin took a few steps into the corridor and looked at a little light in the eastern sky.

Zhu Yan lowered his head. Of course she knew the identity of the deceased, and she was very worried, how should she tell Zhu Qi about this matter? Yesterday she was jubilantly and expectantly asking herself if her mother was about to come with them. But at that time, who would have known that it was the result now?!

The greater the hope. How to accept such a completely opposite result? She asked herself if she couldn't do it, and she didn't believe that Zhu Qi, a little girl who was only thirteen or fourteen, could do it.

"Would you like to go in and have a look? I have already instructed Guan He to inform Zhou Rong, and he will definitely come over in person in a while. Yuan Rin held her hand through her sleeve.

A little warm breath came from his fingers, Zhu Yan felt a little relieved, and asked in a low voice while following him in: "But Master Zhou?" He seems to be holding an official position in this Jiangnan, but my mother has not sued me, and she does not know much about Bai Ping. ”

“…… You don't have to know that. Yuan Rin pursed his lips. He didn't want Zhu Yan to have too much to do with these officials, which would only make her situation more suspicious. Fortunately, Zhou Rong also knew that this matter had nothing to do with the Xu Mansion, so he would naturally only come quietly and try to make it happen.

Zhu Yan raised his eyebrows, didn't fight anymore, and turned his eyes to look inside the room.

The woman, who was called "Zigui", had been put down, and the contents of a low table had been piled on the ground so that the delicate pear blossom wood low table could serve as a makeshift mortuary.

Because Zigui also lives with his daughter Zhu Qi, the house is very spacious, and the layout inside is also very elegant, the house is separated by an apricot yellow veil, and there is a bed inside, and there are dressing tables, bookcases, piano tables and other things outside, it can be seen that Zigui's daily life is quite leisurely and elegant.

The beam of the room where she was hanging was near the veil, so the apricot yellow veil was also splashed with red blood spots, like a brilliant spring flower blooming on the yellow brocade.

There are countless scratches on Zigui's face, the blood has dried up, the wound is slightly scabbed, and occasionally the skin that has not been scratched is also so swollen that she can't distinguish the original appearance at all, but there are no other wounds, I think that the blood spots on the ground, on the veil, and on her clothes should all be caused by the scars on her face.

But why did she ruin her face like this?

Zhu Yan shook her head, she had always been a little unable to understand why a person would commit suicide, so she couldn't understand why she even died and destroyed her appearance like this?

"Ah Yan, come here." Yuan Rin leaned out and pointed at the apricot yellow veil, and Zhu Yan's gaze followed the place he pointed to, and firmly fell on a little bloodstain.

Strangely, the blood was small at the bottom and large at the top, that is, the blood should have been splashed by Zigui when she stood by the veil, not after she had hung herself on the beam.

Yuan Rin's hand moved, and it landed on another blood stain, which turned out to be completely opposite to Fang Cai's direction.

"It's weird." Zhu Yan blinked, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the blood spot from a different angle, always feeling that from this angle, the shape of the two points of blood was exactly the same, was it just because the blood spots looked the same?

"This son, there is a letter here, which should have been left by Sister Zigui." The owner of the song house has quietly left here, leaving only a little girl who looks quite clever here to check the situation.

The letter was not stained with blood, it was for Zhu Yan.

Since it was for himself, Zhu Yan took it unceremoniously, the handwriting inside was very delicate, and the brushstrokes trembled slightly, perhaps it was written when he was extremely excited, so it would be like this.

The content is generally about the time when he met Zhu Yan and her father Zhu Heng, and received great grace, but unfortunately he was greedy for life and afraid of death when his family and country were broken, and when he got a little news of the rebellion, he persuaded Zhu Heng to leave Beijing, and after seeing him ignore him, he fled to Jiangnan in advance, and his life was difficult in the future, so he had to return to his old business, and he really had no shame to see her young lady and her mother, Xu Zhenzhen, so she chose to die by herself, I only hope that Zhu Yan can see the face of her deceased father, take good care of Zhu Qi, and when she is older, she will find a relative family for her to marry early.

Zhu Yan handed the letter to Yuan Rin, which seemed a little incomprehensible to her, but it was nothing to be ashamed of being a piano girl...... Maybe Yuan Rin can better understand what this woman is thinking, and it is better to leave it to him.

Zhu Yan gently lifted the veil and turned into the inner room.

The bed tent inside is snow-white, and only an old plum is outlined at the head of the bed.

Zhu Yan looked at it fixedly, vaguely recognizing the appearance of the red plum in his bones, and his heart jumped for no reason, and he took a few steps closer.

Just as she was about to walk to the bed, Yuan Rin hurriedly called her outside.

Zhu Yan had to put aside his curiosity, turned around and lifted the veil and went out.

"Ah Yan, wait a minute!" Yuan Rin was raising his head from a corner and looking at her with an extremely strange expression, seeing that Zhu Yan's heart was furious, and he could only maintain the movement of lifting the veil, and froze there waiting for him to come quickly.

After Yuan Rin got closer, he reached out and stroked her cheek, and his slightly cool fingers suddenly slid extremely quickly, and he whispered, "Sure enough, ......"

Zhu Yan turned her head sideways in confusion, and suddenly suddenly, the veil that was held in her hand was in the form of two overlapping pieces, if she was in her current position, someone slipped a hole on her face, and the blood spot was splashed on this side at the same time, because the light yarn was transparent, it must also be printed on the opposite side of the piece with a blood spot of the same shape and opposite direction.

The little girl didn't know what kind of dumb riddle they were playing, and asked timidly, "Childe, do you want to take the ash from this corner?" ”

"Not necessarily." Yuan Rin remembered Fang Cai's discovery this time, and pulled Zhu Yan to the corner of the wall near the window.

There were thick pinches of grey on the willow floor, and those laid in the thinnest spots were flying in the breeze caused by walking.

"Is this ......? It seems to be paper, right? Zhu Yan squatted down and looked at the pile of ashes, the smell of burning paper was quite strong, but when he smelled it carefully, it seemed that there was also a slight smell of burnt feathers, which was the unique smell of protein burning, "This ...... What exactly was it? ”

"I guess so...... Framed paintings, calligraphy and manuscripts. Yuan Rin stood against the wall, he had already asked the little girl, she said that her sister Zigui was not only proficient in the piano, unparalleled in singing, but also carved in calligraphy, painting and poetry.

Yuan Rin remembered that she used to be the concubine of an important minister in Beijing, and naturally according to the atmosphere of talented women in Beijing, the house was mostly decorated with her own calligraphy and paintings, and the desk should also have her own manuscripts, but he had just looked for them, and all these things were missing, so there was only one explanation, that is, Zigui burned all these things before he cut himself.

"Why burn?" Zhu Yan got up slowly, and was a little bit by him, thinking that it seemed to be true, most of the times when framing would be edged with brocade, so there would be a little bit of burnt smell that was not obvious.

"Since it's 'shameless' goodbye to you, naturally these things shouldn't be kept." Yuan Rin smiled lowly, suddenly leaned into her ear, and whispered, "I've seen the poems in your house, why haven't you written them for nearly half a year?" Is it because studying medicine is too tiring and has no mental strength? ”

Zhu Yan only felt that her mind was blank, those few poems were left by the real Zhu Yan, which recorded her previous mood and encounters, and she only read it hastily once, because she felt that it was too delicate, she threw it away and didn't touch it again......

This thing is like a diary, the best way to see a person's character, and she is the same as the original one, no matter how you look at it, she can't beat it together, she herself will not believe that a person's amnesia can change the character that has been cultivated over the years, not to mention Yuan Rin, is he doubting his true identity very early? (To be continued......)