He pursed his eyes slightly, and found that the totem on the paper was different from the one he remembered, the swastika left at the fire scene was left-handed, and the totem on the paper was right-handed.

*

As the sun draws west, the lights and shadows in the house are heavy, and the wall reflects the figure of the person who bows his head and writes next to the oil lamp, like a huge eagle, with huge wings.

Standing next to the wooden shelf, the servant brother held a large pile of old files and asked, "Ah Hua, have you copied these old case files?" ”

"What's your name?" The woman did not raise her head, but grasped the brush in her hand, and wrote the blank paper.

"The Case of Aunt Liu's Theft of Melons", "The Case of Losing the Corpse in Yizhuang", "The Arson Case of the Qinglou", "The Case of the Nameless Corpse".

Hearing this, Shunhua paused his pen and thought to himself that these names were strange.

"I haven't copied these yet, Brother Zongzhe, please help me move here."

"Okay, wait, the aisles are full of files, aren't you usually good at tidying up?"

Like an official lady with an umbrella on a rainy day, the little brother of the official who watched the people in detail jumped in front of Shunhua on tiptoe, looking for a place to settle in the scattered files.

"It's all here, so much, can you finish arguing? Adults are really, seeing that you have a good memory, they will push all the clerical work to you to do. The uneven servant shook his head.

The woman lowered her head, quickly surpassed the file in her hand, raised her hand to pick up the document that Huang Zongzhe had just put down, and quickly flipped through it: ""Aunt Liu's melon theft case"? Stealing a melon is filed separately? ”

"Of course, you don't know how sensational this case was back then?"

"Let's hear it, anyway, I'm a little bored." Shunhua continued to hold the pen and listened to him.

"Since you ask questions sincerely, I will spare no effort to tell you without reservation." The little brother nodded and said with great interest: "Twenty years ago, when this Aunt Liu was returning home at night, passing by the melon field, she saw that the watermelons planted by others were big and round, so she was greedy and had crooked thoughts, thinking of taking two away. ”

The woman nodded as she wrote, and the flame on the oil lamp suddenly flickered, and it seemed that it was about to go out.

The little brother was stunned, picked up the lampshade to protect the oil lamp, and said: "She went around the field, trying to pick the biggest one, but she didn't bring a sickle, so she could only pull up the watermelon vines on the ground. ”

"Found what?" The woman guessed perfunctorily, "Did you find gold?" ”

"Cut, there is gold hidden in the watermelon field, this case will not be called "Aunt Liu's Case of Stealing Melons", it should be called "Aunt Liu's Gold Theft Case"."

The little brother sat on a stool with a face full of words: You don't know anything about the truth.

"Okay, don't be sassy, let's talk about it, what's so special in that field?"

"Hey, hey, then Aunt Liu took a closer look, and actually found a white-fronted tiger lying there..." Believe it, right? ”

Shunhua raised his head and gave him a blank look, "Give you a look and understand it yourself." ”

"Come on, seriously."

The man's voice suddenly sank, and everything seemed to go back to that summer day, when the woman was standing in front of the melon field.

"The moment Aunt Liu pulled up the melon vine, she lifted the curtain that was hidden by the sand and stones, revealing a huge deep pit in which countless corpses were buried."

Shunhua paused, raised his eyes, and asked nervously, "Who are those?" Has the killer been identified? ”

"It is said that it was a court official who died, and the whole family was killed, and then the body was buried in a watermelon field that was left unattended."

The little brother sighed slightly, and said a little deflated: "The murderer was not found, the case was handed over to the Criminal Department that year, and the county official was still a hot-blooded young man, he had asked about the case many times, but he could not get a clear reply, and later, he learned that the saint had ordered that the case should not be investigated." ”

"The saint ordered that no investigation should be pursued, it's too strange, isn't it the official family who died? The court should strictly abide by the law, make an example of each other, and find out the real culprit? Why is it not allowed to be traced? ”

"Little brother, I don't know, but if you copy the case file and copy the case file, this kind of thing, just listen to it, or don't get too deep."

The little brother looked at the name of the case file and said with emotion: "Otherwise, I will be numb like the county official, and lose the original intention of handling the case." ”

"Don't worry, I won't." Shun Hua smiled frankly, his clear and bright eyes were still full of brilliance, "So, why is this case not simply called "The Case of Burying Corpses in the Melon Field", but such a general name?" ”

"Don't you know? There is a rule in the Yafu, but whenever it touches the bottom line of the official family, it will be replaced by another name, so that future generations will not guess the clue. ”

"So that's the case, presumably this "Yizhuang Lost Body Case" is not as simple as imagined?"

Shunhua put the two case files on the table and quickly copied them.

"That's not true, this case, as the name suggests, is as simple as Yizhuang throwing away the body, but you don't know how sensational this case was at the time."

Brother Zongzhe seems to have an addiction to storytelling, and he said case after case.

"In this matter, I also heard Wu Zhutou say, in the early morning thirteen years ago, hundreds of people surrounded the door of the yamen, and they beat drums and shouted grievances, wanting to sue the people of Yizhuang, the guards were not effective, so that the bodies of their relatives were stolen, and some people shouted that it was the people of Yizhuang who stole the corpses and gave them to others to marry."

"kiss? Is it similar to a ghost marriage? She asked, puzzled.

"Almost, at that time, the county magistrate was blinded, and in order to find out the truth of the matter, he sent a lot of officials to the stolen Yizhuang to find out."

Shunhua listened very attentively, and the brush in his hand still had never heard it, not even a word crooked.

"It's very strange, Yizhuang in the city has lost hundreds of corpses, even if it is really a yin parent, it is impossible to ask for so many, and what is even more strange is that the business of the coffin shop has not improved."

"Then it must not be used to match the kiss." The woman said thoughtfully.

"You think so too, but unfortunately, after so many years, let alone the murderer, even the body has never been recovered."

The little brother of the official held back the weakness of the scream, and shouted: "Why, God is so unfair, they have so many opportunities to investigate some appalling and frightening cases, they can make meritorious contributions, rise to the top, and go to the main city criminal department on an errand, but I, but I want to succumb to here, be a little errand, and help investigate some trivial cases such as "The Old King Next Door Steals His Belly Pocket" and "The Case of Theft of Radish in the Market". ”

"Be content."

Shunhua gently turned the brush, put it back on the pen holder, stretched his waist, yawned and said, "There is no big case, what does it mean?" The country and the people are safe, the people live and work in peace and contentment, the three views are upright, and the etiquette is law-abiding, so naturally there are only some thieves and thieves left. ”

"You finished copying it so quickly?" The little brother of the official said in surprise.

"Iron Man also needs to take a break, let me be lazy and sleep for a while, I don't know what's going on lately, I always feel sleepy."

The man looked at Shunhua and scratched his head, lying on the table, as if he wanted to be lazy for a while, so he crossed his waist and said: "Look at you so young, I didn't expect that you can't stay up so much, forget it, wait a minute, I'll go out to help you watch the sentry, don't sleep too long." ”

She closed her eyes, leaned on the table, and waved her hand, "Alright." ”

Before long, the little brother of the official lightly helped Shunhua to bring the door and went out quietly.

As soon as the door closed, the seemingly closed eyes quietly opened, and she looked at the closed door and began to search for the case.

Recently, she will be so 'lazy', although the county magistrate of Luoshui City trusts her very much and will arrange for her to copy the old case file, which is a convenient errand, but unfortunately, some case files are indeed something that she should not and cannot touch.

For example, those cases that have been hidden behind the door of hints for a long time.

She pulled up the small hairpin hidden in her hair, inserted it along the keyhole, and opened the lock with ease.

Looking around, she had already read half of the case files in the entire secret room, but she still hadn't found the case file she was looking for.

At that time, the reason why she would ask Steward Gu if she had something to hide from her was because she found a letter written by the county magistrate of Luoshuicheng to his father, which clearly read: [Master Yan, the case you inquired about has made progress recently, please come to the Luoshuicheng Yamen quickly. 】

Why, why did her father report to the official?

Steward Gu obviously knew something, why didn't he say anything.

"No, this isn't, that isn't..." the woman frantically opened the file and browsed through the black and white letters on it.

In the blink of an eye, she was able to finish reading a dossier and put it back in place, and suddenly, the woman's eyes were drawn to the ink on the dossier.

She pulled out all the files in front of her and flipped through them continuously, only to find that almost every case file had traces of being smeared with ink.

"Which black-hearted ghost is actually scribbling on such an important case, isn't he afraid that he won't be able to find the real culprit and be struck by lightning..."

Before the muttering voice was finished, the shocking words in front of her deeply tied her heart and made Shunhua startled.

She read in surprise: "In the first year of Wanqiong, Yan Jingtian, the richest man in the main city, came to the yamen of Luoshui City in a very anxious manner and said... Gone, his wife anxiously added, what was lost was..., the situation was very critical, the officials of the whole city searched outside the city overnight, seven days and seven nights, and still failed to help Yan Jingtian find it..."

What the hell are my father and mother looking for, damn it! The most important part was actually smeared with ink.

What the hell is going on?

Her mother had been living in Liqian City before her death, and she followed her father to live in the main city after her mother's death.

If they lost something, they should also go to Liqian City to report to the official, why did they have to travel thousands of miles to Luoshui City?

Could it be that this Mrs. Yan does not refer to her own mother, but to Aunt Xu.

Or is it that my father is taking my mother to do business everywhere, passing through Luoshui City, and being robbed of goods?

Whenever she thinks of the depths of the mystery, the woman is always in a trance, and she doesn't even know what is happening around her, but, very strangely, she always feels that there is a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows, peeking at herself.

Shunhua suddenly raised his head and looked towards the door, but he didn't find anything, the oil lamp on the table, the open case file, the window that didn't close, the door closed, all of them had not changed.

So, where did her feeling of being watched all the time come from?

*

In the early morning of the erection day, Shunhua was again presented with a white envelope, and this time, the drawing on the letter paper was half like a painting of Danqing and half like a map.

If it is connected with the poems I received last time in the opera garden, it just happens to be able to make a masterpiece.

There is spring water in the south and north, but the gulls are coming day by day.

The flower path has never been swept by guests, and the Pengmen is now open for you.

Panfang City is far from having a taste, and the bottle restaurant is poor and old.

He is willing to drink with his neighbor, and he calls out the rest of the cup.

The woman squinted tightly, staring suspiciously at the two pieces of paper on the table, her lips trembling with anger.

"What did this person want, he actually asked Miss Ben to go to the cemetery to find the non-existent moon viewing building..."