XXXII. Cloth shoes of unknown origin
The first rays of light in the morning are sprinkled on everything. Not far from the beggars' settlement in the suburbs, a large area of deep grass behind the house, a figure protrudes from its back, slowly crawling in the grass.
A beggar was dressed in tatters, and his weed-like hairline covered half of his face. He fell to his knees and crouched in the long grass, his hands pulling out the long grass in search of it.
"Where's the baby bump? How can there be anything valuable? I'm looking for it, I'm looking for it, I'm looking for it," the beggar kept talking to himself, and a pair of eyes looked around.
Hey, don't say it yet. He searched for a long time, and lived up to his life, and in his eyes, in the wet grass, a pair of large cloth shoes appeared.
"Hahaha, baby! I really want to find it! The beggar's eyes lit up, and with a smile on his face, he threw himself up and grabbed his cloth shoes. He stood up, took the cloth shoe in his hand and looked through it, and showed a mouthful of big yellow teeth with joy.
A pair of cloth shoes in his hand is a large shoe size worn by a man. The black cloth shoes are white and old, perhaps because they have been worn for too long. The cloth shoes are fine and impeccable, which shows the exquisite craftsmanship of the shoemakers.
The beggar looked at the shoes silly, looked down at his tattered shoes, tilted his head there and thought about it, he kicked off the broken shoes on his feet, and put the cloth shoes he had picked up on his feet, but the shoes were a little smaller, and it took a long time to grin his teeth, and finally stuffed his feet into the shoes.
"New shoes, good luck...... Good luck, new shoes—" His satisfied face wrinkled with a smile, and he hummed an out-of-tune tune, and staggered back to the beggar's land.
On the way, he met his fellow beggar, and he flaunted one foot and smiled madly at the beggar, "Look, new shoes." It's good-looking, it's good-looking..."
"Madman, where did you get the shoes? I'm afraid I didn't take someone else's, right? The beggar stared at the cloth shoes, which were old but still good. Seeing him dancing again, I asked him curiously with a smile in my heart.
He stretched out his hand and pointed in one direction, half-covering his mouth, and whispered to the beggar mysteriously, "I found it in that treasure land, in the grass." Don't talk about it, next time you can't keep it all, you can still find treasures. ”
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart. The people who passed by here, passing by the two of them, overheard the conversation between the two, and couldn't help but stop and think.
Some time ago, there was a case in an inn in the capital. Due to the complexity of the case, Muta people issued a notice offering a reward. According to three clues, the money bag, the fragrance, and the man's big cloth shoes are the points to solve the case. If you find anything suspicious related to this, you can report it to the government to get a reward.
The crazy beggar in front of him, the big cloth shoes he picked up, the source is unclear and very suspicious. The passer-by thought of the silver reward and had a bad idea. The mad beggar was given some silver tickets, and it took no effort to get these cloth shoes.
Mulan Ting was running around the capital, and the whole city had been inquiring for some time, and the case in the inn was full of suspicions, and it was still like a mystery that had not progressed.
On this day, the night lights are bright. The tired Mu Lanting is about to rest in the house. The subordinate came to the house in a hurry and presented a pair of cloth shoes to him. Mu Lanting was suddenly full of energy, and the previous exhaustion was swept away.
He sat alone at the table, looking at the pair of cloth shoes in his hand. The subordinate who handled the case verified and told him that the size of the man's cloth shoes matched the shoe prints left at the scene. But this alone does not mean that these cloth shoes are the shoes of the people of the night. Is it a coincidence? Or maybe someone else?
Mu Lanting's eyes widened, and every microscopic place in the cloth shoes. As he brought his shoes close to the tip of his eye, a breeze blew into the room. Faintly, I smelled a hint of aroma.
Suddenly spotting the suspicious spot, he pressed the shoe closer to his nose, and his keen sense of smell caught the scent he had smelled before.
Even if there is a fragrance left on the cloth shoes, it is impossible to distinguish that the fragrance comes from a man or a woman. Women like to use incense, and some men love each other. Anyway, the gap has been opened, and you can find the owner of this cloth shoe.
Cloth shoes, the aroma clue is already there. But where did the money bag go? … The official's wife loved money as much as her life, and carefully gave the official's money bag to the official. The money bag was brocade woven and inlaid with valuable pearls.
The people stole the money bag in the night, and it is estimated that they will treasure it. Although there are two clues, the key is to find the money bag. As long as the lost money bag is found, there is no way for people to flee in the night. Nowadays, there is no other way but to start with the scent of cloth shoes.
The clues are mixed with true and false, as if walking into a maze. What a thief who is one foot tall and one foot tall! Mu Lanting looked out the window, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
"Why hasn't the eldest brother rested? … Look at the light in the eldest brother's house, and I'll take a look at it at night. The eldest brother didn't sleep at night, was he pondering the strange case? Just as he was in his thoughts, at this time, there was a question from Mu Lankou behind him.
Mu Lanting got up and looked back, only to see Mu Lankou alone, with a listless look on his face, gently shaking the door and entering.
"Why is my sister here at this time? Why does it look a little worse? Seeing her haggard, Mu Lanting showed distress, and stepped forward to help her sit down.
Mu Lankou lowered his head in front of the table, his jade hand supported his face, and said to him unhappily, "Eldest brother doesn't know, since Nan Gongzi married the people's daughter Xinyue, my sister and I are like entering an ice cellar." Lancôme can't figure it out when she dies, which point is not as good as a folk girl? ”
Hearing her mention Nansheng Xinyue, Mu Lanting's heart sank. The shadow of the heart moon flashed in his mind. Since I met her twice, for some reason, there is a shadow of her in the center of my brain. It's just that she didn't have time to think about it, she was a woman herself, and she married her good brother Nansheng.
If it is lovesickness, this love is buried in the heart. Mu Lanting sighed that life is impermanent, and it is impossible to meet the person he loves. The brother and sister had a crush on each other, but they didn't have a chance to face each other in vain.
He was silent for a moment, slowly approached Mu Lankou, stretched out a hand, caressed her head lovingly, and only lowered his comfort and said, "My sister has all the talents and talents, and there are people in the world who are matched." ”
Hearing this, Mu Lankou slowly raised his head, stared out the window, and said with a wry smile, "But, Lancôme only has him in his heart... Even if there are thousands of good men in the world, they are not inferior to a Nansheng. ”
"Why is my sister infatuated? It's better to forget about Nansheng. Mu Lanting spoke bitterly and tried her best to persuade her, "Time is the best medicine." As the days go by, everything will be indifferent. My sister won't be heartbroken. ”
"Actually, if Nansheng is willing... Lancôme is also willing to be a concubine. After being silent for a long time, Mu Lankou shocked Mu Lanting with a word.
Just imagine, if it is not for the deep love in her heart, which woman is willing to be a concubine? It can be seen that Mulankou's love is deep and his love is strong.
Outside the silent window, a lone bird flew by. The color of the sky is gray, revealing a hint of loneliness.