In the fifth year of Taihe, in October, at the beginning of the afternoon.

Chang'an, Wannian County, Pingkangfang, Qingfeng Pavilion.

Zhang Yijun's eyes swept over the middle-aged man, this person was burly, even half a head taller than His Royal Highness King Ying, with mottled temples exposed under the jade-inlaid head, his hair hanging, his eyes were like a sword, and his aura was extraordinary. The middle-aged man also has a well-trimmed bearded goatee on his chin, a dark purple silk robe, and a goldfish bag hanging from his waist.

"What the hell is going on?" The surrounding guests gathered more and more, and the bustard also hurried from the first floor, she saw the guests who came out of the private room, and couldn't help but sink in her heart, thinking that she had encountered a smashing field, but when she squeezed the front from the middle of the guests with two turtles, and looked at the door facing Zhang Yijun, she suddenly recognized that it was the private room where Luo Yao was, and her tone was a little panicked: "Where is Luo Yao?" Where is Luo Yao? ”

For a while, there was chaos in the corridor, there were Qingqi, there were benefactors, some people were panicked, and some people were calm.

Zhang Yijun saluted the middle-aged man, turned to the door and said, "Or ...... from this"

The middle-aged man dressed in gold and purple walked over to Zhang Yijun and urged in a rather stern tone: "Then why don't you open the door?" If you let the murderer escape, you can't afford to bear this responsibility! ”

Zhang Yijun was stunned when he heard this, murderer?

Zhang Yijun didn't have time to think about it, he wanted to say that the door fan had been blocked, but he still tentatively reached out to the door.

And this time, to Zhang Yijun's surprise, he only used a little force, and the door was easily pushed inward, as if the things that had previously blocked it had been removed.

Inside the private room, if it can still be called a private room, sat cross-legged facing the door, a snow-skinned woman, slightly disheveled, with her hair in a disheveled bun and a broken porcelain vase on one side, but this was secondary......

The woman's round eyes were dull, her pupils were dilated, her expression was inexplicably frightened, and there was a dark purple blood mark embedded in her neck.

The door opened only a few fingers, Zhang Yijun heard some strange noises, his eyes lit up, and a black shadow quickly rushed out from his blind spot, and went straight to the window lattice in the private room.

Oops!

"Catch him!"

This low roar did not come from Zhang Yijun, the golden and purple middle-aged man reacted very quickly, with the man's order, four or five people rushed past from Zhang Yijun's side, Zhang Yijun looked fixedly, and found that it was actually a few officials and guests who had just had a banquet with the middle-aged man.

The officers were very skillful and agile, and they pulled the shadow back into the house before it could break out of the lattice, and with a dull thud, the shadow was pushed to the ground.

Zhang Yijun followed into the house, the tip of his nose shrugged in disgust, and a strong smell of alcohol came to his nose, as if it came from the suspect.

Murder while drunk?

Zhang Yijun walked to the woman's side, and the strangulation marks on the woman's neck were very thin, as if they had been hanged with a bowstring or the like, so that there were bruises under the skin around the strangulation marks, and the force was not small.

Although Zhang Yijun did not hold out hope, he still stretched out his two fingers to the woman's neck with strangulation marks, who knew that as soon as his fingers touched the woman's skin, the woman's head was softly tilted to the side, and then the whole body fell down.

There is no need for inspection...... Zhang Yijun sighed.

When the bustard saw this horrific scene in the room, she was so frightened that she sat on the ground, and after a while, she couldn't cry, and Zhang Yijun could only hear the word "Luo Yao" whimpering in her mouth. The turtle and several benefactors who seemed to be familiar with the bustard were afraid that she would faint from crying, so they hurriedly picked her up and took her away.

Zhang Yijun set his eyes on the "black shadow" that was still lying on the floor, this person was not small, and the four of them could barely suppress it. His eyes were swollen, his cheeks were bearded, he was dressed in black clothes, and there seemed to be a small wooden sign hanging on his waist, but because of this person's struggle, Zhang Yijun couldn't see what words were engraved on it for a while.

Zhang Yijun approached slightly, leaned to the window, swept his eyes, and observed every move in the streets and alleys. And the news of the murder case in Qingfeng Pavilion seems to be spreading, and two teams of Jingzhao Mansion soldiers rushed to hear the news from afar, and the lively people in front of Zhumen have formed a group of Qingfeng Pavilion's periphery, all relying on the Gui Gong of Qingfeng Pavilion and the Wuhou in the fang to stop the crowd from pouring in.

Word spread so fast? Zhang Yijun was worried.

"This son," the Jin Zi stood at the door, his burly figure actually blocked half of the porch, and the middle-aged man then ordered Zhang Yijun in a deep voice: "This is the scene of the crime, it has been taken over by the Imperial History Tower, and no idle people are allowed to enter!" ”

Goshidai?

Zhang Yijun wondered, who is this person? Thinking like this, Zhang Yijun arched his hands and asked, "Dare to ask Ming Gong?" ”

The middle-aged man saw that this weak crown was neither humble nor arrogant in the face of his own attitude in gold and purple, his expression was not serious, his tone was innate arrogance, and he returned the salute with his hands and said: "Zhengsanpin Yushi Doctor, Du Jiyu Wending!" ”

Chang'an Prison is under the charge of the Criminal Department, Dali Temple, Jingzhao Mansion and the Imperial Historical Observatory, although the Imperial Historical Observatory is only in charge of supervising and participating in the performance on weekdays, but to this day it will occasionally meddle in the affairs of the Criminal Department.

Zhang Yijun suddenly had an epiphany, no wonder the four guests were so fast, I think they were the skilled hands of the Yushitai who specialize in catching thieves? Zhang Yijun couldn't help but glance at the black-clothed suspect, and sighed in his heart: "It's also a very coincidence that the murderer met the people of Yushitai who had a banquet here. ’

At the very least, it may indicate that the murder was not premeditated for a long time......

Zhang Yijun apologized to Yuwen Ding and quickly stepped out of the door.

With only his retinue and his colleagues in the room, Yuwending gently closed the door and allowed the guests and other benefactors he brought to talk outside the room.

The corridor that was not spacious was blocked by them like this, and it was surrounded by water, and after Zhang Yijun barely squeezed out of the crowd, he heard Erniang crying, "My Luo Yao...... My Qingfeng Pavilion...... It's all over......" Several Qingqi stood beside the bustard, all of them bowing their heads and sobbing because of the loss of their sisters, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

Zhang Yijun hurriedly searched around for a long time, but he didn't see Xuanji at all. He turned to the steps to look at the third floor, only to find Xuanji curled up at the end of the stairs with her hands and knees against the wall.

Zhang Yijun walked upstairs slowly, away from the noisy crowd downstairs.

Xuanji looked frightened, her jade shoulders trembled with her body, she hadn't seen Luo Yao's death with her own eyes, but she only learned that the news of her sister's killing had made her heart beat violently. Intense sadness and horror were stored in her chest, so much so that Xuanji herself couldn't tell what kind of feeling was more profound.

"Luo Yao, she...... Outstanding talent, cheerful and lively, yes, is the most popular Qing Qi here...... Why would anyone want to kill her? Xuanji spoke incoherently, and the tears condensed in her eyes were like pearls with broken threads, falling to the ground, and a little faint of water leaked.

Zhang Yijun squatted down, gently supported Xuanji's soft arms with both hands, helped her up, took a cup of tea from the square table, calmed Xuanji, and comforted Wenyan: "Yushi Dafu Yuwending happens to be here, and Erniang has also sent someone to report to the official, so I guess I will know in a while." ”

Xuanji took a sip of tea soup, nodded silently, and then took a few deep breaths, and only then did Liang Xi feel a little calmer, "Brother Yijun, has you noticed anything unusual on the street?" ”

Zhang Yijun shook his head, it was not so much that the strange place was outside the window, but in that room.

The strong smell of alcohol in the air made Zhang Yijun take it for granted at first that it was from the man in black, but it stands to reason that Qingfeng Pavilion will refuse to patronize drunk people, and can pour so much wine, if people are not drunk like mud, they are afraid that their faces will be like heavy dates, and their eyes will be foggy. But when Zhang Yijun moved from the window of that room, he noticed that the man in black had a dark face and round eyes, far from being drunk.

What made Zhang Yijun even more uneasy was that he had just seen the seal inscription engraved on the wooden plaque tied to the waist of the man in black:

"Divine ......"

"Divine Strategy?" Xuanji didn't understand for a while.

"Suspect...... It seems to be a Shence military officer......" Zhang Yijun said in a low voice.

"Forbidden Army?" Xuanji gasped, not because of the forbidden army's surprise to come to the Qinglou, "But...... Luo Yao never mentioned to the slave that she had been a benefactor of the forbidden army......"

Zhang Yijun's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but feel that this case seemed simple, but there were many doubts in the detailed rules, and I was afraid that it would be difficult for Dr. Yuwen to draw conclusions based on on-site investigation alone.

At this moment, with the "creaking" sound of the door, the corridor downstairs, which had been slightly quiet, was followed by eager inquiries and discussions from guests.

Zhang Yijun heard a high-pitched voice from downstairs, and someone seemed to raise his voice to report to everyone present: "Skynet is magnificent, negligent but not leaky!" Yuwen Yushi has solved the case! ”