However, Zhu Yunming's body did not have corpse spots. Even if there is no need for an autopsy, just the wound on his neck that turns outward has confirmed his thoughts, Liu Li still found the crux of the problem: after Zhu Yunming's death, most of the blood was withdrawn, and without blood and backlog, corpse spots would not form.

This also explains the strange thing that Shi Wentao, who carried the corpse before, encountered why the corpse was so light? The blood is gone, it's like a bucket full of water and only one bucket remains, can it not be light?

But why did the murderer drain the blood of the dead? Hao Yingxin folded the paper, and even his subordinates didn't know about blood, otherwise once this matter came out, the people would inevitably spread rumors about vampires and the like from the West. It's messy enough now, and we can't cause any more trouble.

But he couldn't help but think: Could the murderer really be a vampire? Why does it have to be taken blood? However, Hao Yingxin is also an educated person, and it is impossible to believe in this kind of thing.

……

Seven days later.

Zhu Yunming was buried, but the farce of the Zhu family is still being staged. The four aunts and wives got some family property, and the youngest daughter stayed under the knees of her grandmother Zhu Laoda, but the position of the family is still unknown. Liu Li drove out of Hanjing three days ago to pick up her sister-in-law and go home, so she should be back today.

In the winter dusk, the sun slowly retreats to the west mountain, the sunset illuminates the ground golden, and the sky makes the sunset dyed purple red, like the purple grapes on the autumn shelf. Everything grows old in silence.

Boss Hou appeared on the stage as usual, and the small boxy theater of Minglan Yuan was as yellow as the color of an old pumpkin, or the color of dried orange peel. Even though today's theater is hung with a white cloth and looks like a mourning hall, as long as Hou Yi takes the stage, the venue is full, from the dignitaries to the citizens at the entrance of the alley, everyone is very orderly, and the small theater before the opening is exceptionally quiet. Boss Hou always sings the horns, moving the lotus step lightly, and the eye waves are flowing. Slowly ascend the stage. Although Boss Hou is thirty years old, he is more like a flower-like woman on the stage, and the faint white powder between his forehead and eyebrows faintly reveals a delicate feeling from his bones.

But today is different from usual, this is Hou Yi's last farewell for Zhu Yunming. Things are people, and the two energetic teenagers in the drama troupe said goodbye.

Suddenly, I saw him moving with his steps and his posture. Wearing a lace green shirt pleated skirt and long white water sleeves, she smiled and smiled. Gently spit out the line words, raised his hand, and suddenly raised his water sleeves, smiled back, and the corners of his eyebrows curved. "Which three cannons outside the gate are like thunderstorms, Tianbo Mansion came out of my Baoguo minister, wearing a golden crown to press the temples, and I put on the handsome character flag in the iron armor of the year, floating like a cloud Dou big Mu Zi Zhen Qiankun, where is written on the Hun Tianhou Mu Shi Guiying...... "Time seems to stand still, the air is stagnant, and even small movements such as waving and blinking have become very blurry. I only listened to Boss Hou's singing tactful and gentle, thin and slow, as if it was a stream coming from afar. Slowly came out, his eyes were blurred, as if he was stepping on the clouds and walking to the front desk. On the stage, the gongs and drums were loud. The gongs and drums are dense, the string master is energetic, the martial arts who are supporting the play are shaking their spirits, and the geese are lined up on both sides of the row, and the "net step" is on the field. A pole and eight snake spears danced in his hands, kicking, jumping, spinning, spinning, spinning, lowering, splitting...... Debut. A song of Mu Guiying is in charge, which dyes the story of Ben's cold sword with a magnificent warm color. The audience applauded like a tide, the dark night outside the window was like ink, the back of an old dynasty, and the firm eyes of a female general turned into a song under the light.

And the tear that hung in Boss Hou's eyes never fell again.

Hou Yi took off his makeup and sat alone in the empty theater. There were still intermittent gunshots outside the city, and the people of Hanjing City had long been accustomed to it. The scenery of Minglan Garden has not changed, and there is an extra row of wreaths than yesterday, but there are many fewer people who come to see them off.

The swan song of the ages should still be there, and the hundred years of singing will finally return to the heart. The woman who came to send the couplet was called Zhang Yiqian, who sang Danjiao in Minglan Yuan before, and was Hou Yi's younger sister. Three years ago, because his mother was seriously ill, Zhang Yiqian left Hanjing and returned to his hometown, and has not been heard from since.

She was dressed in black, and she didn't have a single jewelry on her body, but she had a unique beauty.

"If it weren't for the boss leaving, you wouldn't want to come back, would you?" Hou Yi and Zhang Yiqian had a sad past, and there were also knots that could not be untied.

Zhang Yiqian said: "I wish the boss often said before his death that life is like a play. Sometimes what people sing between people is obviously a play, but in the end, it is inevitable that the song will end up and everyone will disperse. ”

Sometimes, life is not as good as a play.

didn't even give a chance to chat a few words, Zhang Yiqian left alone. Seeing that she seemed to be about to disappear from the corner, Hou Yicai asked, "Can you go back to the past?" ”

"I can't go back."

"Why?"

"Because even if I am where I am, you can't turn back."

Her back finally disappeared on the street corner, and Hou Yi knew that he might never see her again. Everything is forever stuck in the past, and now he can only face the devastated homeland and the old people who will never return. Thinking of this, Hou Yi was worried about Liu Li, it stands to reason that he should also come back at this hour, and the noise outside the city wall made him feel a little uneasy.

At this moment, a little beggar passed by, and Hou Yi gave him a few hangs of money and asked him about things outside the city.

"Which side is this fighting?"

"The second brigade of Xu Linkai rebelled, and Commander Su personally led the troops to fight the rebellion."

When Hou Yi heard this, Su Randong personally went into battle, and it was not a trivial matter to think about it. So he immediately told Chen Xianxi and others to watch the theater and went to the east gate alone.

The pawn of the city defense headquarters smiled and put away the money given by Hou Yi: "Boss Hou, you can't get out of the city now...... There is no way to do it for the small ones, the above stipulates that we dare not ......"

Seeing that he was too little, Hou Yi stuffed two more oceans.

The soldiers guarding the city gate saw such a big amount of money, and their eyes were about to fall out, and these two oceans were enough for the brothers to eat, drink and have fun for a while. "Since Boss Hou is in a hurry, then of course we can be accommodating, please!"

However, the outside is not as bad as Hou Yi imagined. Liu Qiming's marriage was arranged by Master Liu. At that time, he was only eighteen years old, and Liu Li was still a little kid who only knew how to eat candy with him. When Master Liu was alive, he had a sworn brother surnamed Zhou, who was originally a gentleman who taught private school. Mr. Zhou is a talented man who knows astronomy and geography, and everyone called him Master Liu's military advisor back then. Grandma Zhao is Mr. Zhou's daughter Zhou Jin, but now that Master Liu and the eldest young master are deceased, Zhou Jin can no longer be called Grandma Da Shao.