After Song Yun'er left, Yang Qiuchi took Wu Qiaozhen's blood samples and fingerprints, and used a cotton swab dipped in normal saline to wipe the deceased Wu Qiaozhen's cheeks, lips, and **, and put them on for examination, hoping to find saliva spots that did not belong to the deceased. This trick was used in the detection of the murder case of one finger peak grinding mirror, which provided an important basis for discovering criminal clues.

However, if the deceased Wu Qiaozhen had been washed and changed before being buried, there would not have been saliva spots left.

After thinking about it, the deceased's mouth is not usually cleaned when the corpse is washed, so he extracted the saliva from the deceased's mouth and tongue. If the deceased had been intimate with someone during his lifetime, there is a possibility that there will be traces of saliva.

After extracting, Yang Qiuchi put on Wu Qiaozhen's dress and walked out of the door. Wu Ciren greeted him and asked, "How is it?" Sir. Did you find anything? ”

Yang Qiuchi asked, "Is the gentleman you invited for Miss Qiaozhen surnamed Kuang?" ”

"Yes, it's the son of Mr. Kuang Xianjue, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy." Wu Ciren replied.

"Little brother heard that this person knows martial arts? How is his martial arts? ”

"This ...... Xia Guan doesn't know martial arts, but I heard the little girl say that this Mr. Kuang's martial arts are very powerful, the little girl is because of his martial arts, and the little girl likes to dance with guns and sticks since she was a child, so she likes this Mr. Kuang very much. ”

Yang Qiuchi is only at the level of a three-legged cat in martial arts, but he has only learned a set of boxing techniques and a set of knife techniques from Song Yun'er, and of course there is a set of improved martial arts mental methods, which are used to strengthen the little brother and strengthen the body, so this martial arts can't be famous.

Yang Qiuchi asked, "Has this Mr. Kuang gone to Luzhou?" Who is he in Luzhou? ”

"Yes, his mother was buried in Luzhou, and he went to worship at her mother's sacrifice in the previous year."

"Can you find him?"

"It should be possible—is this Mr. Kuang ......?"

"No, no, I'm just asking." Yang Qiuchi didn't want to expose his reconnaissance direction too early, so he turned around and asked, "Is Mrs. Zun at home?" ”

"Yes, in the bedroom, do you need to call her?"

"No, Lord Wu can take me to see Mrs. Zun, I have something to ask her."

Wu Ciren agreed, and led Yang Qiuchi around to the small garden where they lived.

When I entered the living room, I saw that there were all kinds of pianos, chess, calligraphy, paintings, and antique toys in the living room.

Wu Ciren instructed the maid to go to the inner room to invite his wife Xia out, and then invited Yang Qiuchi to take a seat. Not long after, Xia Shi transferred out of the back room, and after Wu Ciren made an introduction, the two sides met and saluted, sat down separately, and the family offered tea.

Xia looked sad and didn't seem to have recovered from the loss of his daughter.

Yang Qiuchi coughed, but still said stubbornly: "Mrs. Wu, this official was invited by Lord Wu to help solve the case of Ling Yan's murder, and I want to ask Mrs. Some questions I want to ask Mrs. may ask some topics that make Mrs. sad, please forgive me." ”

Xia nodded slightly, but did not speak.

"Is Ling Yan married?" The deceased Wu Qiaozhen was already sixteen years old, which was past the age of marriage in the Ming Dynasty, and judging earlier, the murderer was likely to be a person who could enter and leave the deceased Wu Qiaozhen's room at will, so Yang Qiuchi asked.

"It's going to be decided, it's just ...... It's just that Qiaozhen has always been dissatisfied...... Speaking of her daughter, Xia couldn't help but sobbed softly again, and after a while, he continued: "A few months ago, Du commanded Li Zhiye to ask the media to come to the door to say goodbye, saying that his eldest son Li Tianpeng fell in love with our Qiaozhen at the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival, but Li Tianpeng was idle and had no ability, just relying on his own Lao Tzu and fooling around outside every day. But our lord is not easy to refuse, and I don't know what to do. ”

Yang Qiuchi also understands their feelings, this is really not easy to do, the commander of the military region asked the media to propose marriage to his son, he, the governor of the province, is not very easy to refuse, the words of the matchmaker of the parents' orders, you can't say that your son is a disciple, not worthy of my daughter.

Xia Shi then said: "Alas! Even if my daughter's fate is good, when we were at a loss, Li Tianpeng inadvertently saw Qiaoyun, the daughter of our master's sixth aunt, and the Li family proposed to marry Qiaoyun again, and we were happy to marry Qiaoyun along the way. ”

"Does the sixth aunt know about this?" Yang Qiuchi asked.

"Yes, but what can I do if I know her? I'm a damn man, and it counts. ”

Yang Qiuchi immediately remembered that in ancient times, the daughter of the aunt could not recognize the mother as the mother, but the mother (eldest wife) as the mother, and the marriage of the aunt's daughter was also decided by the eldest wife. Therefore, Qiaoyun's biological mother, that is, the sixth aunt, is useless even if she opposes it.

Speaking of these six aunts, Xia's face was full of disdain, and said: "I married Qiaoyun to Li Tianpeng, the son of the Li family, and the sixth aunt was unhappy. 'I knew that Qiaozhen was going to die, so it was better to let Qiaozhen marry Li Tianpeng, maybe I would have been able to escape this catastrophe. I grabbed the rice bowl in my hand and threw it at her, deducting her whole body of rice. She didn't dare to put a fart, hum, she deserved it! After speaking, his eyes were full of resentment.

It seems that the wives and concubines of the Wu family are not very harmonious.

Wu Ciren coughed: "Madam, don't say these irrelevant words." ”

Xia's eyes glared: "Just you protect that fox spirit!" You think I'm old, don't you? Then you go find the vixen, anyway, my daughter is dead, and I have nothing to rely on...... My miserable son......" Xia burst into tears.

Wu Ciren seemed to be a master who was afraid of his wife, so he had to smile at Yang Qiuchi reluctantly in embarrassment, his eyes full of helplessness.

Yang Qiuchi coughed heavily, overshadowing Xia's grief, and said, "Mrs. Wu, please rob the mourning and change, this official still has something to ask." ”

Only then did Xia suppress his grief.

Yang Qiuchi said: "I heard Zhang Zhaocai, a slave of the Zunfu, say that there was a note on the table at the scene of the murder at that time, which was taken away by Mrs., can Mrs. give this note to the official?" ”

"Does this have anything to do with solving the case?" Madame hesitated.

"I think so. Maybe it was written by the murderer. Yang Qiuchi said.

"No, it's our Qiaozhen's handwriting......" Xia is still spitting.

Listening to her tone, it seems that this note is a little inconvenient for outsiders to see. Yang Qiuchi took retreat as advance, sighed, and said: "If Madam finds it inconvenient to show the official, the official will not be reluctant, but if the clues are missed and the real murderer cannot be found, then Miss Qiaozhen's revenge cannot be avenged, it will be a pity." ”

Speaking of avenging his daughter, this is of course Xia's greatest wish, he gritted his teeth lightly, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and handed it to Yang Qiuchi.

Yang Qiuchi took it, unfolded it and looked at it, the handwriting was beautiful, and it was indeed a poem:

Yulou Bingyu Mandarin Duck Brocade,

Powder melts incense and sweats mountain pillows.

The sound of the reels outside the seat,

Frowning and smiling.

willow yin smoke desert,

Low sideburns cicada hairpin.

I have to work hard all my life,

Do your best today.

This is the Tang Dynasty poet Niu Qiao's "Bodhisattva Man" copied by Wu Qiaozhen, Yang Qiuchi is not very familiar with ancient poetry, so he naturally does not know.

He took a cursory look, and couldn't see anything famous, read it word by word, and slowly felt something, and then read it again with the feeling, and then realized that this seemed to be a beautiful poem to write about the action psychology of a girl and her lover in bed, but his ancient poetry cultivation was limited, and he was not sure in his heart, and looked at Xia questioningly.

Xia tilted his head to the side, as if he didn't see Yang Qiuchi's gaze.

Yang Qiuchi looked at Wu Ciren again, only to see that he looked quite embarrassed, and he understood a little in his heart, this is really a beautiful poem, and it is from his daughter's hand, no wonder this Xia family is reluctant to show it, so as not to tarnish his daughter's reputation after her death.

Yang Qiuchi said: "This poem should be kept as a clue to the detection, Madame has no opinion, right?" ”

Xia Shi owed a debt at this time, and said: "Okay......, it's just this ......, please ...... the lord."

Yang Qiuchi immediately understood and said, "Madam, please rest assured, this official will keep it secret and will never show it to outsiders." ”

Calculating the time, Song Yun'er should also come back, Yang Qiuchi said: "Just now, I asked my sister to invite a master to study the case with the official, it is estimated that it should be almost there, let's go back to the mourning hall first." ”

Yang Qiuchi and Wu Ciren returned to the mourning hall, and saw Song Yun'er and Liu Ruobing, who were dressed in white, standing in front of the hall from a distance. Where did you go, Master and I have been waiting for a long time. ”

Yang Qiuchi smiled apologetically, first introduced Wu Ciren, and then introduced Liu Ruobing to Wu Ciren and said, "This is ...... This is the master of the sister, Liu Ruobing and Liu's senior. ”

Wu Ciren looked at Liu Ruobing, couldn't help but shake his body, and sighed, although this woman is pregnant with Liujia, her appearance is still cold and beautiful, except for the little girl who came with Lord Yang, he really didn't know that there were such beauties in this world.

He couldn't help but take a closer look at Liu Ruobing a few times, only to see that her eyes were as cold as electricity, making people dare not look directly, and hurriedly lowered his eyes, knowing that this was the master who Yang Qiuchi just said that he invited to study the case together, and he came to help solve the murder of his daughter, so he hurriedly gave a salute: "Thank you Senior Liu for your help." ”

Liu Ruobing didn't speak, returned the salute, turned her eyes to Yang Qiuchi, became as gentle as autumn water, and said, "Qiuchi, where are the people?" ”

"In the wing, come with me." Yang Qiuchi wanted to reach out to help Liu Ruobing, but in the end he held back and led into the room where Wu Qiaozhen's body was stored.

Liu Ruobing came to Wu Qiaozhen's corpse, used the probe to test the angle of the wound in the deceased's throat, and sighed, slowly let go of his hand, and stared at the wound.

(To be continued)