Seeing Li Canghai and Conan coming, Zhang Wenyuan hurriedly greeted him, and said eagerly: "Immortal Chief, you can be counted as here, really as you said, my house is really a disaster of blood light!" How good is that? ”

"Don't panic, let everyone leave the room first, and I'll wait for a check." Li Canghai said solemnly.

When Zhang Wenyuan heard this, he immediately asked everyone to stay away from the house.

Conan pushed Li Canghai and walked in.

When I came to the room, I saw a female corpse lying on the ground, and a white silk was hung on the beam of the room two feet away from the female corpse, and a chair was poured under the white silk.

On top of that, there were papers scattered all over the room, which looked messy.

"Brother Conan, let's get started." Li Canghai said.

Conan nodded, and then checked the room.

Li Canghai came to the corpse and bent down to carefully examine the body of the deceased.

The deceased was a woman, about thirty years old, with a delicate figure and graceful demeanor, but her eyes were bulging, which made her originally beautiful face a little frightened, and the most striking thing was a purple strangulation mark on her neck.

"Brother Li, what did you find?" Conan asked.

Li Canghai broke open the deceased's mouth with bamboo chopsticks, examined it carefully, and said: "The deceased has red spots on the lower eyelids and a broken tongue, and it is indeed suffocation and death, judging from the stiffness of the corpse, the time of death should be within three hours, that is, between last night and this morning." ”

"During this time, everyone should be sleeping." Conan groaned.

Li Canghai nodded, and after a moment of contemplation, he asked, "Did you find something over there?" ”

"I checked all the windows, they were locked from the inside, and there was no sign of vandalism except for the gate, and I found this," Conan said. ”

Conan handed Li Canghai a copper lock and said, "This lock was found on the broken wooden door, and after comparison, it can be determined that it is used to lock the door." I just asked Zhang Wenyuan, according to what he said, after he ordered someone to break open the door, no one touched anything here, and the lock was not locked outside, but locked inside. ”

Li Canghai's brows furrowed slightly, and he said, "The window is closed, and the door is locked from the inside, judging from everything in front of you, this seems to be a suicide." ”

Conan touched his chin and nodded, "On the surface, it seems to be true, but I always feel a little strange, since I committed suicide, why did I lock myself in this secret room?" Brother Li, can you be sure that the deceased did die of suffocation and nothing else? ”

Li Canghai groaned: "I'm not pretending, I can only make a rough judgment, but she meets the conditions for suffocation, and there shouldn't be anything wrong." ”

After thinking about it, Li Canghai picked up the scattered papers on the ground and said, "Brother Conan, let's put away these scattered papers first and sort them out and see if we can find any clues." ”

Conan nodded, and then bent down with Li Canghai to pick up the paper on the ground.

Li Canghai pushed the wooden wheelchair cart to pick up the paper, and soon came to the chair that was upside down under Bai Aya, and he saw a scroll on the ground, so he picked it up.

The scroll was not tied, but half unfolded on the ground, as if it had been opened and seen.

Li Canghai unfolded the scroll and found that what was painted on it was a picture of 'Proud Snow and Cold Plums'.

In the vast snow, the cold plum blossoms like a burning flame, the whole picture is extremely exquisite in terms of composition and ink, even Li Canghai, who does not know much about painting, can see that the artistic conception of this painting is very, and the person who painted has done a good job.

"Ah~! This is...... Wind Niang's painting! Could it be that Hongmei was killed by Feng Niang's ghost? It must be Feng Niang who came to ask for her life! ”

"Sister Lan, don't talk nonsense! Feng Niang has been dead for more than ten years, how can there still be ghosts? ”

"Sister Zhu, I heard that ghosts can live forever in the world, and they will not dissipate, it must be Feng Niang, it must be Feng Niang who is looking for someone to ask for her life!"

"Sister Lan...... You, don't scare us......! ”

Li Canghai suddenly heard the whispers of the daughters of the Zhang family outside the door, he looked at the inscription of the painting, and it was indeed the word 'Feng Niang', and his heart suddenly moved.

I heard Zhang Wenyuan shouting at several women: "Shut up for me, what nonsense are you talking about here?" Why don't you all go back to me? ”

The woman before was crying, and seemed to be extremely frightened, so that her voice trembled a little: "Master...... It's really a wind girl! Feng Niang came back to find someone to ask for her life! Sir, I'm afraid ....... ”

"What's there to be afraid of? With the lord here, what demons and monsters are rushing to spread wild in my Zhang Mansion? Go back quickly, don't mess with it here! Zhang Wenyuan shouted.

Li Canghai saw that several women turned around to leave, and hurriedly said, "Zhang Yuanwai, please let a few ladies into the house, I have something to ask them." ”

Zhang Wenyuan hesitated, and then walked in with a few women.

"Zhang Yuanwai, dare to ask what is the relationship between the deceased and you?" Li Canghai asked.

Zhang Wenyuan looked at the corpse and sighed: "Her name is Hongmei, and she is my concubine." ”

"I wonder how she's been feeling lately? Can any anomalies occur? Li Canghai thought for a moment and asked.

"Hongmei has been fine lately, and I have never seen anything abnormal!" Zhang Wenyuan frowned.

"A few ladies just said that Hongmei was killed by a ghost, what's going on?" Li Canghai asked.

Several women looked at Zhang Wenyuan tremblingly, with hesitant expressions on their faces, as if they were extremely frightened.

"What are you shivering about? If the immortal chief asks you, you answer! Zhang Wenyuan shouted.

Hearing Zhang Wenyuan say this, several women pushed each other for a while, and finally a woman in blue walked out, and said in a trembling voice: "The fairy chief doesn't know, more than ten years ago, the lord's wife Feng Niang died in the painting garden, since then, the painting garden has been locked, this 'Aoxue Han Meitu' was painted by Feng Niang before her death, but she has been locked in the painting garden, and now she appears here, it must be Feng Niang who came to ask for her life!" ”

After Li Canghai listened, he looked at Zhang Wenyuan and said, "Outside, I don't know why that Feng Niang died?" ”

Zhang Wenyuan looked sad and sighed: "Feng Niang, Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, all of them are fine, and she knows books and etiquette, she is my favorite woman." But more than ten years ago, he died of dystocia...... After that, I was so heartbroken that I ordered the garden to be locked up, and no one has set foot in it since. ”

"Master, it must have been Hongmei who stole this picture and was fascinated by Feng Niang, so she hanged herself!" The woman in blue said in horror.

"Don't talk nonsense! Hongmei is committing suicide, how could it be Feng Niang who killed her? Zhang Wenyuan flicked down his sleeves and scolded sharply.

Zhang Wenyuan shouted loudly, and immediately frightened several women into silence.

At this time, Conan had already collected all the scattered papers, and after he flipped through them, he said, "Brother Li, these are all poems, and there is nothing strange about them, they should have been scattered before the deceased died. (To be continued.) )