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Song Yun'er took Xia Ping and five female guards to Dangliang Town, seventy miles away, and found the Fulai Inn claimed by Kuang Mi, and found the shopkeeper and the shopkeepers to investigate. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since Kuang Mi is a jinshi, and his father is a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, he can be regarded as a famous family, and he also knows about it. The shopkeeper also regarded Kuang Mi as an honor to be able to stay in their inn, and deliberately flattered him, not only making the best spicy boiled beef, but also having a complete range of melons and fruits. They were also exempted from all the cost of food and lodging, and they obtained a painting of Kuang Mi, which was framed and hung in the middle hall of the inn.

Judging from the payment, it was indeed the day Wu Qiaozhen was killed, Song Yuner still didn't give up, and asked the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper in detail about the appearance of Kuang Mi, the shopkeeper, and they were all right. The shopkeeper also proved that that night until the third watch, Kuang Mi was still reading with a lamp in the room, and the shopkeeper personally sent him a supper, and set off on the fifth watch in the morning.

From this point of view, Kuang Mi did not have the time to commit the crime. Song Yun'er was very frustrated, and left Dangliang Town with Xia Ping and others and went to Meizhou.

Meizhou can be described as a thousand-year-old city, since ancient times, the culture is prosperous, famous all over the world, cultural celebrities, and the history is endless.

As soon as Song Yuner and others appeared in Meizhou Market, they immediately attracted the attention of passers-by, in this cold weather, these women were all thinly dressed but sassy and heroic, especially Song Yuner, who had peerless martial arts, so she only wore a summer tulle, and there was no sense of cold.

Song Yuner and the others worked hard all the way, and when they arrived in Meizhou, it was already noon the next day, and they were all a little hungry, so they wanted to get off the horse and eat something, and walked into an inn, and Xiao Er immediately greeted them: "Girl, may I ask if you want to play the tip or live in the hotel?" ”

"Eat something first, how far is it from the Zhizhou Yamen here?" Song Yun'er and the others sat down, and Xiao Er ordered someone to lead her horses to the stable to feed the forage.

"Is the girl going to sue or looking for someone?" Xiao Er heard her ask the yamen, and when she saw these girls, she thought they were from other places.

"Find someone." Song Yuner said.

"Then it's not the right time for you to come, the yamen is doing funerals these days, and you're afraid you won't be able to find anyone." Xiao Er served hot tea to Song Yun'er and them, wanting to warm them up.

"Funeral? Who died? Song Yun'er asked.

"Our Zhizhou son is dead - what should the girl eat?" Of course, Xiao Er won't just chat with this girl who looks like a flower.

"What? The son of Meizhou Zhizhou is dead? Is it called a square trench? ”

"Yes, the girl who dares to love knows Fang Gongzi, alas, what a good person, if you say no, it's gone."

"How did you die? When did you die? ”

The shopkeeper counted with his fingers and said, "I died on the fourth day of the first day of November, as for how I died, I don't know very well." I heard that I will be buried tomorrow. ”

Song Yun'er and Xia Ping glanced at each other, the master they were going to find was dead again, could it be that the murderer took the lead again?

"Girl, what are you going to eat?" The shopkeeper asked again.

"Whatever. Just be a little more delicate. Song Yun'er said casually and rewarded him with a small piece of broken silver. The shopkeeper smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth, and expressed his gratitude one by one.

Xia Ping added: "Xiao Er, we want to stay in the hotel, give a few upper rooms, and clean them." Song Yun'er nodded, it seems that there is something strange about this matter, and if you don't find it out, it's not good to go back and make a difference.

"Okay! Stay! Exquisite wine and food are served~! Xiao Er shouted all the way and left.

The food was delivered quickly, and it was delicious. After eating, Song Yun'er, Xia Ping and the others pretended to go shopping to find out the situation around the yamen, and then returned to the room to sleep well.

Late at night, in order to avoid the target being too big and easy to be exposed, Song Yuner asked Xia Ping and others to wait in the inn, changed into night clothes, covered her face with a black scarf, and jumped out of the window.

There was only a lonely old man walking slowly on the street next to the yamen, beating the shift. After a while, Song Yun'er had already arrived on the roof of the Zhizhou Yamen.

In ancient times, the yamen was a big place, and it was lively and lively during the day, and at night, the scribes left the three classes of officials, and the doors were closed, and suddenly became deserted, so there were many haunted stories in the yamen in ancient times. However, tonight in this yamen is very lively. The sound of monks chanting sutras was endless, and the cries of men and women came one after another.

Song Yun'er quietly sneaked in the direction of the Inner Ya Ling Hall, and when she was close to the edge of the inner ya's wall, she suddenly heard a voice, thinking that it was the patrol official in the yamen, so she quickly squatted down and held her breath.

"Lord Fang hasn't closed his eyes for several days." One person said.

"Yes! Alas, it's really sad for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person. The other sounded older.

"Fang Gongzi is strong in martial arts, but he was killed, it's really ...... Alas! There is no news about the murderer so far, and the gang of arresters has been turned around. The young man said.

"Alas! Oh, yes! Catch the murderer early, and everyone will feel at ease. The old man sighed.

The footsteps of the two people gradually faded away. Song Yun'er got up at this time, thinking to herself, in this way, Fang Yan was really killed, who killed him?

Song Yun'er quietly came to the roof of the mourning hall, uncovered a piece of tiles, and looked down, it happened to be the lobby of the mourning hall, and on both sides sat some relatives, friends and local officials who came to mourn, all sighing.

In front of the mourning hall, several women knelt on the ground wearing filial piety, crying loudly, and a team of monks sat on the side and drank tea, probably tired of chanting scriptures, and took a break. In front of the mourning hall, an overwhelming white cloth was hung to separate the coffin inside from the outside world.

Song Yun'er was happy in her heart, this was exactly what she wanted, put back the tile, changed another place, opened the tile and took a look, sure enough, just above the inner room of the coffin in the mourning hall, the inner room of the coffin separated by white cloth was empty.

The white cloth that covered the sky blocked the view of the outside, and Song Yun'er hung the zipline, and then quietly descended to the inner room along the zipline. When I came to the coffin, the coffin had not yet been nailed and was covered.

Song Yun'er pushed the lid of the coffin halfway open, and looked carefully through the light, only to see a young man lying in the coffin, with a handsome appearance and closed eyes. The collar of the robe is hidden all the way down to the chin.

This is not normal, Song Yun'er's heart moved, she untied the collar of her robe, and there was a wound in the throat of the deceased, narrow and flat, the same as the wound in Wu Qiaozhen's throat!

Could it be that Fang Yan was stabbed to death by the same murderer?

Song Yun'er remembered the characteristics of the wound that Liu Ruobing said, bent down, put her head into the coffin, and carefully inspected the wound, sure enough, the middle of the wound bulged out slightly, exactly the same as the wound on Wu Qiaozhen's throat. He was stabbed to death by a narrow, flat sword with a blood groove in the middle.

Song Yun'er plucked the silver hairpin from her hair, followed Yang Qiuchi's example, and slowly inserted the silver hairpin into the wound - the wound cavity was oblique from the throat to the back of the head, exactly the same as Wu Qiaozhen's.

This discovery is simply amazing, Fang Yan was stabbed to death by the murderer in the same way as Wu Qiaozhen, so Fang Yan is not a murderer. And from the situation found out in Dangliang Town, it can be seen that Kuang Mi did not have the time to commit the crime, so he was not the murderer, and two of the four suspects were excluded, leaving only Li Tianpeng, the son of the commander, and Hua Xiangrong, the fourth aunt!

Who could it be?

Song Yun'er untied Fang Yan's robe, did a general body surface examination, found no other obvious wounds, and was about to put back the robe for the deceased, when she heard several people outside talking and coming in, as if the monk was going to come in to recite the scriptures, Song Yun'er saw that it was too late, and she didn't even push the coffin lid back into place, she grabbed the rope in mid-air, crawled back to the roof with a few swishs, and quickly retracted the rope.

As soon as the rope was withdrawn to the roof, the monks came in, and when they saw the half-open coffin, they thought it was a corpse, so frightened that their mother yelled that you pushed me and ran out, and the mourning hall was suddenly in chaos.

Song Yun'er almost laughed out loud, quickly covered the tiles, and disappeared into the darkness.

Early the next morning, Song Yuner and others came to the front desk and were about to check out, and the second shopkeeper came up mysteriously the day before, probably because Song Yuner was handsome, generous, and gave more tips, so he was also very attentive to Song Yuner.

"Girl, do you know that something big happened in the yamen last night!" The shopkeeper said.

"Oh? You are really well-informed, you know everything about the yamen, what is going on? ”

"Hehe, early in the morning, the old man from the yamen came to drink tea, and I heard him say that the yamen was haunted last night."

"Oh? Is it? Tell me about it. Song Yun'er and Xia Ping glanced at each other, Song Yun'er didn't tell Xia Ping about her not covering the coffin lid last night, so they didn't know.

"I heard that the Yamen Lingtang was dead last night! The dead Fang Gongzi took off his clothes and lifted the coffin lid, on such a cold day, he seemed to be very hot, everyone said that this Fang Gongzi would definitely die without blinking his eyes. ”

Song Yun'er wanted to laugh, but she endured it desperately, thinking to herself, how could these things become as if they were real as soon as they came out.

Xia Ping and a few other female guards listened with relish, and Xia Ping asked, "Is it?" Why is it so scary! ”

Hearing that the beauties were interested, the shopkeeper was even more energetic, and said: "Also, it was said that this morning, I found an embroidered shoe next to the coffin in the mourning hall!" ”

"Oh?" Song Yuner didn't find any embroidered shoes at that time, and she didn't know if this was made up by those talkative people, and she was also suspicious.

Xia Ping asked, "No, which girl is so bold that she dares to go to the coffin and lose all her embroidered shoes?" ”

"yes, that's what I thought, too, but ah, some things are really suspenseful." That little eryi looks unfathomable.

Embroidered shoes? What's going on here? Song Yun'er frowned and thought about it, but she didn't have a clue, she didn't know if it was the little er's nonsense in this shop, so she decided to go to Meizhou Yamen to have a look.

(To be continued)