Li Canghai's frowning brows not only did not stretch, but tightened them even tighter.

After thinking about it for a while, Li Canghai didn't come up with a reason, so he had to shake his head, leave the painting garden, and head towards the West Garden.

After investigating in Azhu's room for a while, Li Canghai still didn't find anything, so he went directly to Hongmei's room.

Coming to Hongmei's room, Li Canghai looked around and couldn't help frowning.

This is where everything begins, and Hongmei's death is like a curse that brings death out of hell.

The perfect secret room murder, the inexplicable motive for killing, the ghostly and weird murderer, all this is full of mystery.

Two days have passed since Hongmei was killed, but he is at a loss for what to do about the case.

The chains on the door were still hanging and the copper locks were still lying in place, and everything here was as restored as possible to the situation at the time of the crime, but how the murderer left here is still a mystery.

Li Canghai checked the room several times, but there was still no clue.

Rubbing his brows, which were a little painful, Li Canghai came to the desk.

On the desk was a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a wad of paper.

The ink on the inkstone had long since dried up, and a wolf pen full of ink was placed on the table at random, and the rice paper on the table was sprinkled with ink like raindrops.

Li Canghai picked up the brush and suddenly felt a little strange, this brush is not like other brushes neatly placed on the pen stand, but diagonally on the rice paper.

The raindrops of ink on the rice paper were spilled when the wolf slapped on the rice paper.

To the left of the desk, there is a stack of papers. It was a poem scattered everywhere, picked up by him and Conan.

Li Canghai put down the brush, took the poems in his hand, and looked at them one by one.

Most of these poems describe the wind, flowers, snow, and the moon, and the writing is delicate and graceful, and some of them are enough to be called good poems.

Li Canghai read them one by one, carefully savoring each line of poetry, hoping to find some useful clues from it.

In his opinion, any seemingly ordinary place at the scene of the murder is a suspicious point.

When Hongmei was killed, these poems were scattered everywhere, whether they were thrown by Hongmei or deliberately done by the murderer, which shows that these poems are related to the murder.

But no matter who did it on purpose, they all had a purpose, which was to cover up something.

Strangely, however, he went through all the poems and didn't see anything.

"Strange, is it because I think too much?" Li Canghai flipped through those poems and said to himself.

Some of these poems are poems by famous poets, and some are poems written by Hongmei herself, and each poem has a date written on it.

Judging by the date, it seems that Hongmei writes a poem every day, and this pile of poems starts in early August until the day before Hongmei dies.

Li Canghai planned to put them in order, page by page.

The 6th day of September, the 5th day of September, and the 4th day of September......

At this moment, he found that there was an ink-colored fingerprint on the poem on the sixth day of the ninth month, and his heart suddenly moved, thinking that he had found a clue.

But then, he also found ink-colored fingerprints on two pieces of paper on the fifth and fourth days of September.

Li Canghai suddenly felt a little strange, the fingerprints on these three pieces of paper were similar in size and position, but the ink color was slightly different.

The ink on the paper on the sixth day of September is heavier, while the ink on the paper on the fifth and fourth days of September is much lighter.

"What's going on?" Li Canghai frowned, he put the paper on the sixth day of the ninth month on the table, and then put the paper on the fifth and fourth days of the ninth month, and couldn't help shaking his head, and said: "It seems that I really think too much, these pieces of paper are pressed at the bottom, presumably the fingerprints accidentally left by Hongmei before!" ”

Thinking of this, Li Canghai sighed, put all the poems one by one in order, sorted them out and put them on the table.

At this moment, Yu Chengen trotted in all the way.

"Brother Li, you are really here, it really makes me look for it for a while!" Yu Chengen wiped the sweat from his face.

"Brother Yu, I don't know what you're looking for me?" Li Canghai asked in surprise.

Yu Chengen said: "That's the case, two monks came to the Zhang family, it is said that they are eminent monks, Zhang Wenyuan is now letting the two monks chant the scriptures, and they plan to burn the bodies of Hongmei and them later." ”

"What? Is there such a thing? Where are they now? Li Canghai couldn't help but be a little angry, this case has not been investigated clearly, Zhang Wenyuan is about to burn the body of the deceased, isn't this destroying the evidence?

"It's in the open space in the backyard, and now the bodies of the three Hongmei have been put on the fire." Yu Chengen said.

"Brother Yu, let's go to the backyard and stop them!"

Yu Chengen nodded, immediately pushed Li Canghai, and walked quickly towards the backyard.

Zhangjia Villa is backed by Longjian Ridge, and there is a vacant lot in the backyard.

At this time, three pyres were erected in the open space, and three women were lying in the pyre.

When Li Canghai arrived, he saw two strangely dressed monks, chanting around three pyre.

Zhang Wenyuan led a group of family members with respectful expressions, clasped his hands together, and recited the scriptures silently.

Three family members stood by the fire with torches in hand, quietly waiting for the time to come.

Li Canghai did not disturb everyone, but waited quietly on the side, and after the two monks finished the rituals, Li Canghai stepped forward and said, "Outside, why are you doing this?" ”

When Zhang Wenyuan saw Li Canghai, he couldn't help but be stunned, he grinned embarrassedly, and said: "Immortal Chief, don't misunderstand, it's not that I don't trust Immortal Chief's spells, it's just that Immortal Chief is busy looking for the real murderer, I don't want to disturb Immortal Chief, so I took advantage of the two monks to come and let the two monks overspend them." Where the faux pas are, the immortal chief forgives a lot. ”

Li Canghai rolled his eyes, and he said in a solemn tone: "Outside, I'm not talking about this matter. The truth of the three murders has not yet been discovered, even if their bodies are to be burned, the outsiders should still tell me! ”

"Immortal Chief, don't blame, this matter is indeed my inconsiderate consideration, originally I was going to inform the Immortal Chief, but this matter was suddenly made on an ad hoc basis, so I have to inform the Immortal Chief in the future." Zhang Wenyuan looked apologetic, he sighed and said: "Hongmei, Azhu, Tangerine, they are all my most beloved women, but now they have encountered an accident, and the corpse cannot stay for a long time, I have no choice but to do it!" ”

Li Canghai nodded and said, "This is human nature, and I don't blame outsiders." It's just that I want to examine their bodies before the sparks, I wonder if the outside would be willing? ”

Zhang Wenyuan nodded and said, "Immortal Chief, please take care of yourself." ”

Li Canghai arched his hand at Zhang Wenyuan, and then let Conan push himself and walked towards the pyre. (To be continued.) )