[The book continues from the above, the last book said that the immortal Taoist who had his memory modified, without the slightest knowledge, completely deceived Liu Yang according to the wishes of the dragon locker, so that Liu Yang thought that the rat spirit had stolen the gold, but for the sake of the immortal Dao's hundred-year plan, he could only endure it and ignore the matter. And Mu Qingming in the city, after inspecting the body of the shopkeeper Zhu, offered to meet the relatives and friends of the shopkeeper Zhu and ask about the situation. Zhao Liang brought Mu Qingming and them to the Yunjin Night Market, which was deserted during the day, and saw the concubine raised by the shopkeeper Zhu in the outer house. 】

The white clouds are long, and the sky above the spring city is as blue as ever.

The river breeze on the Panlong River blows on the riverbank, and after blowing on the riverbank, it is deserted in the daytime Yunjin Night Market, leisurely walking through the streets and alleys. The shops and stalls of the night market, which only opened at night, were closed at this time. Only the pretense on the door was left, swaying in the river breeze and making a hunting sound.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han followed Zhao Liang to stand in front of a small building in the Yunjin Night Market, and they stunned Mu Qingming and Mo Han when they landed.

They have been living in Kunming for nearly three years and have known a lot of local folk customs. On the forbidden small wooden door in front of him, the one hanging is no more than the size of a palm, surrounded by the gossip cards embossed by the 12 zodiac wood carvings, which is a local folk custom.

Of course, its existence also proves that the identity of the owner of the house is a secret prostitute.

This kind of clandestine prostitution was not uncommon in Kunming at that time, they had no bustards and no relatives, and they did the same business as self-employed. Compared with the women in the Qinglou, these secret prostitutes do not sell their arts, they do a straightforward meat business, and the price is cheaper than that of the Qinglou.

Many middle- and lower-income people in the city hesitate to find these secret prostitutes for pleasure because of their low income. Therefore, compared with the Qinglou woman who may just be an artist, secret prostitution is even more despised.

But don't say that a rich family like Shopkeeper Zhu is not allowed to marry a secret prostitute as a concubine, even if an ordinary person takes a concubine, or if he continues to string, he will not come to find a secret prostitute as a concubine.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han were stunned for a while, and they all thought that Zhao Liang had taken the wrong path.

"Zhao Liang, are you kidding me?" Mu Qingming raised his hand and pointed to the wooden sign on the closed door, gently swaying left and right in the river breeze, and looked at Zhao Liang with wide eyes, his eyes were full of suspicious eyes, but he didn't want to believe that Zhao Liang was playing him, so he changed his words and added: "Did you kid take the wrong way?" ”。

What's more, the wooden sign hanging on the door represents that the owner of this small building is still doing the shady business of selling "meat" every day. Since she is already the concubine of the shopkeeper Zhu, and the shopkeeper Zhu wears gold and silver, this concubine must not lack food and drink. But the owner of this house is still blatantly fending for himself with such a non-self-loving behavior, Mu Qingming is a little puzzled: If this is really the outer house where the concubine of the shopkeeper Zhu lives, then this concubine is too bold and reckless, right?

Zhao Liang smiled indifferently in his questioning, and Zhao Liang, who had already thought of what Mu Qing was suspicious of, replied casually: "Shopkeeper Zhu is good at this, so he refuses to bring his relatives at home." Otherwise, he would have to be angry with his father and mother. ”。

After saying this, Zhao Liang strode forward, and under the surprised gaze of Mu Qingming and Mo Han, he raised his hand and bent his fingers, and knocked on the small wooden door painted with vermilion lacquer and hung with gossip wooden signs.

The knock on the door sounded in the cool river breeze.

Not long after the knock on the door landed, a woman's delicate voice came from behind the door: "Who, it's early in the morning, are you in such a hurry?" A long yawn followed.

Zhao Liang didn't answer when he heard this, because the small wooden door in front of him that was closed would always open.

Sure enough, the moment the yawn died down, the small wooden door had already opened as scheduled, bringing a strong gust of wind towards the three people outside the door. The strong wind also brings a pungent and rich smell of powder and fat powder; After letting Mu Qingming sniff it, his nose was itchy and he wanted to sneeze.

Through the crack in the open door, a young woman wearing light makeup could be seen, standing behind the door, looking at the visitor through the crack in the door. And Mu Qingming and Mo Han also looked her up and down for a while.

The woman was very young, but she looked like she was in her twenties. The face is burgundy with snow-white cheeks, and has a delicate mouth and nose, which is small and delicate and full of charm. Under a pair of willow eyebrows, the clear and watery eyes are full of comfort and enchantment.

On her delicate figure, she wears a gorgeous dress woven of brocade. On his hand, he was wearing a pair of jade bracelets with a good water head. On the bun on her head, which is raised with her long black hair, there is also a pair of beautiful and pure gold hairpins slanted into it.

Even the gold hairpin is adorned with a fingernail-sized eastern pearl. Each hairpin flower is dotted with one. No more, no less, exactly eighteen, all of them are huge, full, round and crystalline. The bright sunlight is emitting this colorful luster, shining brightly, showing nobility and luxury.

It seems that the shopkeeper Zhu, who has become a corpse, was also very willing to spend money on this concubine when he was alive; Her luxurious clothes are by no means affordable for a secret prostitute. Not to mention anything else, just the few pieces of jewelry on her body can be sold for at least more than a hundred oceans.

"It turned out to be Inspector Zhao." The woman who smiled smiled then looked at Zhao Liang, and said delicately when she threw her eyes: "Is Inspector Zhao here to take care of my business?" ”。

Every word and sentence can be crisped into the bones, making the man's bones soft when he hears it.

However, it was obviously useless to Mu Qingming and Zhao Liang, and when they heard this, they still looked indifferent, and their eyes were as calm as water. Even though the woman stared at Zhao Liang closely, Zhao Liang's complexion did not change in the slightest, and there was even a trace of imperceptible disdain hidden in his eyes.

"Wang Xiaocui, don't give me nonsense, Lao Tzu is here for business." Zhao Liang took out a paper cigarette roll, lit it by himself, took a deep breath, and spit out smoke rings one after another, letting them slowly drift away in the wind.

As soon as the woman named Wang Xiaocui heard this, she immediately held the door and closed it without saying a word. Zhao Liang's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly reached out and pressed the door panel, preventing the dusty woman from closing the door.

As soon as Wang Xiaocui saw that Zhao Liang dared to make a bold move, she immediately became anxious, her eyes widened with a calm face, she opened her red lips and white teeth mercilessly, and scolded urgently: "What kind of place is this place, don't you know?" If you don't come to take care of the business, just leave the old lady! ”。

It's just that Zhao Liang is from the government, and she obviously doesn't dare to scold too badly, so as not to have no room and retreat.

And the tone has long been gone, but a little more arrogant and angry. In this way, it also aroused Zhao Liang's anger, so that he kept exerting force in his hands, and no matter how hard the woman tried, he couldn't close the small and delicate wooden door.

"Shopkeeper Zhu is dead, don't mess around, Lao Tzu is going to do business. If you obstruct it again, you will be arrested for obstruction of official duties. Zhao Liang exerted his strength, and blurted out an angry reprimand.

Unexpectedly, the woman was not only not surprised when she heard this, but her strength in her hands did not decrease but increased. While she and Zhao Liang were secretly arguing, she spoke again and scolded bluntly: "That old immortal hasn't come for three months, and looking for the old lady can't help you?" If you don't, get out of the way. ”。

"Don't worry, little sister." At this time, the advantage of having Mu Qingming is that it can ease the atmosphere. I saw Mu Qingming, the old fritter, take a step forward, stand side by side with Zhao Liang, take a look at this good-looking woman, and said with a smile: "We will definitely give the money, and you don't have to do business to get the money, you only need to answer a few questions from me." ”。

As soon as Wang Xiaocui heard this, his anger disappeared, and when the hand holding the door was slowly lowered, he turned his face with a smile, like a peach blossom blooming in the spring breeze: "I said earlier, this master, there are many business practices, as long as you give money, you can ask whatever you want?" ”。

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xiaocui walked out of the door with a strong fat powder gas, stood up to Mu Qingming's expression, deliberately lowered his voice, and said slightly mysteriously: "As long as the price offered by this master is appropriate, I can tell you how the shopkeeper and I sleep and what posture we use." ”。

Her face did not change and her heart did not beat while she spoke, as if this kind of shameless words were not the first time she had said them. At the same time, she also looked at Mu Qingming for the first time, and habitually threw her flattering eyes at Mu Qingming in the blink of an eye, and suddenly she was full of charm.

But it caused the muscles in the corners of Mo Han's eyes to twitch, and his face was full of anger in an instant. hurriedly took a step forward, and stood side by side with her husband while holding Mu Qingming's hand, like Wang Xiaocui silently demonstrating.

Mu Qingming didn't care that the two women were secretly jealous, he just smiled indifferently, and asked slowly to Wang Xiaocui: "Ten oceans are a problem, what do you think?" ”。

"Okay." Wang Xiaocui smiled, and the greed in her eyes appeared. At the same time, she also stretched out her hand with green jade fingers to Mu Qingming.

At first glance, the hands are the hands that do not touch the spring water with ten fingers, white and delicate.

And from hearing the news of the death of the shopkeeper Zhu, Wang Xiaocui's calm state of mind from beginning to end, and even wanting to clear up the relationship immediately, it is not difficult to see that the relationship between Wang Xiaocui and the shopkeeper Zhu is only established in the business relationship.

If it weren't for the evil spirit in Tang's shopkeeper's store, and Wang Xiaocui didn't have the slightest evil spirit and blood on her body, Mu Qingming would even suspect her and kill Tang's shopkeeper's murderer.

"It's not me who gives the money, it's him." Mu Qingming shook his head with a smile, turned his head and looked away, and when he landed on Zhao Liang, he raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Liang.

"What?" Zhao Liang was suddenly stunned, slowly turned his head, and looked at Mu Qingming with wide eyes, his eyes were full of incredulity.

"In order to solve the case, sacrifice it." After Zhao Liang stopped talking for a while, he was about to open his mouth to ask Mu Qingming why it was him who paid the money, but Mu Qingming had already taken the lead in speaking and whispered to Zhao Liang: "Maybe only this Wang Xiaocui knows what the murderer has dug from the shopkeeper Tang?" If you don't want to solve the case, you can not give this money. ”。

In a word, he choked back everything Zhao Liang wanted to say.

He looked at Mu Qingming, who was full of confidence, and then looked at Wang Xiaocui, who was still stretching out his hand, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded, and whispered to Mu Qingming after answering: "Ask the key, I don't have much money." ”。

"Got it." Mu Qingming nodded his head, turned his head back, and his eyes fell on Wang Xiaocui's fairly beautiful face again: "I want to know, when Shopkeeper Zhu got along with you day and night before, did he have any strange behaviors or strange behaviors?" ”。

When Wang Xiaocui heard this, she frowned and thought about it. The raised hand was still stretched out in front of Zhao Liang, motionless.

After a while, this Wang Xiaocui put away his suspicions, nodded and said, "There is really a strange thing." ”。

What is the weirdness of Shopkeeper Zhu's death? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.