[Continuing from the above, the last book said that Zhao Liang locked the scope of the deceased's identity through the calluses on the hands of a deceased. Mu Qingming followed Brother Wang to the lotus pond, and after taking a closer look at the floating corpse that was fished up, Zhao Liang proposed that it was very strange for the corpse to appear, but Mu Qingming disagreed, and then after a little thought, he told Zhao Liang how the corpse of the sinking pond floated. After drawing Mu Qingming out to correct Zhao Liang's wrong direction of thinking, he went straight to the two fathers who reported the case. After some detailed questioning, one of them was directly identified as the participant of the sunken corpse. And after identifying that the other party was an Immortal Sect disciple, he whispered something in his ear, which frightened the disciple into a daze. 】

Scattered among the weeds and reeds on the shore of the lotus pond, the veil-like white mist gradually dissipated as the sun grew brighter and brighter.

When Zhao Liang heard this, he suddenly realized that he was indeed disturbed by the strangeness of one thing after another, and when he heard that more than 20 corpses were pouring into the water one after another, he actually forgot to find out whether he saw the murderer of the sunken corpse, but it was even more important.

To figure out why so many floating corpses suddenly appeared, it is better to catch the murderer. If so many female corpses want to sink into the pond, it must not be something that can be done by one person.

As the so-called goose has left a voice and a person has left a name, Zhao Liang firmly believes that if the murderers can sink so many female corpses into the pond, then they will inevitably leave clues, and there will never be no traces.

Thinking of this, Zhao Liang beckoned Mu Qingming and Liu Yang, and strode towards the two fathers who reported the case.

In recent years, there has been chaos everywhere, the government is busy with all kinds of seizures of power, and no one has taken the lives of the people into account; It is not uncommon for people to die, every day there are people who die of starvation, freezing and disease on the streets, or in the wilderness. But twenty-eight female corpses floated one after another, which was enough to shock those who were accustomed to seeing dead people.

The two old men who were over half a hundred years old were no longer so frightened at this time, and their hands were not shaking, but their eyes were still a little dull, obviously because so many female corpses suddenly emerged from the bottom of the pool, and they couldn't slow down for a while.

The two old men, whose faces were full of wrinkles and vicissitudes, became nervous again when they saw Zhao Liang walking towards them again.

Old Master Li, who had made some brief inquiries to them on the side, said slowly: "Two fathers, let's go back with us to make a record." ”。

As soon as the words landed, Zhao Liangmu and Qingming had already stood in front of the two old men. Zhao Liang was about to ask a question, but Mu Qingming stopped him, and then gave him a look and motioned for Zhao Liang to ask him.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Liang nodded and stepped aside.

Mu Qingming showed a smiling face, looked at the two old men who didn't know where to put their hands because they were nervous, and said slowly: "Don't be nervous and scared, two old men, I'm just asking you something." What do you call the two dads? What do you all do? Why did you appear here in the middle of the night? ”。

Under the morning breeze, the willow branches by the lotus pond swayed a few times in the wind.

Among them, the old man with a goatee, when he heard this, looked at Mu Qingming's kind face, and returned: "The little old man's surname is Liu, and he is a gardener who shows the garden to foreigners here. ”。

As he said this, Father Liu couldn't help but look at the garden not far away, which was located on the north side of the lotus pond.

Mu Qingming looked as far as his gaze could see, only to see a small and delicate Soviet-style garden, which fell into his eyes. The willows dance with the wind, blowing through the red walls and green tiles that reveal the unique delicate charm of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

"The garden rebuilt by the British was rebuilt on the basis of Wu Sangui's Anfu Garden built for Chen Yuanyuan." Zhao Liang frowned when he saw Mu Qingming, and when a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, he opened his mouth to explain to him.

After Mu Qingming understood, he asked again: "Since it is a garden built by foreigners, don't foreigners come to live?" ”。

The reason why he asked this was because from beginning to end, except for the barren grass and towering trees, as well as some abandoned houses and reeds and other plants in this vicinity, he had not seen any trace of foreigners.

The two fathers shook their heads gently, and Father Liu continued: "Foreigners think that this place is a bit remote, and they generally only come to cool off in summer when it is hot, and they are reluctant to come in winter and spring." ”。

Mu Qingming nodded, looked at the old man beside Daddy Liu, and asked casually, "Is this daddy also a gardener?" ”。

Seeing his gaze coming towards him, this old father, who was a head shorter than Father Liu, and had a messy beard and a little hunchbacked, hurriedly lowered his head slightly, avoided Mu Qingming's gaze, and replied softly: "I am the porter." ”。

After making some inquiries that had nothing to do with the case, Mu Qingming beckoned the two old men to walk slowly towards the garden they were guarding; Along the way, I asked if there were any children and relatives in the family, as if I was not asking about the case, but as if I was doing a family routine.

In a few words, he asked if the two of them had no children and no daughters, and they were just old singles who had no wives. The foreigners hired them, and let them show the garden to the foreigners by the way.

This made the old Li Shi who was following behind him very disgusted, and he couldn't help frowning and whispered to Zhao Liang: "I said Detective Master, why did you invite this guy again?" If you look at the questions he asks, he is always talking about a bunch of things that have nothing to do with the case. ”。

"There's nothing wrong with Young Master Mu asking this; If you want to ask someone about something, you have to get close to it first! It's like borrowing money from someone and you can't always come up and say, 'Hey, lend me two money.'" So be it. Zhao Liang didn't feel anything wrong, just replied slowly, and then said no more.

Mu Qingming and the two fathers chatted and walked, and after a while, they came to the garden.

Although the British rebuilt the garden with great care, and the pavilions, rockeries, pavilions and pavilions were restored on the original basis, they did not completely restore the ruins and broken walls that can be seen everywhere outside the garden that were submerged in the overgrown weeds.

It should be said that the original abandoned garden was only partially restored.

Looking at the garden facing the lotus pond, Mu Qingming walked slowly to the door not far away, sat down on a smooth bluestone by the pool, and looked around at the crazy weeds around him and was stunned.

Shangshan Qiao Sing (one of the eight views of Kunming) is long gone, and all that remains is the ruin and ruins of the wall, pouring out the music of their master for future generations.

"That porter father, may I ask your last name?" After a while, Mu Qingming put away the many sighs in his heart, and turned his head to look at the two old men.

"The little old man's surname is Zeng, and he is the second oldest in the family, so he is called Zeng Er." The old man replied, and then moved his gaze away, not daring to look directly at Mu Qingming.

"Did you find the floating corpse first?" Mu Qingming asked, his eyes kept looking around, and finally landed on the small sampan boat parked among the reeds and cattails on the shore of the pond a foot away.

"No, it was found when Lao Liu got up in the middle of the night and came out of the garden to release water." Father Zeng hurriedly defended, and a layer of fine beads of sweat suddenly oozed from his forehead.

At the same time, Mu Qingming also stood up, walked to the side of the small sampan boat, and after taking a closer look at all the corners of the boat, his eyes fell on the edges of both sides of the boat.

On the edge of the side panels stained with morning dew, several conspicuous scratches caught Mu Qingming's attention.

Then he looked up at the shimmering lotus pond in front of him under the morning sun for a long time, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth to reveal a light smile.

This place is at least fifteen to twenty zhang away from the floating corpse land, which means that even if someone rows a boat to the floating corpse site and sinks the corpse in a pitch-black field, there is no way to see the sunken corpse from the place where he is standing now.

Unless the man lit the lamp on the boat.

In the same way, the report was made in the middle of the night before dawn, and the floating corpses in the pool floated one after another, so it may not be visible. That's why he was going to the garden when he asked.

What's more important is that Mu Qingming has already seen scratches on the boat, those few small scratches that are irregular and of different lengths, at a glance, you can see that they are marks made by stones. One dark and windy night, someone carried twenty-eight female corpses with stones tied to their feet onto a small boat, and then drove the boat to the lotus pond and began to throw the corpses.

When hesitating to throw the corpses, he threw the corpses, and when he put down the stones tied to the feet of the female corpses, it is not surprising that the stones inadvertently rubbed against the edge of the side panels of the boat during the transportation process.

Mu Qing meditated on this, turned around and returned to Zhao Liang and the two fathers, and fell his gaze on the nervous face of Zeng's father, who had been avoiding his gaze, and then asked, "Did you see any suspicious people around the night before yesterday?" Or maybe they used the boat over there. ”。

As soon as he said this, the hearts of the two fathers jumped, but they also began to think carefully about the question he asked after the next second.

After a while, the two shook their heads in unison, and Father Zeng said thoughtfully: "That day, I went to the city to buy some wine, some peanuts and small pickles, and came back to drink with Lao Liu." Later, we were all drunk, we never went out, and we didn't see any suspicious people. ”。

Immediately afterwards, Father Zeng saw that Mu Qingming was looking at him, and hurriedly looked away again, and at the same time frowned and muttered: "Usually Lao Liu and I drank very well, but that day after three bowls of wine, I was dizzy, and I don't know what's wrong, I fell down after drinking the fourth bowl, and I didn't notice that there was anyone outside the garden." ”。

At the same time, after Daddy Liu also hummed, he nodded again and again to indicate that Daddy Zeng was not lying.

Yunnan people drink well, and they use bowls to drink, just look at Zhao Liang. A jar of wine is in his stomach, and he only speaks with a slight big tongue, which Daddy Zeng said that he and Daddy Liu can drink, not necessarily bragging.

So Mu Qingming nodded, and said, "Is the wine jar still there?" If so, please ask Daddy to take it for me. ”。

Father Zeng replied repeatedly: "Yes." Then he turned and went to the garden. After a while, he brought an empty jar and handed it to Mu Qingming.

Mu Qingming lifted the altar, gently leaned the mouth of the altar against his nose and sniffed it, and the faint aroma of wine immediately drifted into his nose. Then I sniffed it carefully, and found that the mellow wine smell was mixed with a spicy taste.

He immediately removed his nose and stuffed the wine jar into the arms of Zhao Liang, who was watching curiously from the side, and then took up Daddy Zeng's hands and put them in front of his nose for another sniff.

"What is he doing?" Old Master Li panicked and asked Zhao Haoqi curiously. But Zhao Liang didn't understand the reason, so he had to shake his head gently.

Mu Qingming put down Daddy Zeng's hand, pulled Daddy Liu's again, and smiled indifferently after thinking about it; Leaning his head on Father Liu's ear, he whispered a whisper that only he and Father Liu could hear: "Immortal Cultist, I can be considered to have found you." ”。

His words in an excited tone made Father Liu stunned, and his eyes were full of panic.

Is Mu Qingming's judgment wrong? Is Daddy Liu really an immortal cultist? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.