[The book continues from the above, after the last book said that it was a wonderful reminder, Mu Qingming found the "Evil Recipe Spectrum" written by his grandfather to check it, and sure enough, he found a record of human brain porridge in it. At the same time, Zhao Liang came to ask about the fabric, and Mo Han saw at a glance that the rag was the corner of the sachet, and Mu Qingming also guessed that this thing came from a pheasant prostitute. It led out that Young Master Mu and Inspector Zhao discussed the case until after dawn, Zhao Liang went to the small vegetable garden to investigate the clues of the scorched corpse, and Mu Qingming went to the bedroom to make up for sleep. When I woke up, it was already sunset, and after a leisurely dinner, Mu Qingming wanted to take the fox demon to Yuantong Mountain to find the mountain god for the investigation of the case. 】

Secret prostitution, also called pheasant, secret door. It refers to a woman who secretly sells "meat". In the city of Kunming for a long time, the most famous Hualiu Lane is on the Yunjin Night Market. But in other places, there are also many secret prostitutes.

Unorganized and unstored, they often haunt the alleys and streets alone, or in the vicinity of their homes, selling their bodies cheaply to men they don't even know.

"Can you see that, too?" Zhao Liang's eyes widened and he looked at Mu Qingming, who was sitting behind the bookcase, but his face was full of suspicion.

"Of course." Mu Qingming picked up the quilt cover with his hand, and after gently knocking on the mouth of the cup twice, Miao Jue came in and helped him drink all the tea and take the cup out.

"Sachets are generally worn by only children and women, and men generally use them for fun, but they definitely do not wear them often; And the charred corpse found last night was the corpse of an adult, and you also said that it was a woman's corpse, which means that this thing is a woman's. Mu Qingming put Mo Han's sachet with a peony pattern embroidered with red silk thread in the palm of his hand a few times, threw it back to Mo Han, and patiently analyzed it to Zhao Liang with the elimination method: "Although the cost of making sachets is not high, ordinary people are busy begging for a living, even if the women of ordinary people's families have to work every day, who has the leisure time to make a sachet to wear?" ”。

Hearing him say this, Zhao Liang thought for a while, but couldn't find a reason to refute it, so he nodded and hummed.

"Ruling out the above possibility, then the identity of the charred corpse is only left with the female dependents of the rich and noble families and the women of the Qinglou; Both groups of people don't have to work every day, that is, they don't have to worry about eating, and they don't have to worry about wearing sachets to get in the way of their work. But it can never be the female dependents of rich and noble families, after all, if the female dependents of these dignitaries and nobles are missing, or dead, and you Zhao Liang have not found the body, their family members have already reported the case to your police station. As soon as Mu Qingming finished speaking, Miao Jue took three cups of hot tea that had just been brewed, turned around and returned to the study, and served hot tea to the three of them in order.

Then he went to the hall to bring two chairs, and asked Mo Han and Zhao Liang to sit down before leaving the study alone.

"So the only thing left is the Qinglou woman?" Zhao Liang lifted his teacup, holding the cover of the quilt and scraping the hot cup of tea.

As soon as the lid was opened, a faint pure fragrance with a warm scent emanated from the cup and wafted out in the study.

"Yes." With a slight bow, Mu Qingming also raised his teacup, blew the hot air in the cup, and gently took a sip of the fragrant tea in the cup.

"But why a secret prostitute? Can this also be seen on the cloth? Zhao Liang then asked again.

"How can it just be seen on the cloth? Of course, it also combines the clues obtained in the past few days. Didn't you say that no one had come to report the crime in the past few days? Zhao Liang nodded lightly, Mu Qingming took out a match, opened the lid of the incense burner on the table, and after lighting the sandalwood in it with a match, he said unhurriedly: "Think about it, if it was an organized and disciplined Qinglou, and the girl inside was lost, the old bustard would have sent someone to find it; After all, whether those girls sold themselves voluntarily or not, as long as they entered the Qinglou, they would be her cash cow. Losing money is about the same as losing money, who wouldn't be in a hurry? Only the profession of secret prostitution, he is the boss who sells his own meat, no one cares about it, no one cares, even if he disappears without a trace one day, no one will go to the police station to report the case. ”。

A light and flavorful fragrance rises from the small holes in the lid; Mu Qingming paused, pointed to the rags on the table and said, "And you see that on this cloth, the pattern embroidered with pink silk thread is a corner of the peony flower, or a few petals. As far as I know, the patterns on the sachets are very particular. Children generally use lions and tigers, and the elderly generally use old children's fun. The magpie in Dengmei and the bee picking flowers are metaphors for men; The gourd and the pomegranate have many seeds, so this kind of pattern is to hope for more children and more blessings; And jujube, peanut, longan, lotus seed pattern, take its homonym, Yu early (jujube) and noble (gui) seeds, which is for the bride. Young women who have not left the pavilion are generally lotus flowers and plum blossoms, symbolizing the woman's steadfastness and sweetness. ”。

"Isn't peony rich and rich?" Taking advantage of Mu Qing's pause, Zhao Liang thought that Mo Han's sachet was also embroidered with a peony pattern, so he thought about it and asked, "How did you become a representative of secret prostitution?" ”。

But he overlooked the most important detail, which was that the pattern of Mo Han's sachet was embroidered with red silk thread, and the rag taken from the charred corpse on the table was embroidered with pink silk thread.

If the deceased was born in a wealthy family, it naturally means great wealth and nobility. And the rich and noble peony should be used red line, representing the graceful and luxurious, prosperous meaning. And we have analyzed it before, that charred corpse is not a rich woman. In addition, its pattern is made of pink silk thread, so the meaning is different. After Mu Qingming finished saying this long paragraph in one breath, he raised his teacup again.

Zhao Liang pondered again, although Mu Qingming said that he was the Tao, he still had a few doubts; So after a while, he asked, "Why does the pink thread have a different meaning?" ”。

"The peony of this color means that it is the national color and the fragrance of the sky." Mo Han took over the words and smiled indifferently: "Inspector Zhao may not know that the peony embroidered with pink silk thread still has the meaning of an oiran; And the word Oiran is only circulated among the women of the Qinglou, which lady or a small jasper family has ever seen who calls himself an Oiran? ”。

Although this Mo Han is a fox demon, he is actually a small demon, and he can't compare with those rich and noble old monsters. Before she met Mu Qingming, she had to do everything she could, and she naturally knew everything about all kinds of embroidery and when to use what thread.

"That young lady claims to be so self-proclaimed, she must not be beaten to death by her father." Mu Qingming added with a smile.

At this point, Zhao Liangfang suddenly realized. When the excitement appeared in his eyes, he saw him get up suddenly, and said loudly and excitedly: "So when I check the identity of the charred corpse, I should first start from the small vegetable garden to the secret prostitutes in the area of the Bada River." ”。

As soon as the words landed, Mo Han and Mu Qingming nodded to him in unison, and said in a rather bitter tone: "The son can be taught." ”。

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Thank you Brother Mu for your advice." Zhao Liang, who was happy, didn't care about their mouths, but after saluting Mu Qingming, he turned around and bowed to Mo Han slowly: "Thank you, sister-in-law." ”。 After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of the study, and left the small courtyard of the Mu family by himself, presumably to investigate the case.

Mu Qingming also got up, slowly stood by the window of the study, stared at the beautifully carved curtains on the window, and silently thought about something.

Outside the window, the sky was already bright, and the rising sun emitted a warm sunshine between the heavens and the earth. You can still vaguely hear that in the distance outside the hospital, many family members have opened the door and lit the opening gun. There are three pieces named "Lianzhong Sanyuan"; There are also four pieces called "Fulu Shouju"; There are also five pieces called "Five Blessings" and six pieces called "Six Great Shun".

In the sound of firecrackers one after another, the Kunming Dam, which had been quiet all night, was once again full of vigor and joy.

"Brother Mu, you said that the nine-fingered trickster told us that night that it was the ghost city that Changshengdao guided the murderer to, so what is Changshengdao planning this time?" Mo Han asked thoughtfully as he lifted his teacup.

Mu Qingming, who was interrupted by her words, shook his head silently after thinking for a while, and said, "This is also what I want to know." ”。

After finishing speaking, Mu Qingming turned around and said slowly to Mo Han: "Let Miao Jue remember to let go of the door cannon battle for a while, and I'll go to sleep for a while." ”。 As he spoke, he walked slowly towards the opposite side of the study, on the other side of his bedroom......

Mu Qingming's mouth was so-called sleeping for a while, but it was a few hours. When he woke up, it was the sun setting in the west. The sun was setting in the west, and everything in the bedroom was dyed orange by the setting sun.

Mu Qingming, who was still a little confused, felt a little itchy on his cheeks outside the window, and when he turned his head, he saw Mei Xiang squatting beside the bed, holding a chicken feather plucked from the feather duster at home, and was concentrating on scratching Mu Qingming's cheek with chicken feathers.

"You little trickster, why are you scratching my face with chicken feathers?" Mu Qingming was not angry but happy, and reached out to rub the other party's head.

"Hehe, my sister asked me to wake up Uncle Mu and get ready for dinner." Seeing that he was awake, Mei Xiang got up and shouted, "Sister, Uncle Mu is awake." He ran to the kitchen.

Mu Qingming got up, sat on the bed and stretched out before getting out of bed, dressed neatly and washing his face, and the food was served.

The family sat around the hall, talking and laughing and eating dinner. After Mu Qingming looked around, he asked Miaojue, "Didn't Zhao Liang come?" ”。

"Didn't come, didn't come at noon." I only cared about the wonders of eating, and I answered without raising my eyes.

Presumably, Zhao Liang went to investigate the case, and he didn't bother to come back for dinner; But thinking that Zhao Hao gave money, Mu Qingming said again: "Then leave him some food, in case he runs over at night and has no food." ”。

"Okay." Wonderful slight jaw to the head.

And Mei Xiang, who hadn't eaten a few bites yet, held a bitten chicken leg in her hand, ran out of the hall with a cigarette, and went to play with Shiyue.

Mu Qingming didn't care about her, just sandwiched a few pieces of meat into Mo Han's bowl, and said softly: "Eat more, we have to go climbing the mountain in a while." ”。

"Hmm." Mo Han nodded, and then asked, "It's getting dark, what mountain to climb?" What are you doing climbing mountains? ”。

Mu Qingming looked into the courtyard and saw that Mei Xiang was having fun with Shiyue behind the courtyard gate, and after not paying attention to the hall at all, he slowly spoke: "Yuantong Mountain, ask the mountain god in the mountain about something?" ”。

What is Mu Qingming asking for the mountain god? Can she and Mo Han find the mountain god of Yuantong Mountain? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.