Chapter 1

There was a scream from the small courtyard of the upper room of the Gaosheng Inn!

The upstairs and downstairs residents in the small courtyard either stuck their heads out to observe, or simply ran out to watch the excitement.

The shopkeeper in the front yard heard the sound and ran to the backyard as well. When I arrived in the middle of the courtyard, I saw two people lying in the No. 1 room with the door open. The man above was covered in blood, and neither of them moved.

"Murder, murder!" The crowd in the courtyard also screamed.

Xiao Er didn't dare to go in, and stumbled back to the front.

The other guests of Tianzi Courtyard did not dare to enter, pointing in the courtyard, but they were far away.

After about a quarter of an hour, a group of officials ran in, and there was a little minister in civilian clothes in the middle, surrounded by the officials, watching from a distance, he was petite, and walked in the middle of the red-clothed officials with his head down, and the people outside could only see a cyan coat fluttering.

The officials sealed the doors and windows of the No. 1 room with red hemp rope, and the little minister in civilian clothes had already entered an empty room on the side, the door was closed, and Qiao Dayong, the head catcher, was still standing at the door, holding the Pu knife, staring at the people who were looking at him menacingly.

Soon the door opened, and a small man who was covered in snow white, wrapped up and down so that only a pair of eyes were exposed, came out, and he also carried a wooden box that looked like a doctor's visit. However, his wooden box was noticeably much larger than the doctor's.

"Come, good, dad will bring it to you." Qiao Dayong hurriedly reached out to take the big box.

"Daddy!" Qiao Qingqing glanced at her father helplessly and said softly. If anyone on the side can know, this little husband is actually a girl.

"Alright, you go in!" has arrived at the door of Tianzi No. 1 room, and Qiao Dayong is standing at the door.

Qiao Qingqing didn't go in, but stood at the door and looked down at the ground.

Only then did everyone realize that she was actually wearing a strange jumpsuit, which was put on with her shoes attached, and a row of buttons from her navel to her chin. Her hair was covered by a one-piece hat and her forehead, and she wore a white mask on her face, covering her mouth and nose, and from a distance, she looked like she was wrapped in a large mass of white satin, as if her whole body could shine.

"What is he wearing?" I don't know who it was, but shouted in the crowd.

Qiao Qingqing heard it, and looked back at the lively crowd.

Everyone couldn't help but take a step back, feeling that the only big black eyes that were exposed outside seemed to want to remember their faces.

Qiao Qingqing finally withdrew his gaze, turned around in the frightened eyes of everyone, and looked at the situation in the room while wearing gloves.

There was a lot of blood on the ground, and there were two men on it. The posture was indecent, and a fat man pressed against a tall and thin man, with his head facing the doorway. From the outside, the man below was barely visible.

"Has anyone ever been in?" Qingqing asked the little official on the side.

"Has anyone ever been in?" The official at the door immediately pointed to the lively crowd.

"No, we don't dare to get any closer." The guests who watched the excitement on the side said busily.

"So no one went in to make sure, are those two dead?" Qingqing's brows furrowed.

"Isn't this dead?" Xiao Cui, the servant, glanced back and said casually.

"This amount of blood looks like a lot, but looking at the time, it is the amount of blood that a person has had his artery cut off. So either neither of them died, or only one died. Qingqing shook her head, "Let someone come to the medical hall." ”

"The mortuary will come in a while, Master Jiang's acupuncture is not bad." Xiao Cui waved his hand casually.

Qingqing was also noncommittal, carrying a large box on her back, and walked in carefully. She finally saw a clearer footprint, and carefully placed the wooden number plate from the wooden box.

Then I went around to the side of the two of them, took out a small bronze mirror and put it under the noses of the two people, in fact, wearing gloves, the test of the neck artery is not so accurate, especially for serious injuries, so weak pulse is difficult to feel.

Qingqing looked at the young man first, looked at the mirror, frowned, and then reached out and pressed his neck, "This one is not dead, and the injury is not serious." ”

"Well, have you finished collecting, can we enter?" The people at the door didn't dare to enter, and whoever saw the little minister in a white shirt didn't dare to enter.

"Then wait a minute, this one is dead, this one can't die for the time being." Qingqing has already checked the two fallen people.

I put the box in an open space, hold charcoal in one hand and a prototype with paper in the other, and draw everything on the scene. After about two quarters of an hour, she made sure that nothing had been missed, and took out a rectangular piece of black plaster from the box, carefully rubbed down the few footprints she had just found, and noted the location of the rubbings in the margins.

Outside the courtyard gate was a young man about twenty dressed in a red guard uniform, wearing a long sword with a gorgeous spike at his waist.

As soon as he entered, the officials hurriedly clasped their fists at him and saluted: "Ximen guard!" ”

"Oh my God, this is Lord Ximen of Kaifeng Mansion! How young! "The people who watched the excitement were amazed.

"It should be handsome! Sure enough, he is young and promising! Another voice said busily.

Ximen Kai waved his right hand to the audience very stylishly, and his left hand was still holding the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The officials, including the head catcher, silently took a step back, and then twisted their heads into the No. 1 room of Tianzi, looking at the snow-white person who only showed a pair of eyes.

"Every time I watch Qingqing do things, I feel that I can't solve the case." Ximen Kai silently walked to Qiao Dayong's side, looking at Qingqing's busy figure and couldn't help but say.

"After she figured this out, I thought, how did I solve the case before?" Qiao Dayong tilted his head, looking helpless.

"But it's really useful, just talking about this rubbing, it makes people have nothing to hide!" Xiao Cui sighed.

"My daughter is so smart!" Qiao Dayong said proudly.

"Head, I'm you, you're going to cry. Qingqing is fifteen, who dares to come to the door to ask for relatives this time? A servant looked at the crowd watching the bustle in the distance with a bitter face, and whispered.

"What did you do?" Xiao Cui looked at that one.

"What can I do? I ran into her when I got home from work that day. She was taking An An out to buy sugar gourds. That day, if only I had bought it for that little fat man! ”

"If it's me, I'll kill you directly." Qiao Dayong sneered, "Qingqing is already shy, and you still tease her." ”

"Head, can I not know that she is shy? I said hello and said, 'Qingqing, are you still coming out to play?' Qingqing's face turned red, and he saluted me and ran back. The one was going to cry, "I can't see it on the street, and I won't even say hello, right?" ”

"If it weren't just to say hello, I would help you testify and let you be scratched to death by your daughter-in-law!" Qiao Dayong gave him a roll of his eyes.

"Qingqing is gone, what happened to An An?" Xiao Cui is the master who doesn't think it's a big deal to see the excitement, and asked hurriedly.