"Coincidentally, on the first night we entered the Purple Cloud Temple, someone secretly communicated to us that someone saw you and Huijue having a tryst in the Tallinn behind the Mingchen Nunnery, and then both walked into the quiet courtyard.

From this, we have to make the following inferences: first, you and Huijue have been in contact with each other for a long time, and you are wearing the cloak of religion and doing dirty deeds that people despise; Second, there must be a dirtier deal between you and Huijue. ”

"Captain Zhao, you are a person who eats the country's food, you represent the country, you are the law of the country, and you must talk about evidence when you speak and act - you can't talk about the river and run wild horses on your tongue when handling cases." Zhizhen sneered.

"We found five calligraphy and paintings that were not signed in the quiet courtyard of the abbot of Huijue, why didn't the author make the payment? There is only one answer, the author is afraid of revealing his identity. What's more coincidental is that we also saw a painting of Zhang Ji's "Fengqiao Night Park" in the quiet courtyard, which is exactly the same as your "Fengqiao Night Park". How do you explain this? ”

"It's not surprising that this poem was written by Zhang Ji, but there are many people who practice calligraphy with Zhang Ji's poems."

"The painting of "Fengqiao Night Park" in Jingyouyuan and the character in front of me, whether from the font or the characteristics of the pen, including the layout of the word, should be from the same person."

"Poor road dare not agree, traditional calligraphy, in addition to the rules of the willow body, Yan body, is Wang Xizhi and Mi Fu and other people self-contained style, with the same font and style of writing out of the word, is not the same?"

"In the view of the poor road - please forgive the poor road presumptuous, calligraphy is from the beginning of copying, the vast majority of people can never get out of the routine of copying, only like Wang Xizhi and Mi Fu like everyone, can be self-contained."

"Therefore, if Captain Zhao sees two identical calligraphy works, don't be subjective and arbitrary, and rashly think that they are from the same person, otherwise, he will laugh and be generous." Elder Zhizhen said in a sarcastic tone.

Elder Zhizhen was really not an ordinary man, and with just a few simple words, he blocked back the evidence that Zhao Zimeng thought was undoubted.

But Zhao Zimeng is not a simple character: "Elder Zhizhen is indeed very profound in calligraphy, and I have been taught." However, in my opinion, it should not be difficult to tell whether two calligraphy works with the same content are by the same person. ”

"Could it be that Captain Zhao also knows calligraphy?"

"I don't know calligraphy, but someone understands calligraphy, we can go to the Provincial Institute of Calligraphy and Painting to ask a few famous calligraphers to identify whether the two "Fengqiao Night Park" are from the same person's hand, ordinary people may not be able to see it, experts can definitely see it."

Zhizhen chose to be silent.

"Of course, there is one more person who knows if the two paintings are from the same person."

"Who?"

"Elder Zhizhen, why have you suddenly become confused, this person is the abbot of Mingchen Nunnery! She doesn't know you're in our hands right now, and if she did, she doesn't know what she would think. ”

Zhizhen's eyes rolled a few times, but he didn't answer Zhao Zimeng's words.

"I still have two notes here, the first note says that we should go to Dongmen Town to find Qing Shui, and there is a detailed address on it."

"Mingchen Nunnery has mysteriously disappeared several young nuns, including a nun named Qing Shui, whose family lives in Dongmen Town, we went to Dongmen Town to investigate, and the results confirmed that Qing Shui did not leave Mingchen Nunnery, but disappeared mysteriously."

"The second note we received only had the word 'Yu' written on it, and this 'Yu' obviously referred to the quiet courtyard of Ming Chen'an, and as a result, you should also know, we found the entrance to the secret room in the quiet courtyard. Before that, Abbot Huijue also handed us a diary, which was the diary of Jingping, a nun who had just disappeared. ”

"This is the most smelly move made by Huijue and you, we have found a handwriting expert to identify it, some of the contents in Jingping's diary are not from Jingping's hand, from this, we deduce that it must be the abbot of Huijue who did something in Jingping's diary."

"It turns out that Jingping has never left the Ming Chen Nunnery, and several other young nuns have not left the Ming Chen Nunnery, they have either disappeared in the meditation room of the West Zen Monastery or disappeared in the Tibetan Scripture Hall."

"When we turned our attention to the Tibetan Scripture Hall, the abbot Huijue suddenly handed us a diary, the purpose of which was to lead us down the mountain, and by the time we returned to the Tibetan Scripture Hall and found the entrance to the secret room, it was too late, and the entrance to the secret room had been blocked with earth, large stone slabs, and large stones. In the day or so that we left Mingchen'an, the murderer disposed of all the physical evidence hidden in the secret room. ”

"In addition to the physical evidence, there are also Jingping people who were transferred."

Zhizhen still didn't answer Zhao Zimeng's words, he closed his eyes slightly, and played the same trick as Abbot Huijue.

"Thankfully, in the hurry, the murderer still left clues."

Zhizhen slowly opened his eyes, and he heard Zhao Zimeng's words in his heart. He was afraid of revealing flaws, so he didn't suddenly open his eyes.

"This is a picture we took inside the chamber."

Zhao Zimeng took the photo from Linghu Yunfei's hand, stood up and walked to Zhizhen.

"Although the murderer used a knife and axe to cut down the reliefs on those furniture, we still see the clues from the small part that remains, you take a closer look-"

Zhao Zimeng picked out one of the photos and put it in front of Zhizhen's eyes.

"If we are not mistaken, the relief on the furniture should reflect the affairs of men and women, and it can be seen that the secret room below the Ming Chen'an should be a lewd cave; Look at this again—"

Zhao Zimeng reflexively took the blue bra from Ling Hu Yunfei's hand, "Look at this thing again - you should have seen such a thing, we found this in the exhaust hole of the secret room, after Jingping's adoptive father confirmed, this is Jingping's bra, this must be Jingping hidden in the exhaust hole of the secret room." You should have seen this bra too. ”

"Captain Zhao, please forgive Poor Dao for being blunt, these words, you should tell Abbot Huijue, tell Poor Dao, isn't this unrelated?"

Ling Hu Yunfei turned sideways and whispered to Zhao Zimeng: "Zimeng, don't talk nonsense with him, let's find the entrance to the secret room first." ”

"Wait a minute, Master Yan and his apprentice will be here in a while." Zhao Zimeng said.

Dare to love Xiang Daimo to invite Master Yan and his apprentices.

Speaking of Cao Cao - Cao Cao arrived.

The door curtain was pushed open, and three people walked in from the outside, Xiang Daimo walked in first, and Master Yan and his apprentice came in later.

Zhizhen's gaze shifted from Zhao Zimeng's body to Master Yan's master and apprentice. Zhizhen paid enough attention to these two people, and he hugged his two arms to his chest.

Forgot to explain, Xiang Daimo was still holding a rolled-up paper tube in his hand - it was a painting.

Xiang Daimo put the paper tube on the floor, pushed it with his hand, and a calligraphy work slowly unfolded and appeared in front of everyone.

I don't want to say it, but you also know the above content.

Yes, it's the "Fengqiao Night Park".

Xiao Luhan took down the "Fengqiao Night Park" hanging on the wall and placed it side by side with the "Fengqiao Night Park" on the ground.

Zhao Zimeng's judgment is not wrong, the two characters are exactly the same, even the size of the calligraphy and painting is the same, the only difference is that one has a real signature and seal on it, and the other has no signature and seal on it.

Elder Zhizhen's gaze also fell on these two words.

"Truly, these two characters are clearly by the same person - this one should be your masterpiece too."

"Captain Zhao, Poor Dao repeatedly, this painting is indeed not written by Poor Dao. If you don't believe it, then I can't help it. The poor way that should be said has been said, and the poor way can't convince you, but you can't convince the poor way either. ”

Master Yan walked around the dormitory, and then stopped in front of the bookcase.

Master Chen understood, he rolled up his sleeves and moved a bookcase on the very edge.

Zhao Zimeng and the others went up together and moved a row of bookcases to a place about a meter away from the wooden wall.

Master Yan picked up a copper candle holder from a lampstand and knocked it on the wooden wall.

Master Yan knocked from the north to the south, from the top to the bottom, and he listened as he knocked, and if there was an entrance to the secret room in the wooden wall, the sound would definitely be different from other places.

Zhao Zimeng glanced at Elder Zhizhen, who was sitting on the Taishi chair, his head resting on the back of the chair, as if he was closing his eyes and recuperating. Li Daping and six members of the special police team sat on the Taishi chair opposite Zhizhen.

There are two possibilities: the first possibility is that the entrance to the secret room is not in his bedroom at all, so he doesn't need to be nervous; The second possibility is that he was worried that his comrades would see something in his eyes, so he forced his composure and simply did not look at anything.

Contrary to Zhizhen, Wuji, who was standing inside the curtain, kept his eyes open, and his gaze stayed in one place several times.

Zhao Zimeng saw something in Wuji's eyes, Wuji was the only one who could enter and exit the real bedroom, and it was possible for him to know something.

Zhao Zimeng walked up to Wuji and said in a low voice, "Master Wuji, do you know something?" ”

Wuji glanced at Elder Zhizhen, who still closed his eyes.

Wuji didn't say anything, he just looked up and glanced towards the staircase—before, Wuji's gaze had stayed here the most.

Could it be that the entrance to the secret room is upstairs?

Zhao Zimeng and Ling Huyunfei walked to the top of the stairs, and at the bottom of the stairs, there was a landscape painting.

At this time, Master Yan and his apprentice had also walked in front of this landscape painting.

"Master Yan, look at the back of this landscape painting." Zhao Zimeng said.

Master Yan lifted the landscape painting and carefully knocked it on the wooden wall with a candlestick for more than a minute.

"Master Yan, how is it?"

Master Yan shook his head.

Zhao Zimeng glanced at Linghu Yunfei.

Ling Hu Yunfei walked to the door curtain and brought Wuji outside the door curtain.