"General Zhang, what the hell is going on? You take what you know first. On the way to the prison, Hua Thirteen hurriedly asked.

"As soon as it was night, news came from the prison, Zhou Rong suddenly screamed in pain, struggled for a long time, and finally bled to death...... Zhang Yueheng smacked his lips, although he was used to seeing the scene of the horse leather shroud, but he still shuddered at the strange and terrifying way of death.

"Seven orifice bleeding? It's bleeding again...... "Painting Thirteen's pair of sad brows pressed down heavily, and he had a faint bad premonition in his heart.

When they arrived at the prison, they found that the county lord Qiu had been holding Zhou Rong's corpse and crying, almost convulsions and fainting, and Gonggong Wei heard the news and rushed over early in the morning by the holy order, at this time, he was hurriedly helping the county lord up with the palace people, and reminded nervously:

"County Lord, the doctor, the poison seeped in from his severed hand, you have to be careful not to fall for his poison by mistake!"

Painting Thirteen's eyebrows jumped, and he glanced at Jingmo, who came together, Jingmo understood, stepped forward to inspect Zhou Rong's corpse, and then cast a helpless but affirmative look at Painting Thirteen.

Gonggong Wei glanced at Hua Thirteen and the others, sighed faintly, and said lukewarmly: "Why, did you make a special trip to see if this person who committed suicide in fear of crime is dead?" The Water Poison Dragon is really powerful! In the end, none of them ran away. ”

When Gonggong Wei said the last sentence, his eyes inadvertently fell on Jingmo, Hua Thirteen frowned and moved a few steps forward, stood in front of Jingmo, and said to Gonggong Wei: "Poison is like money and power, and it is up to the user to go wherever he goes." Father-in-law Wei, did Zhou Rong really die of suicide in fear of crime? How did the Water Poison Dragon appear here out of thin air? ”

When Gonggong Wei saw the thirteenth painting, his eyes couldn't help but soften, he pursed his lips and glanced at Zhou Rong's corpse: "It's not!" Who would have thought that he had left himself a happy way back, this was probably the only simple thing he had done for most of his life. ”

"Father-in-law Wei, if Thirteen is not mistaken, Zhou Rong was dragged here directly from the main hall, everything was unknown at that time, and he had already poisoned me, how could he bring the rest of the poison with him?" Painting thirteen eyebrows tightened, staring intently at Gonggong Wei's eyes.

"Yo, what do you mean? Don't believe in our family who pours out their hearts and lungs for you? Dislike! Grandpa Wei glanced at Thirteen with disgust, and everyone had goosebumps on the ground. Gonggong Wei pointed to something that was wrapped in the heart of the fellow Imperial Doctor, and explained to Hua Thirteen, "This is it. The poison came out of Zhou Rong's teapot, and when our family first arrived, this teapot was in Zhou Rong's hand, oh no, it was on the side of a broken wrist. ”

Painting 13 looked at the teapot a few times, the tea leaves were already messy and scattered, and the interlayer on the base was also exposed, and there were still scattered silver water poison dragon crumbs inside, and the whole teapot was old but still very clean...... Clean?

A flash of doubt flashed in Hua Thirteen's eyes, and he took a closer look at Zhou Rong's corpse again, the flesh and blood at the broken wrist of the lost hand were blurred, and it had turned black and purple from poisoning. Gonggong Wei couldn't tolerate any more delay in painting thirteen, so he sent someone back to the palace with Zhou Rong's body and teapot to report to the emperor, and also took away the county lord Qiu who was overly grieved and fainted.

Hua Thirteen frowned, and walked into Zhou Rong's cell full of suspicion, pacing east and west, looking up and down. The air was filled with the smell of decay and despair, Yin Chenglian couldn't help but hide his face and cover his nose, so as not to be provoked to vomit by these disgusting smells, he looked at the painting thirteen in puzzlement: "The corpses have been taken away, there is nothing inside, what are you still doing there?" ”

Hua Thirteen didn't say anything, just silently looked for clues around the place where Zhou Rong fell when he died. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he squatted down, picked up the straw spread on the ground with his hand, and saw a huge blood word written under the straw below:

Wide.

Yin Chenglian and the others also immediately surrounded them, and they couldn't help but be shocked when they saw this blood word that had not yet dried up.

"This, this, this, this should not be written by Zhou Rong, right? How did it make it look like a ghost? Yin Chenglian was taken aback and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"Thirteen, did you notice something wrong?" Jingmo looked at Hua Thirteen's contemplative look on his face, and Wen Yan asked.

Painting 13's eyes swirled rapidly in deep thought, and suddenly, his eyes froze, he stood up suddenly, whispered "Oh no", and hurriedly pulled out his legs and rushed out worriedly.

Yin Chenglian, Jingmo and the others were taken aback by Hua Thirteen's reaction, and they also hurriedly chased after them. After walking out of the prison, they saw that Hua Thirteen was anxiously tracing in the direction of Gonggong Wei's group, and they didn't know what they were after stopping them.

After Yin Chenglian arrived, he asked suspiciously, "Bai, what's wrong?" Why are you running so fast? ”

Hua Thirteen glanced at Yin Chenglian with a fixed gaze, and then continued to stare at Father-in-law Wei, and said in a rather tough tone: "Father-in-law, I just want to see a place to check Zhou Rong's body." ”

Gonggong Wei couldn't help but let out an ambiguous smile: "Oh? Where do you want to see him? We really think that you are not interested in men! It turned out to be like this? ”

Yin Chenglian pursed his lips, frowned bitterly and glanced at the yin and yang weird father-in-law Wei, and then looked at the thirteenth painting: "What else can Zhou Rong's corpse have?" In my opinion, out of sight is pure, let's go, let's go. ”

Hua Thirteen gritted his teeth, there was no smile on his face, his expression was solemn and mysterious, he stared at Zhou Rong's corpse and said to Gonggong Wei word by word: "I want to see his legs." ”

The smile on Grandpa Wei's face suddenly froze, his eyes flickered and quickly glanced at Yin Chenglian and the expressions of the people around him, and he pulled over the painting thirteen and whispered, "What do you mean by this?" What do you want to find on his legs? Well? ”

The gaze of the painting thirteen like a torch fell faintly on the left leg of Father-in-law Wei, where the words he had read more than once were engraved. Hua Thirteen whispered with a little coercion: "If my father-in-law doesn't want that sentence to be widely known, please allow me to verify Zhou Rong's body." ”

Father-in-law Wei was stunned at first, looking at the resoluteness of Hua Thirteen's face, and Yin Chenglian, who was standing behind Hua Thirteen, who was gaining momentum, Father-in-law Wei had to take half a step back, swallowed his throat helplessly, and watched Hua Thirteen's actions on the side.

Painting Thirteen slowly rolled up Zhou Rong's trouser leg in everyone's stunned gaze, Jingmo didn't look away, but Yin Chenglian's surprised and puzzled eyes opened wider and wider, and Painting Thirteen's heart became tighter and tighter, but Grandpa Wei's expression was as graceful as ever.

"How can you be ...... like this" After carefully examining Zhou Rong's legs, Hua Thirteen couldn't help but muttered to himself.

Yin Chenglian also leaned over to take a closer look, and couldn't help frowning: "Zhou Rong's leg has neither wounds nor bruises, and there are no traces." Shiro, what the hell are you looking for? ”

Father-in-law Wei smiled casually on the side: "Let our family think about it, what is this called?" Dogs are nosy with rats! Brother, it's not you, you're done, what more can you ask for? ”

Yin Chenglian couldn't understand what it meant, and looked at Hua Thirteen with a frown on his brows in confusion: "What the hell is going on?" ”

Painting Thirteen's deep and complex gaze met the ethereal smiling eyes of Grandpa Wei, and he watched Grandpa Wei take Zhou Rong's corpse and gradually walk away refreshed and light-footed.

"Perhaps, I was wrong." Hua Thirteen lowered his eyebrows and said, glanced at Yin Chenglian and Jingmo and the others with some stupidity, and said quietly, "Go back." ”

Several people walked on the road in no apparent terms. Yin Chenglian couldn't hide the words in his stomach, and kept asking: "Bai, what did the blood word left by Zhou Rong make you think of?" Why do you have to inspect Zhou Rong's body? Why did Grandpa Wei stop you in the first place? ”

Hua Thirteen gasped, looked at Yin Chenglian's eyes and said, "I suspect that Zhou Rong did not commit suicide. ”

"What?" Everyone shouted out in surprise, and Yin Chenglian was dumbfounded, "How, how is it possible?" The poison is his own! Also, who would have nothing to do to murder a dying man who is locked up in a prison? ”

"If a man who has done many evils is sent to prison, the one who suffers from it will breathe a sigh of relief. However, there is a kind of person who will be extremely nervous and extremely afraid. "Painting thirteen eyes, the color gradually darkened, and the depth is unknown.

"Who?" Yin Chenglian was confused.

Jingmo's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he suddenly said: "People who are not in harmony with each other often fly separately when disaster comes. Once Zhou Rong is imprisoned, the only person who is most jealous and eager to do it may only be the people who are in the same stream with him. ”

Painting Thirteen looked at Jingmo and nodded, Yin Chenglian said incredulously: "Huh? How is that possible? Where can there be accomplices for no reason? ”

"I was in prison, and I took a closer look at the tea cone. If Zhou Rong had carried the teapot with him since he entered the hall, he wanted to open the base of the teapot and poison himself smoothly after losing his hands, and it would be impossible for the teapot to be stained without a trace of blood. Hua Thirteen took a deep breath and paused, "How can the words 'suicide in fear of sin' be related to Zhou Rong?" He had risen from the lowest, and his love and covet for all that he had had had reached the point of pathological madness. Even if he lives with a dirty and groveling attitude, he will not hesitate, not to mention, there is still some time before the trial, between early death and late death, he will never choose the former. ”

When the people heard this, they were silent for a long time. Jingmo listened to the meticulous analysis of Zhou Rong by Painting Thirteen, but a strange feeling floated in his heart, Painting Thirteen's understanding of Zhou Rong seemed to have surpassed anyone else, but this understanding of Painting Thirteen really didn't arouse a trace of emotion?

"But," Yin Chenglian still felt unacceptable, and frowned, "Who would be so deliberate on Zhou Rong?" And why? ”

Painting 13 clearly appeared in his mind the huge blood word - the word "wide" of "widely accepting cold people and responding to the shortage of heaven".

"I don't know." Painting 13 raised his eyes to look at the lonely and empty road ahead, and said quietly, "Perhaps, I won't go to Yingshan, the mountain has come quietly uninvited." ”

As soon as the words fell, suddenly, there was a sudden shock between the heavens and the earth, and with a "bang" sound, a sound of heaven and earth cracking, like a thunderbolt, broke through the sky, stinging people's ears and deafening, and for a time all the birds and beasts ran in panic, and the shouting and howling voices shook the sky.