After Yun Sheng returned to the yamen, he saw that Zhang Tong had already begun to stitch up Zhou Xuanming's skin that had been cut into pieces, and she leaned against the door frame, a little stunned.

Zhang Tong turned around: "What's wrong?" ”

Yun Sheng shook his head and remained silent.

"Hiss......" Zhang Tong gasped, stopped what he was doing, looked at Yun Sheng for a while, and then continued: "Why do you look like you have been abandoned by our adults?" ”

As soon as he heard this, Yun Sheng immediately came back to his senses, snorted coldly, raised his legs and walked into the autopsy room, picked up the needle and thread from the table on the side, and helped them start to stitch up Zhou Xuanming's cut skin.

"What nonsense?" Yun Sheng muttered.

"Eh, didn't you say you were going to visit Mr. Zhou's neighbors? Did you ask something? Zhang Tong smiled and asked casually.

When Yun Sheng heard this, he slapped his head violently, startling Zhang Tong and almost pricking his finger with a needle.

"What's the surprise?"

"I forgot, you can continue to sew, I'll visit." As she spoke, she threw the half-sewn human skin in her hand to Zhang Tong, but she ran away as fast as she could, and Zhang Tong shook her hand angrily, this time it was really a needle pricking her finger.

There was an embarrassment in Baishitang just now, Yun Sheng was a little absent-minded, he had long forgotten that there was a visit, if it wasn't for Zhang Tong's reminder, she might not have remembered it until now, she blamed Zhang Jiusheng, and she had to slap her a few times to be happy. Yun Sheng complained secretly, while kicking the innocent pebbles on the side of the road with his feet, and unconsciously arrived at the street where Zhou Xuanming lived.

It is said to be a street, but in fact it is just a small alley, because most of the residents here are surnamed Liu, so the people of Fan County also call this alley Liujia Lane.

Most of the people in Liujia Alley are elderly, or scholars who like to be quiet, so even if it has passed the Midyear Festival, this alley is still quiet as if no one lives there, Yunsheng walked slowly, and occasionally only heard a few finches chirping, even in this hot summer, it seems that he has not passed through this alley, or has only been here for a while, and feels that he should not disturb the quiet, so he left quickly.

However, according to Zhou Xuanming's character, she can also imagine living in such a quiet alley, but Yun Sheng really didn't expect that a person like Zhou Xuanming would like the girl in the red bean platform, it's unbelievable.

Zhou Xuanming is dead, and I don't know what happened to that girl?

Thinking of this, Yun Sheng's pair of willow eyebrows slowly tightened.

Qingci Academy is at the end of this alley, so it is also the quietest place in the entire north of the city, and there is almost no other reason to liven up this place except for going to and from school.

After a little inquiry about the two masters who were sitting at the mouth of the alley playing chess, Yun Sheng knew where Zhou Xuanming lived, looking at their appearance, it seemed that he was quite surprised that someone came to find Zhou Xuanming, and even from their looks, Yun Sheng found that the people in this alley didn't know that Zhou Xuanming had an accident, and some only thought that Zhou Xuanming had gone out and didn't return.

"What is the relationship between the two of you and Mr. Zhou?" Yun Sheng asked, squatting down on the edge of the chessboard.

One of the white-bearded uncles pinched the chess pieces in his hand, stroked his long beard, thought for a while, and said: "Mr. Zhou is not good at socializing, even if he meets us on the road, he just glances at each other, and he doesn't even say hello." ”

"How long has Mr. Zhou lived here? Have any relatives and friends come to him recently? ”

"I didn't pay attention to this, you also know that we are in this alley, there are few people walking around on weekdays, and the weather is good today, I just came out to play chess with Lao Liu for a while, where can I see anyone?"

Yun Sheng pursed his lips.

"Mr. Zhou has lived in the past few decades, he has no wife and no children, his house has always been quiet, and he hasn't heard any movement in the past few days, you are still the first young man to come to him."

"Alas, even if Mr. Zhou has taught so many students, and they have all gone to work everywhere, I haven't seen him come to see him during the New Year's holidays, it's really desolate." The other uncle shook his head and sighed a little.

Yun Sheng smiled and thanked the two masters, and Yun Sheng walked to a low-key room with two white lanterns hanging on the door, which seemed to be hung to cater to the customs of the Midyear Festival, and it had not yet waited for its owner to take them down. Yun Sheng stretched out his hand and pushed the door, and found that there was no lock, and with a little force, the door opened, and he heard a "squeak", which was very terrifying.

The yard is very clean, only a few sycamore leaves that have been accidentally blown off by the wind are lying sporadically, and the potted plants placed on both sides of the flower bed are well raised, the branches and leaves are lush, and the petals are delicate and dripping, and it can be seen that their owners are very dedicated to them, and they are extremely delicate people.

This room is neither big nor small, Yun Sheng stood in the middle of the courtyard, looked around, and basically saw the appearance of the entire house, a master bedroom, two guest rooms, two lower rooms, a study, a kitchen, a dining room, a living room, plus an extremely hidden toilet and a firewood room, although the sparrows are small, the five organs are very complete.

Yun Sheng thought, when she washes away the grievances for the Prime Minister's Mansion, when she is old, one or two people, she will also find such a secluded place, build a small house, and every day is to tease cats and dogs, water flowers and plants, bask in the sun and blow the wind, be quiet, and live her whole life.

"Maybe Mr. Zhou thinks the same way." Yun Sheng muttered, "It's a pity. ”

Searching room by room, Yun Sheng found that the furnishings in the room were very simple, the mattress was very clean, and there was a faint fragrance in the air, and I didn't know what the smell was, and the smell was extremely clear and pleasant. In the study, the four treasures of the study are readily available, all of which are of the best materials.

"Fan County can't produce such a good Zihao pen." Yun Sheng picked up a purple pen on the pen stand and muttered.

To say that Zhou Xuanming's students didn't come to see him, it may be true, but to say that those students forgot their teacher's kindness and only cared about their own bright future, it seems that they can't believe it, and the things in this study are the best proof.

Putting down the purple pen, Yun Sheng wandered around the study a few times, she found that many of the books on the bookshelf were the works of several people who lived in seclusion in the world, and there were fewer and fewer on the market in recent years, but I didn't expect to see it in Zhou Xuanming's study, among which there was also a "Record of Inspection", this author had already passed away, and he was the most famous coroner in Dali Temple in the previous dynasty.

Other coroners usually follow the body to help turn the body over when they perform the autopsy, which also avoids many viruses that may be contracted by touching the body. It is precisely because of this that this coroner is truly admirable, and when he performs an autopsy, he is never accompanied by a puppet, but carries a tool to conduct an inquest himself.

However, it is a pity that when the coroner died, he was alone and had no descendants, and even the "Examination Record" written by him himself was lost, and his set of autopsy methods was also lost.

When she followed classmate Zhang's autopsy, she listened to him chant several times, and it was a pity that she followed him for a long time.

Zhou Xuanming will not come back, and no one will look at the collection here, Yun Sheng held the "Inspection Record", folded his hands, half-tilted his head, and said something in his mouth: "Mr. Zhou, I will definitely help you find your murderer, but can you lend me these books in your collection?" I promise to take good care of them, every Qingming Festival in the Midyear Festival, I will burn a lot of ingots for you, so that you can be a rich man below, no, rich ghosts, and then copy the Tibetan Sutra for you a hundred times, I wish you a good birth in the next life, Amitabha, thank you! You are the biggest and biggest good person in the world! ”

Yun Sheng held the "Inspection Record", and intuitively felt that he was lucky today, and Mr. Zhou must have known her past and was helping her in the dark.

When he left Zhou Xuanming's house, he had just stepped out of the threshold of the gate, and Yun Sheng saw that the two chess masters at the corner of the street were no longer there, replaced by an uncle selling fruits, and the people standing in front of the stall were very familiar.

"Big ...... My lord? ”

Hearing the voice, Zhang Jiusheng raised his head, held an apple in his hand, and raised it at her.

Yun Sheng put the "Inspection Record" into his sleeve, walked over, and heard Zhang Jiusheng say before he could speak: "Do you eat apples?" ”

"What are you here for?"

"Looking for you." Zhang Jiusheng replied that it was a matter of course.

Yun Sheng rolled his eyes and pulled Zhang Jiusheng aside: "Have you gone to ask Guan Chu what clues you found?" Did you go and ask Zhang Tong what he had done? Do you know where Mr. Zhou had been, who he had met, and what he had done before the accident? ”

A series of questions were thrown over with a face, making Zhang Jiusheng look confused, but Zhang Jiusheng only stayed for a while, and immediately grinned, and slapped Yun Sheng's thin shoulder: "Isn't there you, my master?" ”

"I'm just a master, I can take care of a bunch of trivial things in the yamen, and now I'm still busy learning autopsy, where is there so much time to ask one by one? Can't you make it easier for me, my lord? ”

"I can't." Zhang Jiusheng once again replied as he should: "At the beginning, you asked me to give you a position in the yamen, and you said that you can do anything, what's the matter?" Now that you worship the master, you want to pick a child? I'm telling you, no, I'll check this case for you, and I won't investigate it anyway. ”

"I didn't say I wouldn't check." Yun Sheng muttered.

Zhang Jiusheng raised his eyebrows, walked back to the fruit stall, pointed to the gate of Zhou Xuanming's house, and asked, "Uncle, excuse me, do you know that family?" ”

The uncle followed and looked over, only glanced at it, and then nodded again and again.

"Do you know who he had a conflict with? Like a quarrel, a fight, or something? Zhang Jiusheng asked with a pleasant face, he didn't look like a bad person, not to mention that he bought a lot of fruit from him, so the uncle was happy to be a passerby.

"A few days ago, I was selling fruit here, and I saw a beggar passing by Mr. Zhou's door, and accidentally bumped into Mr. Zhou, who had just left the house. Probably because of the soiling of his clothes, Mr. Zhou lost his temper and scared the beggar so much that he ran away, and Mr. Zhou scolded him for a long time. ”

Zhang Jiusheng and Yun Sheng glanced at each other, and then asked, "Isn't Mr. Zhou not talking much?" ”

"Yes, I haven't seen Mr. Zhou get so angry before, I guess there was something important that day, right?" As soon as the uncle opened the chatterbox, he didn't need Zhang Jiusheng to ask, he said everything he saw and said: "But Mr. Zhou, it's good, but the eyes that look at people always make people feel uncomfortable, as if they are superior." ”