March 21, the first year of Shengong, sunny.

The fog of Wutong Street dissipated, and the sneaky seemed to be afraid of this Xihe car, hiding in the darkness and disappearing.

The woman vanished.

Several Wuhou flatly denied it, and they saw the signal all the way and didn't see anyone.

Tang Yun jumped onto the roof, followed the place where the woman had climbed last night, and stepped towards the wall. Bypassing this courtyard, there is a small courtyard with an inverted seat room backed by the left wing and opposite the wall, and a tree blocking the view from the wall.

Tang Yun stepped on the tree and jumped down from here. The place where it landed was an alley on Wutong Street, there were very few people here, Tang Yun noticed that there was also a corner door here, perhaps considering the reason why there were few people here, it was not locked, and it could be easily pushed open.

Tang Yun's brows suddenly furrowed, and it took less than a stick of incense from going up to jumping off the roof.

Where the hell did she go?

Tang Yun suddenly remembered the scene he encountered yesterday like a ghost hitting a wall, outside the courtyard was still a courtyard, and the house under the fog seemed to be a prison from which he couldn't escape, which was maddening.

Could it be that yesterday, the woman was hit by a ghost again?

Tang Yun simulated the scene encountered by the woman over and over again, and the woman at that time should be helpless and crazy. Outside, there was a fog outside, there was the roar of youkai all around, anything deadly floated around, and the nerves of the person were always in a state of tension.

When a person is in a closed place on all sides, no one is aware of her presence, and her cries are not answered. No matter how strong a person is, he will go crazy.

……

"On the roster, everybody has a record."

In the yamen of Sixing Temple, a small official took Tang Yun into a main hall, where there was a painting wall, which was decorated with many waist cards, and each waist card was engraved with a name.

There was a table under the wall, and several scribes looked intently, and a stack of files drowned their figures. With each ring, a scroll is removed from the table and replaced with a new one. A few catchers walked back and forth from the main hall, and although they were busy, everything was in order.

"The case of murder and body throwing in the east of the city, the number 37 is solved!"

Soon a small official came over, took the file back, and put it into a large urn numbered Xuan, some of which had been filled, and then another group of small officials would take the large urn and store it in the case vault.

"Wait, sir." The clerk walked into a room behind the painting.

After about a stick of incense, the little official came out and said to Tang Yun: "There are a total of one hundred and twenty-nine female catchers in Sixing Temple, and most of them have arrived today, and there is only one person who has not returned yet. ”

"Who?"

"The head of the Torture Hall, Sun Lingxiu!" The little official handed a picture scroll to Tang Yun.

A heroic woman was drawn on the picture scroll, and Tang Yun recognized it at a glance, this was the woman he saw yesterday. Next to the scroll, there is also a small seal font of Juanxiu, which reads the words "eldest grandson Lingxiu".

"Why didn't she come?" Tang Yun asked.

The little official scratched his head: "It's strange to say, the eldest grandson Lingxiu has always been able to order it in time." Even if there is something important, the yamen will be notified in advance. Yesterday was Xiu Mu, and the eldest grandson Lingxiu was resting at home, and he didn't know what was going on. ”

Last night was Xiu Mu, but why did she appear in the Yang family's old house?

In other words, the eldest grandson Lingxiu went to the Yang family's old house on the days when he was supposed to rest.

Is it for the investigation of the case, or for a private matter?

Tang Yun asked, "Do you know where her mansion is?" ”

……

Shendu, Sishunfang.

It is close to Nanshi, and the streets are full of hustle and bustle during the day. Merchants and tourists from all over the world gather here, and the streets are bustling with traffic.

Tang Yun rode his horse away from Hanguang Gate, all the way through the crowd on the street, and headed towards the Changsun Mansion.

There were a lot of people on the street today, and Tang Yun walked directly through the crowd slowly, but he was so anxious that he rode away on his horse. This caused a burst of chaos on the street, and Wu Hou, who was armed with a stick, hurried over scolding, only to find that the horse was driven by a person wearing a unicorn brocade armor, and hurriedly guarded his arrogance and made way for Tang Yun.

Traveling on a hundred horses is a matter of the Son of Heaven, and being trampled to death by a horse is also a vain death.

Turning into the noisy street, the voice was much calmer. Merchants who want to go to Nanshi need to walk through the cross street in the middle of the square. Except for the street merchants, few people go to the residential areas in the southwest.

Tang Yun stopped in front of a mansion on horseback, which was very imposing, but it was out of place with many of the surrounding mansions.

Most of the people who can live here are the homes of the eunuchs, and next to this mansion is a Jinwu General's Mansion, and the long halberd standing in front of the door exudes a murderous aura. There were a few armored guards standing at the gate, glaring at them as angrily as the Qilin of the town's house.

It seems that there are guests from the mansion of the great general of Jinwu, and there is a sedan chair parked in front of the house, and the housekeeper goes out to greet him, and the laughter is endless.

In comparison, this Changsun Mansion is much more lonely. A few large characters on the plaque are covered with ashes, and there are some pine branches scattered behind the door plaque, and when you get closer, you can see a bird's nest that can be seen in rudimentary form.

Tang Yun knocked on the door, it was very quiet inside, and there was no response.

Tang Yun's heart became more and more anxious, he had a premonition that something was wrong, the eldest grandson Lingxiu did not appear for a moment, and his heart was not at peace.

The wall of the eldest grandson's house is very high, but this is only for the front, there is also a low wall on the side, here is in an alley, there are very few people, basically no one passes here.

Tang Yun jumped onto the wall on the other side, jumped into the courtyard with the help of elastic force, rolled on the ground a few times, and his body was like a dexterous tanuki, lying on the edge of the house, and quietly walked along the edge.

What he was going to enter was an attic, set in an elaborate garden. The garden is large, but apparently it hasn't been repaired for a long time, and it's overgrown with grass.

"Who are you?" A crisp sound sounded behind Tang Yun.

Tang Yun was shocked, and quickly turned around, only to find a maid standing behind Tang Yun, this maid was wearing a light blue jacket, her hair was tucked into two buns, and her pretty face was very delicate, but her eyes were full of vigilance when she looked at Tang Yun.

"I'm not a thief!" Tang Yun saw that the maid wanted to call someone, so he hurriedly stopped it.

"In broad daylight, trespassing on private houses! My young lady is the head catcher of Si Xing Temple, if she catches you, she will definitely let you sit in prison! The maid obviously didn't believe it, and her slightly trembling shoulders had betrayed her.

Tang Yun looked around, such a big movement, there was no reaction from the house.

"Has your young lady come back today? I'm from the government! Tang Yun handed the maid a token.

"Hundred Cavalry Pro-Army? Why don't you knock...... By the way, I was sleeping just now, so I shouldn't have heard it. ”

The maid carefully examined the token, and then looked at the unicorn brocade armor on Tang Yun's body. She didn't recognize what Baiqi was, but she still recognized the Yulinwei logo on the back. So he finally relaxed his vigilance and said, "Miss went out last night and didn't come back for a day." ”

"What are you doing with our young lady?"

"I'm a friend of your young lady." Tang Yun glanced at the maid and decided not to tell her the news of the disappearance of the eldest grandson Lingxiu.

This is a bit strange, a man rushed to the girl's house, saying that he was a friend of the other party.

"Hehe, I knew that Miss was interested in someone, but I didn't expect it to be you." The maid obviously misunderstood Tang Yun and said with a smile.

Tang Yun always had a smile on his face and did not tell the truth.

"What do you ladies usually do?" Tang Yun asked.

The maid's face suddenly changed a little, and she sighed and said: "The master was originally appointed as Si Xing Siqing, who would have thought that there would be unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and all the thieves in God would be harmed. Si Xingsi searched for clues, but never found his whereabouts. ”

"Actually, Miss is very tired like this, after all, which woman would be willing to do that arrest. Mademoiselle had dissuaded all the slaves, and I was the only one who remained with her. The maid said, taking Tang Yun to a boudoir.

"Childe, Miss should not come back until evening. The house is simple, you wait here first, and the slave maid will make you a cup of tea. The maid pursed her lips and smiled.

Tang Yun nodded, and looked around, this is a standard three-entry courtyard. It's just that many of the houses you can see with your eyes are foggy, and it's clear that no one has lived in them for a long time.

Taking advantage of the maid's efforts to pour water, Tang Yun pushed open a door and walked in.

A faint scent of orchids lingered in the nose, and the furnishings in the room were very simple, a bed, neatly stacked.

On a wooden platform, there is a set of spirit cards, which reads "Father Sun Zhongyong's Spirit Seat", and the incense and candles are scattered in front of the spirit cards, but there are a lot, obviously worshipping from time to time.

Tang Yun's gaze suddenly fell on the books scattered on the table, one of the booklets was covered, but the vermilion handwriting was shocking.

"In February of the first year of the Book of Heaven, Sixing Temple investigated the people of Jingxingfang Fengdu and arrested thirty-four people, all of whom died in prison, and there were no clues."

"In May of the first year of the Book of Heaven, thousands of weapons and armor were stolen from the arsenal, and the case was investigated by the starry night of Sixing Temple, and two hundred and twenty-one people were arrested, but there were no clues!"

……

Every case is related to her father, the eldest grandson Zhongyong.

Each stroke on it is painted with red ink dots, which is shocking.

The last sentence has no clues, with despair, and at the last glance, the ink splashes.

"At the beginning of the first year of Shengong, he died on Wutong Street, Chongrangfang."

She is investigating why her father died.

Tang Yun suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his head, and he found that he had walked into a misunderstanding. This misunderstanding undoubtedly led to a fatal mistake.

If the eldest grandson Lingxiu was really caught by the demon, it must have something to do with the monster he met yesterday! And this monster is transformed from the butcher's body!

Why did the butcher go to the Yang family's old house, and why was he able to summon the monster?

Butcher!

Butcher!

He's the key!

Squeak!

The door was pushed open, and the maid walked in from the outside, still holding tea, and when she saw Tang Yun getting up to leave, she asked, "Childe, do you want to leave?" ”

"I'll drink your tea when I'm free!" Tang Yun got up and ran out the door.