Coming out of the palace, Jiang Yichen went to the barracks again. Ji Ying stayed at home for nearly a month, and she was so bored that she simply called Shangduan Mu Lingfeng to go to Lord Zhao Jin's mansion to investigate the case.

It's been almost four months since Lord Zhao died. The sons of the Zhao family were filial, and they were afraid that Mrs. Zhao would see things and think of people, so they moved their family back to their ancestral home last month and vacated the house.

The person who opened the door to Ji Ying was an old man in his seventies, with a thin figure, hunched back, and loose and rough skin like tree bark on his face and hands. He was very surprised when he saw Ji Ying in an official uniform. Ji Ying saw that it was an old man, and hurriedly gave a salute.

The old man asked, "The official is here to investigate the case?" ”

"Yes."

The old man took Ji Ying's hand and said, "Okay, okay, no one has been here for a long time." You must be the master of my family, my master died a miserable death! ”

Ji Ying hugged the old man and said, "Don't worry." I'm going to catch the real culprit! ”

"You're going to commit murder?" The old man showed a suspicious look, "Aren't you an official?" Why did you commit the murder? ”

Ji Ying knew that the old man had heard it wrong, and shouted loudly: "I said that I would find out the real murderer!" ”

"Am I really fierce? I've always been very kind, old man. ”

Ji Ying and Duanmu were very helpless, it turned out that this old man was very hard of hearing.

Duanmu leaned into the old man's ear and shouted, "Can you take us to your master's room?" ”

"You haven't eaten yet? Well...... The old man will do it for you! ”

Ji Ying and Duanmu were completely defeated.

At this time, a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old ran over. He saluted Ji Ying first, and said with a smile: "You are an adult of the Criminal Department, right?" My surname is Zhao, you can call me Ah Fu, I am responsible for taking care of this house. This is my grandfather, the original housekeeper of the Zhao Mansion. Grandpa is old, and his ears are not good, so forgive me. ”

Ji Ying saw that Ah Fu was a clever young man, so he said, "I'm bothering the little brother." I am the official in charge of investigating this case in the Criminal Department, and I want to go to the room where Lord Zhao had an accident. ”

"Come with me." Ah Fu instructed, and he turned to his grandfather and said loudly, "Grandpa, you can rest, and I will take the two adults over." ”

The old man finally "listened" and understood, and walked away with a shaky step.

Ah Fu took Ji Ying and them to the bedroom where Lord Zhao used to be, that is, the room where the accident happened.

Zhao Jin's bedroom was indeed equipped with a big knife, just like the appearance of the Qinglong Yanyue knife described in the play. On both sides of the sword, a tall porcelain vase is placed, the porcelain vase on the left is tattooed with the pattern of "passing five levels and cutting six generals", and the porcelain vase on the right is tattooed with the pattern of "going to the meeting with a single knife". Ji Ying pushed, and the two porcelain vases were heavy.

Ah Fu said that the cases in front of them had been changed recently, because the old one had been cut down when their master had an accident.

Ji Ying asked, "Is your master's martial arts very good?" ”

"Not to mention, my grandfather is old, he has often been sick in recent years, and he hasn't touched any knives or swords for a long time, and his beloved sword is only touched when he misses his colleagues and friends."

"How did you find your master's body? Have you heard any strange sounds before? ”

"The first person to hear movement in the master's room was my eldest young master. The old man is not in good health, so the eldest young master lives next door to take care of him. The eldest young master said that the old man had something to do that night and came back a little late. The eldest prince was going to sleep, but when he heard a loud crash in the room, followed by a slight conversation, he shouted a few words outside the door, and the old man scolded: 'It's all right! Retire! 'The eldest young master didn't know what to do, and the second young master came over. Then the sound was gone, and the figure could be faintly seen shaking. After a while, everyone heard the sound of weapons hitting the ground. The eldest young master was even more worried, pushed the door in, and the old man knelt on the ground, with several injuries on his body, and was also slashed in the heart by the Qinglong Yanyue knife, and he had already lost his breath. ”

The house had been reorganized, and there was no trace to follow, so Ji Ying had to ask again: "Who has checked it for so long?" ”

Ah Fu said: "Several adults from Dali Temple, Lord Shen and Lord Zou from the Criminal Department have all come, and they haven't said anything after a few checks. ”

"Didn't you notice anything out of the ordinary?"

"Strange? Well...... Some. Ah Fu gestured as he spoke, "As early as when the adults of Dali Temple came to investigate, they found that after my lord was killed, blood flowed all over the ground, on the shelf, under several cases, and under the seat, and the lord's beloved porcelain bottle was also sprayed with blood, but the wall behind the treasure knife was very clean, and there was no trace." The adults of Dali Temple said that it may be because of the injustice of the adult's death, and God used this as a manifestation. Later, Lord Zou said the same. ”

Duanmu said angrily: "What is revealed, it's all nonsense!" When did Dali Temple and the Criminal Department use 'God' to judge the case? ”

Ji Ying asked Duanmu and Ah Fu to work together to push open the desk for the treasure knife, revealing the wall, and knocked on the wall, which was very thick, and no special sound could be heard.

Duanmu asked, "Ah Ying, what are you knocking on the wall for?" ”

Ji Ying continued to push a few times, to no avail, and replied: "Didn't you say that the blood didn't spray on the wall, I suspect that there is something strange about this wall." ”

Duanmu knocked twice and asked, "What can be strange about a wall?" I think it's normal. ”

"Maybe I'm too careful."

Ji Ying carefully rummaged around, and when she lifted the cushion behind a few cases, she found two strange scratches. She called Duanmu over and asked him to identify what caused the scratch. Duanmu touched it with his hand and said, "This scratch is like an arc that has been intercepted, it is relatively regular, it should not be artificial, as for what caused it, it is difficult to say." ”

After surveying for a long time, I didn't get much gain, so I had to come out of the bedroom. Just when Ji Ying was about to say goodbye, he saw the old man hiding behind the old tree in the distance, and if he didn't look carefully, he thought that he and the old tree had become one.

Touching Ji Ying's gaze, the old man didn't say anything, but walked towards the depths of the house. Ji Ying couldn't guess the meaning conveyed in the old man's cloudy eyes, turned around and found that Duanmu had already walked out of the gate of the Zhao Mansion, and hurriedly followed.

Walking slowly on the street, Ji Ying secretly thought that it was the same as Lord An's case, when Lord Zhao was fighting with the killer, no one was allowed to interfere, and it seemed that he intended to hide the identity of the killer. Neither case was an obvious item missing. What does this mean? Ji Ying suddenly remembered Rong Shen's words: Lord Meng wanted to present a very important thing to His Majesty the night before he was killed, but unfortunately he was robbed halfway, and Lord Meng was shot by the assassin when he was about to return to the results of the investigation. What Lord Meng wants to present is the key to that case, and in the same way, in these cases, is the killer also looking for something unknown?

No one seemed to be able to answer her doubts, like a little candlelight in the darkness, which could illuminate the way forward, but unfortunately the light was faint and distant, and it was out of reach.

Ji Ying looked down and thought about it, and Leng Buding suffered a big burst on his forehead. Ji Ying covered her head and was about to get angry, but she met the nomadic wild's smiling face.

"Why are you playing my brain? It hurts to know it! Ji Ying roared.

Nomad Ye shook the hem of his fiery red clothes and said with a smile: "At a young age, with a black face and frowning, it is ugly to die." Ji Ying, what are you doing with something difficult again? ”

Ji Ying snorted, shook off the nomadic field and strode forward.

Nomad Muye was like a little bee picking pollen, following Ji Ying's side closely, stalking: "Don't be in a hurry to go, tell me, I promise to give you a good solution!" ”

Ji Ying finally stopped and said viciously: "We just came back from Lord Zhao's mansion, and we found nothing. Master You, please show me a clear way, what should I do? ”

Nomad Ye lifted the hair that was draped over his shoulders, put on a very statusy look, and said, "You've found the right person." Since Lord Ji has not been able to find the answer in the living, why don't you let Ben Gongzi ask the dead for you? ”

"Ask the dead? You...... Do you want to do an autopsy again? ”

Nomad Muye hurriedly covered Ji Ying's mouth and whispered: "Lord Zhao is a highly respected senior, and there are many of his protégés and old friends in the court, if they know that we are going to dig his grave, not to mention whether your official can still do it, it will be difficult to save even his life." When the time comes, you will definitely be charged with offending the virtuous minister. ”

"But......" Ji Ying broke free from the "claws" of the nomadic field, "Lord Zhao has been dead for so long, and the corpse is rotting, how can you check?" ”

The nomadic wild replied inscrutablely: "The mountain people have their own tricks!" ”

In the afternoon of the same day, Ji Ying, who had been tired for a long time, hid in the house and slept heartily, and when she woke up, Miao Judge told her that Jiang Yichen had been here for a long time and was in the living room. Ji Ying hurriedly pulled her shoes to greet her.

"Woke up?" Jiang Yichen, who was carrying a halo on his back, held the teacup and smiled.

Ji Ying was a little embarrassed and asked, "You are so busy every day, why don't you call me?" ”

"What do you tell you to do, I'm fine right now anyway. I was just thinking, if only it was winter, it was snowing outside, and Lord Ji took a nap, stretched his waist, and sang 'Who will sleep first?' I know it all my life. The grass hall sleeps enough in spring, and the day outside the window is late. 'Wouldn't it be the case?' ”

Ji Ying sat beside Jiang Yichen, picked up the teacup to moisten his throat, and said: "I'm not a wise man like Zhuge Kongming, a lazy person like me, after a sleep, I will only recite two sentences of 'Spring sleepy, autumn and summer, nap in summer, winter and March that can't wake up', and then continue to sleep." ”

Jiang Yichen laughed twice. Then he asked, "I heard Brother Duanmu say, did you go to the Zhao Mansion today?" ”

"Yes. But...... Ay! ”

"Since there is nothing to gain, it is better to listen to the advice of the nomadic herd, find a night, and quietly go to the cemetery to examine the body, maybe there will be some unexpected surprises."

"But it's not good that we're sneaking around like this."

Jiang Yichen sneered and said, "You won't be cowardly, make excuses, right?" ”

It is true that Ji Ying is making excuses, but she doesn't want to be exposed by Jiang Yichen, so she has the courage to say, "Who made excuses?" Just go, I'm not afraid! ”