Brother Lian followed behind Ye Chengshan to carefully observe the bloodstains, there were drops of blood on the ground, the edges were jagged, and there were many small dots on the edges, which should have been carried by the deceased on the door panel and dripped to the ground on the way to the hospital.

Ye Yanshan said: "The wounds of the deceased were many and deep, and the blood dripped all the way, so the person died before he reached the hospital. ”

The three of them followed the bloodstains to the door of the Hongxing Building, and the bloodstains were spread out on the ground in large areas. It is also mixed with messy footprints and handprints. The bloody and hideous scene seemed to be able to see Zhang Mao in the Hongxing Building last night, his chest and back were slashed several times, he panicked, struggled all the way, bled all the way, ran all the way, rushed out of the Hongxing Building not far away and fell to the ground unconscious.

Brother Lian grabbed Guan Tongsheng, "How many people are there in these bloody footprints?"

Guan Tong sighed, lowered his head and observed carefully. Guan Xueshen's micro-observation is stronger than that of Lian Di, and every subtle difference in each footprint can't escape his eyes.

After his identification, the footprints in the place where Hongxinglou went out were messy, and when the deceased fell to the ground, there were only Zhang Mao's footprints in the bloodstains. After that, the footprints of two or three more people joined, and it should be the people who came to help the Prime Minister's Office.

Lian Di said: "The murderer is very smart, he did not step on the blood. The footprints at the entrance of the building were messy, and it was likely that the guests in the building stepped on when they ran out. Let's go to the Hongxing Building and ask about the incident. ”

Hongxinglou's mother, Xinggu, was the first group of sisters to become famous in Ruyun Lane, and unlike other sisters, she never thought of being a concubine. I saved all the money I earned, and when I was still in my 30s, I opened this red apricot building.

Now more than 10 years have passed, and the sisters who married back then were bullied to death in the backyard of the deep house, and the illness has long since lost her human form, only she lives freely and freely, and the scenery is still the same.

Xinggu has seen countless characters in her life, a woman like her who has seen the world is both exquisite and strong-hearted, and there is a murder in someone else's store, it is estimated that she is already crying with sorrow, but Xinggu's thinking will not be so superficial.

Her naturally sharp business cell has already made up this murder into a scene, which is enough for people to chew on for months after tea and dinner, and by the way, help Hongxing Lou advertise.

It's been a whole day, the girls have been grounded in the room and not allowed to come out, she waited in the lobby with a girl's book, and when she saw Guan Tongsheng and the three of them coming in, she immediately greeted her, "Aunt Xing has seen a few adults, but the adults are here to investigate last night's murder?"

Guan Tongsheng said: "Mom understands people, but you saw last night's murder with your own eyes?"

"Back to my lord, the old slave really saw it, except for the first knife, I didn't see it, and I saw all the back. ”

"Oh, tell me. ”

"Adults, please come with me. ”

Xing Gu took the three of them to a private room on the second floor, and the yacha guarding outside the door pushed open the door, only to see that the room was in a mess, and there was a string of blood splashes on the ground.

"Last night at about the end of the year, the old slave was in the lobby to the Ministry of Works' family Jin Gongzi arranged for the girl to talk to him, I heard a scream in this room, listen to the sound to know that it is Uncle Mao, the old slave's ears listen to the sound of people, can not be wrong, sure enough, the next moment, the door of this house opened, Uncle Mao behind a bloody mouth rushed out of the house, followed by a black scarf masked strong man, holding a short sword in his hand, in this corridor to his back so wave, another bloody mouth. As she spoke, she gestured and stroked, her voice was subdued and frustrated, and her voice was full of emotion, and she listened to it as if she was on the scene.

"Uncle Mao rolled down the stairs with a roll, oh yo, the adults didn't see it, it's scary, a girl with blood on her back, scared the old slave screaming again and again, these girls are all raised from the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, pampered, and the old slave has worked them......"

"Zhang Mao rolled down from the stairs, and then, what did the murderer do?" Lian interrupted her bifurcation description.

"Oh, murderer, ah, that strong man is amazing," Xing Gu turned around and pointed to the railing of the corridor, "He held it up, and jumped down with a swish, a few adults looked, such a tall building, he was still in front of Uncle Mao to the downstairs, Uncle Mao was about to run out of the door, he waved his hand, and slashed a sword on his chest." ”

A few people came down from upstairs, followed Aunt Xing's description, and walked to the gate.

Uncle Mao was rolling on the ground and screaming, and the little guy who was waiting outside his door heard the sound and ran in, grabbed a stick and beckoned to the strong man, the strong man turned his head and punched the little guy on the nose, and the little guy didn't get up on the ground. Uncle Mao took the opportunity to escape out of the door, screaming for people to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to call someone. ”

"The Prime Minister's Mansion is in the north of the city, far away from here, how did you come to call people in a hurry?" Guan Tongsheng asked.

"My lord doesn't know, not far from here, there is a courtyard in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Xinggu stretched out her hand and pointed to the west.

"What about the murderer next?" asked Brother Lian.

The strong man chased after him and slashed Uncle Mao on the back, Uncle Mao escaped a few steps and couldn't run on the ground, so the man walked over and bent down and slashed him on the neck, and the blood splashed out, tsk, the old slave is 50 years old, and he has never seen so much blood. Aunt Xing patted her chest, and her face covered with thick powder showed a frightened expression.