The smoke and dust slowly drifted away, Qi Chen's posture on the other side did not change, and his anger was still blocked in his chest, hearing Tie Lingshuang put Jinyiwei on his lips again, he sneered, pulled the corners of his mouth, his eyes swept Tie Lingshuang with contempt, his left wrist shook, the black sword was held back, and the blue and white long sword in his right hand pointed directly at Tie Lingshuang's eyebrows, and raised his eyebrows at her, as if inviting battle.

The phoenix's eyes narrowed slightly, Tie Lingshuang's shoulders shook, the short gun in his hand carried it lightly and skillfully on his shoulder, looking at Qi Chen, who was staring at him tightly, a faint voice came,

"The head catcher in Hangzhou City did not investigate the case, but followed me all the way. No wonder for most of the month, I haven't found a clue, and the chickens and dogs are thieves, so they are naturally embarrassed. ”

was angry with himself, but he didn't expect to hear that he had first become a shameless villain, the same as a chicken and a dog, and then inexplicably became an accomplice to the murder, his face was stiff, slightly embarrassed, and the double swords in his hands hung down. Straighten up, take a deep breath, and laugh with your mouth pulled,

"Lord Jinyiwei is also very powerful, dozens of steamed buns are in the stomach, by the way, I drank hundreds of bowls of soy milk, and I also grabbed an umbrella-sized lotus canopy as a snack, and I walked around the rouge alley for a long time, did you come down to play by order?"

Squinting his eyes and staring at Qi Chen, who seemed to be a green-skinned scoundrel on the street, the pointed short gun trembled slightly, pulled down the corners of his mouth, and a chill gradually crept up his cheeks. Qi Chen also put away his smile, and the cold light of the sword blade in his hand flickered.

The two confronted each other quietly, their energy was churning, and they were about to explode, and the acquaintance who was climbing on the top of the tree in the distance seemed to be bored of seeing it, and shouted unwilling to be lonely, and sang a war song.

With a cold snort, he was frightened and shut up, Tie Lingshuang turned his head and left, and a faint voice came,

"Come with me again, and I'll try your Gongsun Sword Dance. ”

Frowning as he watched Tie Lingshuang disappear into the alley, he breathed a sigh of relief and put his sword into the sheath. grinning and rubbing the outside of his arm, secretly sympathetic, damn, the arm must be purple, this woman can't be a monster, she didn't use her internal force, her bones are like iron, and her strength is terrifying, no wonder it's a rice bucket.

Empty-handed put on the sword that was forced by one hand, and a gesture was seen to be inherited, and it was also difficult to get over the face, Qi Chen turned around and scolded and walked out of the alley, and walked towards the mansion.

No. 2 C, Tuanfan Hutong, went around in the small alley for a long time, and Tie Lingshuang stood in front of the door. The commotion of the Rouge Festival on the street was faintly audible, and he turned his head to look at the deserted surroundings, and the doors of every house were closed, and he reached out to open the seal and pushed open the hidden door.

The courtyard of Sanjin is very exquisite, the bitter master Sun Fulu cloth business is doing well, the family is very wealthy, raising his eyes and sweeping the outer courtyard, a few dead yellow leaves are scattered on the ground, and a few pots of dry flowers and plants in the corner of the wall are not staying, and he directly enters the inner courtyard.

Standing in the middle of the inner courtyard, the square door is open, the east and west wings are closed, raise your eyes to look at the wall, not far from the building is high, the slender shadow seems to be dressed coolly leaning on the railing, presumably it is the nearby brothel of the green building.

After looking at the surrounding environment for a while, pondering the description on the file, Tie Lingshuang didn't care about the east and west wings, and walked towards the main room.

When I entered the door, it was very wide, and when I looked up, there was a picture of Fu Lu hanging on the wall of the main hall. Squinting closely, I saw that the mottled dead vines in the painting were crawling with gourd vines, full of greenery. Two large, one small and three golden gourds, round and smooth, chubby, jagged hanging, very cute. A few gourd lace, two butterflies danced, chasing and frolicking, jubilant. Under the gourd shelf, two or three magpies looked down for small insects in the sparse green grass on the ground.

The pen is round, the color is lively, the artistic conception is distinct, looking at this Fulu full of a faint layer of dust, as if covered with a layer of black veil, and there is a huge spider web in the upper right corner. I want to come to the door wide open, no one cleans it, and there is a sense of decay and coolness in plain whiteness, but it's a pity.

Glanced at the left, a sandalwood flower stand, and a peony was placed on the upper floor, which was very delicately cut, like Chang'e running to the moon, holding a peony flower. Tie Lingshuang bowed slightly, the peony variety should be very good, although the flowering period has passed early, the flowers are dry and yellow, and there are faint bursts of fragrance. The leaves are still stubbornly blue, but there are a few yellow spots on them, and it seems that they will not be long in life.

Beyond the flower stand, there are two small paintings hanging on the left wall, depicting a deer and a mandarin duck, and a soft couch is horizontally below, also covered with a faint layer of dust.

Looking down at the ground in front of him, two door plugs were scattered, the color was jet black, the ebony material, the most hard. Turning to the right, his eyes slightly open, a mess.

A large disc table, a candle in the middle of the table, scattered with several account books, and a delicate and small copper abacus turned over and lay on the table.

Through the dust, seeing several scratches on the edge of the table, Tie Lingshuang's brows furrowed slightly, and he walked over and stretched out his hand to flick the table, the sound was clear and transparent, and the high-grade pear blossom wood table was as hard as iron.

Thinking of the scars and torn nails between Sun Fulu's fingers, he nodded, and even scratched the marks on this pear blossom wooden table, which must have been painful and struggling violently. Rounding to the side of the table, two pear blossom wooden benches shattered to the ground.

Three dry wooden sticks, tied with a red rope at one end, lay across the ground, and it seemed that they were placed by the officials, which should be where the body of the bitter master was.

Two slightly longer wooden sticks lay under the table, stepped forward, the vague fragrance wafted out again, frowned, looked at the wooden sticks that were a little shorter three steps away, and the head was facing inward, where there was also a soft couch, with his feet facing Sun Fulu and his wife, and the surroundings were also slightly messy.

Holding the iron gun, Tie Lingshuang closed his eyes and deduced.

Late at night, Sun Fulu and his wife checked the account books in the store in the main hall, the murderer pushed the door strongly, the door plug broke, Sun Fulu and his wife got up and looked up, and were about to open their mouths to question, the murderer rushed forward, and each of them was hammered in the chest, and the two fell to the ground, their chests were bloody, they couldn't speak, and they struggled hoarsely.

The child was playing or sleeping softly, and in fright, he stood up and wanted to run out or save his parents, but he was also hit to the ground by the murderer in the chest.

The man picked up Sun Fulu from behind, twisted him with his hands and feet, broke his sternum, and the qi and blood gushed up his head, and then, then.

Iron Gun paused, opened his eyes, glanced at the place where the crime occurred, turned and went out the door, came to the wall, and looked up and down carefully.

There are traces of loosening on a wall tile next to the east wall of the ear room, a few soybean-sized pieces of debris under the root of the wall, Tie Lingshuang frowned slightly, this manpower is extraordinary, how can there be such an obvious omission.

Out of the gate, outside the detour wall, I saw two obvious traces of friction on the soles of the east wall, and the footprints on the soles of the feet were faintly visible.

Looking at the size of the soles of the feet, this person will not be very tall, and his skills are only strong at present, and he will definitely not be able to do light kung fu. A short, brute force man covered in scent?

Unable to find a clearer clue, Tie Lingshuang shook his head, looked up at the opposite side, the wall of the house next door seemed to be a little taller, pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, and turned around and walked out of the alley.

Facing the scorching afternoon sun, I came to the second family, this family is a wealthy businessman in Hangzhou, and it is also a family of three, a husband and wife plus a ten-year-old son, in the northeast of Hangzhou, about three miles away from Sun Fulu's family, a little far.

The killer climbed over the west wall and killed a family of three in the east wing. The furnishings at home are more delicate and delicate, Tie Ling Shuangzai took a closer look, and did not find any obvious differences with Sun Qixiang's house.

When he went out, he smelled the fragrance of flowers, raised his eyebrows, pushed open the door of the main hall, raised his eyes and saw a peony flower on the tea table, a bright light flashed in the phoenix's eyes, and he stepped forward.

This peony is much shorter, the main trunk is curved and drooping, and it is pruned ingeniously, like a beauty looking in the mirror near the water. A dry flower sticks to the edge of the pot, reflecting the cyan stone paved in the pot, like a Shih Tzu yarn.

Closing the door and coming out, Tie Lingshuang went straight to the scene of the third murder in the southwest of Hangzhou, and when he arrived in the courtyard, it was already sunset. The courtyard was full of the aroma of wine, followed by a hint of floral fragrance mixed with the aroma of wine to the ear room, and sure enough, it was the ear room next to the landlord, that is, where the crime occurred, and a peony was placed on the desk.

Glancing at the messy little study, Tie Lingshuang reached out to hold the peony lying on her side like a drunken concubine, stretched out her hand in the air, turned her mind, and withdrew her hand again.

Turning around in the ear room, this family of four, two sons, and a couple in the wine business fell horizontally at the door of the ear room, Tie Lingshuang Feng's eyes flashed with cold light, no longer wandering, and walked out of the door.

With a note in his heart, he walked quickly through the courtyard, and when he went out sideways, he saw the well in the corner of the courtyard wall on the west side, and looked at the well covered with dry moss from a distance, and there was a mottled trace, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

I stepped forward and took a clear look, the moss spreading at the mouth of the well, there was no rain for several days, and the one on it had dried up and turned yellow, and a two-inch-long dent was horizontal in the middle, which seemed to be the traces that appeared after being squeezed and hit by something fiercely.

I looked at the bucket leaning to the side, and the traces didn't match. Stretched out his head and looked at the well, the shadow of the wall blocked the sunlight, the black hole inside, more than two meters deep, a stagnant water like a mirror, and a Taoist figure inside stretched out his head, staring at himself silently.

He tugged at the hemp rope on the side of the well, looked up and looked around, turned to the well, and jumped in.

About half a stick of incense, the hemp rope was tense for a while, and a figure jumped out of the well with cold water droplets, and one turned over and stood by the well.

Soaked through, curved, slender and firm thighs, slender waist, although the chest is not magnificent, but it is also undulating, dripping long hair sticks to the face, hanging down to the waist, adding charm.

took a long breath, the corners of his mouth were upturned, his phoenix eyes were slightly raised, even if the scars on his face were hideous, he was quite sassy and heroic.

The sun had already set, the sky was getting dark, Tie Lingshuang looked at the palm of his hand, a mirror-like thing, the size of a bowl, snorted lightly, and strode out regardless of being soaked.

In the middle of summer, after going around the alley twice, the well water on his body had dried up, Tie Lingshuang carried an iron gun, looked at a noodle restaurant in the distance and boiled, the corners of his mouth curled, and walked over.

The authentic Katagawa of the old Hangzhou City, the noodles are gluten, the side dishes are delicious, and the soup is fragrant. Tie Lingshuang broke in viciously, frightened everyone around to check out and run out, and the shopkeeper's originally bitter face was smashed by a piece of silver, and turned into a gentle Maitreya Buddha.

"Ten bowls of noodles. ”

"Okay. ”

While eating noodles in a daze, the other hand looked at the thing on the table. Cold, heavy, heavy, like a round and solid square, bronze gossip.

In the middle of a Taiji yin and yang fish, the octagonal seal carved Qiankun Xun Zhenkan Ligendui, turned over to see, the green dragon and white tiger Vermilion Bird Xuanwu occupy the four corners.

On the side of the white tiger's mouth, there was a scorched black mark, an inch long, as if it was burning in a fire. Turning it over, there are also slightly longer four scorched black. Tie Lingshuang sneered, took a sip of noodle soup, pushed the empty bowl out, pulled the bowl next to him, and ate it again.