"The bitter lord Sun, Fu Lu, ancestral home in Caozhou Mansion, Shandong, moved to Hangzhou with his father as a child, lived in No. 2 C, Tuanfan Hutong, Wulin Fang, northwest of Hangzhou City, and died at the beginning of June 15 in the tenth year of Yongle in Renchen, at the age of Chinese New Year's Eve.

He is seven feet one inch tall, with a fat body, and a black fetal mark in the middle of his right buttocks. The body was lying in the main hall of the living room, and the brain and marrow were empty, and there were fine holes in Baihui. There are bruises on all limbs, and there are slight scars on the ends of the palms and fingers. A blunt blow to the chest broke three ribs on the right side of the chest.

There is white dust on the body surface, faint fragrance, undetermined. ”

"The bitter wife, Sun Yang, ancestral home in Taizhou Mansion, Zhejiang Province, Hongwu twenty-five years, married to Sun Fulu, died in Renchen Yongle ten years of June 15 ugly time at the beginning of the ugly time, Chinese New Year's Eve six.

He is six feet three inches tall and has a plump body. On the inside of the right arm, plum blossom fetal print. The corpse lay on Sun's side, his brain and marrow were empty, and he died in the same state as Sun, with four broken ribs in his left chest and three broken ribs in his right chest. The fragrance is the same. ”

"Bitter master, Sun Qixiang, twelve years old, four feet four inches tall. No tire marks. The brain and marrow are empty, the flesh and blood are dried up and died, and the rest is the same as his parents. ”

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The handwriting on the file was scribbled, and there were one or two typos from time to time, Tie Lingshuang twisted his eyebrows and flipped it for a long time, and finally finished reading it, a little dizzy, shook his head, and closed the file.

looked at Liu Yishui, who was drinking and his eyes were foggy, stood up and put the file on the table beside him.

"The dossier is here, and I'm leaving. ”

After that, regardless of Liu Yishui, who began to mumble in his mouth, he got up and walked out.

The black horse was bored and walked slowly around the big locust tree, occasionally bowing his head to chew a small grass under the tree, and when he saw Tie Lingshuang coming out of the house, he screamed happily and came up.

Stretched out his hand and grabbed the mane of the black horse, scratched it for him by the way, took the reins, and walked out of the yard with a man and a horse facing the sky like a crescent moon.

Lying on the bed of the post house, Tie Lingshuang closed his eyes, listened to the roar of frogs coming from the pond, and flashed in his mind the row of bitter masters, the small dark hole above the heavenly spirit, and the trace of strange fragrance, shook his head, turned over and hugged the soft quilt, and fell asleep.

The midsummer nights are really short enough, and after a busy day, as soon as I lie down and open my eyes, it is already dark.

I drank ten bowls of mellow and sweet small ground soy milk, and I also ate ten full cages of authentic and delicious crab roe and shrimp xiaolongbao. Tie Lingshuang let out a sigh of relief, was full of energy, took out a piece of broken silver and put it on the table, ignored the stunned breakfast shop owner, carried the iron gun, scared off the onlookers with a cold face, and walked straight into the alley.

Turn out of the two alleys, in a good mood, raise your eyes and look at the edge of the sky in the east, the red sun, it seems to be quite far away, the city of Hangzhou in the early morning has not dispersed a trace of coolness in the middle of the night, the street is full of people, bustling, and finally has some lively scene.

The fragrance in the air became stronger, and watching the merchants with rouge gouache in the crowd hurriedly pass by, he raised his eyebrows, lifted the iron gun, hung it on his waist, and hit the iron hammer behind him twice, clanging loudly.

Walked to a small stall, reached out and picked up a basin-sized lotus pod, worried, raised his hand and threw a silver melon seed to the lady who sold the fruit, the lady was full of joy, and took back the soul that had just been frightened by the iron gun, and was about to wrap up this basket of freshly picked lotus pods.

He shook his head at the eldest lady, reached out and pulled out a lotus seed, peeled off the lotus clothes, looked at the fat white and tender lotus seeds, bent the corners of his mouth, and didn't care about the lotus heart, stuffed the whole thing into his mouth, and slowly tasted it.

Tender and crisp, with a refreshing sweet fragrance, a hint of bitterness lingers on the heel of the tongue, and the sweetness of the tip of the tongue is even worse. Sideways glanced at the simple lady who stared at her with a smile on her face,

"Auntie, why is the taste of rouge gouache so strong today?"

The lady who sells lotus pods knows that today's fortune is at the head, and she met a distinguished guest, and she hurriedly returned.

"The girl should be from other places, I don't know our old Hangzhou, every year in early July, it is the Rouge Festival. ”

Seeing Tie Lingshuang nodding slightly, the eldest lady continued,

"The merchants who sell rouge gouache from all over the country came to us half a month ago, and today they all gathered at the Wulin Fang, the fragrance makes people dizzy, you look at the half of the city, we can still smell it." ”

Tie Lingshuang lowered her head and peeled lotus seeds, her mind turned, this rouge gouache merchant came to Hangzhou City one after another half a month ago, and it happened that three families in Hangzhou City were killed one after another in the past half a month, is it a coincidence? Is it a coincidence? Is the murderer hidden in the middle?

swallowed a lotus seed, just going to the scene of the murder today, the family of Sun Fulu who was killed on June 15 is in Wulinfang, so let's go there first.

thanked the eldest lady, glanced at the corner of the street, shook his head, and followed the merchants on the street who carried the burden of rouge gouache in twos and threes, holding the lotus pod, eating and walking, playing the same, very comfortable.

Apricot blossoms and smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, although there is a great drought nowadays, but for thousands of years, the green mountains and green waters, drizzle and breeze, have created a woman in the south of the Yangtze River like the moon and frost, and the eyebrows are picturesque.

No homicide can stop the heart of beauty, the warblers on the street of Wulinfang are singing, the flowers are compact, the hairpins are shaking, facing the rising sun, sparkling and shining, confusing people's hearts.

Those who are dignified and graceful should be the daughters of official families. Followed by a group of plum orchids and bamboo chrysanthemums, walking like cranes, smelling mellow smells, seeing mild colors, chin without traces, their own small plum blossoms and small orchids went up, personally selected, made a bag, handed a silver ticket to the vendor who nodded his head, respectfully returned behind the crane, bowed his head and followed.

The small jasper, smiling and smiling, in groups of three or five. Fair-skinned and soft, he gently picked up a touch of rouge like licking ink with a pen, gently wiped it on Ruxue Hao's wrist, flashed his beautiful eyes in the rising sun, turned his head to whisper to his close friends in the boudoir, and two red glows floated by, as if talking about childhood sweethearts.

Wearing a light gauze, stingy and bandeau, gestures, with its own fragrance, seven points like jade, three points like flowers, a trace of heat, just like red dust. The fireworks woman is much more cheerful, her eyes are on the dazzle, her forehead is a little yellow, she skillfully puts powder on her cheeks, and her three-inch fragrant tongue licks her lips from time to time.

There is another one with red eyes in the distance, Qi Chen suffered a lot of anger yesterday, he didn't sleep well all night, he got up early and filled his stomach in a daze, and he wanted to go to the post house to find Tie Lingshuang to see what he wanted.

As soon as the thought came to mind, he raised his hand and slapped himself, and he was spineless. Hangcheng people's own affairs, solve them by themselves, you are a fierce woman, meddling in your affairs, see that Grandpa Qi solved the case first, and slapped you hard.

I didn't want to walk for a while, but I bumped into Tie Lingshuang from a distance like a hungry ghost, pouted in disgust, turned around and was about to walk away, his eyebrows turned, he was interested, and he followed all the way from afar.

Hiding and hiding followed to the martial arts workshop, Qi Chen thought that Tie Lingshuang had come to check the crime scene, but she didn't expect that after eating the lotus seeds, she threw the lotus canopy aside, pulled out the iron gun from her waist, and swaggered into the crowd like an inspection.

The tigress arrived, what flowers and plants, parrots and cranes, all hid from afar, looked at Tie Lingshuang's stall and took a deep breath, shook her head, and then turned to the next stall, and then inhaled and shook her head.

Qi Chen frowned and stared with wide eyes, looking straight at her to the end of the street, her eyes were sour, she blinked, and when she opened it again, the tigress was gone.

Unable to hide it, Qi Chen pushed aside the fragrant wind, helped the weak willow, and in the whispered curse of Wu Yue softly in his ears, he came to the end of the street, stretched his neck, stared at the reddened tiger eyes, looked forward and backward, looked left and right, gritted his teeth, and swept sideways into the alley on the right.

Seeing that the alley in front of him was forked, his toes connected the dots, swept over, and he glanced sideways to the left to see that there was no one there, and he was about to turn his head, when he suddenly felt a strong wind behind him, and the sound of breaking wind seemed to have a copper rod and iron whip thrown straight over.

The back was cold, the heart was on fire, and in broad daylight, he actually attacked and caught the head, which was bold and angry. The golden light flashed under his eyes, and he didn't dodge, turned around and raised his hand, and the tiger's claws were bent, about to grab the weapon that attacked him.

A slightly delicate fist, wheat-colored skin, faintly blue, from top to bottom, with a whining wind, smashed straight down. Regardless of being stunned, Qi Chen turned his claws into palms, bent his knees and held them up, his dantian breath turned sharply, and the overlord carried the tripod and went straight up.

The fists and palms met, and a huge force came, like the tide of the Qiantang River, surging and violent, Qi Chen's palm was in severe pain, his waist trembled, and he almost bent down, the bluestone under his feet was shattered, and the smoke and dust floated up.

The internal qi gushed out, and he was about to endure the pain and turn his palm into a claw, grabbing the fist, so that he could also taste the power of the Buddha King Kong Tiger Claw, and he didn't want the fist to be retracted instantly, and when he stretched it out again, it was already a hideous eagle grasping, and the strong wind was pressing, facing his ears, sweeping over, it seemed that he was going to scratch his ears and tear his face.

The eagle that slapped the face came, Qi Chen's nose wrinkled angrily, turned to the side of the man, his left hand was like a big knife, raised high, and slashed at the eagle's claws. The right hand drilled out from the waist, like a spiritual snake, and went straight to the door of the person's face, taking into account both offense and defense, and he must stand tall.

I saw that the man's toes were lightly tapped, and he moved a step lightly on the right side, dodging the fist in front of him, and the eagle grasp momentum in his right hand did not decrease and collided with Qi Chen's knife-like palm, "bang", and another violent force came, Qi Chen's palm edge was numb, his wrist creaked, he couldn't bear the strength, he bowed down to unload his strength, took a step back under his feet, and raised his head to speak.

The strong wind came closely, and he couldn't speak, Qi Chen saw that the eagle grabbed and turned his palm and pushed it horizontally, and came straight to his nose, treating himself as dough, and wanted to knead it. Qi Chen closed his mouth and gritted his teeth, the internal strength of the qi sea was no longer retained, and he poured out with all his strength, and greeted him, unable to spit out his stomach with a sullen stomach, and was very irritable.

One palm, one person, hit the fire, and there is no need for moves, all of them are scattered, dismantled and touched, and the smoke and dust are rolling. Seeing that Qi Chen couldn't bear the surging strength, as soon as Bu came into contact, he staggered back, and was gradually forced to the wall, no longer reserved, an oolong swing his tail, forcing the palm to retreat.

The moment he turned around, his hands reached to his waist, "Qiang", a clear chirp, two cold lights flashed, and the owner of the palm flashed back three feet, raising his eyes.

Qi Chen bent his knees slightly, bowed down and clenched the double swords, the left short sword was long and the right was long, the left hand short sword was as black as ink, pointing obliquely to the ground, the blue and white long sword in his right hand was horizontal in front of his chest, the golden light flashed in his eyes, and his anger was surging, and he was about to pounce on him.

Raising the corners of his mouth, Tie Lingshuang's left hand changed the short gun to his right hand, the tip of the gun flickered, looking at Qi Chen, who was about to pounce on the tiger in front of him, the phoenix's eyes were frosty, and he said coldly,

"Tracking Jinyiwei, Qi catches the head, so bold. ”