At about twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Lan left Xuanhua City Mansion and went to find these three shops according to the drawings given by Lu Botong.

Blue Moon Pavilion was closest to his current position, he motioned for the coachman to stop, then jumped out of the car himself, waved his hand at the man who was driving, and said, "Come here, you go back first." ”

The man nodded, whipped his horse, and soon disappeared without a trace.

When Chu Lan came to Blue Moon Pavilion, the boss was a thin middle-aged man with a sallow face, but his wife was very "plump", and her calves were as thick as her husband's waist.

Chu Lan tugged at the corners of her mouth, thinking, "This is a typical yin and yang decline."

The boss saw a young man who was swordsman, and said lazily, "What, little brother, buy cloth?"

Chu Lan said lightly, "Don't buy it"

"And what are you doing here?"

Chu Lan took out the cyan wooden plaque that An Zeyang gave him before leaving, which was a symbol of his identity, and said that the people in the city would definitely cooperate with him when they saw this sign.

The boss wiped his eyes, took a closer look at the object, and his legs suddenly trembled.

Then he knelt directly on the ground, "The villain doesn't know Mount Tai, and I ask the adult to forgive me."

Chu Lan snorted coldly in her heart, and muttered to herself, "This attitude has changed too quickly, but on the other hand, it can also be seen that this An Zeyang is not a pro-people mansion master."

Chu Lan raised her hand and motioned for him to get up, and at this time, the proprietress saw a handsome son-in-law, and his identity was not bad.

twisted her "plump" waist, leaned over her body, and said to Chu Lan, "Oh, this boy, let's not give this nest of wasted knowledge, if you are angry, I will come to extinguish the fire for you at night."

"Roll"

Chu Lan only had one word, and the plump lady who was scared trembled, his husband couldn't do it, and now he saw the young man with an extraordinary temperament coming with a sword on his back, and he wanted to step forward and hook up. I didn't expect this teenager to be so ignorant.

She and her husband didn't dare to make another mistake, and stood aside with their heads bowed.

Chu Lan took out the embroidered shoes and asked in a deep voice, "Do you have the silk thread used on this peony for sale here?"

The boss saw that the other party was not in trouble, so he reined in his mind and took a closer look at the embroidered shoes.

He frowned and said, "This is a silk thread from other places, but ah, we have been out of stock here half a month ago, and not only us, the ruddy hair that used to sell this was also out of stock a long time ago, and now only Fu Ruixiang may still have this material." ”

Chu Lan's heart sank, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong, didn't An Zeyang say that he had sent someone to check at that time? In that case, it should have been said that only Fu Ruixiang had this kind of material, not that he had searched for a long time without clues.

But since An Zeyang showed himself all the design drawings of Neiku, he shouldn't lie to himself, so since it was either him who lied, or someone said that he lied and deceived him.

He asked again, "Really?"

"The official asked, how dare we lie to you, I don't believe you go and see, the ruddy hair is not far from here, and they don't have any goods there. ”

Chu Lan casually dropped a silver ingot, picked up the embroidered shoe and ran out, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

It was noon, there were a lot of people on the street, and Chu Lan couldn't raise his speed when he rushed left and right, so he simply jumped to the roof of the building and started the work of flying the eaves and walking on the wall.

Many pedestrians stopped to look at the man with his back sword running on the eaves after his body suddenly rose on the flat ground.

Fortunately, there are often some chivalrous guests here, and they have seen a lot of skills in flying eaves and walking on walls, otherwise it is estimated that Chu Lan's actions can also be regarded as deeds discussed at the dinner table.

After walking for about half an hour, Chu Lan jumped off the eaves and turned three more corners in succession, only then did he see the three big characters of Fu Ruixiang.

It's just that the store that was supposed to be open for business now turned out to be closed.

There were many women at the door discussing, staring at the closed door, apparently all wanting to buy cloth.

"What's going on today, Fu Ruixiang doesn't make money or what, why don't you open the door, I still want to cut off some fabric to make a cheongsam!"

"That's right, although this old guy is lazy, but every time he opens the door on time at ten o'clock at most, it's a little faster now, why don't you open the door yet, and sleep to death."

Chu Lan secretly screamed, glanced around, and found that when no one was paying attention, he walked to Fu Ruixiang's backyard and jumped up to the wall.

Seeing that there was not the slightest sound in the courtyard, he jumped off the fence and walked towards the inner room.

As soon as he stepped in with one foot, Chu Lan felt that he had kicked something, and when he looked down, this was an old man lying here, and he thought it should be the boss of this Fu Ruixiang.

Chu Lan didn't know if he was dead or alive, so she nudged him, and the old man's body flipped softly.

Chu Lan jumped up in fright, thinking to herself, "I'm here to scare the baby to death, you said you would die, why are you so mad?"

No wonder he was afraid, now this old man's face, all seven orifices were bleeding, originally facing inside, but after being turned over by Chu Lan, the blood piled up in front of him flowed out along the ground.

The old man's two eyes protruded, his nose, ears, and eyes were full of blood, but it was obviously not the appearance of having just died, and the blood on his face had dried up, as if he had seen something terrible before he died, and his face was very hideous.

Chu Lan gave himself the courage to be taken aback by the sudden scene just now, but now he calmed down, ripped open the collar of the old man, searched for a long time, and found that his fatal wound was on the neck.

There were two holes the size of pinholes, surrounded by bruises.

This should have been bitten by a poisonous snake, but he was still not sure when the old man died.

Finding a leaf, gently covering the face of this corpse, and then Chu Lan walked into his bedroom, there are three rooms in this courtyard, and the main entrance is open for business on weekdays.

The other room is the kitchen, and the one that Chu Lan walked in now must be the bedroom of the boss of Fu Ruixiang.

He went to the inner room and saw a writing desk at the head of the bed, and the whole table was dripping with wax, like a child's prank.

Chu Lan bent down to pick up a piece of candle that had fallen to the ground and had burned to the bottom.

I thought, is this old man mentally ill? Or is he mischievously spilling wax everywhere?

Definitely not.

There is only one possibility that Wei Yi can explain this phenomenon, the old man of Fu Ruixiang was bitten by a poisonous snake, and he hallucinated in front of his eyes, and it was he who held the candle and swayed it indiscriminately, which would appear on the entire table full of wax and oil.

In the middle of the desktop, there was a square area with much less wax droplets, and Chu Lan casually picked up a notebook and put it in that blank space, and it was unexpectedly tight.

That is, there was once a book here, after the old man was killed, and it was taken away.

And this book is mostly an account book that records clues and clues.

Chu Lan searched in this room for a long time, but he didn't find any useful clues, and the only account book that could be used as a clue was really gone.

He suddenly remembered that there had been a rain yesterday, and the old man's death should have been last night.

If it was exactly that time when the snake was released to kill him, there would have been mud footprints on the ground.

Chu Lan walked to the main house, rummaged through the fabric silk threads, and found that not only was there no silk thread used in the peony in his hand, but even all the red silk threads had been taken away.

When I came to the kitchen, there was no clue at all, but the window that should have been closed was open.

Walking over and taking a look, the windowsill was even cleaner and traceless, Chu Lan collapsed, this person was too cautious in committing crimes, not only cut off his own clues, but also left no traces at all.

Chu Lan really had no choice but to walk out, and after flying out of the wall, he returned to the tavern with a gloomy face.

Told the shopkeeper who had returned to the restaurant, Yang Husheng, and Chu Lan clearly saw the look of surprise in the other party's eyes.

Yang Husheng subconsciously asked, "Is it a red-clothed thief?"

"Absolutely not"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Because there were no embroidered shoes left on the spot, and the boss was not pricked in the eye with a needle, but was bitten to death by a poisonous snake. ”

"Snakes?"

Although Yang Husheng is a businessman, he often hears about many things in the rivers and lakes, and listens to Chu Lan's story, but he still can't help but feel a little afraid, this murderer is too cautious. Maybe I'll kill you in the next second, and you don't know how to die yet.

Chu Lan saw his appearance and continued, "Now that the only clues are all broken, I'm afraid I can't do anything about this matter!"

Yang Husheng was anxious, "Don't, Brother Chu, you may still be able to see some eyebrows in this matter, but all the guards in Xuanhua Mansion may not be as good as the head catcher."

Chu Lan shook her head and didn't say anything.

His mood was really irritable, he thought there were a lot of clues, but when he went to catch it, it seemed that except for this line, everything else was so vague, and it was the only clue, and now it was broken again.

He raised his head and drank three bowls of wine, and the wind blew in outside the window, and he drank cup after cup, and in a blink of an eye, he had already drunk three large jars.

He thought that investigating the case should be a fun thing, but he didn't expect it to be so tormenting, maybe others who could think of it also thought of it.

In a daze, he crawled on the table and fell asleep.

Then one scattered picture after another appeared in his mind.

"The red-clothed thief robbed the dart on the street, embroidered 16 blind people"

"Originally, he had peerless martial arts, but when he saw Fan Wenxing, he ran away by himself"

"And on the same night, the man in red disappeared, not only entered the heavily guarded inner treasury, but also blinded Fan Wenxing's eyes, and along with the man in red, there were also gold, silver and jewelry worth hundreds of thousands of taels of gold."

"Someone deceived An Zeyang and didn't find anything in the account books"

"But Fu Ruixiang, the only one with this kind of silk thread, attracted the disaster of killing"

"The dripping wax oil everywhere, the red threads and account books that have disappeared, the old man who bleeds from the seven orifices"

"The troika galloped past in Xuanhua Mansion, and then another carriage appeared, what were those carriages loaded on? and where were they transported?"

He didn't know how long he slept, but the wind blew in outside the window, and Chu Lan shivered excitedly.

Yang Husheng happened to be in a hurry, and hurriedly broke into Chu Lan's room, Chu Lan didn't know if his expression was true before, but it was definitely true at this moment.

He said in panic, "Huan'er is gone."