Wang Kuang's heart was clear, but he didn't look at it immediately, and still stood with his hands in his hands.

Ah Jin also walked to the door, squatted down and looked at the blood stains on the ground, as if he was judging something, the two of them looked calm and calm, and they couldn't see a clue.

After a short time, Ah Fu's autopsy was completed, and he turned out of the bed tent, and hung the curtain high, revealing three well-dressed female corpses on the bed.

"The murderer is a woman."

She said, pursed her lips.

Her voice was like a piece of brushed bamboo, with spikes in her ears, which sounded very uncomfortable.

She must have known it herself, and her words were extremely simple, and she could say one less word if she could say one less word.

Wang Kuang had heard Gude relay the words of the previous man, and when he saw that Ah Fu had overturned the former's statement, he asked, "But did you find the footprints?"

Ah Fu shook his head, walked to the old woman's body, flipped her over with one hand, pulled down the back collar, revealing a blue-black palm print on her back shoulder, rubbed the edge of the palm print twice with his thumb wearing a leather case, and then raised it up again for Wang Kuang to see.

Wang Kuang found that the tip of the finger cuff was already black, and the color of the palm print on the old woman's shoulder seemed to be lighter.

"It was dyed." He said.

The experience of the murderer is sophisticated in enlarging the fist prints with special paint, creating the illusion that the killer is a man, while being careful not to leave footprints in the house.

Somehow, when thinking about this, Wang Kuang's eyes suddenly crossed a trace of discoloration.

He stared at Ah Fu on the side of the couch, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, Ah Fu seemed to have been waiting for his eyes for a long time, and as soon as he looked at it, he nodded at him imperceptibly.

At this moment, a guard happened to walk outside the window, and the two of them immediately looked away at the same time.

When the guard looked into the room, Ah Fu pointed to the female corpse next to the old woman in front of the guard, and said with a pity:

"Always on horseback."

This time, she didn't open the clothes of the woman's corpse, but only gestured to the position of the woman's inner thigh, and said, "Balm."

singled out this woman, but did not say anything else, which shows that this is unique to this woman, but the other two corpses do not.

Wang Kuang's face did not move, but the hand behind his back clenched suddenly.

In this world, women who can often ride horses and moisten their saddle-worn skin with balm are often either rich or expensive, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary women to touch horses alone.

And the corpse that Ah Fu refers to at this time is the Song slave named Aqisi, it is said that this woman has never been on an errand in Baihuayuan, and she has never even been to another village in the suburbs, so where did she get the opportunity to ride a horse?

On the contrary, it is the ointment, if it is rewarded by the master above, the minions below can also get it, but the position used is also a little weird.

"Rose Dew." Ah Fu's voice rang out again.

Wang Kuang came back to his senses slightly, and saw that Ah Fu had nodded on the armpits, back waist and crotch of the female corpse named Aqisi, and spit out two words in his mouth: "Nanyang."

"Rose dew from the South Seas?" Wang Kuang asked.

Ah Fu nodded.

is still only talking about this woman, which shows that this is its uniqueness.

Wang Kuang's face was slightly condensed, and the fist clenched behind his back was released. ….

Rose dew is a rare thing, especially the rose dew from the South Seas, its fragrance is beautiful, its taste is long-lasting, it is the best in the dew, even the powerful few people can afford to use it, and the common people have never even heard of it.

Will such a precious rose dew appear on the body of a lowly Song slave?

Wang Kuang took one hand behind him, and twisted his beard under his chin with the other, and Ah Fu nodded on the front chest and left side of the female corpse at this time, and said, "Moles, one for each."

Wang Kuang was silent.

This is the original mark of the corpse, and if anyone has seen and remembered the body of either of Aqisi and Hanama, the identity of the woman can be revealed.

However, at this time, Wang Kuang already had his own inference:

There is no doubt that this woman should be a flower.

And the "Hua Zhen" that everyone saw by the river thought that it was a murderer pretending, and it was self-evident who the murderer was.

That Song Nu named Aqisi should be the "martial arts master". Naturally, this name is obviously not a real name, and the person is likely to ......

When his thoughts turned here, Wang Kuang's expression was slightly condensed.

On the way here, Goode described to him the appearance of Aqisi and the others, and according to him, this Aqisi had a very beautiful face, but there was a scar on the corner of his forehead, and his complexion was also damaged.

At this moment, after listening to Ah Fu's words and seeing her eyes just now, Wang Kuang couldn't help but think of someone.

He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, put aside the portrait that had come to mind for the time being, and continued Fang Cai's thoughts.

In short, Aqisi Ruo ...... No, it must be the murderer, and under this premise, all the abnormal and bizarre aspects of the case become logical, such as the head and siblings that were cut off and taken away, and the "Hua Zhen" who swaggered through the city and had a private meeting with the guards.

When thinking like this, Wang Kuang couldn't help but recall the confession he hurriedly read on the way here:

Hua Zhen's temperament is a little eccentric, and she usually only allows the nurse to serve closely, and the same is true when she bathes and changes clothes;

Hua Zhen often disguises herself as a maid to go out of the house to play, and the slave she pretends to be is Akis.

Need more reasons?

These two items alone, coupled with the results of Ah Fu's autopsy, have basically confirmed that Ah Qi Si committed murder and pretended to be Hua Zhen, and as for the motive for his murder, Wang Kuang also has a vague idea, but it is not easy to mention it now.

The sky is getting darker, the sun is slanting outside the window, and the edge of the peach grove in the distance is being smeared with the last touch of green. Wang Kuang folded his sleeves and stood up, and the thing that Ah Jin stuffed in his sleeve pocket was hard and square, and it was slightly heavy.

Just like his mood at this moment.

At that moment, some forgotten people and things, like the sunset outside the window and the things in his sleeves, kept floating and sinking in his mind......

It is night, the bright moon is like water, the idle clouds are light, the city is full of frost like silver, and the crescent moon wheel that is high in the sky does not care about the life and death calculations in the world at all.

On this good night, it is best to climb high to take in the scenery, talk about joy, sing between three or five confidants, snuggle on the side of one or two red emeralds, and sigh the rise and fall of the past and present, and then toss and turn under the moon before the flowers, which is the joy of people.

However, in a deserted courtyard in Zuo Shuai's Mansion, Wang Kuang obviously did not have such Yaxing, and Ah Jin and Ah Fu, who stood in front of him, were even more slaughtered.

"It's our people." The first to speak was Ah Jin.

He pointed to a stone in Wang Kuang's hand, and his tone was very determined: "No one on the rivers and lakes dares to assume the name of our mountain villa."

Wang Kuang lowered his eyes and looked at the stone.

The stones are slightly smaller than a child's fist, one of them is brushed with snow-white oil, and the other is plain brick-colored, and the upper and lower corners are as flat as knives, and it is obvious that someone has cut them from the wall with a sharp object.

Yao Jishan