Huo Yijun suddenly stopped, feeling a little bad.

This Huaimen live burial case is a small case that her father handled when he was working in Dali Temple, and few people know about it.

"It's the case of Xiao Qi being buried alive seven years ago, and I have heard about the case of Dali Temple."

"It is probably a case that occurred in Huaimen County where several small people who were discarded from the tile mill were buried alive, and after the case broke out, the imperial court banned the buying and selling of small men in the tile mill."

"Xiao Qi refers to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, a male pet raised by a rich family, and teaching Xiao Qi is also a disguised pastime, which was once popular in Beijing. Now the two murders seem to be repentance of the young man buried alive seven years ago, and it is very likely that they played with the little boy in the hook pen at the beginning, and his relatives or acquaintances came to take revenge. ”

"From hanging himself, burning to death and pretending to commit suicide, to the suicide note confession, the steps are full of ritual, and the murderer is so calm at the time of the crime, which can only show that the matter is not over, and if you want to investigate, this case of burying you alive is a breakthrough."

Xiang Xiu said 'oh' and mentioned: "I remember, this case was handled by Shen Shan, the secretary of Dali Temple, and it was also Lord Shen who abolished the small system, this matter has been so long, will anyone really kill and retaliate because of this incident?" ”

"Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, not to mention that it has only been seven years, and not forgetting the old things is enough for a child to grow up."

Huo Yijun said this in a heavy tone.

Jiang Xie suddenly ordered Xiang Xiu to change the topic: "Send more people to keep an eye on Kozhi Mansion and Gu Jinwen, the key to this case lies in these two people!" ”

"Yes!" Leave the defense early.

On the snowy street, Huo Yijun followed Jiang Xie for a walk.

The people on the street kept greeting him, and he always nodded in response, and he didn't have half the vigor of the past.

Huo Yijun saw the rock sugar gourd on the street and couldn't help but buy two skewers.

"Is Jiang Si eating sugar gourd?" Huo Yijun handed him another string.

She knew that Jiang Xie liked it very much, and once she bought the whole straw handle that sold sugar gourds, with fifty or sixty strings of sugar gourds poked on them, and sat on the roof of King An's mansion with him, drinking wine and gnawing on sugar gourds.

Jiang Xie glanced at the sugar gourd and turned away coldly.

I don't know when his tastes changed.

Huo Yijun had no choice but to eat by herself, and when she was hesitating whether to go back to the Hanlin Academy or go back to Qingzheng Division with him, a snowman on the side of the road caught her attention.

Jiang Xie also seemed to see the snowman, and judging from his expression, he should have disliked that the snowman was very ugly.

The two glanced at the snowman and walked in front of them, but as soon as they took a step, Huo Yijun took a step back while chewing the sugar gourd.

She stared at the snowman, her gaze blank.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Xie turned around and walked back, looking at the place she was staring at a little strangely: "Lord Huo doesn't want to build a snowman on the street before leaving, right?" ”

Huo Yijun held a sugar gourd in one hand and shook his fingers in the other: "No, no, no, I think there is something wrong with this snowman." ”

"What's the problem?"

Huo Yijun squatted in front of the snowman and said lightly: "The snowman's eyes are too realistic. ”

The last time Jiang Xie heard this, it was the impressive paper mother, he instantly pulled Huo Yijun up and retreated to a safe distance, and exclaimed, "Do you think there is someone here?" ”

"There are corpses, and there are no living people, what are you afraid of?"

Huo Yijun squatted back to observe, she was never afraid of finding the body.

"I didn't!!" Jiang Xie vetoed it, and in order to show his bravery, he mentioned again: "I want to see what's inside, squatting here has no result, you get up!" ”

"Why did I get up?"

"Because ......" Jiang Xie wanted to speak and stopped.

He took a step back and kicked the snowman.

Huo Yijun sat on the ground in fright, okay, he was explaining with his actions, it was really violent.

The snowman fell, and the snow shattered, revealing a kneeling man inside.

His eyes were closed, frozen into ice sculptures.

Huo Yijun leaned over and sighed: "In one day, there was a third murder. ”

Jiang Xie took a signal firework, pulled the line and released it into the sky, and a Hedgehog totem of Qingzheng Division exploded in the sky during the day.

Soon, Xiang Xiu and his people hurried over and surrounded the crime scene as soon as possible.

Huo Yijun hurried to eat the remaining sugar gourd, and finally stuffed the skewer in Xiang Xiu's hand: "Deceased, you should all know each other, right?" ”

Jiang Xie's eyes sank.

"Fang Xi, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, it is said that he didn't return all night after drinking last night, but he didn't expect to become a snowman here."