"Make the best use of things, make the best use of people." Xia Yue quickly made a decision: "This matter will be left to you to investigate." ”

Xie Zhi: "Huh? ”

"Ahh Ye Caitang patted Xie Zhi on the shoulder: "Work hard, listen to the adults, otherwise your salary will be deducted." ”

Xie Zhi was photographed several feet shorter, and then said to himself, how does Xiao Ye look like a dog.

Dogleg turned around, glanced at Xie Zhi, and sighed: "You don't understand, people who owe money are so humble." ”

This is the most basic respect for creditors.

The creditor, Mr. Xia, said that he appreciated this respect very much, and that this year's outstanding employees could consider adding a place.

Because they still have Lu Qingyu's corpse with them, it is not good for them to stay any longer. Although Mrs. Ruhui seemed to have some problems, they didn't startle the snakes, and came one by one.

Lu Qingyu's identity is easy to confirm.

has a name, a portrait, and knows that it is from a nearby village, although Lu Qingyu's face has been ruined and she can't see her facial features clearly, it is still very easy to find out her identity.

She was indeed an orphan girl who lived in Shan'ai Village.

Daliang people talk about falling leaves and returning to their roots, and it is best to bury people in their hometowns after they die.

If Yao Haifeng hadn't died, he would still need to bring the body back to the capital and confront him face to face. But now that Yao Haifeng is dead, Lu Qingyu's face has been ruined, and they can't bear to run back and forth with a bloody woman.

Open the dilapidated door of Lu Qingyu and temporarily place the person on the bed.

Xie Zhi went to see a suitable burial place, Wang Tong and Liu Sha went to buy the coffin and the things needed for the funeral, Xia Yue gave Ye Caitang a hand, before the burial, the girl should be taken care of, at least, the blood stains should be wiped dry, the hair should be combed neatly, and clean clothes should be changed.

Ye Caitang sighed: "This scar is too deep, there is no way to cover it at all." I'll see if she has any rouge gouache here, and rub it on her face a little to cover it up a little. ”

The dead do not know if there is a spirit in the sky, but at least the living are at ease.

Ye Caitang looked for it in Lu Qingyu's house.

Not to mention, Lu Qingyu's house looks so shabby, but the girl's rouge gouache at home is really there, and it is quite complete, of course, it is not expensive, but it can also see a girl's love for beauty.

So it's even more poignant to watch.

Ye Caitang couldn't help but say: "My lord, is this matter just settled?" ”

I can't swallow this breath.

Xia Yue understood what Ye Caitang meant, Lu Qingyu was forced to death by Yao Haifeng, could he die in vain?

Xia Yue was also a little embarrassed, and didn't speak for a while.

If Yao Haifeng hadn't died, this matter would have to be investigated. But now that Yao Haifeng is also dead, except for a few followers in his family, I'm afraid that even his son doesn't know about this matter, who will be held accountable?

Pursue those henchmen? That's very easy, but what's the point?

If you want to talk about compensation, Lu Qingyu doesn't even have a family, so who will compensate him?

"This girl is really a person who loves life very much." Ye Caitang opened the cabinet and was a little surprised to see that there was paper, pen and ink paint for painting.

You must know that this is all a money-consuming thing, and it takes time, it is all a rich person's pastime, which ordinary person will have this hobby?

Lu Qingyu is an orphan girl who wants to go up the mountain to dig mountain goods and sell them for money, the economy must not be rich, and adding these things must be thrifty.

Ye Caitang opened a portrait and sighed.

The portrait shows the back of a man, emaciated, dressed as a scholar, holding a paintbrush in his hand.

Although there is no front, Ye Caitang, a person who is not proficient in painting, can even see that this painting is made with heart, and the brushstrokes are gentle and delicate.

Ye Caitang couldn't help but say: "This person, could it be Lu Qingyu's sweetheart?" ”

But why don't you paint a face, just a back?

She opened the other paintings one after another, all of them were backs, sitting, leaning, none of them had faces.

Ye Caitang and Xia Yue looked at each other.

"Because she's a crush?" Ye Caitang guessed: "So she didn't dare to paint her face?" I'm afraid that it will be embarrassing if I am seen, and many times, I don't know if I can still be friends, once I pierce that layer of paper and be rejected, I can't even be friends? ”

Xia Yue thought for a while: "If you say that, that person must have come to her house, otherwise, why is she afraid of being seen?" ”

Makes sense.

Xia Yue said: "Go and ask the neighbors to see if Lu Qingyu has any good friends." ”

Ye Caitang has always liked aunts and aunts, and it is most suitable for ordinary people to visit and investigate.

Ye Caitang went with the portrait, and soon came back with a handful of melon seeds and a message.

"Sure enough." Ye Caitang said: "Lu Qingyu has a very good friend, he is a son who can paint, and Lu Qinghe's paintings are all taught by him. ”

"What's it called?"

"I don't know." Ye Caitang shook his head regretfully: "According to the neighbors, Lu Qingyu's personality is more introverted and he doesn't interact with people very much. But the girl was still very happy, and she smiled every time she saw it. The boy came a few times, sent her paper and paint, and did not enter the house, the neighbor asked curiously, and just smiled and passed, and the neighbor naturally did not want to ask more. ”

I don't know the name, but I've seen it twice, and I can't describe this look.

Ye Caitang said again: "This son came twice after Lu Qingyu disappeared, but he left without knocking on the door. The last time I came, it was a month ago, and I haven't been here since. ”

A month ago, Lu Qingyu should have been trapped in the mountains at that time.

Xia Yue said: "Have you asked if you can recognize this son if you see this son again." ”

"Yes, but it's hard to say." Ye Caitang said: "I said that it was dusk when I saw it twice, and I didn't see my appearance clearly." ”

It is also possible that you can see it clearly, but you don't want to say that normal people don't want to get involved in these things.

Ye Caitang suddenly stepped aside and took out the painting that Ruhui Shitai handed over to them, which was torn and glued.

"Could this painting be painted by that child?" Ye Caitang put the painting together with the other paintings in the room: "You see, the brushstrokes are different. If the painting in the house was painted by Lu Qingyu, then this one is likely to be painted by the son and given to her. ”

Maybe that son is also interesting, and he uses paintings to convey love, but before the two of them reached the step of unveiling, Lu Qingyu died.

Xia Yue compared: "It's really different, it seems that we have to find out this person." ”