"This framing means that this long poem is attached to the padded object to reinforce, so that it is easy to display and display. ”

Chang Yishan said.

Liu Ruiying nodded.

Although he didn't know exactly how it should be framed, he had seen a lot of finished products after it was framed.

His top boss, the Provincial Governor of Tianmu Province, is a gentleman.

Yashi naturally has a good taste for elegance and likes to play elegantly.

There are many framed paintings and calligraphy works in his mansion.

The so-called hardcover ink, finely mounted Danqing is this reason.

"However, the classification of this framing is still very complicated, and each style and genre has a corresponding style, and I don't dare to talk nonsense about this, after all, the interlacing is like a mountain. ”

Chang Yishan said with a change of words.

"But I have a friend who lives on this long street, and he is the leading framing master in Bogulou and even in the whole world, and I can take you to ask him carefully. ”

Chang Yishan continued.

"Thank you so much...... Uncle Shi!"

Liu Ruiying hasn't been able to change her words for a while, and the word uncle is really a bit tongue-twisting.

The four of them walked together and walked through the streets and alleys to the front of a large mansion.

Liu Ruiying didn't expect that there was only one main road on this long street, but it was a different world to walk in between the shops.

"This friend of mine has a strange temperament, and you have to bear a lot of responsibility. ”

Chang Yishan said.

"Uncle don't worry, we have our own measure. ”

Liu Ruiying said.

Generally, capable people have habits, which is not difficult to understand, so Liu Ruiying didn't take it to heart at all.

"No, it's not his temperament, it's his demands and his conversation. ”

Chang Yishan pondered how to tell Liu Ruiying and the others.

Although this is someone else's fault, it is not painful to say it.

But after all, he is his friend, and if he doesn't find an appropriate way, people who don't know will think that he is speaking ill of him.

"Let's go in and talk about it......"

Chang Yishan pushed the door open as he spoke, and walked straight in.

Liu Ruiying felt that he seemed to have something unspeakable, but the matter had come to this point, so he could only follow Chang Yishan into the door.

"Stop!

A young man about the same age as Liu Ruiying was sweeping the courtyard when he saw the four of them suddenly breaking in, stopped the broom exit and asked.

Looks like it's the gatehouse here.

"Don't you know me?"

Chang Yishan asked.

"If you ask me how many pips there are in Pai Gow, I know all the long cards and the number of cards, and at worst I can give you a double deck. Or if you ask me which red card girls are in Mingyue Building, what preferences they have, and I know what they do when they drink with guests. But you, I really don't know. ”

The young man said.

Chang Yishan couldn't cry or laugh.

This time it made him a little embarrassed.

Liu Ruiying felt that what his uncle had just said was true.

Even a porter has such a big temper and says such strange things, how much better can the owner of the house be?

"I'm Chang Yishan, a good friend of your master. Now that I have something to visit, I am tired of it. ”

Chang Yishan said politely.

The young man looked at the four of them carefully, and it took about a cup of tea, but it made Tang Zhongsong a little impatient.

But because Chang Yishan was by his side, he couldn't help but didn't have a seizure.

At last, the lad nodded, threw his broom and basin from his hand, and turned and walked in.

The basin was made of brass, and it was still loud underground!

With a "dang long" sound, the water in the basin splashed away.

Liu Ruiying saw that there were many depressions on the brass basin, and it seemed that a scene like today's must have happened many times.

Chang Yishan smiled and shook his head.

"Why is this porter so grumpy?"

Liu Ruiying asked.

"It's not that he has a big temper, it's just that those who are close to ink are black and close to Zhu are red, and what kind of people will learn what they will become. ”

Chang Yishan said.

"So your friend is to blame, or to blame for his temper. ”

Liu Ruiying said.

"Not really...... The strange thing I'm talking about is that he's always sick. ”

Chang Yishan said.

"Sick?"

Liu Ruiying was puzzled.

Illness is human nature, if you catch up with the body and bones are not good, even if you are bedridden for many years, how can this be called strange?

"It's not common sense that he's sick, it's any little thing that can make him sick. ”

Chang Yishan continued.

"If the tea you brewed earlier is mixed with a tea stem, then he is sick, saying that he is guilty of tea stemming. If he wakes up at night and the dream he is having is not finished, then he is also sick and says that he has dream breaking. ”

When Liu Ruiying heard it, she realized that this was not fake, but it was all a problem.

If you put it in the investigation department or the barracks, you don't need to prescribe any medicine, you just need to whip him with a whip and immediately make him feel comfortable all over his body, and he won't be "sick" again for at least a year and a half!

But at this moment, Liu Ruiying noticed that something was wrong.

As the boy walked in, he also had about a cup of tea.

But the whole house was eerily quiet.

It was as if it were barren and uninhabited.

Judging by the boy's previous actions, he must have been an impatient person.

He walked in with his footsteps, and he should have dragged his feet out.

But there was not even the sound of the footsteps.

Originally, Liu Ruiying also heard Zhenghuan with a few sparrows chirping in the trees outside the yard.

Now there was no sound of them fluttering away, and even the cry was interrupted.

Liu Ruiying turned his head to look at Chang Yishan, and found that his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he also noticed a trace of abnormality.

"That's not right!"

Liu Ruiying said.

When the boy walked in, the inner door of the courtyard was not closed.

At this moment, there was a slight smell of blood.

"The smell of blood?"

The pine in the soup also smelled it.

Only three and a half of the wine because they kept drinking, and the smell of alcohol overshadowed everything else, but they didn't feel anything.

Liu Ruiying wanted to let go out to investigate, but she couldn't get into the inner door.

It seems that someone has also sealed it off with a spirit.

Chang Yishan and Liu Ruiying looked at each other, and both sides made a decision.

The spirit can prevent the spirit, but the spirit cannot prevent the body.

Chang Yishan walked in and was expressionless, but Liu Ruiying felt as if he had been hit hard in the back of his head, and he was a little groggy.

After the trance, Liu Ruiying saw that the porter just now had fallen to the ground, with a terrifying blood hole in his throat, and blood was bubbling out.

The lad was clearly not dead.

His eyes were open, and his mouth was closed, like a fish out of water.

Liu Ruiying walked in and found that it was a sword wound.

The sword not only pierced the blood meridians in his throat leading to his neck, but also punctured his vocal cords, so that the boy was still quiet and unable to make a sound as he was dying.

What's more, the back of the throat is the cervical vertebrae.

The cervical spine is where the meridians of the whole body converge.

If the cervical vertebrae is broken, the connection between the limbs of the body is also severed.

The killer is looking for a way back for himself.

If the vocal cords are broken, the porter can't tell who it is, and even if he doesn't know him, he can at least describe it a little.

The meridians were broken, but he couldn't even write and draw.

If he could write a word or two with his own blood, it would also make Liu Ruiying and others not so confused.

"Is Uncle Shi familiar with this porter?"

Liu Ruiying asked.

"Familiar. This porter has been with him for more than ten years, I have known him since I was a child, and now they are all grown up. ”

Chang Yishan said.

"Is he literate?"

Liu Ruiying asked.

If he is illiterate, the killer naturally does not have to worry about the porter writing and drawing before he dies.

After all, it is easy to kill people, and the throat is the most vulnerable part of the human body.

It's also easy to puncture the vocal cords, as long as you lower the tip of the sword a few inches, and it will break with a single stab.

But if you want to pierce the throat with a sword, breaking the cervical vertebrae is not something that ordinary killers can do.

What's more, judging from the amount of bleeding at the scene, the sword in this doorhouse has been in the sword for a long time, which shows that this killer is extremely fast.

Liu Ruiying asked himself that with his current realm, he couldn't do this at all.

Separately, even a strong man who has never practiced a sword can do it, but it is really extraordinary to use only one move to connect them.

When Liu Ruiying probed the wound just now, he found that the sword that killed the porter was very narrow, and there was no way to know how long it was.

People who generally use narrow swords also practice fast swords.

After all, the narrow sword is dexterous, and it can shoot more quickly.

However, the sturdy man used brute force to cut the cervical vertebrae with a sword, but this killer used ingenuity to break the meridians.

Liu Ruiying's mind has already presented a picture.

The porter pushed the door in, wanting to find the owner to come out and greet the guest.

At this time, a figure next to him slipped out, which caught him off guard, and he didn't even have the time to shout.

But if he loses this opportunity, he won't have a chance to make a sound.

Then because he turned sideways to look at the figure that was attacking, he exposed his throat.

The killer stabbed with a sword, first pressing down a little, breaking his vocal cords, and then lightly picking the tip of the sword, pushing forward, and cutting the meridians of the gatehouse between the bones of the cervical vertebrae, causing him to completely collapse to the ground, and could only wait for death in silence.

Liu Ruiying unconsciously touched his throat and felt cold.

Suddenly, I was stunned and found that it was not my throat that was cold, but my hands that were cold.

When people are nervous, instinct always gives priority to running away.

Therefore, the blood in the whole body will flow towards the legs, so Liu Ruiying's hands will be cold.

He knew he was scared.

Because of such a swift and delicate sword.

"He can't read. ”

Chang Yishan said.

"My friend has been framing all year round, and the things he handles are very valuable, and he is always a little uneasy to find a porter who can read and hyphenation. So both of his porters were illiterate. ”

Chang Yishan said.

After hearing this, Liu Ruiying immediately determined that the killer was not an acquaintance.

For if it is an acquaintance, it is possible to know the habits of the owner.

Knowing his habits, he also knows that this gatehouse is full of illiterate people.

In that case, why bother with the last challenge?

If he just wants to cover his tracks, just cut off his vocal cords and don't have to risk progressing.

For killers, every moment is a crisis, and the simpler and faster the better.

However, Liu Ruiying immediately denied her idea.

He felt it was a bit too arbitrary.

Even if this porter was illiterate when he was recruited, it doesn't mean that he can't learn in the past ten years.

Thinking of this, Liu Ruiying asked Tang Zhongsong to go to the concierge's residence to have a look.

The difference between a literate person and an illiterate person cannot be seen if he does not open his mouth, and now that the porter is dead, he cannot open his mouth.

He had to go to his dwelling to see if there were any clues, and even finding a piece of paper on which he could write would disprove the inference that he was illiterate.

turned his head to look, but Chang Yishan was not around.

He was walking inside on his own.

The porter was dead, and he was worried about his friend's safety.

Liu Ruiying and Jiu Sanhan followed him inside.

Chang Yishan did not go to the main house of the main hall, but went to the West Cross Courtyard.

In the west courtyard is the framing room of this framer.

Chang Yishan said that he soaked there almost every day on weekdays, and sometimes worked overnight to eat and live in the West Cross Courtyard.

Relatively speaking, the main hall of the main house has become an ornament.

Even he hadn't been in.

Every time I came, I went straight to the west across the courtyard.

As soon as I entered the hospital, I saw that the doors and windows of the mounting room were closed.

But the blood that had come out of the crack in the door had spread to the steps.

The blood was half-dry, and it must have been some time.

It seems that the killer killed the owner first and then the porter.

But Liu Ruiying felt that this did not make sense.

What is it that a porter who can't read big words is in his way?

After killing the main master, you should withdraw and leave.

"What if, there are two people, and not together?"

Tang Zhongsong came back and said.

He did not see any indication of his literacy from the porter's quarters.

And the accommodation was very simple, with only a bed and a set of cabinets, not even a desk.

Come to think of it, illiterate people naturally can't use a table.

Tang Zhongsong handed Liu Ruiying a wall calendar.

Some days on it are marked.

It's just that some circles, checkmarks, forks and other marks are used, and there is not a single handwritten word from beginning to end.

In addition, Tang Zhongsong also took out a thick pile of letterhead paper from the cabinet in this gatehouse.

It's still full of inexplicable markings, but it's mostly a painting.

Looking at the notes, it seems that the owner wrote them to the porter, but Liu Ruiying couldn't figure out why he didn't speak directly, but instead had to draw so troublesomely.

"Another thing that's strange about my friend is that he doesn't like to talk. If you agree with yourself, draw a circle on the paper with a pen, and if you disagree, draw a circle with a dot in the middle. ”

Chang Yishan said.

Liu Ruiying realized this.

Listening to Chang Yishan's words, it can explain why there are so many letterheads in the residence of this gatehouse, which was originally used for communication between the owner and him.

"Don't go in......"

Liu Ruiying raised her legs and stepped forward, wanting to go into the framing room to have a look, but was stopped by Chang Yishan.

Since he knew that his friend was dead, he didn't want to see the other party's death.

I'm afraid it's like this for anyone.

Even if a cup that has been used for a long time accidentally falls and breaks, it must make people feel distressed for a long time, not to mention such a big living person who has been together for a long time.

"Uncle Shi, this killer came in with us back and forth, even if it is for ourselves, we have to find out. ”

Liu Ruiying said.

Chang Yishan thought about it, then took the lead and stepped forward and pushed the door open.

Liu Ruiying's heart flashed with disdain for a moment.

Sure enough, everyone is selfish.

As soon as Chang Yishan heard that he would be involved with himself and others, he immediately agreed to open the door to investigate.

But who likes to get into trouble?

Only Tang Zhongsong was excited at the moment.

This smell of blood suddenly evoked memories of being behind the scenes in Dingzhou Mansion and controlling everything.

Although he didn't smell much blood, how much blood smelled was emitted by him, and he was afraid that he couldn't count it himself......

Although Chang Yishan is a seven-rank Huang Luoyue's Wendao cultivation, he doesn't know anything about such exploration and investigation.

After pushing the door open, he saw his old friend lying on the table and dying, and he was also very sad in his heart, and he couldn't help but turn around and face out the window.

Because the windows and doors were closed, the smell of blood in the house was much stronger than in the yard.

He died on the framing table.

I still have unfinished work on my hands.

Liu Ruiying felt that the things on this case were a little familiar, so he asked Tang Zhongsong to help the body up with him and lean on the back of the chair.

There was also a horrific bloody hole in his throat, his vocal cords were punctured, his cervical meridians were severed, and he died exactly like the porter boy.

Tang Zhongsong pouted when he saw the scene in front of him.

It seems that he himself was wrong.

There was indeed only one killer.

Such a wonderful swordsmanship, it is already rare in the world to be able to practice it by one person.

If it is said that two people can practice and practice so consistently, this probability is too small.

Although it is no coincidence that the book is not written, it must also be divided.

But when Liu Ruiying saw the unfinished works on top of his case, he couldn't help but be shocked!

"This ......"

Liu Ruiying's surprise attracted Chang Yishan.

But his reaction was the same as Liu Ruiying's.

Because this framing work that was not done before his death was not something else, it was the long poem of Di Weitai in Liu Ruiying's hand!

Chang Yishan's first reaction was that one of them must be fake.

But when he compared the handwriting, he found that there was no deviation.

Liu Ruiying handed over his long poem to Chang Yishan, and Chang Yishan felt that the paper seemed to be a little thin.

"Rice paper can be peeled off layer by layer. Each layer is opened, and there will be exactly the same handwriting. ”

Chang Yishan said.

The scene opened, and the long poem in Liu Ruiying's hand should be the original version at the time.

Because the pair placed on the case is too thin.

So thin that you can see through the back of the paper the texture on the case behind it.

"You really don't have any impression of that?"

Chang Yishan asked.

Liu Ruiying shook her head.

He had recalled it very carefully, but there was a blank about how this long poem and the insoles got into his hands.

"Do you remember?"

Liu Ruiying looked at Tang Zhongsong and asked.

"When he started writing, you all gathered around to look at it. As far as I and the wine are still fighting with the old man. ”

Tang Zhongsong said.

He didn't dare to be interested in it.

What's more, that night's wine fight was better than Zhang Xuexuan's top priority, and he had no intention of caring about anything else.

"When it comes to Mobao, the lord of Di Lou, or the mourning poem written for the Wufusheng brothers, this is a bit troublesome. ”

Chang Yishan said.

Then he went out of the house and walked into the courtyard, raised his hand and threw an arrow into the sky, which made an explosion in the air and knocked down the people in the house.

"I have sent out a message that there is an emergency in Bogulou, and I think Boguwei will be there soon. You'd better quit first, those Boguwei only admit death, and won't even give me face. If they see that you have moved the body without permission, I don't know how many words it will take to explain it. ”

Chang Yishan said.

Liu Ruiying exited the house and came to the garden, and saw that the courtyard was very empty.

Except for a few water tanks in the corners, there is nowhere to use it for shade.

It also makes some sense why he killed the porter.

Presumably, he was worried that the porter would lead him and others in and expose himself.

After all, Chang Yishan's martial arts cultivation is not low, at least at the same level as Lu Mingming.

Even if this killer takes the lead, it will not be so easy to escape.

However, once a fight is initiated, it will inevitably be exposed.