The fourth uncle's impassivity made Master Yuan really a little embarrassed, on the one hand, he didn't want a person who shouldn't appear in Wanfu, and on the other hand, he also needed the fourth uncle to give an answer.

At this moment, before anyone was seen, there was already a voice of mourning.

Looking for the voice, I saw an old man with gray hair walking at the gate, a moon-white robe, a jacket on the outside, and his hair was unkempt.

The old man walked at a trot, and the soles of his coarse cloth shoes had already been smoothed, and he looked a little staggering, but he himself didn't seem to notice or care.

"Little Red...... I...... It's too late...... It's late......"

Su Quan didn't run fast, but every time he took a step, his body was always swinging from side to side, giving people the feeling that he might fall down at any time.

Most of the snow has been swept away on the way to the gate, but the remnants of the snow are embedded in the crevices of the stones, and the mist that has just cleared in the early morning makes the road appear smoother.

Therefore, in everyone's eyes, Su Quan, who was stumbling, finally fell.

With a "bang", he rushed out unprepared, and the whole person happened to lie flat on the ground.

But he barely stopped, he quickly supported his body with his hands, and barely got up, only the road to Su Xiaohong's room in his eyes, even if he fell to the ground and his face was full of injuries and the corners of his mouth were still bleeding, he didn't care at all.

This time, Su Quan didn't look at the fourth uncle, and even those officials in the government were not in his eyes at all, he only had one thought, to see his daughter immediately.

The official in the government just wanted to stop him, but he was blinded by Master Yuan, so he got out of the way.

"Hey, there is nothing more sorrowful in the world than this, the white-haired person sends the black-haired person ......" Master Yuan looked at Su Quan's back and couldn't help but sigh.

"Tragedy is always the end of the dead, but it is the beginning ......of the living," the fourth uncle said, still with his hands behind his back, looking at the open door with solemn eyes.

"Fourth uncle, why don't we go in and have a look, don't do anything stupid in your grief...... this old man said," the master secretary said to the fourth uncle quietly.

"Lord Yuan, please ......," the fourth uncle made a "please" gesture with one hand.

Master Yuan looked at the errand officer beside him and said, "Take us in and have a look."

The man's face was embarrassed, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, "Lord Bookkeeper, ...... inside." It's miserable......"

"It's okay, you'll know at first sight" said, Master Yuan walked out first.

When the officer saw the leader walking inside, he also hurriedly followed, and the fourth uncle walked at the rear.

Behind that door was pitch black, you couldn't see what was inside from the outside, it was so quiet that it was even a little hard to believe, and even Su Quan, who walked in, didn't make a sound.

No wailing, no cursing.

Quietly, as if no one had ever walked inside.

When he walked to the door, Master Yuan nodded to the two subordinates, but saw that their eyes had been staring at his feet, he looked down, and his feet subconsciously moved more than a foot away.

In front of the door was a pool of red blood, which had already dried, and it was from the inside of the door that it could be seen from the traces.

The master bookkeeper stroked his long beard, and his expression changed slightly.

It's hard to imagine how much blood would have to be shed to seep all the way through the crack under the threshold.

Everyone's faces turned extremely ugly, and they had not yet entered the door, not knowing how cruel the woman who had been killed.

The blood seeped out from inside the door to the outside of the door, like a river that used to be raging and rushing, until one day it dried up completely, but after the river disappeared, it still left water stains, and I can still vaguely remember the big river.

It's just that the river is red, red with blood.

All the windows in the room were tightly closed, which was not surprising, as the weather had cooled down after this snowfall.

Sunlight shone into the room through the only open door, and dust floated in an inch of time.

As soon as he walked in, an extremely thick bloody aura rushed to his face.

Master Yuan frowned, his eyes locked deeply.

Because the first thing I saw when I walked into the room was a large bloodstain left on the white wall opposite, like a bright red flower in full bloom.

In a corner not far from the wall, an old figure was sitting on the ground with his back to the crowd, a large patch of blood under his body.

But he didn't care, one could even say motionless.

His back was heaved like the hump on the back of a camel lost in the desert, and in the vast desert, not only lost his way, but also left all his companions.

Su Quan didn't cry, didn't even make any sound, just sat alone, holding a cold corpse in his arms.

The jacket on his body wrapped around the girl's body, the girl's feet were naked and exposed, and Su Quan held the daughter's head tightly in his arms, like a father and daughter who had not met for a long time, but the girl did not struggle to get rid of her father's warm embrace as before.

The messenger beside the master came over and picked up the half-cut iron spear not far from Su Quan's side, the handle of the gun was cut off by a sharp weapon, and there were still blood stains on the tip of the spear like cold iron.

"It was this half of the gun that plunged into the throat of the deceased and nailed her whole person to the wall......"

As he spoke, he pointed to the blood flower that bloomed on the wall.

The master bookkeeper looked around and saw that the tables and chairs in the room were a little messy, and a curtain had been torn off, apparently there had been a brief tear, but other than that, everything else was neatly arranged.

He walked to the bed inside, a pink coat fell to the ground at random, and he crouched down to see obvious signs of tearing at the cuff of the garment.

"My lord, this must be someone who broke into the girl's room...... Kill people after the disorder,......," said the officer, following behind the master.

The master bookkeeper put down his coat, stood up, and looked around the room for a long time.

He let out a long sigh: "Judging from the evidence left behind, it can only be decided like this now, Fourth Uncle ......"

He looked at the fourth uncle, his eyes were as deep as an abyss without any bottom.

"The relatives of the deceased are also there, and I think the fourth uncle should tell us now...... Who the hell is that person?"

The fourth uncle took a breath helplessly, then closed his eyes slightly, and said, "Come on, take Lord Yuan and them to the second master's room......"

The steward, who was lying outside the door and didn't dare to walk in, heard the fourth uncle's words, and his legs were so weak that he almost fell to the ground.

"Second master?"

Isn't that Wan Yutang, the cousin of the old man Wan Ruhai?

Almost everyone who knew the situation in the house was stunned, this old man's cousin had lived in the house for a long time, but he rarely talked to people, and when he was usually seen, he was either pouring wine into his throat, or he was drunk and singing some tune, because he couldn't speak clearly, so everyone didn't know what he was singing.

After a long time, everyone regarded him as a crazy person, and naturally no one cared too much about this person.

Wan Yutang, this name For Luo Bei, the biggest impression is that he was seen feeding wine to the fish in the lake that day, which may be something that normal people can't think of and can't do.

"Don't go ...... yet," the fourth uncle's voice carried majesty and a slight reproach.

Only then did the steward react, and immediately left with the three officials.

"Lord Yuan, let's go and take a look, Wan Yutang is the master's cousin after all, if it is really him...... I don't know how to explain to the master yet......" the fourth uncle asked for Yuan's opinion.

Master Yuan nodded silently, but he didn't mean to leave immediately, but squatted down and looked at the old man who had been holding Su Xiaohong's body with his head down.

"Old man, since Ling Ai has gone, you still have to take care of your body...... Please let me know if you have any requests......"

Su Quan slowly raised his head, only to see that his eyes were bloodshot, and his face seemed to turn dead gray in an instant.

His voice was hoarse and heavy: "Please, what else can someone like me ask for...... If you can, please catch the murderer, cut off his head, and give my child an innocent ......"

"This ...... We will not spare the murderer, but how to punish it still needs to be based on the code...... But don't worry, everyone who kills will kill them, it's the same everywhere......"

As he spoke, Master Yuan picked up the half of the iron gun on the ground, held it in his hand, and then went out with the fourth uncle.

The people in the room had already left, and it became quiet again, and Su Quan's rickety back suddenly trembled.

At this time, all the emotions finally could not be held back anymore, and exploded in an instant, like a rushing flood, completely drowning the old man who was dyed with frost.

The room was filled with whimpering.

......

The official opened the door of Wan Yutang's room, and after rushing in, he found that the whole house was unusually quiet.

The chief bookkeeper walked in with the fourth uncle, and an official messenger reported to him: "My lord, there is no one here, except for a wine jug...... It's just a pile of ashes......"

Master Yuan let a few of his subordinates go to the table they were talking about, only to see a wine jug placed upright, and under the table was a charcoal brazier that had long been extinguished.

There were a few ashes left on the side of the brazier, and it was clear that the ashes were not charcoal ashes, but after the paper had been burned.

He crouched down and carefully scooped through the ashes, then found a small piece of paper that had not completely turned to ashes.

The small page was folded, and when I opened it, I saw that there were words written on it.

"Tang Qinqi ......"

"This is supposed to be a letter, but unfortunately it has been burned, I don't know what is written in it?" the master bookkeeper concluded with a piece of paper.

He carefully tucked the piece of paper into his sleeve, then got up and looked at the flask, and when he picked it up in his hand, it felt heavy, apparently full of wine.

"The wine was not drunk...... A burned letter...... The most likely suspect is missing......"

The chief bookkeeper looked at the fourth uncle lightly, and then instructed the official: "Send out a wanted notice immediately when you go back, such a cruel murderer, if you can't be arrested, then the sky is really blind......"

The three officials left in response, leaving only the fourth uncle and the chief bookkeeper in the house.

"My lord, is there anything else you want to ask alone?" the fourth uncle seemed to see the main book's thoughts.

The main book's expression became very serious, and he asked in a low voice: "Fourth uncle, tell me the truth, this Wan Yutang really served as a soldier in the Song army?"

The fourth uncle nodded slightly, and said: "In the first year of Jianyan, Wan Yutang served as the deputy vanguard of the former army under the command of the famous general Zong Ze, at that time, the Jin people invaded the south and invaded Mengzhou Bishui Pass, when the two armies fought, the iron gun in Wan Yutang's hand also killed countless enemies......"

"Then why did he come back here, and if that were the case, he would have already become a senior general in the army!" asked the chief bookkeeper.

The fourth uncle hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "That's because he was slapped in the face...... That palm can't be cured even by the old man for a while......"

The master book was a little surprised, and sighed: "There are still injuries in this world that even a god doctor can't heal, it's really unthinkable, unthinkable, and it's just a palm ......."

"I wonder what kind of person slapped him?"

The fourth uncle shook his head slowly and said: "This old man also asked, but he never talked about it, because he suffered this palm injury and suffered for many years, so he often drank heavily, which made many people in the house think that he was a crazy person, in fact...... He's a wretched man......"

The main bookkeeper's eyes were uncertain, and he just nodded lightly and said, "It seems that I really should meet this general who gallops on the battlefield......"

After that, he said goodbye to the fourth uncle: "Don't leave it at that, if there is news of this person in the house, please let me know immediately...... When he came, the lord had instructed me to ask the gods to heal him on his behalf!"

The fourth uncle's hand patted lightly on the arm of the master bookkeeper, and then took a step back and thanked: "In the next generation, Lord Xie is kind......

The fourth uncle scanned everything in the room, and then said to the housekeeper waiting outside: "Close this room immediately, and no one is allowed to come in again......

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