Despite the reluctance in her heart, An Qing could only obediently follow this fast catcher who was far less reliable than he seemed to return to the backyard.

Of course, several people in the Ning Mansion who were interrogated with her also failed to escape, and they were all "escorted" to the backyard one by one.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the fire and candles in the mourning hall had almost been extinguished, leaving only a pitch-black coffin wrapped around the fluttering white silk, which looked deep and terrifying.

It had been half a day since Ning Longhai's death, and under the moonlight, the blood stains in the courtyard were already pitch black. There was a sound of wind in my ears.

Looking from afar, you can see a corpse like a mountain of flesh in the middle of the courtyard, covered with a white silk.

Catching Kuai frowned, sniffed hard in the air, and said resolutely: "There is a fishy smell." ”

Do you still need to say this? There is blood all over the ground, and there is no fishy smell. An Qing rolled her eyes fiercely.

It seems that the fast fishing in this small village in the countryside is not as shrewd as in the city. Hugh said that Su Qinghe, who had just taken office, even An Guangmao, who had been a head catcher in Qingdi Township for less than 20 years, was afraid that he didn't know how high he was higher than this guy.

Instead of listening to him talk in general areas and wasting time, it is better to go around and try your luck on your own.

The place where Ning Longhai died is not very special, it is just a normal courtyard, but the front of this courtyard is the highest book pavilion in Ning Mansion, and the back is a new mourning hall for the young master who died young.

By the moonlight, An Qing beat a drum in her heart, and mustered up the courage to observe Ning Longhai's death. When she first came in the afternoon, because the scenery was so amazing, there was no one else around her except Xu Chang, so she didn't dare to look more. Although it was night now, there were many people around her, which gave her a hint of courage.

Ning Longhai's corpse was very close to the bronze pillar engraved with the famous master's writings, at most half a step away, his head facing the blood-stained copper pillar, and he fell to the ground face up.

Directly above the corpse is the platform of the Ningfu Book Pavilion and the Guanyuan Pavilion.

Looking up from the bottom, he couldn't really see the situation on the Guanyuan Pavilion, but An Qing at least knew that he could see the intact fence around its edge.

Ning Longhai himself was extremely fat, if he smashed the railing and fell down, it was still possible, but it was extremely difficult for him to climb over the railing. That being the case, why did Ning Longhai fall from the building? Who made him fall from the building?

Under the moonlight, An Qing sneaked a sneak glance at the hostess of the Ning Mansion, Pang Li. only to find that she had been lacking interest in this matter from beginning to end, and at this time she had dozed off boringly.

What Ning Dantong said in the hall today echoed in An Qing's ears again.

The old husband and young wife, the death of her son, and the cold reception are indeed the reasons why this lady resents her husband. She would kill Ning Longhai, and it is indeed reasonable.

Wrong wrong.

An Qing shook her head. You must not be deceived by these appearances, you must be like Zhao Wu'an, unmoved by others, and grasp the core through all the fog.

Just like when I was in Hangzhou, a series of murders, each related to each other, but there was no commonality. Just when even Hu Buxi felt that the murderer was Nie Xinglu, who had both motive and time to commit the crime, Zhao Wuan caught the real murderer from the clues.

In fact, Hu Buxi should have been able to see Qiao Xi's abnormality, but unfortunately he instinctively chose to ignore all this. ”

Later, when discussing the case with her, Zhao Wuan once commented on it.

"Feelings can affect a person's judgment. No matter what time it is, this statement makes sense. Just like in Qingdi Township, no one believes that the person who killed Kong Xiuji would be his father. ”

But feelings are sometimes often a shortcut to solving a case. Since Kong Baisang is his father, he must have other motives for killing the killer. Judging from the perspective of who Kong Xiuji's real biological father is, the motives and means will naturally surface. ”

Zhao Wu'an's seemingly casual words, when I think about it, are all guiding her to become the kind of person she wants to be.

An Qing's gaze went back and forth between the top of the Guanyuan Pavilion and Ning Longhai's corpse a few more times, slowly frowning, and then moved his gaze to something else.

The white silk floating in the courtyard was obviously hanging on the mourning hall not long ago, but now it was floating aimlessly in the courtyard.

Looking closely, he found that the reason why it had not floated away was because a small part of it was pressed under Ning Longhai.

Is there such a coincidence in the world?

Things that are too coincidental often hide mysteries.

An Qing took two steps forward and visually measured the length of the hanging blank aya. The house used as a mourning hall is tall, so the white silk hanging on the eaves is also four zhang long, which is almost enough to spread a round trip in this courtyard.

A thought flashed through An Qing's heart.

And while she was observing everything in the courtyard, the pretentious catcher had already turned the entire backyard through the courtyard with a pair of sharp eyes and restless hands and feet, and by the way, asked the servant to transport the body back for examination.

"What's there to check here?" Pang Li frowned, his face impatient.

"The cause of death of the lord of your family is strange, and it is suspected that someone deliberately framed him, so this arrest must be thoroughly investigated. After that, he waved his hand at the mourning hall and said: "As for this mourning hall, there are also many points that can be remarkable, and this arrest will be carefully explored." ”

Pang Yu sighed imperceptibly.

Ning Dantong hurriedly walked to her side and said a few words of concern, but Pang Li didn't answer.

Before that, Guixi, who was still standing quietly with Jin Lan, couldn't hold it back, smiled, rolled up his sleeves, and walked to the fast catcher in the yard.

The catcher was patrolling the courtyard with his hands, and when he heard the footsteps behind him, he thought it was a discovery of something, but he didn't expect that as soon as he turned around, he had a fierce and angry face on Shangguixi.

According to Song Lu, Guixi, who is four feet nine tall, grabbed the collar of the five feet six catcher, like carrying a little rooster waiting to be slaughtered.

"You're fast, don't pretend here. Guixi grinned and smiled, "Our Ningfu affairs, you can take care of it less, don't block the old lady here, do you hear?"

An inconspicuous maid can have such strength, obviously beyond the expectations of the catcher, he licked his lips, waved his hand and said, "I ......"

"The old lady asked if you heard that!" Guixi shouted, his face full of rage.

“...... I heard it. ”

Guixi stared at his face, looked at it for a full fourteen or five breaths, and suddenly laughed: "It's good to hear it." ”

Then, she grabbed the collar of the catcher in one hand and threw it four or five feet out with her backhand.

Caught up quickly on the ground with a strong mouth and gnawed mud, and seemed to have broken half of his teeth, and hurriedly stood up, but Guixi didn't even look at him.

An Qing was so frightened that she didn't even dare to breathe.

Before he could finish collecting Ning Longhai's body, the head was quickly thrown by the people of Ning Mansion. Rao is this old man is already old, and when he sees this scene, he can't help but be dumbfounded.

Guixi clapped his palms, crossed his waist with his hands, and tilted his head: "People, if you want to take it or leave, Ningfu doesn't care." Don't make trouble in our Ning Mansion, understand?"

Catch quickly covered half of his face, tossed for a while before sitting up, and said viciously: "What a big family, just do some unsightly things, and dare to stay in Duxiu Village!"

Guixi didn't hide the anger on his face at all, his eyes were shining, and there was even a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth: "Get out." Whether Ning Fu can live in Duxiu Village or not, what's your business?"

This tone was too hard and solid, and the weather-beaten master of the hunt was also rare, so angry that he couldn't speak, turned his head and left.

"Slow down and don't send it!" Guixi said word by word, and then turned to Qi Zuo, "What about you?"

The servant, who was older than the arrester, bowed down silently, and said in a humble tone: "The deceased should be buried in the ground, and I will collect the body of the deceased, process it overnight, and then send it to your mansion." This has been the rule for decades, and please make it easier. ”

Guixi moved his chin and nodded, "Okay, then that's it." ”

After speaking, she stretched her waist, walked back to her original position, and inadvertently patted her sister's buttocks by the way, which made Jinlan's face turn red for a moment.

"Young Master, the old man just died, and in the future, this Ning Mansion will have to rely on you to support it. Guixi narrowed his eyes, full of interest.

"It is incumbent upon us. Ning Dantong bent down.

Pang Li yawned boredly: "Then I'll go to sleep first, I'm sleepy." ”

Hearing Pang Li's words, Ning Dantong's expression relaxed slightly, and Jin Lan hurriedly walked to her side, hugged Pang Li, and sent her to the residence.

Guixi also snorted twice: "So it seems that it's finally okay, right? Ah, there's a girl." ”

As soon as her gaze swept over, An Qing trembled with fright and couldn't stop retreating. Xu Chang hurriedly walked up to her and shook his head at Guixi: "You scared her." ”

Then he said to An Qing: "Today's business has nothing to do with you, I'll send you back here." ”

After saying that, he walked ahead, and An Qing hurriedly followed from behind, and didn't dare to look back until he walked out of Ning Mansion.

"Do you think this Ning Mansion is strange?"

On the way back, Xu Chang asked.

An Qing didn't dare to nod or shake her head, so she could only silently speed up her pace, wanting to leave this place quickly.

Xu Chang sighed.

"Sometimes I feel that Guixi is the one among us who knows best what is going on. After all, I myself am in the Ning Mansion, and I can't escape this matter. He looked at the night sky with a sad face, "Today's events, please treat them as if they never happened." Ningfu is too scary to be a place where you should be involved. ”

Although there was a basket of questions in her heart, in this dark night, An Qing was really not willing to ask more, so she could only bury her head and keep rushing all the way.

Fortunately, Ningfu and Lao Langzhong's home are only separated by a wall. After walking a few steps, I arrived at the door.

"Please stay, just send it here. An Qing nodded politely to Xu Chang.

Xu Chang obediently stopped and looked at An Qing, quite a little eager to say something.

"Please don't take all the things of today to heart. After a while, he said.

An Qing shook her head, didn't say anything, turned around, and pushed the door of Lao Langzhong's house.

The door was unlocked, An Qing pushed it open, and saw Lao Langzhong sitting in front of the steps with a herb in his mouth, his eyes widening.

She closed the door lightly, and heard Lao Langzhong say: "This time, it took a lot of time? Yu'er has already gone back." ”

"There's a murder next door. An Qing said silently.

"I know that, old man. The old man said quietly, "It's just that in life, you can't be stained by dirt in your vision." ”

An Qing was stunned, thinking of Zhao Wu'an, her heart tightened for no reason: "Sir, what do you mean by this?"

The old man sighed lightly and stood up.

"This lover of yours, I'm afraid he won't survive tonight. ”