Liu Wentian twisted his short beard under his chin, nodded again and again, and said, "Well, that's right, Lord Ben is also thinking of this." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info I can't imagine that you and my hero see something in common! It seems that you are not a murderer. ”

Su Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and sighed secretly: "What is this, Lord Liu's face is really thick enough!" But he was not a person who cared about anything, smiled slightly, didn't say much, and looked at the corpse in a blink of an eye.

Liu Wentian turned his head and asked his master: "Who is this deceased? Have you found out? Who reported the case?"

The master brought an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy and said, "Lord Hui, the deceased's surname is Zhao Mingyan, and he is the owner of this calligraphy and painting shop. It was his family's buddy Sun Xiaoliu who reported the crime. ”

Liu Wentian groaned: "Zhao Yan...... Zhao Yan...... Why is this name so familiar?"

The master hurriedly stepped forward and whispered: "He is the one who wrote poetry that became famous a few years ago!"

Liu Wentian slapped his head and said, "Oh, it turned out to be him! I also read his poems back then, and they were really well written! Alas, I can't imagine that God is jealous of talents, how can he be killed by someone like this......"

He sighed to himself, and Su Zhuo squatted down and touched the corpse, and saw that there was no wound on the corpse, only a knife on the chest, which reached the atrium. Because Liu Wentian had only spoken, the servants didn't even think to stop him.

The master interrupted Liu Wentian in a low voice and said, "My lord, let's ask about the case quickly!"

Liu Wentian came back to his senses, nodded, and said to Sun Xiaoliu: "Ben Heguan asked you, your name is Sun Xiaoliu?"

Sun Xiaoliu replied tremblingly: "Yes, yes, the villain Sun Xiaoliu ......"

Liu Wentian said: "Sun Xiaoliu, your boss lives here with the two of you, and what about his family?"

Sun Xiaoliu replied: "I also followed the master the year before last, and I heard that the lady passed away a few years ago, and she did not leave an heir to the master, and the master did not continue the string." That's why the two of us stayed here. ”

Liu Wentian nodded, thinking: "This Zhao Yan is also a literati, so he naturally has some romantic spirit. I think he often lingers in the land of fireworks, and he is also relaxed if he does not continue to marry a wife. Speaking of which, I haven't been to Yichun Courtyard for a long time, I don't know ...... Xiaohong" The more he thought about it, the more he came back to his senses, and asked again: "You found the body?

Sun Xiaoliu said in a trembling voice: "The little one lives in the backyard with the master, and he got up this morning and came to the front hall to open the door for business as usual." As soon as I opened the door, I saw blood all over the ground. I was startled, ran into the house to take a look, and then I saw the owner's body, so I went to the yamen to report the case. ”

Liu Wentian thought for a while and said sharply: "You said that you only found the body this morning, so your boss didn't go back to the house to sleep last night, don't you know?"

Sun Xiaoliu said: "Yesterday, the villain was busy and tired, so the master told me to go to bed early." I really don't know anything about the night!"

Liu Wentian looked at Sun Xiaoliu and saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, so he said, "When did you sleep last night? Who came to your boss before going to bed?"

Sun Xiaoliu replied: "Yesterday, I cleaned up the counter and was about to close the door. Just as I was on the door panel, another guest came. I said to him, 'The shop is closed, come back tomorrow!' but who would have thought that he would hand me a book and ask me to give it to the master, saying that the master had seen the book and would meet him. So after I sent him in, sure enough, the master asked me to call the man in. ”

"The old man and the man were right here by the bookcase, and I poured tea for both of them and closed the door. The old man told me to go back to the backyard and go to sleep first, and he wanted to talk to people. So I went back, and I didn't know anything about it. ”

Liu Wentian let out an "oh" and asked, "Who is that person?" Coming to find someone so late, there must be a ghost, maybe he is the murderer of Zhao Yan!"

Su Zhuo also paid attention, and faintly felt that Liu Wentian's words were finally right. Sun Xiaoliu shook his head and said, "I don't recognize that person, it's too dark at night, and I don't see his appearance clearly, I just see him wearing a strange black dress." ”

Liu Wentian hurriedly asked, "What kind of clothes? What kind of strange method?"

Sun Xiaoliu was stunned for a long time, and he couldn't say why, and said in a trembling voice: "The villain can't tell what's strange, but he feels very twisted." ”

Liu Wentian asked for a long time, but Sun Xiaoliu didn't know anything, and suddenly became angry, and said angrily: "Bold! I see that you are clearly in league with the murderer." Maybe there wasn't anyone at all last night, it was all made up by you, and you were the real murderer of Zhao Yan!"

Sun Xiaoliu was startled, fell to his knees, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and begged: "My lord has wronged me! The lord treats me like a mountain, how can I harm the lord!"

Liu Wentian snorted coldly and said, "How could I have wronged you? Zhao Yan was killed last night, and blood flowed all over the ground, wouldn't he have screamed? You are in the backyard, and you haven't heard anything, isn't it a joke? You must have taken a fancy to your master's money and collection of books, so you killed people and rummaged through treasures, which made the bookshelves in this house so messy. ”

Sun Xiaoliu was speechless, just screaming that he was wronged. Su Zhuo suddenly said: "Sun Xiaoliu will not be a murderer!"

Liu Wentian was stunned for a moment and asked, "How is it impossible?"

Su Zhuo pointed to the corpse's chest and said, "The deceased was stabbed in the chest, and he was killed with one blow, cleanly." This technique not only requires a lot of strength, but also requires precision in the knife so as not to touch the sternum, which indicates that the murderer must have martial arts. And this Sun Xiaoliu looks weak and unwinded, and his arms are so thin, he is not a martial artist. ”

He paused, looked around, and said, "And the murderer can't be rich!"

Liu Wentian was puzzled: "How is it impossible, you don't see that there are clear traces of being turned over here." ”

Su Zhuo smiled and said: "Although the room was turned upside down, the few celebrity calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall were untouched. And there is a lock on a drawer in the counter, which must be a place to put money, but this drawer has not been touched, indicating that the murderer is not seeking money at all. And there was a silk cloth handkerchief next to the corpse, on which there were traces of saliva fluid. There were also several threads between the deceased's teeth, which were of the same material as the cloth. It shows that the murderer used this handkerchief to gag the deceased's mouth so that he could not scream. So it's possible that Sun Xiaoliu didn't hear the shouting. ”

Liu Wentian checked them one by one according to what he said, and it was really good, and he appreciated this young man a little more in his heart. He coughed dryly and said, "Young man, I don't think you have a bad eye, but in which yamen are you on an errand?"

Su Zhuo was secretly funny, and on a whim, he simply played with this official. Thinking like this, he bowed and saluted, "Xiao Ke's surname is Su Mingzhu, just a civilian cloth." ”

Liu Wentian was thinking for a while, but his face was impassive, and he said, "Oh...... Tell me who the murderer is, and why did he turn this place into such a mess?"

Su Zhuo frowned and muttered, "If the murderer is not looking for something, he is trying to cover up something." But what exactly does the murderer want to do?"

He circled around the corpse, and the pile of ashes pressed under the corpse aroused his doubts. Su Zhuo squatted down and touched the ashes, which were already cold. Liu Wentian also saw the abnormality, and hurriedly called the messenger to move the corpse.

There was not only a pile of black ash pressed under the corpse, but also a few lines of crooked blood. Liu Wentian was taken aback and exclaimed: "Blood words! These are the last words of the deceased!"

Su Zhuo frowned even deeper, only to see that the few lines of blood words were actually a few lines of poetry:

Birds convey spring,

Don't get Liaoxi.

A clump of dark flowers,

Ten households are endowed.

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