Liu Wentian listened to the report and hurriedly shouted: "Hurry, hurry, prepare the horse!" and hurriedly walked out. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Su Zhuo stepped forward and said, "My lord, can you let me go and take a look too?"

Liu Wentian had already been impressed by Su Zhuo in his heart, and he obeyed his words. Fang was in a hurry for a while, and forgot to call him, so he hurriedly said: "Hurry up and prepare a horse for Su Gongzi!"

Gude Place is not far from here, just in the northwest corner of West City. The group rushed to the mansion that the errand officer said, and Liu Wentian couldn't help but feel a beat in his heart. The plaque in front of the door reads the word Shen Mansion, although the mansion is not very big, but he recognizes the owner.

Liu Wentian walked in on horseback, muttering, "What's the ...... happened to his family?"

Su Zhuo asked, "What's the matter?"

Liu Wentian whispered: "Brother Su, you first came to Chang'an, and you don't know anything. The name of this lord of the Shen Mansion is Shen Tian, and he is a member of the Qingke staff in the Ninghou Mansion. This Shen Tian is nothing, the key is that Ning Hou Ye can't afford to offend, and this case should be careful. ”

Liu Wentian was still chattering, and the two had entered a hall. Yesterday, Master Chen hurriedly greeted him, and there were a few women in the room who were wearing heavy makeup and were vulgar and cheesy. Liu Wentian was stunned and was surrounded by all the women.

The men snorted and cried, "My lord, our lord died so miserably......!

Liu Wentian couldn't get out of his body for a while, so he couldn't help but comfort a few people, and at the same time, he was also shocked: "What, it was Shen Tian who was killed?" Su Zhuo had already avoided everyone and entered the inner room to see the scene.

It's a study with a row of bookshelves. There is a table by the window, and the window on the left side of the table is closed, and the sunlight shines in, illuminating the room very brightly. In a Taishi chair behind the table, a man in his forties sat on the chair, bowing his eyebrows and bowing his head, already out of breath. There was an opening in the pericardium of his chest, and the blood had long since dried up and clotted.

A servant examines the corpse and measures the shape of the wound. Su Zhuo looked down at the ground and couldn't help but sigh. The blood on the ground flowed freely, and it had long since dried up. But there were a few footprints left on the bloodstains, small in shape, which belonged to the ladies.

Su Zhuo knew that these people must have already entered, and he didn't know to what extent the scene was destroyed by them, but he was afraid that the traces left by the murderer would be difficult to find. He looked around the study, there were not many books in the room, and there were some Shen Tian's articles piled up on the table, all of which were public documents, and they were written in a bullshit manner. He walked to where Shen Tian was sitting again, and the four lines of blood words on the table suddenly came into view:

Endless clouds are always about the situation,

Xuandu view of thousands of peach trees.

Twenty-four bridges on a moonlit night,

Where does the jade teach.

The poem is directed at the corpse, which can only be seen from the perspective of the deceased. Su Zhuo was shocked in his heart, as if he had an understanding, but he couldn't grasp it for a while. At this time, Liu Wentian finally got rid of the entanglement of several women, and when he entered the house, he asked, "Old Ma, how is the inspection going?"

As he looked at the corpse, he replied, "Judging from the stiffness of the corpse and the blood stains on the ground, the deceased was killed between midnight and midnight last night. The corpse had only one wound in the chest on its body, which reached the pericardium and killed him with one blow. The wound was two inches wide and five inches deep, and the back was thick and thin, and it was a short sharp knife. ”

Liu Wentian gasped and exclaimed, "It's the same as Zhao Yan's wound! Could it be the same murderer?"

Su Zhuo replied: "The murderer is the same person! Look at this blood poem, the second sentence is written by Liu Yuxi, and the last two lines are Du Mu's poems. This kind of patchwork can only be done by the same person. ”

Liu Wentian walked over to take a look, and sure enough, it was not true. He couldn't help but scold: "This murderer is really bold, he dares to commit crimes in succession! This person is simply a madman, he has already killed two people in a row for the sake of showing off his knowledge, how many more people does he want to kill?"

Su Zhuo was taken aback, seemed to have woken up, and hurriedly reminded Liu Wentian: "Let's hurry up and interrogate the people in the house!"

Liu Wentian woke up and hurriedly asked, "Who is the housekeeper in the house?"

An old man who trembled slightly stepped forward and bowed and said, "Tell my lord, the old slave Mrs. Song is the housekeeper of the Shen Mansion." ”

Liu Wentian let out an "um" and asked, "Who are the people in the house?"

Mrs. Song hurriedly replied: "In addition to the master, there are three ladies, a son and a daughter in the house, the young lady has been married, and the son went out to play with his friends last night and has not returned yet." In addition, there are eight servants, in addition to the old slave, three maids and maids wait for the wife, a small servant accompanies the son, and three are in the back kitchen. ”

Liu asked Tianqi and said, "With such a big Shen Mansion, there are only a few of you?"

Mrs. Song replied: "My lord often taught us to be diligent and thrifty. Besides, the master is doing things in the Hou Ye's mansion, and he can't be too public. ”

Liu Wentian waved his hand and said, "Don't talk nonsense, who was with Master Shen last night?

Song Taidao: "There was no lady with the master last night. After dinner, the old man returned to the study, and told the old slave that there would be a visitor in the evening, and let me wait in the concierge. Around the end of the day, a young student came to visit. I took him into the study, made tea, closed the door and went out. The old man talked with the man for a long time, and it was not until the hour was over that the man left. ”

Liu Wentian was taken aback, and said in a deep voice: "Come at the right time, leave at the same time as Shen Tian's death! Mrs. Song, do you remember what that person looked like?"

Mrs. Song shook her head and said, "The villain is old, his eyes are a little dazzled, and the sky is dark, so he can't see the person's appearance clearly." But he was polite and a little bookish. He met me in the foyer as he left, and he greeted me and told me to rest early!"

Liu Wentian was stunned for a moment, and said, "Then he should always be able to see clearly when he is tall, short, fat and thin, right?"

Mrs. Song recalled carefully and said, "He is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. ”

Liu Wentian choked, and he was really helpless. Su Zhuo was anxious and asked, "After he left, you didn't go to see your master?"

Mrs. Song smiled, suddenly realized that she shouldn't laugh, and hurriedly said: "When the man left, I looked back at the study, and the master was still sitting by the window reading, so I didn't bother." Besides, the master is often busy until late, and he usually doesn't need me to serve. ”

Su Zhuo didn't want to meet such a confused old man, so he really couldn't cry or laugh. Liu Wentian muttered: "When that person left, Shen Tian was still reading, wasn't he dead at that time?"

Su Zhuo smiled bitterly and saw a candlestick on the right hand side of the corpse, the candle had burned out, leaving a pile of wax oil. When I looked at the other candlesticks in the house, they were only partially lit. He understood in his heart, so he said: "My lord, that person must be the murderer, when he left, Shen Tian was already dead." That night, the murderer blew out all the other candles in the house, leaving only the one on the table. And Shen Tian was sitting in a chair like this when he was killed, so that the candle on the right could just cast a vague shadow on the window on the left. This is the reason why Mrs. Song saw that Shen Tian was still reading at the table, and it can also explain why the other candles in the room are intact, only this one has burned out. ”

Liu Wentian suddenly realized and said, "I see, so that person is the murderer!" But Song Taifang said that Shen Tian already knew that someone was visiting. Could it be that Shen Tian didn't know who the murderer was, and he knew the murderer!"