"Xiao Yi is gone?" Su Zhuo frowned, "What does it mean that is gone?"

Luo Qian said hurriedly: "This afternoon, Xiao Yi came to me and said that she wanted to re-examine the newly discovered female corpse. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info So we went to the yamen where the corpse was parked, Xiao Yi checked for a while, and suddenly seemed to have found something, and ran away in a hurry. Later, she was never heard from again. ”

Su Zhuo said, "Why don't you follow her?"

Luo Qian blamed himself: "It's all my fault." I didn't know what she had discovered, but I left in a hurry when she was in a hurry. ”

Su Zhuo sighed and said, "Although Xiaoyi is not very old, she is very smart. She must have found some clue and went to find the murderer herself!"

Luo Qian was taken aback and said, "You mean...... Could it be ......" He didn't dare to say what he thought in his heart, and he hoped that what he guessed was all wrong.

The words of the two had already alarmed everyone else in the courtyard. Everyone gathered, even Wei Xiu, who had closed the door, opened the door and stood at the door. Su Zhuo glanced at her, and his heart was mixed.

Ling Shuang suddenly said: "I just heard on the street that Luo Zhutou has caught the murderer of the female corpse case, and it turned out to be the flower thief twenty years ago. Luo Qian, don't worry too much. Maybe Xiaoyi is just playful for a while, and I don't know where to run. ”

Luo Qian comforted him and was a little relieved. Su Zhuo's face was solemn, he shook his head slowly, and said in a deep voice: "Although Xiao Yi is still a child, he already knows the importance ......of his actions" He remembered that when he was in the tavern, Duan Lihua wanted to come and tell him what he had discovered. But he didn't listen. If something happens to Duan Lihua, it must be all her own responsibility.

He asked Luo Qian, "Have you been to check the corpse?"

Luo Qian said: "She said that Mr. Su told her that neither of the two female corpses had the fragrance of aphrodisiacs. Moreover, both women were killed when they came to worship Buddha at White Horse Temple. That's all she said and wouldn't say anything else, except that she wanted me to take her to see the body. ”

Su Zhuo pondered for a long time, suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly said: "Take me to see the corpse!"

Luo Qian asked, "What's wrong with the corpse?"

"It's too late to explain!" Su Zhuo said hurriedly, "Let's go!"

Luo Qian also realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly set off with Su Zhuo. Su Zhuo turned his head and glanced at Wei Xiu again, only to see her eyes flickering, as if she was looking forward to it, and she had a thousand words. Although she didn't say it, Su Zhuo already understood. He nodded, and suddenly said, "I will definitely bring her back safely!"

The two came to the big house next to the White Horse Temple, except for the two guards at the door, the others were either searching for the whereabouts of the ancient Buddha, or they were dragging Ji Shu's crazy corpse through the street. There was no one in the house. Luo Qian took Su Zhuo straight to find the corpse.

After a day, there was still no one to identify the body. Su Zhuo lifted the white cloth covering the corpse and asked casually, "Isn't there anyone who has come to claim this female corpse?"

Luo Qian stood aside and replied, "Yes, this woman doesn't seem to have any family anymore. ”

Su Zhuo raised the head of the female corpse, and sure enough, he saw a large black blood spot on the back of his head. He sighed, "Sure enough! How could I not have noticed!"

Luo Qian asked, "What is the problem?"

Su Zhuo pointed to the wound on the back of his head and said, "The scars on the bodies of these two female corpses were all whipped and bitten. The only one who was hit by a blunt object was the back of his head. ”

Luo Qian suddenly said: "They were brought to the woods after being knocked unconscious by the murderer!" The more he thought about it, the more shocked he became, and he muttered: "Xiao Yi found this clue and left in a hurry." The wound is shaped like a ......."

Su Zhuo said in a deep voice: "This is the shape of a hoe!" He pondered for a moment, and suddenly frowned again, as if he had encountered something that he couldn't figure out. After a while, he asked again: "Yesterday, Luo Zhutou sent someone to check the dyeing workshop in the west of the city, did you get anything?"

Luo Qian nodded and said, "There was news yesterday. The woman did work in that dyeing workshop, and her family lived nearby. So Xiaoyi and I asked the place and went to her house to have a look. The west of the city is full of dilapidated earthen houses, if it weren't for Murong Ping, I wouldn't be able to find a place. ”

"Murong Ping?"

"That's right. Luo Qian continued, "And what is even more coincidental is that the home of the first woman who was killed actually lives in that neighborhood!"

"What?" Su Zhuo exclaimed, "They are all neighbors?"

The sky gradually darkened, and there was a dark cloud in Su Zhuo's heart. He was taken aback and blurted out: "Luo Qian, go find your father, come with someone!"

Luo Qian asked, "Where are you going?"

"White Horse Temple!" Su Zhuo dropped this sentence, and the person had already left the house.

His feet did not stop, sweeping the catch at the gate of the White Horse Temple. The two catchers only felt a gust of wind passing by, and when they looked back, they could already see Su Zhuo's back. How could they let him in at will, and hurriedly drew their knives, and shouted in their mouths, "Stop!" and quickly followed.

Su Zhuo didn't have time to pay attention to them, and met a little novice on the way and asked, "Little Master, where is the house where the White Horse Temple usually puts farm tools?"

The little novice was startled, pointed back casually, and said, "It's on the root of the north wall......

Su Zhuo listened to half of the sentence, and the person was already three zhang away. He hurried to the north courtyard wall, and sure enough, he saw a low hut. The hut was not lit, and even the wooden door was open. Su Zhuo swept straight in and looked down. The house was full of messes, and there were some flower hoes, shovels and other tools in a mess.

Su Zhuo picked up the flower hoe, and sure enough, he saw a few black spots on the hoe. It was a blood spot left by blood, and over time, it would turn jet black. There was also a horsewhip on the ground, which was also faintly stained with blood.

Su Zhuo came out of the hut and caught a glimpse of a small door in the corner of the courtyard wall. The door was usually locked, but it was open. Su Zhuo didn't think about it, so he rushed out. Outside was the woods, Su Chu's heart was pounding, and his palms were sweaty.

He ran deeper into the woods, and if he remembered correctly, it was the place where two women had already died. Su Zhuo didn't want a third person to be killed there, and he didn't want this person to be Xiao Yi! The night was getting thicker and darker, and the woods were getting quieter and quieter.

But in this silence, there is an infinite killing opportunity.

Su Zhuo's eyes became bright again. No matter how depressed he was before, at this moment, he finally returned to the sharp and alert Su Zhuo he used to be. Perhaps he had made an unforgivable mistake because of his own self-righteousness. However, he will never do it a second time.

There was still no sound in the woods, but Su Zhuo could already smell a hint of unease. His pace slowed down. The moonlight shone into the trees, casting a dappled glow on the ground. Not far ahead, there was a dark shadow, slowly moving. The shadow was still holding a man in its arms. The man kept struggling, but his hands and feet were tied, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

Su Zhuo shouted coldly: "Murong Ping?!" Please enter the text (to be continued.) )