Behind the tall gatehouse is a deserted and dilapidated courtyard. The front yard is empty, the grass grows wildly, and wild foxes are infested.

Feng Letai, Tang Yu and the others entered a corridor paved with blue bricks and walked towards the backyard.

Passing through the aisle is a large courtyard, and the grass in the yard is swaggering, faintly exuding a rotten fishy smell. A hall in the middle of the hall showed the momentum of the high eaves in the past under the sunlight, and everyone didn't have time to take a closer look, so they hurriedly turned into the moon cave door on the right. Tang Yu went up the steps, stopped at the door of the back hall, and introduced, "My lord, where were the two bodies found?"

Feng and Cheng nodded.

Turn the moon cave door, and then there is a warm pavilion with a very high base behind it, and the panes are dilapidated, scattered. The two wooden doors have also been eroded by years of wind and rain and are close to decay. Outside the pavilion is a small garden surrounded by high walls.

Along the wall grows a row of tall locust willow trees.

Lush and lush.

Feng Letai stood firm and looked around, only to see that the outside of the warm pavilion was empty, dark and damp. When a few weasels saw someone coming, they ran in panic and ran into the grass below like lightning. It was as eerie and lonely as a graveyard. He looked up, and there was a dusty plaque hanging above the lintel, and four big characters were written on the plaque: "Flower Rain Small Building".

Cheng Liangjia climbed the stone steps of the Warm Pavilion and stretched out his hand to push open the two doors.

The catchers walked in.

There are almost no furnishings in the warm pavilion except for a few bamboo couches, the walls are empty, and there is no place to store other things. Feng Letai walked over, bent down and gently scraped it on the bamboo couch with his fingers, sent it to his eyes to take a look, frowned tightly, and commanded: "Look, this mat is not dusty, and the pavilion has been cleaned recently, it is obvious that this is by no means a deserted house that has not been inhabited for more than ten years." Everyone should search carefully!"

The crowd answered the promise and scattered in all directions, either looking up at the rooftop, or looking down to search the ground, and kept busy.

Tang Yu squatted down, holding a thin wooden stick, and dialed it under the bamboo couch. In an inconspicuous corner, he found a small cloth bag stained with dust. Tang Yu couldn't hold back his joy, he held his breath, slowly pulled out the cloth bag, picked it up with a stick, and saw that the cloth bag was bitten by a mouse, and a stream of red and black pills poured down from the loopholes.

"Come and see, what is this?"

Tang Yu beckoned to his companions, Lao Lin was close, and when he heard his shout, he moved over. After looking at it for a while, I couldn't figure it out. So he put on his rubber gloves, picked up the pills scattered on the ground one by one, put them back in the cloth bag, tied his mouth tightly, and turned around and put them in the evidence bag.

Everyone searched for a long time, and they were all gray-headed and dirty, covered with worms, and they didn't have much to gain. had to quit the "Flower Rain Building" stupidly.

Cheng Liangjia stood outside the door, patting the dust on his body hard, he saw Xiang Jincheng being the last to get out of the warm pavilion, carrying a black and trembling belt in his hand, so he asked, "What are you?"

"I picked it up, I don't know if it's useful?" Xiang Jincheng shook it off and handed it to Cheng Zhutou.

Cheng Liangjia took a look, but couldn't see why.

Xiang Jincheng bared his teeth, took it, and wanted to throw it away. "Wait a minute. Feng Letai turned back, begged for a moment, and looked at it for a long time. He sniffed under his nose again, then exhaled, and said, "This seems to be a leopard tendon?"

"Leopard tendons, what's the use?"

"All I know is that this thing is tough and resilient. Feng Letai said: "I don't know exactly what to do, but the leopard is tough but not rigid, and it is definitely not good to be a bowstring?"

Everyone talked and returned to the front yard the same way. Cheng Liangjia left eight catchers to guard the old mansion and was responsible for monitoring everything here. Then he led the crowd out of the woods, returned to Tonghui Bridge, mounted his mount, and galloped back to the city with a whip.