Song Qingyang's residence is in a narrow alley near the Drum Tower outside the East Gate. Under the leadership of Guan Er, the errand officer finally came to a low bungalow, with grass growing in front of the door, and the courtyard wall collapsed in several places. Two black, lacquered wooden doors, mottled by disrepair, creak with a hand.

Tang Yu dismounted and asked Guan Er, who was arrested by two arresters next to him: "Are you sure, is this here?"

"You can't go wrong. Guan Er hurriedly said, "I stayed here overnight yesterday, drank with Song Xiucai, and left this morning." ”

"So you lead the way. Tang Yu shook his head at Guan Eryi.

Guan Er understood what he meant, led them into the courtyard gate, walked through the small courtyard, and came to the front of the bungalow. He stopped, shouted twice through the door, but no one answered. Guan Er glanced at Tang Yu and said, "Song Qingyang is probably out." ”

Tang Yu walked to the window lattice, got closer, and looked inside, but he couldn't distinguish anything in the black hole.

He turned his head and ordered, "Open the door." ”

The two catchers stepped forward and opened the door with a busy key. Tang Yu stepped in, and there was a long table outside with some scoops and cooking utensils on it. On the other side is the pot stove, and the walls are blackened with oil smoke. Tang Yu stopped, turned around and asked, "I think this is Song Xiucai's bedroom, right?"

Guan Er nodded.

Tang Yu stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the door and probed in, this place was a little bigger than the outside. There was a wooden bed against the wall, the bedding on the bed was messily rolled, and the candles on the bedside had been lit. Next to the bed was a rudimentary bedside table, with several wine bottles upside down, two plates of pickles and a bag of peanuts.

Guan Er walked over and pointed with his finger: "This is the leftover ...... we ate yesterday."

Tang Yu checked it and couldn't help but ask again: "Where will Song Qingyang go?"

"I don't know. Guan Er shook his head, "Usually he drinks at night, but at this time, he is sleeping at home with his head covered, and he will not go out." ”

"That's weird. ”

I had just walked in from a sunny outside, and all of a sudden, my eyes were not very accustomed to the dim light in the room. Tang Yu closed his eyelids, closed his eyes for a while, and it was much better to open them again. He looked around carefully, and suddenly noticed a few black spots on the floor beneath his feet.

Tang Yu didn't say anything, squatted down and dipped his fingers, and put them under his nose to sniff. Eyebrows furrowed.

He looked around.

There was a suitcase pulled out of the bed next to it, the lid wide open, revealing a mess of clothes inside. Tang Yu walked over to the wooden bed, bent down to inspect the ground, the black spots here were even denser. He looked up and said, "Well, how can there be bloody fingerprints on this sheet?"

After speaking, he hurriedly lifted the bedspread, looked at the bottom of the bed, and under that, there was a middle-aged man with protruding bones and a thin middle-aged man!

The forehead opened a bloody opening, and it was impressive.

His pale face had a short beard, his hair was loose, and his hair was stuck to the ground in a pool of dried purple blood. Dressed in plain linen and wearing a pair of soft-soled slippers.

Guan Er stretched his neck, glanced at it, and exclaimed, "This is not Song Qingyang, who killed him?"

One of the catchers quickly rummaged through the open suitcase, found a kitchen knife wrapped in old clothes from inside, and presented it to Tang Yu. The kitchen knife was also stained with black-brown blood. "This looks like a murder weapon. ”

Tang Yu took it and didn't say anything.

Guan Er panicked on the side: "When I left in the morning, he was fine." Laughing. I didn't kill this man......"

"No one said that you killed him, what are you guilty of?" another catcher came up to him.

"What do I have to be weak?" Guan Er gave himself courage, "Don't do bad things for people, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night." ”

Tang Yu looked at Guan Er with a serious expression and asked, "How many of you drank last night?"

"Just the two of us. Guan Er licked his lips.

"Why did Song Qingyang invite you to drink?"

"It's buddy's temper. ”

Tang Yu seemed incredulous: "There is no other reason, don't be busy answering first, think clearly, all your words will be used as evidence in court in the future." It is a crime to perjury. ”

"Let me think about it. Guan Er scratched his ears and cheeks, was confused for a while, and said, "When I was drinking yesterday, Song Qingyang seemed to mention that someone had been looking for him recently and asked about the begging flower in Yunjie Temple. He said a lot, but the man didn't believe it. It can be seen that Song Xiucai is very scared......"

"Did he say the name of this person?"

"Nope. He only said that this person was not small. Guan Er wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

Tang Yu returned the kitchen knife to the catcher and motioned for him to put it away and bring it back. And he asked, "When did you leave here this morning......

"The sun is a pole high. ”

"Be specific. ”

"I can't figure out how specific it is, and there's no timing anyway. Guan Er hesitated, "We were so drunk last night that Song Xiucai threw up, and then swayed and lay down all night." I still have a headache. Song Qingyang later invited me to the tavern in the city to drink again, but because I took half a day off, I was afraid that something would happen in the hall, so I left first. ”

"Where did you go after that?"

"Don't you know what happened after that, we met near the Drum Tower......

Tang Yu's face was unhappy, and he said, "When I ask, you have to answer well." Now you're in for a big deal. Originally, it was just an attack on the police, but it did not cause serious consequences, and the sin may be pardoned. You're a murder suspect again—"

"I didn't kill anyone. Guan Er's face turned pale.

"So do you have witnesses, and who can prove them to you?"

Guan Er was stunned and couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Hurry up and ask Tang Yu: "What should I do here?"

Tang Yu nodded without hesitation and said, "Block the scene." Then go to a person to find the local Lizheng, call two people, and transport the body back first......"

Catch quickly and agree.

A few strong men were brought into the alley of the drum tower, and they came into the house to take out the corpse and put it on a wooden cart. Cover it with a quilt and transport it to the state office. Tang Yu left one person to guard, and did not allow idle people to enter, and then rushed back to the post house with another arrester and Guan Er.

Cheng Liangjia heard that Song Qingyang was dead, and he was so angry that he blew his beard: "I finally got a little clue, but now it's broken, and I have to start all over again." ”

"Not necessarily. Lin Fanghe picked up the book "Walking with the Tiger" from the table, stroked it, and said in a calm tone, "Although Song Xiucai is dead, I am sure that there is still someone who can solve the puzzle." He is the same Miao Hanwu who is now being detained for treatment......"

"Will he tell the truth?" Cheng Liangjia wondered.

"Let's give it a try. ”

Cheng Zhutou was a little deflated: "So you are not sure?

Lin Fanghe pondered for a while and said: "After these days of investigation and the synthesis of various direct and indirect information, we have roughly grasped his life experience. The next thing to do is to open the gap......"