"If there is a second possibility, Ms. Shi is saying...

"The murderer is actually among the people we investigated, and he almost got away with it?"

The middle-aged female officer asked solemnly.

Rong Zhen nodded, shook his head again, and suddenly asked:

"Could it be possible both ways?"

The middle-aged female official was slightly startled. Before she could ask a question, the cold and cold girl Long Xiu in palace clothes walked to the window and stood where someone had stood before, overlooking the busy street below.

Whispering to himself: "How on earth was it done... The crowd in the bustling city was bustling, and the target was surrounded by guards. All I saw was the head falling to the ground... Could it be that a mythical thing was used, or was it a magician?"

The middle-aged female officer also glanced at a certain man who had fallen into the street and couldn't help but ask:

"Ms. Shi, what level of cultivation does this person think he has? Is he a middle-level Qi Refiner?"

"What level of cultivation is not important, what is important is the way he kills people and the sharp weapon." After a pause, Rong Zhen asked without answering: "Also, why did he kill Zhao Rushi in the street."

The middle-aged female officer frowned.

Rong Zhen lowered his eyes, but there was one thing she didn't elaborate on.

Zhu Lingxu fled and was intercepted and beheaded by Ouyang Lianghan at the city gate.

But according to Rong Zhen's careful investigation after the incident, Zhu Lingxu actually received two messages, one one after the other, within an hour before absconding.

One is the well-known incident in Jiangzhou Hall where Zhu Yuheng led the front army to defect.

This is also what almost everyone believes is the direct reason that promoted Zhu Lingxu's absconding.

Only Rong Zhen knew that there was another piece of news that reached Zhu Lingxu's ears along with the previous one.

It was the assassination of Zhao Rushi in Longcheng.

Looking back afterwards.

Although it is unclear Zhu Lingxu's specific mood at the time, the news that followed may have prompted Zhu Lingxu to make a prompt decision to abscond in women's clothing without hesitation about the authenticity of Zhu Yuheng's story.

He even took nothing with him and ran away desperately, fearing that he would be too late. In the end, he was indeed right. He was faster than the unprepared Rong Zhen and others. If the city gate had not been blocked, they would have been able to escape.

escape.

Therefore, there should be a connection between the two pieces of news, and it was a connection that made Zhu Lingxu immediately think of it, panic him, and march on a dangerous road.

Rong Zhen had met Zhu Lingxu and knew that he was not stupid, but very steady and even cunning.

The one who can force such a smart man to death must be another smarter man.

Rong Zhen doesn’t quite understand this situation.

But I smelled the master's trick.

Because he witnessed with his own eyes the chain reaction caused by the incident between Zhu Lingxu and his son - the Wei family was defeated one after another in the court, the King of Wei returned to the capital in embarrassment, and the Wei family's attempt to use military power for expansion failed again, making all parties gloat at the misfortune.

From a standpoint, Prince Xunyang's Palace in Jiangzhou, Ouyang Lianghan, Prince Xiang's Palace in Luoyang, and even the Liberation faction headed by Di Fuzi all have suspected motives for promoting this incident.

Especially the nearest ones, Prince Xunyang’s Mansion and Ouyang Lianghan.

After all, the secret conflict between Ouyang Lianghan and Zhu Lingxu was well known in Jiangzhou officialdom.

Even on that day, Ouyang Lianghan turned a deaf ear to her, beheaded her and fled in fear of crime, and attacked the guard Zhu Lingxu without giving Rong Zhen any face.

This suspicion is certainly not trivial.

However, judging from the subsequent results, after the matter became fermented, Ouyang Lianghan refused the lucrative position of Commander Shi of the March Battalion after the cake was redistributed.

The entire Xunyang Prince's Palace only got one empty job as Jiangzhou Bijiajia, and in the eyes of a discerning person, it is not known whether it is a blessing or a curse for the Prince of Xunyang Palace, Li Fusu. After all, except for the princesses and princesses, they are all the focus of Her Majesty the Queen.

The men of the Li clan who are "taken care of" seem to have a bit of bad luck, and good fortune and misfortune may depend on each other.

After the public beheading incident at the city gate, Ouyang Lianghan, who took the lead in Jiangzhou Hall, took charge of the follow-up and finishing matters, without harming the concubines and servants in Zhu Lingxu's house, and even most of the generals appointed and dismissed by Zhu Lingxu.

He treated them leniently and showed no sign of taking the opportunity to cleanse the "remnants".

Many people were summoned to hear the news, but only a few were sent to jail.

During the entire finishing process, the thunder was loud and the raindrops were light.

Except for the tragic death of Zhu Lingxu and his son, it didn't affect a few people, and even a fraction of them, the female officer Caichang, took action.

It can be said that it is not at all in line with the chilling atmosphere of "the troubled times".

This doesn't look like a public revenge at all.

It's more like... helping to wipe the butt and covering up.

What's more, if we infer from the perspective that the person with the greatest benefit is also the person with the greatest suspicion.

The one who is most suspected is Qin Jingqin, who is rushing to Jiangzhou at high speed.

Wei suddenly resigned in disgrace, and was recommended by his wife to obtain the much-anticipated position of General Manager of the Jiangnan Road March.

This old general, who had been idle at home for many years, made a successful comeback and quietly reaped the benefits.

It's a win.

So, if it was really Ouyang Lianghan who did it, what was the purpose of making wedding clothes for others at such a thankless job, risking being targeted by them, the court, and the palace investigation agency, and making him look sexy?

Just because your hands are itchy, do you want to kill the old fox Zhu Lingxu for fun, make dumplings for a plate of vinegar, and feed other passers-by?

Or is it... some kind of belief and truth that Rong Zhen can't understand?

By the window, the girl in palace clothes looked coldly at the busy and bustling streets below and shook her head.

She didn't believe that there were people who had no selfish desires.

Just like Ouyang Lianghan's drastic measures to provide disaster relief and flood control in Longcheng County,

Didn't his outstanding political achievements in turn enable him to become famous all over the world, become a water conservancy master recognized by both the government and the public, and be promoted to Jiangzhou Governor, and even join the Xunyang Prince's Palace where he has the opportunity to rise?

But from this point of view, Ouyang Lianghan's suspicions are much reduced.

Rong Zhen frowned slightly, nodded slowly, glanced at the five scraps of paper in the red cloth bag, and asked the middle-aged female official directly:

"What did you find with this new confetti clue?"

The middle-aged female officer shook her head guiltily:

"It's because my subordinates are not good at studying. The scraps of paper still cannot trace the murderer. There is also the smell of unknown sharp weapons.

"However, these scraps of paper with ink stains on them are obviously part of a certain piece of paper. Although it is impossible to find the entire piece of paper, I still sent someone to investigate the source of the corresponding paper and ink. This can be traced back to one or two, but we just need to

waste time……

"The reason why I invited the female historian here this time is to let the female historian try... to see if she can catch this cunning guy."

Rong Zhen didn't say anything. He stretched out his white palm and took the red cloth bag.

Five scraps of paper fell into her hand.

I saw the girl in palace clothes by the window clenching her fists, closing her cold eyes, keeping silent, silently pacing around the table, turning in circles, following a certain pattern.

The middle-aged female officer did not dare to rush and waited honestly.

At a certain moment, Rong Zhen suddenly stopped, turned his back to the middle-aged female officer, and shook his head:

"The source of the aura cannot be traced. This person probably has the method of concealing the aura. There is no trace of the aura left in the murder weapon, just like an ordinary artifact."

When the middle-aged female official heard this, she immediately showed a look of disappointment. Even the female historian, who is a high-ranking sixth-grade woman and a golden boy, can't do it...

"but."

Rong Zhen suddenly spoke, and when he turned around, he saw that she had not opened her eyes, she still clenched her fists and closed her eyes coldly:

"I saw something else."

"What?"

"Wenqi...is a word."

After saying that, the girl in palace clothes immediately opened her eyes, still holding five scraps of paper in one hand, spreading the empty red cloth on the table with the other hand, lowering her head to spread it flat, she concentrated on the order without looking back:

"Get the ink."

No need for a pen.

The middle-aged female officer was full of energy, disappeared, and after a while she got an inkstone.

Five scraps of paper have been placed in different positions on the flat red cloth by Rong Zhen.

The middle-aged female officer stared intently, unable to see clearly how the cold and cold girl in front of her acted.

But most of the ink in the inkstone was missing.

On the red cloth, there is an additional poem, with fresh ink marks.

"Is this a song, Butterfly...Lianhua?" The middle-aged female officer read it quickly and said in surprise.

Rong Zhen was also startled for a moment, frowned and thought softly:

"The Yue girl picks lotus by the autumn water, her narrow sleeves are light and she reveals her golden necklace... She picks flowers in the shadow of her face, and her heart is only tangled with threads... The wind and waves are late at the beach of Yuchi, the fog is heavy and the smoke is light, and the companion who came when she came...

…The faint sound of singing returns to the distant shore, and the sadness of separation leads...to the south bank of the Yangtze River.”
To be continued...