This woman's identity is unknown, her martial arts skills are extremely high, and she does not appear to be from the Central Plains.

From the smell on her body, Fan Xiaodao guessed that she was closely related to Sun Mengwu's death. Even if she wasn't the one who killed her, she at least knew some secrets. If she could be captured, he should be able to get some useful information. However, she

She has high martial arts skills and comes and goes without a trace, so it is not easy to catch her.

Let's leave it to Zhao Xing. I'm just a handyman. Professional matters should be left to professionals.

Back in Yizhuang, Li Qingniu was lying on the bed and groaning. Seeing Fan Xiaodao come in, he stood up and asked, "Xiaodao, where is my iced sour plum soup?"

Fan Xiaodao spread his hands and said, "No, but I brought you something else."

After that, put the empty bowl in front of him.

Li Qingniu said: "A bowl? What's the use? It can't be eaten."

Fan Xiaodao said: "Look at this bowl, it's big and round. If there is sour plum soup in the future, at least there will be something to hold it in. If not, even if I go to the street to beg for food tomorrow, there has to be someone who can take advantage of it, right?"

Li Qingniu was about to burst into tears, "Fan Xiaodao, you even helped me solve my employment problem. You really thought about me."

Fan Xiaodao waved his hand, "We are two brothers in one generation, so you're welcome!"

Fan Xiaodao told Li Qingniu about his encounter with Xue Yingxiong at the Jingguo Marquis Mansion tonight. Li Qingniu was shocked when he heard what he said, "I didn't expect that our identity would be exposed just when we came to Beijing. How about we clean up and return to Qingzhou to work in our hometown tomorrow?"

He's a bandit, he's pretty good. Why do you have to live such a miserable life in the capital?"

Fan Xiaodao said: "I came to the capital and accomplished nothing. If I, the majestic leader of Heifeng Village, go back like this, won't I make all the brothers in the village laugh out loud? How can I hang around in the village in the future? What's more, I'm already here now.

I successfully broke into the six doors and became a handyman, taking a step towards my goal."

"It's just a handyman. With that little salary, I'm afraid it won't be able to support the two of us."

Fan Xiaodao said: "So, from tomorrow on, you have to go to the streets to beg for food. Moreover, the death of my foster father was a plot by a gangster. No matter what, I will find out the truth and avenge him."

Seeing that Fan Xiaodao was so stubborn, Li Qingniu no longer insisted, "It's just that we don't even have a place to stay now. We can't live in Yizhuang every day and sleep with a bunch of dead bodies, right?"

Fan Xiaodao smiled and said: "I have already found a place to stay."

…

At noon the next day, Zhao Xing, Sun Quande, the six-door gangster, and two assistants came to Yizhuang.

After the body theft the night before, Liumen sent two more detectives to guard Yizhuang. They were already complaining. When they saw Zhao Xing coming to do the autopsy, they were eager to finish the work as soon as possible. After a hurried handover, they disappeared in a flash.

The weather was hot, and Sun Mengwu had been dead for two days. Logically speaking, her body had already rotted. However, under the influence of Tianmoluo's poison, her body still seemed alive. If her head had not fallen off, Fan Xiaodao even thought that she was just asleep.

past.

Sun Wuzuo is in his fifties, has a goatee, is lean, has sunken eyes, and looks a little sick. But according to Zhao Xing, this is the most famous gangster in the capital and has rich experience. He once used clues in corpses to help six people.

The door cracked holds many answers.

The two assistants began to put up the incense burner, hung up the yellow curtain, and prepared other items.

Everything was ready, Sun Wuzuo was not in a hurry, he lit a bag of dry cigarettes and started puffing away the smoke.

Fan Xiaodao asked, "Why don't you take action?"

Zhao Xingdao: "The rules of their business are that they can only do it at three quarters of noon, when the Yang Qi is at its strongest."

Seeing the tools that Sun Wu had made, and thinking that this beauty would be disemboweled in a while, Fan Xiaodao felt sick and wanted to leave, but Zhao Xing held him down and said, "In the future, you will be a member of the Six Doors, and this kind of thing will happen to you often."

It’s better to get used to it first.”

Wu Zuo was inspecting and dictating while his assistant took notes with pen and ink.

When the knife went down, Fan Xiaodao couldn't help but retched.

Fan Xiaodao had done murder before, but doing this to him, using a knife to scratch and scratch people's corpses, finally exceeded the limit of his tolerance. When Zhao Xing saw this, he didn't force him and took him outside to get some fresh air.

As soon as he went out, he heard Sun Wu say: "I found something!"

The two pushed the door open and entered.

Sun Wuzuo was holding a bunch of crumpled letterhead in his hand, "This was found from her esophagus. She must have swallowed it before she died. Fortunately, it did not enter the stomach, otherwise it would have rotted long ago."

Zhao Xing took the piece of paper and read: "The beauty is only in Yaotai, who is planting it everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River? In the snow-covered mountains, the nobles lie down, and the moonlight is in the woods, and the beauties come. The sparse shadows of the bamboos are scattered in the cold, and the lingering fragrance of the spring is hidden in the desert.

Moss. Since I left, there has been no good song. The east wind has been sad and silent for a few times."

Fan Xiaodao asked in surprise: "A poem?" He took a look and saw that the handwriting was crooked and ordinary. "I guess the person's writing skills are average and he has a few other characters."

Zhao Xing looked grave and said: "The key is paper. This kind of paper is generally used exclusively for urgent secret reports by the Ministry of War."

"so what?"

"The key lies in these few other words. In order to prevent the leakage of military information, the imperial court used the method of borrowing words and shifting to convey information. The true content of the information is hidden in this poem. If there is no secret copy, even if the letter is stolen

Even if it is intercepted, there is no chance that it will be cracked. I think Sun Mengwu was killed and silenced just because he saw this letter."

"What is this letter about?"

Zhao Xingdao: "I don't have a secret book, how would I know?"

Fan Xiaodao was still puzzled, "If this is true, how could such a secret report fall into the hands of Sun Mengwu? She is just a singer."

He said to Sun Wu: "Brother Sun, please keep this matter secret and don't mention it to anyone."

Zhao Xing kept sketching in his mind and gradually clarified some of the connections. Sun Mengwu accidentally saw the letter, and she happened to understand the hidden meaning in the letter, which led to the murder. So after the incident, Baihua

Lou also kept urging people to come and ask for the body, which may be related to this letter.

However, how did the other party enter Huang's mansion to commit murder and then leave quietly afterwards?

Fan Xiaodao suddenly said: "Have you ever thought that Sun Mengwu was already dead before she went to the Huang Mansion?"

"Do you have any evidence?"

Fan Xiaodao said: "When a person is poisoned by Tianmoluo, he can retain his appearance when he was alive. However, people from the Huang Mansion said that after Sun Mengwu's carriage entered the other courtyard, no one except the maid Xiaoqing saw anyone.

When she saw Sun Mengwu just now, the expression on her face was exactly the same as what I saw on the long street the day before yesterday, so I guessed that she was dead in the carriage that day. But now Xiaoqing has also been silenced.

, dead without evidence."

Zhao Xingdao: "Then Mr. Lan can be concluded to be a scapegoat. However, if we want to clear his grievances, we must be able to produce conclusive evidence. It seems that we have to go to Baihua Tower again."

The two returned to Baihua Building again.

When Li Baniang heard that they were here again, she looked very ugly and sneered: "How come, you two poor men, how can you still be haunted?"

After being frustrated last time, Zhao Xing held back his anger. He slapped the search form on the table and said, "We want to search Sun Mengwu's room."

Li Baniang mocked: "Do you know who owns this Baihua Building? It's Mr. Saturday! Who's the backer behind it? It's the money consort! Just come and check it out with any dog ​​or cat, then we'll check it out at Baihua Building

There’s no need to do business anymore.”

Zhao Xing pointed to the search order and asked: "Do you know who issued this search order? It's the Ministry of Punishment! What's the reliance behind it? It's the Ming Dynasty Law! The court wants to investigate, and you won't let it go even if you say you won't. Are there any?

Do you put the imperial court in your eyes?"

Baihua Tower has been in the capital for so many years and has delivered a lot of silver to the royal family. Relying on the power of the royal family, it did not take the yamen in the capital seriously. The guests who come to this building are either rich or noble, even the big shots in the court.

Li Baniang often discussed important matters in the building, so Li Baniang didn't take low-level agents like Zhao Xing to heart.

But after all, it was a business, and no matter how big the background was, they had to abide by the laws of the court. If they really met someone who was desperate or serious, they couldn't say anything. Seeing Zhao Xing acting like this, she was a little panicked.

A waiter came to her and whispered something.

When Li Baniang heard this, she immediately changed her face and said with a smile: "We at Baihualou are doing business. Since the two officials want to investigate, of course we have to cooperate. Please come with me!"

…

Baihua Building is not just a building, but a courtyard with three entrances. After all, it is the most high-end romantic place in the capital. In addition to daily business, there are some other courtyards in the back, where some high-end kabuki actors live.

Fan Xiaodao and Zhao Xing followed Li Baniang through the main building. Once they entered the backyard, they saw small bridges, flowing water, flower paths, rockeries, and small lakes. Each path led to a small courtyard with elegant names: Peony Pavilion and Peony Pavilion.

Residence, Rose Garden, etc. Just hearing the name is enough to make people linger.

They stopped in front of a courtyard called "Sword Dance Villa", and a seal was posted on the door.

Li Baniang said: "After my daughter died, I ordered people to seal the other courtyard." After that, she stepped forward and tore off the seal, opened the lock, stretched out her hand and said in greeting: "When I saw my daughter's room, I thought of Meng Wu's tragic death.

It’s inevitable that I’ll be moved by the scene, so I won’t go in.”

The courtyard is not big and has a Jiangnan ancient style. There is a practice room, a reception room, and then a living room and a side room for the maid Xiaoqing.

"A native of Mengwu from Jiangnan, she designed this courtyard herself."

Sun Mengwu's room is clean and tidy, and everything is neatly placed. There is a long sword hanging on the wall. The scabbard is inlaid with pearl agate. It looks brilliant and beautiful, especially the hilt.

A luminous bead on it can make the lights eclipse when performing sword dance.

On the desk, there is a half-read copy of "Huizhen Ji".

Zhao Xing rummaged around in the room, and Fan Xiaodao asked, "What are you looking for?"

"If there is any secret hidden in that letter, then there should be a secret book in her room. If you find this, you can know the cause of her death."

Fan Xiaodao said: "I am more certain now that Sun Mengwu was already dead when we left Baihua Tower."

"Why?"

Fan Xiaodao pointed to the sword hanging on the wall, "If you were to perform a sword dance outside, would you bring your sword with you? Moreover, we did not find her sword in the Huang Mansion."

A smile appeared on Zhao Xing's lips.

"Unexpectedly, you noticed it too. What else did you find?"

"This room has been disturbed."

"How can I see it?"

Fan Xiaodao pointed to the furnishings in the room and said, "Look at the furnishings on the bedside and dressing table. You can see that the owner of the room is left-handed, but the teacup on the table and the sword are hung in the right-hand direction.
Chapter completed!