After a while, Yan Niang came back to her senses.
"Mr. Ji asked what this is for? We have renovated it here."
"But the pattern hasn't changed, has it?"
"Then... it didn't change."
Ji Yunshu simply said, "Take me there."
"Now... in?" Yanniang was surprised, her tongue knotted,
But Ji Yunshu had already stood up, "It's important to handle the case, please lead the way."
Although Yan Niang was extremely reluctant, she held the Yamen token in her hand and dared not lead the way.
He had no choice but to lead people over with trembling.
The room was at the end of the third-floor cloister.
There were two locks on the door.
An old rusted lock!
A new lock just locked!
"That's it." Yanniang said.
"Open."
"Master Ji, there's nothing in here, it's just a warehouse for storing things."
"Open it."
Yan Niang sighed and had to find the key and open the door.
The moment the door opened, there was a burst of cold air and the smell of rotten wood.
Choking people's nose wrinkled.
Except for the ray of light refracted from outside the door, which should shine on the interior of the house, all around the house was pitch black.
It was broad daylight, but it was so dark inside that there was no light coming in, and the windows were nailed to death by wooden boards, and there was no gap.
Not even mosquitoes can fly in.
At this time-
Shi Zijin took out the fire book from his waist, accurately found a candlestick somewhere in the house, and quickly lit it.
The house slowly lit up.
It really turned into a warehouse, and things were piled up everywhere, and everything was in a mess.
Ji Yunshu looked sideways and asked Yanniang, "Is Ye'er's things still there?"
"Yes, some of the things piled up in this room belong to her, beds, tables, chairs, hangers and screens. They are all there anyway, and I didn't dare to throw them away. You know, people died so tragically, things she used during her lifetime. If it is lost or burned, this... If something strange happens, then I will not do this business, but it will not affect the business, so I can only seal the house and turn it into a warehouse. Fortunately, she is a singer, not our girl who entertains people, so the room arranged is also biased. At the end, it does not affect much, but for peace of mind, the window is nailed and the door is locked. "
While listening, Ji Yunshu took the candlestick from Shi Zijin's hand, took a few steps inside, put the candlelight in front of the pile of debris, moved it little by little, and moved it to the red wood big bed.
The bed was full of rotten things, broken copper and iron.
The light moved further to the side, and then moved to a screen with beautifully carved patterns.
I don't know if it was because of lifting or being pressed by those things. One corner of the screen was a little worn, revealing wood chips in the red paint, and there were a few scratches on the side.
Because she couldn't see clearly, she moved the candle further forward, and then reached out and touched the broken corner of the screen. Only then did she find that it turned out to be a triangular top corner that was inlaid, and it could be removed directly. .
She removed it, flipped it left and right in her hand, and then saw the scratch clearly. It didn't look like it was left by someone's fingers, like it was scratched by sharp claws.
He asked in his mouth, "You here, used to have cats?"
Yanniang nodded, "I have raised a few, and they are all liked by those girls."
"At that time, who raised the cat that died in Miss Ye'er's house?"
"It was raised by Shui Lian. At that time, the cat died, and she cried for a while. Let's talk about it, Ye'er can commit suicide by herself. Why did she strangle the cat?"
Sighed.
Ji Yunshu didn't tell Yan Niang that Ye Er was not a suicide. She handed the top corner to Shi Zijin, walked to the windows that were nailed to death, and tapped the board a few times with her hands. down, shaking a few times.
"Have someone take the board apart."
"Take it apart?" Yanniang said quickly, "Master Ji, I'm in the business of buying and selling. There was an accident in the house, so I deliberately had the window nailed down. You want to open it... It's really embarrassing!"
"Just open it and let me take a look. After reading it, you can have it nailed."
"That's fine."
Yan Niang breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly called a few people over to open the window.
Because the nails are too dead, it took a lot of effort to disassemble.
The house finally saw light.
Ji Yunshu stood in front of the window, stuck his head out and looked out, there was an alley behind, because this room was located on the third floor of Zhichun Building, which was very high. Looking down from the top, the back wall had nothing to support it. Point, unless you know martial arts, those who know light skills can turn down from here.
But... what about that cat
There was a lot of fog in her heart, and she went around, still on the cat.
If the murderer wasn't Qiao Zihua, then the murderer must have hid in the house ahead of time. When he left, he jumped out of the window, so when Qiao Zihua woke up, he said that the originally closed window was open.
Where did that cat come from
Unless, after the person who knocked Qiao Zihua out jumped out of the window, someone else came in, and the cat slipped in too.
Thinking of this, she was a little unclear.
He turned around and asked Yanniang, "Can I see the water lotus girl?"
"Can."
He readily responded, and immediately found someone to call Shuilian over.
Shuilian stood at the door with her graceful body twisted, holding a black cat in her hand, but she refused to come in.
He hummed a few times into the house.
"My previous cat died in it, and I don't want to go in there."
Well, if you don't come in, then I'll go out, okay
Ji Yunshu stepped in front of her and asked, "Do you still remember the day Ye'er died three years ago, why was your cat in this room?"
"How do I know? The business was very good that day. I picked up several guests and kept the cat in the backyard. How did I know it would appear in Ye'er's house? A good cat died like this. I raised it. It's been a while." Shui Lian's teeth tickled with hatred when she thought of the death of her beloved cat.
Ji Yunshu thought for a while and didn't ask any more.
"Nothing, I'm leaving, there are still guests waiting." Shuilian hugged the cat and turned away.
The cat suddenly jumped out of her arms.
The little body scurried about under the feet of the hurried crowd.
I don't know who suddenly stretched out a hand, pinched the cat, and held it in his hand.
"Meow~"
The little meow screamed in pain, shaking its four claws everywhere.
Seeing this, Shuilian hurried forward, snatched her beloved cat from the man, and then scolded the man fiercely.
"Cripple, if you dare to hurt my cat, I'll kill you."
The person who was called a dead lame was a janitor in Zhichunlou, in his thirties, with feet of different heights, wearing a turtle slave hat, but more than half of his hair was exposed on the left side. Half of his face was covered, and the exposed eyes were extremely gloomy, like the eyes of a cat. If you stared at it for a long time, it would make people shudder.
The man bowed his waist, his face was gloomy, and he left without saying a word.
Ji Yunshu happened to see this scene, she stared at the back of the wiper, her eyes dropped, and she saw a few shiny things, like tiny silver needles, from the sleeve of the lame man's right hand. .
But it is thicker than a silver needle.