"Hands up."
The woman expressed her gratitude and hurriedly said, "Young master, would you like to go to the humble house to sit down and drink some water?"
Ji Yunshu: "Thank you for your kindness, but you don't have to. I have something to do later, so I won't go in to disturb you."
"If that's the case, then don't send it."
She smiled and nodded, smiled at the little girl, and turned to leave.
Unexpectedly—
The little girl suddenly grabbed her hand, raised her head and said enthusiastically, "Brother, don't leave, let's watch the sand rain together."
"Sand rain?"
"Yeah, a very beautiful rain of sand." Her hand drew an arc in the air.
The woman hurriedly said, "Master, don't listen to the nonsense of the child."
Xin'er: "Mother, I'm not talking nonsense, it's true, that night when I went out to the thatched hut, I really saw the rain of sand, and the brother Liang next door also said that he saw it, Xiner didn't lie, if you don't believe me, ask Brother Liang. ."
"You child, why is there sand falling on this day? You are wrong."
"That's right, it's true." Xin'er pointed in the direction of the Confucius Inn and muttered, "I really saw it, the rain of sand flew from there, floating in the sky, very beautiful."
Uh
Ji Yunshu followed the direction of Xin'er's finger and looked at the window of the room where Jiao Shiniang was killed.
At that time, she also saw sand on the windowsill. Could it be related to the "sand rain" that Xin'er said
Woman: "Son, don't listen to the child's nonsense. The child always thinks about some messy things. It only rains and snows in the sky, and it is impossible for sand to fall."
"Yeah!" Ji Yunshu smiled, then looked down at Xin'er and asked, "Did you really see the rain of sand?"
"Um."
"when?"
"In the middle of the night." The child couldn't tell the exact time.
Ji Yunshu asked again: "Then do you remember, where was the moon at that time?"
"On top of your head."
That is about the same time.
"Did it float from that direction?" Ji Yunshu pointed at the Longfu Inn.
"Yeah." Xin'er nodded affirmatively.
Ji Yunshu is thoughtful, sand? Sand on the windowsill? The sand on Jiao Shiniang's body
What the hell do those sands mean
Her sudden actions and questions made the woman suddenly vigilant, thinking that this person is a good person, shouldn't he be a bad person? He subconsciously pulled his daughter behind him and said in a not so good tone,
"Master, if you don't want to go to the poor house, then you won't send it."
Eviction order!
Then dragged the little guy into the house.
The door closed with a bang.
Ji Yunshu didn't care too much, and kept staring at the window.
A question suddenly popped into my mind, did the murderer really take Jiao Shiniang out of the inn to kill him
But if not, why is there no blood in the house
The murderer... how did he do it
The groom saw her in a trance and shouted, "Master Ji?"
She came back to her senses and her thoughts were interrupted!
"Master Ji, do you want to leave?"
"Let's go."
She got into the carriage, thinking about her guess all the way.
That night, she sat in the yard, holding the cow ghost mask taken from Jiao Shiniang's face in her hand.
The oil paint on the mask reflected the reddish candlelight, and it looked even more terrifying at this moment!
It was like a lifelike, bloodshot bull head staring at himself with eyes the size of a gong.
She was not afraid at all, but she was more and more fascinated by her admiration!
Even though it was hot in the summer of eighth day, but luckily it was windy at night, and there was not much pollution in ancient times, and no matter how hot it was, it was impossible to fry a raw egg.
A few more trees were planted in the yard to enjoy the shade. The leaves swayed gently in the wind, rustling and blowing in the air, bringing some coolness.
The little girl leaned on the pillar, and Ji Yunshu stared at the mask as long as she stood there.
Yawn again and again.
Eyelid fight!
His head leaned against the pillar and narrowed slightly.
"Bamboo basket." Ji Yunshu suddenly called out.
When the little girl heard this, she suddenly became energetic, trotted in front of her, and asked, "Miss Ji, what's the matter? Do you need anything?"
She shook her head: "it's very late, you go to rest."
"But… "
"Don't worry about me, you just go to rest first, and I'll go back to the house by myself after I sit down."
Bamboo basket yawned again, covered his mouth, and looked tired: "Miss Ji, I'll go back to the house first, if you have any orders, just call me."
"Um."
After the girl went back to sleep, Ji Yunshu sat in the yard for a while.
Unconsciously, the hour came.
She looked up at the sky, and the white moonlight just fell on the top of her head, very round.
"Sand rain at all times?" she murmured.
There are so many things that I don't understand in this case.
When she thought about it further, Naoren was in severe pain, and she supported her head and rubbed her temples. She managed to get better, and then she went back to the house.
The next day, she woke up early and fell into infinite distress again.
At this time, the sun has already risen three poles.
Very hot!
Bamboo basket came in with a small fan and a bowl of cold cake in his hand.
"Girl, on such a hot day, eat a bowl of cool cakes."
The cold cake was cold and turned into a white mist lingering on it.
She took a spoon and scooped a spoonful into her mouth, and the cool feeling washed away the heat from her body.
"Did you go out to buy it early in the morning?"
"No, I bought it yesterday."
"Yesterday? Why is there an ice cellar in the house?"
Bamboo basket said, "There is no ice cellar in the house, we refrigerate it ourselves."
Um
Ji Yunshu was curious: "Without ice, how can it be refrigerated?"
"Use sand."
"Sand?" "That is, take two wooden buckets of different sizes, fill the bottom of the big bucket with sand, put the small bucket in, and then pour sand into the edge slit between the two buckets, and then add some water to mix it. , and then put the cold cake directly into the small bucket, cover it with a cloth, just like putting it in the ice cellar
So, it's not surprising that you don't know, sir, we're the servants of all these things. "
Bamboo basket crackling explanation!
Ji Yunshu was shocked and stunned.
"Boom, boom!"
The spoon fell loose and fell into the bowl.
"I see!"
She stood up suddenly!
Bamboo basket froze for a moment, "Miss Ji? What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"
"It's not that you said it wrong." She grabbed the hand of the bamboo basket and said happily, "You helped me solve a thing that I couldn't understand."
"Ah? What's the matter?"
"Wait when I come back and invite you to eat cold cakes."
"what?"
Bamboo Basket was stunned.
Ji Yunshu stepped out and bumped into Jing Rong who came in.
He asked, "Where are you going in such a hurry?"
"Department of punishment autopsy."
…
A quarter of an hour later, Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong arrived at the punishment department and went straight to the autopsy room.
Before going in—
Ji Yunshu did not know where to take out a piece of ginger dipped in sesame oil. "Open your mouth."