Heiyan rolled his eyes at her: "Tsk, do you really think you are my master? Humph! If I hadn't been sealed by you, I would eat you up right now! Humph!" Heiyan also swung his tail, also arrogant and domineering.
"I heard it~~~" Suddenly, Lian Youyou's voice came from behind Hei Yan, "Who still wants to warm my bed~~~~"
Suddenly, Hei Yan's whole body froze in the mist, his eyes widened, his mouth agape, as if frozen in the air. Slowly, his smoke-like figure faded away as the sun broke through the morning mist.
At the entrance of Jiumen, the silence returned to its former state, with only two white lights swaying gently in the light white mist.
Fu Mingsu and Yi Jixuan looked at the skeletons in the yard. Fu Mingsu was not only surprised but also confused. This was Huang Ye's old house. How could a painter be connected to the murder
Whose skeleton did this belong to? Could it be a servant of Huang Ye's family? Among the nobles, it was common to beat servants to death. The family members of the deceased usually did not file a complaint, firstly because they were afraid of the nobles, and secondly, many nobles would give them money to get rid of them.
The yard was surrounded by servants and Fu Mingrui's men. Fu Mingrui was looking at the skeleton intently, while Wu Guang was conducting a preliminary examination.
Wu Guang carefully examined the skeleton and reported to Fu Mingrui: "Sir, there are cracks on the skeleton's skull. It must have hit something hard before death. Based on the cracks, it can be determined that it was not a sharp or blunt object, but a wall or a relatively flat ground."
Fu Mingrui nodded, his expression solemn. Such cracks would appear if one dropped the body to the ground. Therefore, this skeleton could not be considered murdered by him.
Wu Guang continued to examine: "Based on the skeleton, we can determine that the deceased is a male. He was less than eight feet tall when he was alive, and his finger bones are slender and well-proportioned. He is a scholar. Judging from the color and density of the bones, we can tell that the deceased was a young man between 35 and 40 years old."
Yi Jixuan, who was listening nearby, gave a thumbs up: "It's incredible, you can actually tell so much from a corpse!"
"Sir, the initial examination is completed. The detailed information needs to be sent back to the Eight Gates for further careful examination by Yang the Coroner." Wu Guang bowed and stepped aside.
Fu Mingrui nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and looked at Fu Mingsu: "Brother, how old was the Taoist Huangshan when he disappeared?" In the whole haunted incident, there was one person that Fu Mingrui had to pay attention to, and that was Huang Ye who mysteriously disappeared that year. As a former atheist, Fu Mingrui's first reaction to a person's mysterious disappearance was that this person was likely killed.
Even though Fu Mingrui now knew that there were all kinds of mysterious things in this world, even if there were resentful spirits, he would have been killed. As Lian Youyou said, he was in charge of the affairs of the world of the living, and he could not rely on any gods or Buddhas.
Therefore, the mystery of the skeleton in front of him still has to be solved by him, Fu Mingrui.
After listening to Wu Guang's analysis, and because Fu Mingrui suddenly asked about Huang Ye's age when he disappeared, Fu Mingsu began to have doubts. Could it be that his second brother suspected that the skeleton belonged to Huang Ye
If it was Huang Ye, why was he thrown into a dry well
There is no way Huang Ye's family didn't know about dumping waste into the dry well, unless... this was allowed by Huang Ye's family.
"Hiss... I think this case is getting more and more interesting." Yi Jixuan analyzed with great interest, "If the remains are really Huang Ye's, why didn't his family report the death of such a famous painter to the authorities? Why did they have to make up a legend?"
Fu Mingsui was also thinking deeply: "Because his disappearance was so mythical at that time, the price of his paintings increased several times, and now they are worth a fortune." When it comes to selling paintings, Fu Mingsui is an authority.
Yi Jixuan raised his eyebrows: "Is the truth of Huang Ye's death covered up just to raise the price of paintings? No matter how I think about it, I don't think a family of painters would be so smart in business. Even I can't think of this method. Tsk, and as long as the painter dies, his paintings will increase in price. How could his family let him die in such an unclear way?"
"Unless his family knew the truth about Huang Ye's death." Fu Mingsui's eyes flashed coldly, "Or even participated in it."
Yi Jixuan curled his lips and nodded: "No one can guess what happened in the past. Looking at his injuries, could it be that he died from hitting the wall while fighting with his wife? Hahahaha—"
Yi Jixuan's joke made everyone think deeply.
No one could have predicted what happened in the past.
When Fu Mingrui first entered the Eight Gates, he handled an incredible case. The victim in that case fell into a puddle and drowned himself!
Everything at the scene was incredible. First of all, the puddle was on the ground and was only as big as the victim's face. The victim could have easily stood up and drowned in such a small puddle. The family members naturally believed that it was murder.
As a result, after the autopsy, it turned out that the deceased suddenly felt dizzy while walking, and fell forward with his face buried in the puddle, and was drowned alive.
From then on, Fu Mingrui would question the truth he saw before his eyes, because what you see may not be true.
Therefore, this pile of bones in front of us has been buried under the dung for nearly fifty years. What exactly happened in the past, perhaps even the descendants of Huang Ye who are still alive today may not be able to explain it clearly.
However, with the bones, we can arrest the person.
Fu Mingrui looked at Chen Lidao and Chen Chu seriously, and ordered solemnly: "Catch them!"
"Yes!" Chen Lidao and Chen Chu immediately waved their hands and took people to catch him!
"Mingrui, if you arrest people like this, what if they don't recognize it?" Yi Jixuan asked worriedly, "So many people have handled this house, the Huang family can say that someone else killed them."
Fu Mingrui smiled confidently. Before he could speak, Fu Mingsu smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, we can tell how long the body has been buried. The coroner of the Eight Gates is very capable. And we can find more clues in the dry well to prove that the body is from fifty years ago. Fifty years ago, it was when the Huang family lived here. So, don't worry."
Yi Jixuan showed admiration: "It is worthy of being the most powerful government office in the Qian Dynasty!"
Fu Mingrui looked around and said, "Besides, this house has always been haunted. Everyone who wanted to move in was driven away. Perhaps, some clues have been left behind."
Everyone nodded. If the house was haunted, no one would live there. However, precisely because no one lived there, the house remained empty, which preserved some evidence and clues.
"Everyone, pack up and go back to the Eight Gates!" Fu Mingrui gave an order and everyone started to pack up.
Amid the busy figures, a wisp of wind slowly drifted past the crowd, and an invisible black shadow was like smoke and fog. It bypassed the crowd and flew towards the eaves above and behind Fu Mingrui and the others.
Heiyan was lying on the eaves, his mind came back to him, he blinked, revealing a depressed look. (To be continued)