The old man explained from the side: "Master Dong has been dead for too long, and his face is too thin, and it has already rotted to the ground, and only this body is left."
When Gongsun Zhuoyu came, he prepared a pair of silk gloves. He leaned over and carefully observed Dong Qianli's face, and found that the edges of the incision were irregular, and the facial muscles were evenly damaged. Obviously, the perpetrator's knife skills were excellent.
extreme perfectionist...
Gongsun Zhuoyu continued to look down and found that there were several sword marks on Dong Qianli's body, which was the cause of his death due to excessive blood loss. The sword marks are dense, but the deep and shallow cuts are the same, indicating that the murderer is good at martial arts and is good at using fast swords.
Du Lingchun stood aside, covering his nose and mouth with a handkerchief. Since entering the ice room, his frowning brows have not loosened: "How, what did you find?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu shook his head, already aware of the difficulty of the case: "The murderer is extremely skilled in martial arts, and even if he is found, I'm afraid it won't be easy to catch."
Du Lingchun didn't think this was a big problem. Hearing this, his face showed disdain, and he snorted lightly: "There are so many masters in the Jingli Division, can't you catch a mere murderer?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu immediately raised his eyebrows and smiled, feeling that it made sense: "What the company said is very true."
Whatever the other party said, he felt right.
Hearing this, Du Lingchun lowered his eyes lightly, although he did not speak, it was not difficult to see the satisfied expression on his face. Apparently it was very useful for his echo.
Gongsun Zhuoyu walked to the second corpse. The deceased was Guo Han, the servant of the household. Gongsun Zhuoyu lifted the white cloth and looked at it, and found that the wound on his waist was flat, and he also had the same sword marks as Dong Qianli's.
Gongsun Zhuoyu likes to get clues from the crime scene, but these two people have been dead for a while, and one died in the inn and the other died in the brothel. Apart from investigating the injuries, there is no way to obtain too much information.
He covered the white cloth and walked towards the third corpse again. Jingzhao Yin Chu Lianjiang was the most recent of the three, and his body was still intact. He was first killed with a quick sword, and then hanged in the Yamen court.
This kind of case is the most troublesome. The murderer has strong martial arts, comes and goes without a trace, and probably has nothing to do with the deceased. Finding it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Gongsun Zhuoyu took off his gloves and asked the old man, "These three people all received a piece of poetry before they died, are they still there?"
The old man said: "Naturally, it's still there, sir, wait a moment, the old man will find it."
After speaking, he staggered out of the ice room.
Gongsun Zhuoyu took time to look at Du Lingchun, and when he saw his lips turned blue, he couldn't help but say, "Is the company cold?"
Du Lingchun is naturally cold. He is a eunuch, and his body is not as strong as an ordinary man. After a long time, the cold will hit his whole body, and it is inevitable that he can't stand it. Hearing that, he frowned slightly, and was about to say that it was all right, but his cold hand was suddenly held by someone.
"… "
Gongsun Zhuoyu bowed his head a little embarrassedly, held Du Lingchun's hand and said, "I have been practicing martial arts for many years, and I have more blood, so naturally it is not a problem. It is extremely cold here, and the company should not suffer from the cold."
He had the inner strength in his body, and in a matter of seconds he warmed Du Lingchun's hand. At first, I just wanted to warm my hands, but somehow, under the cover of sleeve robes, I unknowingly turned into a posture of interlocking fingers.
Du Lingchun lightly struggled twice, but did not break free, a strange feeling surged up in his heart for no reason. He tilted his head and looked away, scolding in shame and annoyance: Gongsun Zhuoyu, this bastard, came to touch his hand just after touching the corpse!
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't know Du Lingchun's mental activities, but his ears were burning and he rubbed the other's slender fingertips under his sleeve robe, thinking that this hand was really beautiful.
It wasn't until the old man came over with the evidence that they let go as if they were electrocuted, as if they had done something wrong.
The old man said: "Sir, this is the poem left by the murderer."
Gongsun Zhuoyu let out a low cough, saying thank you, and took it over. He thought the poem was written by the murderer himself, but after a closer look, he realized that it was torn from an ordinary poetry collection. The corners are neat, the characters are square and upright italics, and they are soaked in mottled blood.
Gongsun Zhuoyu had a vague outline of the murderer in his heart.
1. Extreme perfectionist.
2. I have read poetry and books, and the literary talent is outstanding, which is different from that of the peddler and the peddler.
3. There is a sense of ritual, killing has its own rules and logic.
4. Strong martial arts, good at using fast swords.
5. Hate the government, or hate the dead. He could clearly stab someone to death with one sword, but he chose the most troublesome method.
6. He is silently provoking the court and will probably do it again...
Gongsun Zhuoyu pondered for a moment, and finally handed the paper back, kept one for himself, and asked the old man, "Can I leave this piece of paper to study and study?"
The old man was a little hesitant and wanted to say that the evidence could not be borrowed, but seeing Du Sigong looking at him sullenly, he immediately changed his words: "Sir, take it."
It's just a piece of paper anyway.
Gongsun Zhuoyu smiled and cupped his hands: "Thank you."
The deceased in a serial murder case must have some kind of similarity or commonality, so they are selected by the murderer. The most urgent task now is to find out what the three have in common, but at present it seems that there is no similarity in physical characteristics except that they are all officials.
Gongsun Zhuoyu and Du Lingchun left the Department of Punishment, but as soon as they walked out of the gate, they saw a man in blue came riding a fast horse, then slammed the reins and stopped in front of the two of them.
The surrounding Xuanyi guards immediately guarded Du Lingchun behind him, and drew their swords to stop him: "Bold, how dare you dash your horse!"
The blue-clothed young man was very bold, jumped off the horse directly, and said with a chuckle: "Everyone can walk on the road, is it possible that all the streets of the capital belong to you, the director of Beijing Law, and there should be a limit to the length of the hand. "
After speaking, as if he didn't see Du Lingchun, he pushed the Xuan Yiwei in front of him and said, "My lord is ordered to investigate the case, and those who stop him will die."
After he finished speaking, he went straight to the yamen of the Ministry of Punishment.
Xuanyi Wei originally only wanted to protect Du Lingchun's safety, but upon seeing this, he didn't stop him, and he drew his sword back to its sheath one after another.
Gongsun Zhuoyu looked back, thinking that this person knew that the guard was from the Jinglu Division, but he didn't see the slightest panic, thinking that he was either rich or expensive. He said that he was investigating the case by order, and vaguely guessed who the other party was, and asked aloud: "Is this person Tang Feishhuang?"
Du Lingchun lowered his eyes lightly, and said without a smile, "It's that idiot from the Tang family."
Since he has already entered the capital, if he wants to come tomorrow, the Holy Master will summon him and Gongsun Zhuoyu.
Tang Feishhuang, a man who is arrogant and arrogant, runs rampant in Beijing, nothing more than relying on his grandfather's power. But he has no intention of becoming an official, Tang Ge is old and old, so he may not have many glorious days.
When Tang Ge died, it was the day when the Tang family collapsed. Tang Feishhuang was frivolous and frivolous, and clearly offended Du Lingchun, a powerful official.
The wildflowers along the road were luxuriant, reaching knee-high. Du Lingchun picked one at random and pointedly said to Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Look at this flower now, but when the flowering period is over, it will be scattered into mud and crushed into dust. share."
After he finished speaking, he threw the flower away, wiped his fingertips slowly with a handkerchief, and got into the carriage. Gongsun Zhuoyu understood the meaning of his words, and thought that Tang Feishuang was a flower, it was clearly a dog's tail grass.
The two of them drove back to the mansion. Gongsun Zhuoyu was planning to go back to his room to study the murderer's next target. Who would have thought that as soon as he and Du Lingchun walked to the door of the study, they saw Song Xitang and Leng Wuyan waiting there with pale and ugly faces, their bodies shivering. , inexplicably pitiful.
Du Lingchun couldn't help but stop when he saw this: "Why are the two gentlemen standing here?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu nodded in the back, also expressing doubts.
When Leng Wuyan heard this, he wanted to say something emotionally, but as soon as he opened his mouth, there was a violent cough. Song Xitang hurriedly grabbed his words, his face was ugly, and his voice anxiously said to Du Lingchun: "Company, the big thing is bad. It's gone!"
Du Lingchun frowned upon hearing this, thinking that something went wrong in the courtroom: "What's the matter?"
Unexpectedly, Song Xitang shivered and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve: "Company, today, Mr. Leng and I went to the teahouse to discuss matters with officials of the Ministry of Rites, and we were halfway through the discussion, when someone put a piece of paper on the table. , with a poem written on it..."
Speaking of this kind of words now, it once made people's feelings change. No one in the capital knew that every time the serial murderer killed a person, he would send a poem with the name of the deceased person, and the person who received the poem, within three days. Must die!
Gongsun Zhuoyu was shocked when he heard the words, thinking that it was not such a coincidence. He was still thinking about who the next unlucky person would be, but it turned out that the lottery was drawn, and it turned out to be the company? ?
Du Lingchun's complexion changed slightly, and he directly drew the paper, only to see Xin Qiji's words "Partridge Sky: Goose Lake Returning to Sickness" written on it:
Pillow Mat Creek Hall is as cold as autumn, Broken Clouds and water come late to collect. The red lotus leaned against each other as if drunk, and the white bird was speechless.
The book is dubious, and rest. A hill and a valley are also romantic. I don't know how weak my muscles are, but I feel lazy to go upstairs.
It happened to coincide with the names of the two of them!
… So the question is, which of them did the killer want to kill
There is no one who is not afraid of death, and Song Xitang is naturally afraid. When he thinks of the death of the three people in front, he becomes more and more nervous, trying to comfort himself, and find someone to verify: "Si... Company... I think this poem is aimed at Mr. Leng is here, we have to prepare early."
Leng Wuyan was already ill, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He reminded in a hoarse voice: "This poem also has your name on it, Mr. Song!" Song Xitang stammered and explained, trying to find a chance: "Only... only a first name, no last name."
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought for a while: "Xin Qiji seems to be from the Song Dynasty?"
Song Xitang was about to cry when he heard this, and almost knelt down to him: "Brother Zhuoyu, you can save me!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu quickly supported him, wanting to say that he has no clue now, but this poem is really tricky, he can't just watch the two of them die.
Du Lingchun also looked bad.
Gongsun Zhuoyu frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said hesitantly, "The murderer is very skilled in martial arts. If he wants to save his life, there is only one way to try now."
Hearing that, Song Xitang grabbed his hand and looked at him with hope: "What can I do?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Go back and find your mother to change your name, the sooner the better."
Song Xitang: "..."
The name of this ancient man is based on the quotations of Aiwen Crepe Crepe. Almost all the names are taken from poems. If you catch a lot of them, you will cause trouble. Calling Song Goudan and Leng Cuihua directly, he didn't believe that the murderer could still find poetry.
The author has something to say: Song Xitang: I am Nima.