Gongsun Zhuoyu did not laugh at Song Xitang. Humans, there are people who are not afraid of death, especially those who chase fame and fortune, naturally they will cherish their lives more and more. He walked into the room and took a seat at the table: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Song, I came to ask Mr. a question."
Seeing that it was not the murderer, Song Xitang felt a little more at ease, and reluctantly threw the small knife in his hand to protect himself, and walked to the table: "Brother Zhuoyu, what do you want to ask?"
Du Lingchun also wanted to hear what they had to say, so he looked up casually.
Gongsun Zhuoyu asked, "Today, you and Mr. Leng are in the teahouse discussing with the officials of the Ministry of Rites. How many people are there? How do you sit?"
Song Xitang thought for a while: "There are six people in the private room on the second floor."
Although the Ministry of Rites was Qingshui Yamen, its status was high. In addition to being responsible for receiving envoys from the vassal states and court etiquette, it was also in charge of the imperial examinations. Song Xitang and Leng Wuyan were not familiar with them at first, but they were ordered by Du Lingchun to explain some secret things.
Leng Wuyan on the side was drinking tea, but after listening to Gongsun Zhuoyu asking two questions one after another, he didn't know what to react, and stopped subconsciously.
Gongsun Zhuoyu really said: "How many people are there? What are their names?"
As soon as he said this, Song Xitang also reacted, his expression was startled, and he was about to speak, but Leng Wuyan had already answered first, saying a long string of names: "Liu Yiming, Kang Wenxian, Baiqiu..."
After reading these two words, he suddenly silenced.
In Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky, Goose Lake Returns to Disease and Begins", the two sentences, "The white bird is silent and worried about itself" and "One hill and one valley are also romantic", just account for these two words. It's just that Song Xitang, out of instinct, saw his name for the first time, and subconsciously thought that the murderer was going to kill them.
Now that I think about it, it is very likely that the murderer is not going to kill them, but the official named Baiqiu from the Ministry of Rites!
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Jingjie drums have been beaten, it is curfew time, and every household is closing its doors. Except for the watchmen who were still walking in the streets, the surroundings were completely empty.
Gongsun Zhuoyu and others rode their horses all the way to Baiqiu's house, but they saw that the door was closed and no one was there to watch the night. He stepped forward and knocked hard on the door, and it took a long time for someone to come over.
"Who, in the middle of the night..."
The door opened with a creak, and someone stuck out a head from inside, which seemed to be a servant of the White House. Jiading rubbed his eyes, he was still confused, but when he found out that there was a team of Xuanyi guards standing outside, his mind instantly came to his senses, and he took a half step back in fright: "You, you... Who are you?!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't bother to explain to him, so he pushed open the door and walked in, looking around, observing the surrounding environment: "The Jinglu Division has ordered to investigate the case, where is your adult's bedroom?"
Jiading was stunned, and forgot to answer for a while. Shi Qianqiu was impatient, and directly pressed his scabbard against his shoulder: "Come on, where is your adult's bedroom?"
Before waiting for the servant to answer, Gongsun Zhuoyu suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood wafting in the air, and his face changed. He searched all the way, and finally found that the smell of blood came from a study. He didn't care so much, and kicked the door open.
"boom-"
The carved wooden door can be easily damaged, not to mention that it is not locked inside. Everyone rushed into the study, only to see a man in his forties or fifty years sitting quietly behind the desk, with sword marks staggered on his body, his head lowered, and blood dripping down, soaking the floor tiles under his feet.
Gongsun Zhuoyu hurriedly stepped forward to check, but found that the person was exhausted.
When Jiading saw this scene at the door, he was so frightened that he stumbled out and shouted in panic, "No, no, no... it's not good! The master is dead! The master is dead!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu touched Baiqiu's neck and immediately said to Shi Qianqiu: "The body is still hot, and the murderer hasn't gone far. Master, please take someone to search around!"
Shi Qianqiu is an old river and lake, and he has some experience in chasing people. He walked out of the study and saw a shoe print on the white wall on the right. "You wait for me here!"
There are too many people chasing, but it is wrong.
Against the background of the night, a dark shadow was rushing through the streets. Shi Qianqiu was walking on the roof, which was condescending and easy to search. His keen eyes found that a black shadow flashed in front of the right, the long sword came out of the scabbard, and flew directly and stabbed in the past: "Take your life!"
Shi Qianqiu doesn't really want the other party's life, but he's just used to it.
The man in black heard a gust of wind in his ears, and instinctively ducked sideways, but he was still hit with a sword in his right arm. His face was covered with a black cloth. He probably didn't expect that there were such masters in the yamen. He shouted in a low voice, "What a fast swordsmanship!"
Shi Qianqiu didn't talk nonsense with him, and his shot was as fast as lightning, and he wanted to capture this person back to Gongsun Zhuoyu. The man in black also used a fast sword, and he didn't avoid him when he saw it. He directly fought with him, and his speed was only a little inferior to that of Shi Qianqiu.
The man in black was injured and his strength was invincible. When he made a move, he actually recognized Shi Qianqiu's swordsmanship, and sneered coldly: "Everyone said that 'a sword has no shadow' disappeared in the rivers and lakes and disappeared without a trace, it turned out to be a swordsman. The imperial eagle dog!"
Shi Qianqiu's quick sword attacked him in the face: "Xia uses martial arts to violate the ban. If you do this, I am afraid that it is not as good as me, the court eagle!"
He didn't want to take the life of the man in black, so he didn't do his best, and he reserved all his moves. Who ever thought that the other party would take a direct blow, stab Shi Qianqiu at the cost of self-injury, and then sprinkle a ecstasy in his sleeve, dodging and fleeing while Shi Qianqiu was dodging.
On the Bai Mansion's side, Gongsun Zhuoyu is doing an autopsy.
In addition to the sword wound, the first three corpses will be punished by the murderer more or less, but no other traces were found on Bai Qiu's body. Gongsun Zhuoyu was horrified when he saw Baiqiu's death, and blood was running down his jaw. He opened his chin thoughtfully and saw that his mouth was blurred with blood and his tongue was smashed with a sword.
Gee.
Although Gongsun Zhuoyu could perform an autopsy, it didn't mean that he liked to close Baiqiu's mouth in front of a pile of rotten meat, got up and went to the outside world.
In the middle of the night, there was such a commotion, but the whole Bai Mansion was disturbed. Baiqiu's eldest wife and the third wife's concubine were crying outside, and the veil was wet with tears. If Xuan Yiwei hadn't stopped her, she would have rushed in immediately.
"Master, master, how can you die so well, how can you live without our orphans and widows..."
"Master, if you leave, why don't you take your concubine with you, and stay in the world to suffer in vain..."
When Gongsun Zhuoyu came out, he looked outside and saw that the ladies were crying more than each other. I thought to myself that this little old man Baiqiu had a pretty good body. He married so many wives, but it was a pity that he died early, and the blessings of the Qi people were difficult to enjoy.
He went outside to investigate, and finally found a clear footprint left on the white wall. While ordering someone to get a measuring tape, he used his fingertips to measure the size of the shoe print on the wall.
In a sense, the length of a person's foot is proportional to their height, about one to seven. The taller a person is, the larger the shoe size will naturally be. Assuming that the length of a person's bare feet is x, then height = 6.876X.
The shoe prints left by the murderer on the wall have clear lines. They are the most common cloth shoes in the market. They are about the same thickness. Measure the thickness of ordinary shoes, and then subtract the difference between the inside and outside of the footprint, and you can get the barefoot length.
Although this method is not necessarily accurate, unless it is a special case, the calculated answer will not be too different.
Gongsun Zhuoyu traced the shoe print on the wall with paper, and after calculation, he finally roughly estimated that the murderer was about 1.82 meters tall.
Not long after, Shi Qianqiu came back. He was obviously very annoyed about letting the murderer go, and he put the bloody long sword into the scabbard with a clang: "My lord, I'm incompetent, let him run away."
Gongsun Zhuoyu was already mentally prepared. If the murderer was really easy to catch, he wouldn't have to investigate the case himself: "Has Master played against him?"
Shi Qianqiu nodded when he heard the words: "He was covered, but his right arm was injured by me."
Gongsun Zhuoyu's eyes lit up: "Did that person ever speak, Master's estimate of how old he is?"
Shi Qianqiu recalled for a while: "Listening to the voice is a young man, when he was fighting, he used a left-handed sword."
Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Huh? Left-handed? Could it be because Master injured his right arm?"
Shi Qianqiu shook his head: "It's not like, his left-handed swordsmanship is proficient, and his speed is extremely fast. It is obviously practiced for many years. If you change hands temporarily, it will not be so handy."
Gongsun Zhuoyu could not help hissing. So far, four people have died. If the news spreads tomorrow, I'm afraid it will be another storm. If the emperor hadn't been staring at this case, he really wanted to fool around and pull it down as an unsolved case.
"Forget it, it's not early, let's go back first and check it out tomorrow."
Gongsun Zhuoyu returned to the company's office. After bathing and changing his clothes, he should have slept, but for some reason, he didn't feel sleepy at all.
Gongsun Zhuoyu tossed and turned on the bed, and seeing the bright moonlight outside the window, he simply got up and walked to the study. He lit a candle and placed it at the corner of the table, picked up a pen and dipped in ink, and began to organize the information he had collected over the past few days.
The murderer is a young man, 1.82 meters tall, left-handed, with a wound on his right arm, good at using a long sword, hating corrupt officials, and a perfectionist.
Well…
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought about it, in fact, this information is enough for them to check. In the past few days, the gate of the city has been strictly investigated, and only entry is allowed. The murderer is injured and must still be in the capital. Tomorrow, he will lead troops to search from house to house. If you are lucky, you may be able to find it directly.
He put down his pen, remembered something, and picked up the two papers sent by the murderer. One piece "Sends Xin Jian from Furong Tower", one piece "Partridge Sky: Goose Lake Returns from Illness", and there are two other pieces, "A Thousand Years of Autumn. Beyond the Sand by the Water" and "Farewell to Dong Da", which should be in Tang Fei Cream in hands.
The paper is new paper, and the ink is new ink, apparently torn from the same new book.
Gongsun Zhuoyu also studied hard in the cold window and read hundreds of books. He recalled carefully, and vaguely remembered that he had read a "Miscellaneous Poems", which included these four poems from different dynasties at the same time.
Although the bookshelf at the back is full of books, it is a decoration at first glance, and it has not been moved. Gongsun Zhuoyu took the lamps and candles to search one by one, and found that he didn't have what he wanted. Thinking of the huge wall of books in Du Lingchun's study, he simply turned around and left the room.
All sounds are silent, the small garden is silent. However, the company's mansion is heavily guarded, and there are still guards patrolling. Gongsun Zhuoyu went all the way to the door of Du Lingchun's room, raised his hand to knock on the door, but was afraid that he would fall asleep and would not let go.
Wu Yue held his sword and stood guard in the dark, when he heard someone approaching, he opened his eyes like an eagle. Who would have thought to find out that it was Gongsun Zhuoyu, he hesitated for a moment, or decided to pretend he didn't see it, and turned his back calmly.
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that if Du Lingchun fell asleep, wouldn't he disturb people's dreams. After several hesitations, he put down his hand and prepared to go back. However, when he walked to the rhombus window, he saw some faint candlelight, pushed open a crack with his hand, and looked inside.
This window is facing the study room. Du Lingchun is sitting on the chair of the Grand Master, and is writing something down with a pen. It looks like an account book, a thick stack. After finishing the last page, he finally closed the pen, but keenly felt a line of sight beside him, he turned his head and looked at it, just in line with Gongsun Zhuoyu: "..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu was lying on the window sill, with bright eyes, like a cat poking its head. He was a little embarrassed when he was found, and he raised his hand and said hello, "Hi, company."
Du Lingchun: "..."
Wu Yue finally found out that something was wrong, and his expression changed slightly, he rushed forward and grabbed Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Master Gongsun, how can you learn to pick flowers and cut windows!"
The author has something to say: Wu Yue (sadly): You shameless scum!
Gongsun Zhuoyu: ? ? ?