When it was done, Liu Wei lowered her head to pack her things, and just listened to the top of her head, the man chuckled and said, "A little injury, it's nothing to worry about. (饭)$(cun)$(小)$(说)$(网) "
Liu Wei didn't bother to pay attention to him, and threw the remaining homemade bandages and golden sore medicine to Xiao Li, picked up the candlestick, and quickly went down the tunnel.
Rong Ling asked Xiao Li to go out with the guards, and he followed.
The front of the tunnel is still easy to walk, but when you walk in, it feels narrower and narrower, but it is still within the range of movement.
Until a section of the road in the middle of the tunnel, the ground is full of gravel, and there are fuzzy finger prints on the edge of the stone wall. Liu Wei can almost imagine how Rong Ling just opened up this road. Break it apart!
For those who practice martial arts, pinching rocks is mostly a trivial matter, but this authentic rock, Liu Wei can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary rock, but marble.
Not to mention the hardness, it is also a whole piece. If you want to split the middle, you must not use too much force to cause the tunnel to collapse. This requires not only hand strength, but also fingers inserted into the cracks in the stone to dig.
When Liu Wei passed by, she saw bloodstains on several stones.
Liu Wei pursed her lips, her expression was slightly cold, and her pace quickened.
But just as Liu Wei took two steps, a big bandaged hand behind her grabbed her small hand and pulled her back.
Because of his strength and lack of defense, Liu Wei bumped his forehead heavily, directly hitting the man's hard chest.
The tight masculine breath lingers on Liu Wei's nose.
Liu Wei frowned, feeling uncomfortable, and immediately wanted to break free, but Rong Leng had already let her go, and said in a deep voice, "I'll go ahead, you follow me."
After Rong Leng finished speaking, he turned around with Liu Wei in his arms, and put her safely behind him.
The sudden embrace made Liu Wei very uncomfortable, and when she recovered, she could only see the man's broad back.
Liu Wei pretended to be unhappy and said: "There is no agency here."
Rong Leng glanced at Liu Wei, and then said: "Be careful." He took her hand and led her inside little by little.
Liu Wei looked at the touching palms of the two, gritted his teeth and said, "You don't find it disgusting when two men hold hands, but I also hate chrome hands." As she spoke, she wanted to shake him off.
But the man stepped up his strength and squeezed her tightly: "Don't make trouble."
"Who made a fuss?" Liu Wei was very upset, but with a bit of shame.
Rong Leng made up his mind to lead Liu Wei away.
In the end, just as Liu Wei thought, there is no mechanism in the tunnel, and Rong Leng finally let go of Liu Wei's hand when he walked into a small room along the tunnel.
Liu Wei deliberately shook it twice, as if trying to shake off Rong Leng's breath attached to her hand.
This is an earthen house, and the inside is very simple.
There are two beds in the room, and the first is the bedding.
This first bed is more life-like than the second bed. At least it can be seen that someone has slept on the first bed, and the quilt has also been used, but the second bed is more like a bed. A cover, but no one used it at all.
Liu Wei opened the mattress, and sure enough, there was a hidden compartment inside, but there was nothing hidden there either.
To be honest, the room is very dilapidated, and the light is not good, so it is difficult for Liu Wei to find more useful things, but Liu Wei was lucky, and found something on the mattress.
"Look." Liu Wei said to Rong Leng, "The pattern on the quilt."
Rong Ling got closer and looked down, because there was only one candle, and Rong Ling had to get very close to see clearly.
Rong Leng's sudden approach made Liu Wei feel uncomfortable again, she smacked her mouth, threw the candle and the quilt to him, let him see for himself, and she backed away a little.
Rong Leng glanced at Liu Wei, didn't say anything, just looked down carefully.
The quilt was embroidered with patterns and words, but it was nothing special. A quilt cover cost a few pennies at most, but the embroidered pattern was a big problem.
Liu Wei said: "Have you ever seen someone embroider the best cloud embroidery on a piece of rags that cost one penny and three feet? There is also the last inscribed word, but any accomplished embroiderer will write it on her own." Under the embroidery, there is a mark that belongs to myself. But the embroiderer embroiders things for the master, and not every master is willing to embroider other people's signatures on their utensils. Therefore, most embroiderers will embroider their names Transformation, hidden in the embroidery pattern, for example, the two characters on it, Sisi, although distorted and unclear, but it is indeed two silk characters."
Rong Leng nodded, and recognized it: "So, this embroidered lady, named Yousi?"
"Since there are two characters for silk, then this person's boudoir name is probably Sisi. However, the older embroiderers don't know how to use double characters. Even if the name is Sisi, at most one signature is Sisi." The characters, the overlapping characters represent girls."
Liu Wei mentioned the quilt, and said: "And this embroiderer is definitely not married, and her age is not more than sixteen years old."
"Why sixteen?" Rong Leng asked.
"Because all of you have misrepresented that an eighteen-year-old woman will have a higher IQ."
"You are?"
Liu Wei squinted at him: "I'm a man."
Rong Leng suddenly said: "Oh, I forgot about it."
Liu Wei: ""
Not wanting to argue with Rong Leng, Liu Wei continued.
"However, this quilt seems to be quite old. It was sixteen years old at the time, but now it should be eighteen or nineteen. Besides, I don't know much about embroidery, but you should be able to find an expert in this field. , I heard that the inheritance of embroidery methods in different regions will be different. Even if it is the same cloud embroidery, the embroidery methods will be somewhat different in different regions. If I guess correctly, this kind of cloud embroidery will probably bring Liaozhou regional characteristics."
Combining all kinds of previous evidence, Liu Wei and Rong Leng have long locked the source of the murderer, including the place where the child was transported, to Liaozhou, Fengzhou, Chongzhou, and Chunzhou.
But now that Liu Wei directly named Liaozhou, Rong Leng was a little curious.
"Why?"
Liu Wei sneered: "Look at this."
Liu Wei picked up a small piece of letter paper that was missing in half from the corner of the wall on the ground.
This piece of letter paper was submerged in the corner of the soil embryo, so it was not easy to be found, but Liu Wei saw it. It was a special piece of white paper, with one end burnt, and it was about the size of a finger.
Because I don't know how long it has been left here, the surface of the paper has been blurred, and many yellow spots have been drawn.
Liu Wei twirled the fragile special paper and handed it to Rong Leng: "I have used the paper used by local people in Liaozhou, which is exactly the same as this one."
Rong Leng took it, and he didn't dare to move too much, lest he crush this tiny piece of evidence with his own strength.
Look at the third prince, a big man holding a scrap of paper so carefully, because a man's hand is bigger than a woman's, so this kind of action, Liu Wei's doing it is nothing, but Rong Leng's doing it looks a little funny and cute up.
Liu Wei couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Rong Leng knew what Liu Wei was laughing at, but just looked at her without saying a word.