God catches no trace

Chapter 7

Wu Village is only three miles away from Wuhu Town.

When it is called a village, you will never see many houses, because in the hilly area, there are one family in the east and one family in the west.

It was nearly dusk when Sang Wuhen and Shui Sheng appeared here.

At this moment, it is time for every family to eat.

"Brother Wuhen, how should I find it?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the last two words, "Four Seas", should be in the couplet in front of the door. Wan Wanxiao is at the end of his life, unable to write the whole sentence."

Shui Sheng nodded and said with a smile: "In remote mountainous areas, there won't be too many special marks to describe which one it is."

Sang Wuhen looked at her smiling, looked carefully, and found that she was very beautiful, with long hair flowing in the wind, and the setting sun slanted, she was really graceful and charming.

"What's the matter, what are you looking at me for?"

He didn't answer, waved his hands to hide his embarrassment: "Let's go."

"Hmm." Shui Sheng seemed to know the other party's mood, so he stopped talking, for fear of saying the wrong thing again.

The two began to search slowly, and after about 10 minutes, they finally stopped in front of a dilapidated house in an extremely remote place.

Weeds are overgrown around it, and green moss grows in front of the door.It seems that no one has lived there for a long time.

On both sides of the only front door, there is a pair of couplets nailed to the earth wall with wooden boards. The couplets are written with the strength of hands: the world is my home and I will end up in seclusion. I would rather abandon famous flowers than envy it.

"This is where he lives?" Shui Sheng was surprised.

Sang Wuhen also looked at a loss, thinking: Is it possible that Wan Wanxiao made a mistake?Is such a house really the place where the fourth brother of the policeman lives?
"Since you're here, let's go in and have a look. I guess Wan Wanxiao won't lie before he dies."

He gently opened the door, and the room was full of cobwebs, and a few chairs fell to the ground in a mess.

A table, already rotten.

Sang Wuhen walked quickly to the middle of the room, only to find that the table had been smashed to pieces with internal force.

Glancing around, he was suddenly horrified to find that there was a pile of white bones in the corner.

The two slowly approached, bent down, and inspected the whole pile of bones. From the hardness and size of the bones, they found that they were adults, with a medium height and a strong physique. They died about seven or eight years ago.

"Could he be the famous catcher Qiu Yi?" Shui Sheng asked.

"Probably right." Sang Wuhen said every word.

"Why so sure?"

"Physically, this person is definitely not a farm worker. Also, this is the place Wan Wanxiao appointed us to find. In addition, it is stated in the file that Qiu Yi was alone when he left the Shangshu Mansion. Several characteristics are related to him. Together, if not him, who else?."

"Brother Wuhen, why did he die in the corner?"

Sang Wuhen flipped the bones lightly, and said, "I was stabbed by the sword and died."

He paused for a while, and then said: "There was a fierce fight here. All the chairs and tables were smashed by Qiu Yi's palm. Among the five famous arresters, his palm skill is the strongest, and the strength of each palm is not inferior. Any top master in the Jianghu. Maybe the opponent's swordsmanship is superb, and they all avoided them one by one. In the end, he cornered the opponent, and then Ling Li stabbed him to death with his sword."

"Your analysis is good, but why did someone want to kill him?"

"Reason?" Sang Wuhen shook his head and said, "At least, we understand one thing. He lived in seclusion here for only two years, and I don't think he would make friends with too many people around him. It should be that he formed a relationship with the murderer during the case." He has a deep hatred, and they are very familiar, if not, who knows him in a secluded mountain village? So Qiu Yi's death was committed by acquaintances (including enemies and people with good relations)."

Having said this, he paused for a while, and then said: "But it's very strange: this person's swordsmanship is by no means comparable to that of ordinary people in the world. If he is really an enemy, it is reasonable to say that even if Qiu Yi did not live in seclusion, he would not be able to defeat him. How could he appear in seclusion? After that, will he come back for revenge?"

"Since we know each other, could the murderer be his friend?" Shui Sheng said suddenly.

"Friend? He doesn't have many friends in the world, could it be..." Sang Wuhen couldn't continue, and the conversation changed: "Check the whole room carefully to see if there are any other clues."

"it is good."

In fact, the house is extremely simple, only divided into two rooms, the bedroom and the main room.

Qiu Yi died in the main room, the area was not big, and the inspection was completed soon, but there was no clue at all.

Entering the bedroom, I saw that the inside was turned into a mess, and a piece of policeman's clothes was thrown on the ground. Due to its age, it was covered with dust.

This situation made Sang Wuhen sigh secretly, "It really is Qiu Yi."

Then there was an inexplicable sadness: one of the five famous arresters of the dignified Kyoto Shangshufu finally wanted to settle down here to end his life, but unexpectedly, he was murdered.

But the mess in the room made him feel that his previous reasoning was a little wrong.

The murderer should not be Qiu Yi's enemy, but came for something.

Maybe he had criminal evidence of a powerful person in the court back then, but he was too weak to fight against this person, so he resigned and went to live in seclusion in a quiet place.

Unexpectedly, the whereabouts were still discovered by this person, so he sent someone Qiu Yi knew very well to ask for the so-called evidence.

Qiu Yi refused to take it out, and the two fought fiercely. After a fierce fight, they were finally killed by the sword.

Thinking of this, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: Prophet Ma, could the death of Wan Wanxiao and Qiu Yi be the same murderer?That is, the person who escaped in the wild bamboo forest, with his swordsmanship, should be better than Qiu Yi.

If so, it would be easy to explain. Back then, the lord discovered that Qiu Yi had collected evidence of his crimes, and out of desperation, he appointed someone Qiu Yi knew well to silence him and find evidence by the way.Whether it was found or not is unknown now.

Eight years later, the lord knew that I began to suspect that Prophet Ma was related to the tragedy of the Luo family, so he sent this person to kill Prophet Ma.My lord is afraid that I will get clues from him.

Everything seems to be very clear, the protagonist is the commander behind the whole case.As for the massacre of Lu Bufan and Shen Aolin, there is no doubt that they are descendants of the Luo family.Because the hidden weapon can only be developed by descendants of the Luo family.

The only thing I don't know is that Shui Sheng's father must know something inside. It should be the lord who sent someone to hunt him down?But why did the descendants of the Luo family want to kill him?
Thinking of this, he looked at Shui Sheng, then shook his head: It's impossible for his father to let her know such a secret.

"Brother Wuhen, what do you think this is?" Shui Sheng suddenly called out.

Sang Wuhen looked up and saw two puppets.

It turned out that she found two people made of wood under the bed board.

"Strange, why are there puppets?"

He took it and looked around, a man and a woman.The female is as beautiful as a flower, the male is resolute and mighty, the carving is lifelike, the workmanship is fine, and the craftsmanship is absolutely first-class.

"Male ~ Qiu Yi, female, may be his confidante, but definitely not a partner."

"It seems that there is no special meaning: Qiu Yi likes this woman very much, so he left the wooden idol as a nostalgia." Shui Sheng said with a smile.

"I don't know for the time being. If you are in love with a person, it is enough to carve one. Why do you carve two?"

"Perhaps Qiu Yi really hopes that the two of them can be together."

"It makes sense."

Sang Wuhen checked all the puppets carefully, but found nothing unusual.

So, handed it to Shui Sheng.

Then, turn around and go out.

Shui Sheng picked up the puppet and put it in his pocket.

Maybe, girls are born to love beauty.Seeing such finely crafted carvings, I couldn't bear to throw them away.

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At noon the next day, Wuhu Town.

Sang Wuhen and Shui Sheng were sitting in a tavern, drinking and eating.

Coming out of Wu Village, he felt more confused the closer he got to the truth.

As for the truth: all incidents and reasoning point to a powerful and powerful man in Kyoto who is called the lord by his subordinates.

As for the confusion: how to find evidence to support the reasoning, so that the lord can obey the law.

And the descendants of the Luo family will definitely kill the last famous arrester now.

But where does the last famous arrester, Xiao Feng, live?
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the street.

"Good boy, you actually robbed me of a girl." Then came the voice.

All I saw was a burly man chasing a thin man.

The thin and small man was extremely agile. In places with a lot of people, he sometimes turned to the left and sometimes to the right. He rushed to the place where there were many people.

The burly man tried to catch him several times, but in vain, he yelled angrily: "If I catch you, I will beat you to death."

"Come on, come on, you can catch it, it's a skill." With a smile on his face, he even made faces at the big man.

This time, the big man was so angry that he didn't care about 21 or the people around the thin man, and rushed towards him suddenly.

Unexpectedly, the little man shrank and retreated behind several people.

With this pounce, they all pounced on others, and all of a sudden, including himself, a large area fell underground.

The little man smiled "hehe" and ran away.

Regardless of the curses of the fallen man, the big man stood up and started to chase.

Sang Wuhen and Shui Sheng were sitting in the shop, and they couldn't help laughing when they saw this scene.

But, surprisingly, neither the street nor the bistro customers were amused by what had just happened.

The two are in doubt.

At this moment, the tavern manager approached and said, "Guest officer, you are foreigners, so you don't know anything about it. A man like this who drinks flower wine and fights for the wind is staged every day. People have long been used to it."

"Drink flower wine? What do you mean?" Obviously, Shui Sheng was young, so he asked such a naive question.

The shopkeeper also thought it was funny, and said in a serious way: "You can go not far ahead, and Muroufang will know."

"Mu Rou Fang?"

"That's right, the proprietress of Muroufang is called Murou. Although she is over forty years old, she is very beautiful. The dozen or so girls in her workshop are also beautiful. Therefore, the business in the workshop is very good. People often drink flower wine as a gift. Fight over women."

"Murou? A puppet?"

Sang Wuhen seemed to realize suddenly.

"Shui Sheng, take out the puppet."

"What?" Shui Sheng opened a pair of beautiful big eyes, "What's the matter with puppets?"

The mouth was asking, but the hand reached into the pocket and took them out.

"Shopkeeper, can you take a look, is it this woman?"

Sang Wuhen pointed to the female puppet and said to the shopkeeper.

"Yes, guest officer, why do you have a statue of her?"

The shopkeeper looked surprised.

Sang Wuhen smiled slightly, took out an ingot of silver from his waist, and handed it to the shopkeeper, "You don't need to look for it."

After finishing speaking, she pulled Shui Sheng and walked out of the tavern.

(End of this chapter)