Dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty, I was working as a detective in Chang'an

I can confirm that this wardrobe must have a mezzanine, because the high-quality Huanghuali wardrobe uses a very cheap Paulownia wood back panel, and it is nailed on randomly. I tapped the back panel with my fingers, and there was an empty "bang bang" sound, which confirmed that the wardrobe had a mechanism.

I called the fat man and said, "Fat man, there is something behind this closet. I wonder what secrets are hidden inside. Do you dare to open it?"

The fat man's greasy face was expressionless, and his voice was trembling as he said, "Guess what I thought of?"

"Lin Wan'er's head!" Fatty and I said in unison.

Suddenly, I felt that the light in the room had dimmed, and the yellow paper charms all over the wall were rustling in the wind, which was even more chilling. I took out a small hammer from Fatty's bag and started to smash the back of the wardrobe.

Although Fatty and I were prepared, when we opened the back panel of the wardrobe, we were stunned by the scene inside.

I saw a pair of empty eyes, which seemed to be staring at me!

To be precise, it was Lin Wan'er's head! It was packed in a square box made of crystal. There was a light yellow liquid inside, like an antiseptic potion. Because it had been soaked in the potion for a long time, Lin Wan'er's head was a little swollen, her hair was floating in the potion, and her eyeballs had become It protrudes outward and is turbid. No black eyes can be seen. The mouth is slightly open. I don't know whether it is cursing or crying. The marks on the neck were not made with one cut, but with one cut after another. It was really cruel.

I was really frightened, my legs felt a little weak, and I felt sick in my stomach. The fat man was calmer than me. He came closer and looked at it carefully for a while and said: "She was beheaded after she was dead. The person who beheaded her was not very strong, so it took a long time, and it was half-way through." Changed tools.”

"Ah, you can see this, it's amazing!" I began to admire the chubby and greasy Zheng Xiaodong in front of me more and more.

"Look carefully at the shape of the wound on her neck. There are two completely different places. It should have been cut with a knife at first. It felt more laborious, and then she chopped it directly with a machete."

"What a damn pervert! Cutting off a person's head after death. How much hatred does this have against Lin Wan'er? You said that the murderer is relatively weak, so should he be a woman?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe he's a weak man."

The fat man wrapped the box containing the human head in cloth and put it in his bag. We walked out of Lin Wan'er's room. Because we had said hello in advance, no one came to watch. Everyone in the embroidery building hid. It happened that these girls were not allowed to see Lin Wan'er's head, otherwise, they would have made a huge fuss in the building.

We came to Chunjiao's room, which was still the same as yesterday, with no trace of being disturbed. I pointed to the writing on Chunjiao's desk and said to the fat man: "There is ink in Lin Waner's fingernails, and Chunjiao can write with a brush. Can you see if the ink is from Lin Waner's fingernails."

The fat man picked up the unground ink on the table, smelled it, and said, "It's not hers. The ink in Lin Wan'er's nails is a tribute, so it has a very special fragrance, and the ink she used is just ordinary."

I picked up the unfinished pieces of writing on her desk and looked at them carefully. There was only one word written on the paper: Zhi.

Zhi? What does that mean? Sesame? She's not a foodie, right? Is it a person's name? So who is this person named Zhi, male or female?

"This should be a man's name." The fat man also looked at it and said.

"How do you know, maybe she wants to eat sesame seeds?" The fat man rolled his eyes at me and said, "Look, these pieces of paper only have the word "zhi" written on them, and there are some ink smudged marks on the paper. It must be tears.”

"Maybe it's saliva?"

The fat man said bitterly: "You are just a bastard. Have you ever seen anyone drooling so much for sesame seeds? Look at these pictures and they all have such traces. And have you ever seen any foodie who is so thin? Hers There isn’t even a bite of snacks in the room, which shows that she doesn’t like to eat.”

I smiled and said, "The atmosphere here is really weird and depressing, so I'll tell a joke to relax."

"What a bad joke."

I laughed and started looking through other things in Chunjiao's room.

Chunjiao must be a woman who loves life very much. In addition to pens, ink, paper and inkstones, there are several small clay figurines on her desk. They are all very naive. I picked up one and looked at it carefully.

This is a clay figurine that looks like a little boy. It is very realistic. He is holding a kite in his hand and smiling brightly. Next to the little boy, there is a clay figurine of a little girl, with two braids that tower into the sky, holding a large handful of small wild flowers in her arms, a little shy, and blushing.

I said to the fat man: "Chunjiao must have had a childhood sweetheart. Look at this little clay figure and the words she wrote. Is it the man named Zhi?"

The fat man said: "It's possible, but the man definitely doesn't love her anymore. If a woman writes a man's name repeatedly, in most cases, it means that the man has given up, but the woman still hasn't given up. .”

"It seems you know women very well."

“Relationship consultants are often bachelors, giants in theory and dwarfs in practice.”

We carefully inspected Chunjiao's room several times, but found no more clues. So I planned to call everyone in Yijiangnan to conduct interviews to see if there were any valuable clues.

When we got downstairs, there were already people standing there, including the embroiderers and the servants. They were all whispering, and they seemed to be watching the excitement without taking it too seriously. It was true that there were three women in one drama.

When I came among the people, I asked, "Has anything strange happened in this building recently?"

When the embroiderers heard this, they immediately exploded and said, "Lin Wan'er's room is haunted! It's so scary."

"It's haunted, what's the matter?"

"Ever since we found out that Lin Wan'er did not get married and went to Suzhou, but died, we could hear crying in her room every night, but the door was locked from the outside. Once during the day, someone brave came in, I saw the talismans all over the wall, and you said it wasn’t haunted, and then we didn’t dare to go there.” A boy said.

"Sister Chunjiao must have been killed by Lin Waner, so she died in Lin Waner's wardrobe. Chunjiao bought this wardrobe for her."

"Aren't they good sisters? How could they take Chunjiao's life?" I asked.

A thin embroiderer with a small voice and a bit of timidity said: "They are not as close as they appear to be. One day I heard them quarreling in the room. The quarrel was so fierce that the shopkeeper even beat Wan'er. But they got back together soon."

"Then do you know why they quarreled?"

The thin embroidered lady shook her head and said, "I don't know, it's probably not for money anyway."