Warm fragrance cloud around

Mo Shubai's studio is on the second floor of Danqing Pavilion, and the room is full of alcohol. Lin Junnuan pinches his nose and lays on the door frame, unwilling to enter. Cheng Jiangyun glances coldly at the shopkeeper: "Have someone prepare some buckets of cold water."

The shopkeeper gave Lin Junnuan an apologetic look, hurried down the stairs, and soon directed two sturdy men to carry a large bucket of well water upstairs.

Cheng Jiangyun dragged Mo Shubai out of the studio with a cold expression, scooped up a scoop of cold water with a wooden ladle and poured it straight on his face. His movements were so decisive that Lin Junnuan had no time to stop him.

I don't know how much wine Mo Shubai drank, pouring a ladle of cold water on him didn't wake him up, Cheng Jiangyun also made up his mind, and directly dragged his head into the bucket, and after splashing a few times in the bucket, Painter Mo finally regained his sanity a little bit.

"Has he always been this... addicted to alcohol?" Lin Junnuan asked the shopkeeper in a low voice.

The shopkeeper's face was also quite ugly, and he swallowed a few times before replying in a low voice: "It's usually normal, but every few days of the month, I always get drunk. Unfortunately, you caught up with me today."

After being woken up by the cold water, Mo Shubai groaned in a low voice for a few moments, then he was slightly stunned for a moment when he saw Cheng Jiangyun with a cold face in front of him, and then he saw the shopkeeper behind him: "Shopkeeper Min, who are these people? What happened?"

Only then did Lin Junnuan take a serious look at this painter Mo.He is about 27 or [-] years old, wearing a loose blue-gray robe, his white and weak hands are exposed between the wide sleeves, his long hair is randomly tied in a bun at the back of his head, and after all this tossing, he has long been disheveled and thin. With a shaggy beard on his face, this slovenly appearance fits the image of an "artist", but he doesn't know what kind of heart is hidden under this skin.

Cheng Jiangyun didn't pay much attention to politeness. After signaling the shopkeeper and the guys to back down with his eyes, he took out the portraits of the deceased and said straight to the point: "Do you know these people?"

Mo Shubai glanced at the portrait lazily: "So what if you know it, so what if you don't know it?"

"Be honest!" Cheng Jiangyun patted Mo Shubai's shoulder heavily, "Human life is a matter of heaven, and you cannot be fooled!"

Mo Shubai looked at him and paused, then smiled suddenly: "I don't know what capacity you two are asking me for?"

"Ah," Lin Junnuan hurriedly pulled away Cheng Jiangyun who was looking anxious, and explained: "He is from Dali Temple, and we are here to investigate the case, investigate the case!"

Then he snatched the portrait of the deceased from Cheng Jiangyun's hands: "Master Mo, think about it carefully, have these people ever asked you to paint?"

Mo Shubai took the portraits, flipped through them one by one, and nodded towards Lin Junnuan: "It's true, they are all my guests."

Sure enough, Lin Junnuan glanced at Cheng Jiangyun, but saw that he was still staring at Mo Shubai with his eyes in a daze, so he continued to ask, "When they came to ask for a painting, were you the one who received them personally?"

"I just do the painting, and other people are responsible for the reception."

"Do you know their family names, which family they are from?"

Mo Shubai shook his head frankly: "I never knew."

"Who took the portraits?"

"After completing the portrait, I only need to hand it over to the buddy, and I don't know the rest."

"Apart from painting, have you ever had contact with them?"

"No."

"Four days ago, that is, where were you on the night of the twelfth, and what did you do, can someone prove it?"

"Should live alone at home, with no one to testify."

"What about the fifth day, and the eighteenth day of last month, 24th? Where are you?"

"It's either at home, or in a studio or a tavern. It's been too long, so I can't remember clearly."

Lin Junnuan sighed helplessly. Although she asked a series of questions, she hardly got any effective clues. She had to admit that she really didn't have the talent for interrogation.

But one thing can be confirmed, this painter Mo is definitely not a simple person, and the series of questions to her just now answered almost instantly, without even blinking an eyelid. This kind of reaction ability is not possessed by everyone.

She had no choice but to cast her eyes on Cheng Jiangyun for help, only to see Cheng Shaoqing's eyes were angry, but his tone was shockingly cold: "Do you know where these people are now?"

Mo Shubai shook his head, his expression unchanged.

"Dead, they were all killed!" Cheng Jiangyun slapped the wooden railing beside him, and said in a deep voice: "The matter is of great importance, you'd better not hide anything!"

Mo Shubai's eyes moved slightly, he looked up at Cheng Jiangyun, but still didn't say a word.

"Now you are the biggest suspect in this case. Follow me to the government office for investigation later. This studio and your residence will be searched. Do you have anything to say?"

Mo Shubai nodded, shook his head again, and said softly, "Okay, I'll go and explain to the shopkeeper first."

Taking advantage of the time when Mo Shubai was leaving, Cheng Lin and Cheng Lin entered the studio. Lin Junnuan lightly punched Cheng Jiangyun with his elbow: "Do you know Mo Shubai?"

Cheng Jiangyun looked at her indifferently, without speaking.

Lin Junnuan didn't care about him, and continued to express her opinion: "Cheng Shaoqing's behavior was too obvious. Under normal circumstances, after discovering the key suspect, he would have to investigate secretly before taking action. How could he just rush to the door to startle the snake like this now? In my opinion, you not only know each other, but also have a normal relationship, right?"

Cheng Jiangyun looked down at the calligraphy and paintings on the low table, but still ignored her.

"He poured water on people, glared at them, and almost beat them with his hands. Cheng Shaoqing is too impatient today. He has provoked you before? Hey, let's hear it!"

Cheng Jiangyun threw the scroll on the table and said expressionlessly, "It has nothing to do with you."

Lin Junnuan couldn't help rolling her eyes: "Why is it nothing to do with me? I was regarded as a suspect by you, so I was forced to get involved in this case. Now that a key suspect has appeared, I can't ask a few questions?"

Cheng Jiangyun turned around, turned his back to her and said coldly: "Now your suspicion has been cleared, you can go."

"Hey, do you still have any humanity, you don't want to cross rivers and tear down bridges like this!"

Lin Junnuan was also a little angry, and pulled his arm back with all his strength, and was about to curse a few words, but all the anger was blocked in his throat.

"You, are you crying?"

"no!"

Cheng Jiangyun turned around and wiped his face. When he turned his head, his usual indifference had resumed. He looked at Lin Junnuan with a murderous look, which made her subconsciously hug herself tightly.

"It's none of your business here, go back."

Cheng Shaoqing, who had returned to normal, continued to chase people away with a cold face, without any intention of explaining at all. Because of the chilly atmosphere, Lin Junnuan didn't have the guts to continue asking questions, so he laughed twice and said: "Yeah, That's right, the room smells too strong, and I can't smell anything, so I just left, goodbye, goodbye!"

After she finished speaking, she didn't dare to take a second look, and ran out of the studio. She couldn't be blamed for being timid, but Cheng Shaoqing's eyes were too scary. If she stayed for a moment longer, she might be murdered.

However, the previous scene was definitely not an illusion. Cheng Jiangyun who was turned around by her was not only stunned, but tears were clearly shining in the corners of his eyes.

Alas, in this world, no one has any secrets to tell. The two of them are not familiar with each other, so there is no need to ask the bottom line and exchange shallow words.

After walking out of the studio, Lin Junnuan was also relieved. Compared with the two or three past events between Cheng Shaoqing and Painter Mo, the most important thing was the murder case in front of him.Now the only point of intersection of the four deceased is Mo Shubai, could he be the real murderer?Or, is he just an insignificant bait thrown by the real murderer?

Now I can only hope that the people in Dali Temple can investigate more useful information from Mo Shubai. Thinking of Cheng Jiangyun's abnormally out-of-control performance when facing Mo Shubai, Lin Junnuan couldn't help but feel a little worried.

I ran too fast just now and forgot to take the case file. I don't know if it's too late to go back now?

***

After leaving Danqing Pavilion, Lin Junnuan went straight back to Uncle Chengyi's mansion, lazily basked in the sun in the yard for a while, and then Chuntao came back in a hurry.

"Have you met Ahua?" Lin Junnuan took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and asked inarticulately.

Chuntao nodded again and again: "Yes, he asked me to bring a message to the master."

Lin Junnuan's eyes lit up: "What news?"

"Ahua sent people to talk to Heihu and his group, saying that Huaniang met a generous guest on the Shangsi Festival and gave him 50 taels of silver. After sending him away that night, Huaniang invited the brothers to drink liquor."

"Have you found out who that guest is?"

"It is said that he is a stranger in his 40s. He is dressed quite luxuriously. He seems to be the butler of a wealthy family. He stayed in the bride's room for half an hour before leaving."

"Has that man ever come to see Hua Niang again?"

"No, it happened just once."

The stranger who only appeared once, only stayed for half an hour, but paid 50 taels of silver, which did sound a bit suspicious.

"Any other clues?"

"A boy said that he had seen the guest a few times and remembered that there was a big mole on his right cheek, but the rest is not clear."

Chuntao lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then said: "Ah Hua also mentioned a very strange thing."

"what's up?"

"I heard people say that when the moon is full, Hua Niang will lock herself in the room and often have nightmares."

On the day of the full moon, the [-]th or [-]th, could it be that Hua Niang suffered some stimulation or saw some terrifying sights on the night of the full moon, so that she has always had a psychological shadow?

Today is the sixteenth day, and a light flashed in Lin Junnuan's mind, thinking of Mo Shubai lying drunk in the studio, and what the owner of Danqing Pavilion said, "Every few days of the month, I will always get very drunk. ", Counting the days, it is also ten 56.

Hua Niang is afraid of the night of the full moon, and Mo Shubai got drunk at the 56th meeting. Is there any connection between this, or is it purely a coincidence?No, there are so many coincidences in this world. It should be said that there must be some kind of connection between them, which is very likely to point to the key to this case.

At this moment, Lin Junnuan wanted to find someone to share her opinion. Cheng Jiangyun's figure appeared in her mind, and she quickly pushed her away. No, no, that Cheng Shaoqing doesn't seem to be a tolerant person. Today she I accidentally ran into his ugly crying, now it's better not to catch up with him and make people hate him.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Junnuan took a pen and paper and wrote down the names and addresses of the other three deceased. Although she couldn't bring back the file, fortunately she remembered the key information in time.

"Let Ah Hua continue to inquire, and also inquire about the news of these three people by the way, pay attention to the movements at Dali Temple, be smart, and don't leak the news."

All she can do now is to wait quietly for the results of Cheng Jiangyun's investigation of Mo Shubai.

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