Tang Dynasty detective

Guanlan College invited "Ghost Saber Master" Mo Zhiqiu out of the mountain, and soon found out the cause of death of the deceased.

All the deceased had dirty complexions, white lips, and black base of tongues, which are typical signs of poisoning.After careful inspection by Mo Zhiqiu, these people were not simply poisoned to death, but were injured by a hidden weapon.

It was an extremely thin silver needle, no more than an inch long, as thin as a hair.All the deceased were killed by three needles, without exception.

The silver needle seals the throat and penetrates deep into the skin. The wounds are arranged in a triangular shape on the neck, which just seals three deadly blood vessels. After careful inspection, three dark spots of blood coagulation can be seen, which are so small that they look like mosquito bites and ant bites. It is a general operation, and it is easy to ignore such details.

The silver needle was cunningly used, it was inserted into the neck of the deceased, it was just in the soft part of the skin, it was not easy to find the needle inside when you stretched out your hand to press it.

Hidden weapons are inherently difficult to control, and those who can use hidden weapons are masters, and those who can control such a small silver needle with perfect accuracy are definitely the best of masters.

Zhang Yuqing laid a piece of coarse cloth on it, held a silver needle and looked at it repeatedly, "Senior Mo, have you ever seen this kind of hidden weapon before?"

Mo Zhiqiu said: "The old man has never seen it, and even, he has never heard of it."

There are very few sects that use needles as hidden weapons in Jianghu. The only famous ones are Pengcheng Cuimen and Xichuan Webster. Pengcheng Cuimen uses iron needles, which are shaped like thin nails. There are more than a dozen silver needles of this size. Xichuan Webster uses silver needles, but they are also much stupider than this kind of silver needles.

Zhang Yuqing put down the silver needle and said, "This man is good at using hidden weapons and poisons. It seems that one person committed the crime."

Mo Zhiqiu signaled his apprentice Douzi to take his tools, and said: "You young man, you are really smart, I like it, why don't you follow me, I'm sure you will be ten thousand times better than that stingy Feng Anran."

Zhang Yuqing cupped her hands in thanks, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment, senior, Yuqing is ashamed."

Mo Zhiqiu said: "Your errand~ How much did Feng Anran pay you?...Needless to say, I know you have rules, Feng Anran is really cunning and cunning, using the rules to fool the younger generation, hmph, this trip of the old man must make him feel bad Not for the last three years."

Mo Zhiqiu and Feng Anran are old acquaintances, they used to be colleagues in Dali Temple, Mo Zhiqiu is an old urchin, and they would tease Feng Anran whenever they met.

As a junior, Zhang Yuqing really didn't know how to deal with this old urchin.

When Di Jinghong heard this, he whispered from the side: "Senior Mo, this time I got the token to leave the mountain, and brother Yuqing will help me out of righteousness."

"You?" Mo Zhiqiu looked at Di Jinghong twice, his movements were extremely exaggerated, with obvious suspicion, he had actually seen Di Jinghong a long time ago, but he deliberately ignored him.

Anyone else would definitely feel that this kind of scrutiny is an insult, but it is obvious that Qiu is despising him.But Di Jinghong is no one else, he has a thick skin and is used to strange eyes from his seniors, peers, and some juniors.

Zhang Yuqing lowered his head in embarrassment and fiddled with his sword. Di Jinghong continued to explain nonchalantly: "Yes, it's me. The dean personally assigned me the token to leave the mountain." .

Mo Zhiqiu showed displeasure on his face, and snorted again, "Feng Anran actually assigned the token of leaving the mountain to a trash who fainted. It's unreasonable. No wonder this stingy iron rooster took the initiative to increase the salary of the old man this time. It turned out that the old man Helping him teach his apprentices, he is really good at counting."

Mo Zhiqiu looked down on Di Jinghong because he fainted.In Mo Zhiqiu's eyes, a person who fainted from a dead body is not worthy of investigating a case at all.

It's true that only Mo Zhiqiu can do it if you don't like it, and call someone "trash" face to face.Even if he was as thick-skinned as Di Jinghong, he was somewhat embarrassed, after all, he was still in front of Zhang Yuqing and Liu Boen.

Seeing this, Liu Boen bowed his hands to Mo Zhiqiu and said, "Senior Mo, do you think the murderer is Si Tianjian Wei Luo?"

In fact, Liu Boen can't ask Mo Zhiqiu this question. Mo Zhiqiu only cares about the autopsy and doesn't care about solving the case, but in this embarrassing situation, someone needs to rescue Di Jinghong.Zhang Yuqing didn't talk much, and stood aside without saying a word, while Liu Boen came forward.

The three things that Liu Boen likes to do the most - like to investigate cases, like to paint, and like to help Di Jinghong out of siege.

Sure enough, Mo Zhiqiu was very interested in this issue, and he didn't seem to expect that people from Guanlan College would discuss the case with him.

Mo Zhiqiu is good at autopsies, Feng Anran is good at detectives, detectives look down on autopsy, autopsy doesn't look down on detectives, detective's dream is like autopsy's good at autopsy, autopsy's dream is like that of detective Generally good at detecting cases.

Liu Boen raised his eyebrows lightly, and gave Zhang Yuqing and Di Jinghong a wink. Zhang Yuqing lowered his head and pursed his lips, and Di Jinghong pretended to be listening humbly.

Mo Zhiqiu said: "This man Wei Luo, I have met him once, but I have never seen that he is such a ruthless person. Moreover, it takes three hours to ride a horse from Chang'an to Shuangxi Mountain. If he disappeared at Xushi, how did he come to Shuangxi Mountain in the middle of the night to kill people?"

Di Jinghong clasped his hands exaggeratedly, and said in a loud voice: "Senior Mo is right, this junior is taught." After speaking, he respectfully bowed three times.

Mo Zhiqiu's expression softened slightly, he said "Mm", and said, "I'll take a step first, the autopsy minutes will be delivered later." After speaking, he walked away.

The three brothers Di Jinghong hurriedly followed, and sent Mo Zhiqiu respectfully, all the way to the gate.Mr. Mo has a big temper, so he has to try his best to coax him, otherwise he won't be able to invite him if he encounters a problem next time.

Zhen Ziyu followed Miao Guangyi to the town to deliver medicines, and heard many rumors about the murder case along the way, Zhen Ziyu said: "No, let's go and see." I heard that the case is related to Si Tianjian Wei Luo, although He clearly knew in his heart that this Wei Luo was not the Wei Luo he had known, but for some reason, he still wanted to find out.

Miao Guangyi is at the curious age, and he also wanted to take a look in his heart, "Okay, it's still early, let's go and see what's going on."

The two came to the post-mortem office and saw that there was a good thing and people were watching at the door.

"The master ghost sword is out!" The crowd was noisy, whispering in twos and threes.

"The ghost sword master has come out!" Miao Guangyi stood on tiptoe and searched among the crowd.

"Ghost Saber Master?" Zhen Ziyu stood on tiptoe, not seeing anything.

Miao Guangyi gave a thumbs up, and said: "Mo Zhiqiu, the ghost knife master, is the most powerful coroner in the world today, and no one can match him." Seeing that Yen Ziyu was struggling to look at him, he relied on his height and strength to stand out among the crowd. Squeezing out a gap, he said in his mouth: "Please let me out." To open the way for Yen Ziyu.

Yen Ziyu followed Miao Guangyi to the inner circle and petrified in place for a moment.

"Immortal, that's the ghost sword master! Immortal, what's wrong with you?" Miao Guangyi waved his hand in front of Zhen Ziyu's eyes.

Yen Ziyu lost his mind.

He didn't see any "Ghost Sword Master", he only saw Ghost Nine.The man was wearing a Tang Dynasty costume, with his hair tied up, his paws resting on another young man's shoulder, and his eyes were still beckoning.

Ghost Nine's hair band fluttered with the wind and hit the face of the man beside him. He turned his head and smirked at him with an extremely flattering gesture.

Yen Ziyu clenched his fists tightly, his face was livid, his cleanest eyes were full of anger, and for the first time in his life, he didn't care about his image at all, and shouted with all his strength: "Ghost Nine! Get out of here! "

I have worked so hard to find you, but you are here to hook up and deal with it at home!

"..."

After a sudden roar, the noisy crowd fell silent for an instant, and all eyes were on Yen Ziyu.I saw a man with disheveled hair, a messy beard, and strange clothes, glaring at Mo Zhiqiu and the others, as if he had deep hatred.

Zhang Yuqing was saying goodbye to Mo Zhiqiu, Di Jinghong was trying his best to please the old man, and Liu Boen was playing by ear and helping him. The originally harmonious scene was interrupted by this roar.

Zhang Yuqing looked around and was sure that this person was not yelling at him; Liu Boen checked his eyes, fortunately, he was not scolding himself; Di Jinghong looked at Zhen Ziyu... The smile gradually froze on his handsome face, this person, why, Like staring at yourself?

Di Jinghong quickly lowered his head, but couldn't help but secretly glanced over curiously.It didn't matter what he glanced at, the angry eyes came to him again, and Di Jinghong felt uncomfortable being stared at by those two eyes.The moment the two people's eyes collided, the heaven and earth shattered like lightning and flint. He was as unrestrained as Di Jinghong. At this time, for some reason, he just wanted to run away.

Zhang Yuqing and Liu Boen coincidentally turned their heads to look at Di Jinghong. Only he can do such things as teasing cats and dogs.

"What are you looking at me for? I don't know him!" Di Jinghong's memory is first-rate, he searched through his memory at a lightning speed, and finally confirmed that he had never seen this person.Besides, Di Jinghong went to college with his hair tied up, but now, this person has messy hair and beard, and he looks old, but he has never been interested in uncles and the like.

It's just that person's eyes... Seems familiar, Di Jinghong couldn't help but sneak a glance again, and was hit again.Yen Ziyu was still staring at him intently.

"Cough cough~" Liu Boen put his fist to his mouth, coughed twice, and said in a low voice beside Di Jinghong's ear, "Hurry up~ hurry up~slip."

Di Jinghong ran away.

Before everyone could react, Yen Ziyu frowned and kicked in a roundabout, only to hear "Hey~" and Di Jinghong fell to the ground.

How dare you run?

Di Jinghong fell to the ground, Zhen Ziyu held him down, and punched him.

Mo Zhiqiu shook his head and walked away.What kind of messy students did Feng Youran teach?Fighting in the street is embarrassing.

Unexpectedly, Liu Boen made a move, pretending to go up to rescue Di Jinghong.Zhang Yuqing grabs Liu Boen.He could see that Yen Ziyu's punch looked fierce, but he only used a third of his strength to hit Di Jinghong's body, which didn't seem to be heavy. If they didn't know each other, who would believe it?Still don't get involved.

Di Jinghong did not expect that Zhen Ziyu would dare to make a move while Zhang Yuqing was still standing beside him in broad daylight.At this time, he didn't care about much, he hugged his head and shouted in embarrassment: "Yu Qing, hit him."