Queen's Detective

April is the season when grass grows and warblers fly, and folk rumors are like crazy grass, covering both sides of the river.

Luo Sha came back, and he became a detective, just like many years ago, still guarding the Li family.Luoyang Wang had easily admitted Hongheling's mistake and shouldered all the guilt, but this time it seemed a little different.

He puts people behind him and seems determined to go his own way.

Whether Luo Sha is a sinner or a hero, everyone has no idea, and the meaning of the man in the palace is also unclear. It is said that he has not been in court for three days.

In the far north, with Pei Yang's arrival, the situation has become much better than before.At least the people in the northern border breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Min followed Lu Shuangxing around and acted as a contact between Langhuan Pavilion and Pei Yang.At the beginning, he followed Li Yan and Yan Sanbai on the grassland at the border, and stayed in the military camp for a long time, so he was relatively familiar with Pei Yang.

Nanzhu's short legs couldn't keep up with the master's pace, so she followed Wang Min.The two of them had a very close relationship with Li Yan, so they came in and out like this, but it didn't make people suspicious. Think about Langhuan Pavilion.

The little Taoist leader is a well-behaved and sensible little Taoist leader. Wang Min only thinks that he has another younger brother, and takes him with him every day, and incidentally takes care of his three meals a day.So Wang Min's position in Nan Zhu's heart gradually rose to the fourth place, just behind Master, Senior Brother and Brother Yan.

Wang Min thinks Xiaodao is good at everything, and he has a very cute smile, but he is a little too clingy.And he is too curious, he has to ask about everything, if you don’t answer, he will just blink and look at you until he sees what you have to say.

"Brother Jin, where are we going next?"

"Do you want candy?"

"Those people are talking ill of Brother Yan again! Can I beat them?"

Wang Min bought a bunch of candied haws to plug his mouth, and continued to run on the way to deliver the letter.

However, while walking, Nanzhu suddenly caught his attention by a dilapidated house by the side of the road, "Brother Jin, what is that?"

"It's Yizhuang." Wang Min glanced at it, and pulled Nanzhu a little further away.A lot of people have died recently, and the place is more gloomy than usual, so it's better to be far away.

But while walking, Wang Min suddenly remembered something, stopped and looked in the direction of Yizhuang, thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" Nanzhu licked the candy.

Wang Min said: "Let's go and have a look."

The government sent someone to watch at the gate of Yizhuang. Wang Min showed the token given by Pei Yang, so he was not stopped.Nanzhu followed Wang Min and poked his head out, looking at the coffins in the room, he couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive.

"Let's look for it to see if there is any writing." Wang Min thought about it. There was no progress in the poetry club. The only thing that was related was the two lines of poems found last time, and these poems only appeared in The house of the dead, there are so many dead people here, maybe there will be some.

Nanzhu patted his chest confidently, "I'm the best at finding things, look at me."

Seeing Nanzhu coming, Wang Min went to look for the corners, and said: "It must not be in a too hidden place, you can look for it on the wall."

"Oh." Nanzhu responded, turned his head and looked around, saw some tattered cloth hanging on the wall, and went over to tug at it casually.

"Hiss—" The rag was easily torn off, and the dust it brought hit his face.

"Cough, cough..." Nanzhu covered his mouth and nose and coughed a few times, almost unable to open his eyes.Wang Min hurried over to help, but saw a line of blood characters suddenly appear on the wall whose true face was slowly revealed—it was born from the same root, so why bother.

Poetry, this is poetry!The third sentence!

Nanzhu's luck was also very good, and the blind cat met a dead mouse.

"This is... blood?" Nan Zhu stood on tiptoe and touched the dried handwriting, feeling a little uncertain.

Wang Min grabbed his hand and sniffed it, nodded, "It's blood."

Then he turned his head and looked at the full coffin. According to the previous two experiences, the poem must appear near the deceased, and the content of the poem has a certain relationship with it.That said, this time may be no exception.They are born from the same root, so why rush each other?Could it be that the deceased this time was one of a certain pair of brothers?

Thinking of this, Wang Min walked to a coffin, stretched out his hand to push it, and looked at Nanzhu, "Come on, give me a hand, let's open the coffin."

"We want to open the coffin?" Nan Zhu's eyes widened.

"Yes." Wang Min's attitude was very firm. Nanzhu was still a little scared at first, after all, all the people lying in it were dead, and there was still the smell of corpses.But looking at Wang Min's appearance, he was also strong, and he used his strength to push the coffin lid away.

Wang Min carefully inspected the face and clothing of the deceased. Most of the people who stopped at Yizhuang were unaccompanied, and they would be dealt with centrally by the government after a period of time. But if Wang Min guessed right, there must be someone involved. VIP.Because Mr. Mei would not kill an ordinary person for no reason, the person he killed must have played a certain role in this game, and Wang Min might be able to recognize someone who meets this condition.

However, when the coffins were opened one by one, they were all unfamiliar faces, and one could tell from the clothes and faces that they were ordinary people doing hard work.

Wang Min couldn't help being a little disappointed, but when he was about to open the next coffin after finishing one, a red line in the neck of the corpse suddenly caught his attention.

He opened the man's collar to look, but unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched the skin of the neck, the man's head suddenly rolled to the side.

"Head is broken! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Nanzhu grabbed Wang Min's arm violently.

Wang Min was in pain, "Don't worry, he's already dead."

Saying this, he himself was actually taken aback, and now that he had the courage to look again, he immediately noticed something unusual.The blood line just now should be where the head and body connect, but this person's head and body don't seem to match.It's like beheading two people separately, and splicing their respective bodies and heads together.

That's right, the other party must not want his face to be recognized, so he cut off his head and put his body here to make a fool of himself.

So, whose body is this?

Wang Min groped towards him, and suddenly touched something hard. He was overjoyed, and quickly took it out to see—it was a token, but the words on it made Wang Min stunned.

Tianhua.

Why did the Tianhua Order of the Tianhua Sect appear here?Wait, brother... Could this be Fang Tianxiong's dead second son?But it's not right, the second son was killed two months ago because he wanted to blame Big Brother Yan, the body should have rotted long ago.

and so……

This is the big boy? !Wang Min couldn't help being astonished. Fang Tianxiong is a hero, and he understands the truth that his children can't be caught by wolves, so in order to achieve his goal, he did not hesitate to let go of his somewhat useless youngest son, leaving his eldest son to inherit the mantle.

But now that the youngest son is dead, the eldest son has also been killed?

Wang Min knew that something was going to happen, so she quickly summoned Lu Shuangxing.

Lu Shuangxing seems to be out of control on weekdays, but his eyes are vicious and his thoughts are clear, which cannot be compared with Wang Min, a fledgling young man.

He just stood in front of the line of blood for a while, looked at the cut on the corpse, and said a fact that shocked Wang Min even more, "He died under the sword of the Tianhua sect."

"Infighting? Traitor?" Nanzhu's mouth hadn't been closed since the beginning, and the development of this matter was too unexpected.

Lu Shuangxing shook his head, "It's not certain who is the traitor."

Nanzhu tilted her head, not understanding the meaning of his words, but before he could ask, Lu Shuangxing hurried out.Wang Min and Nanzhu looked at each other and followed immediately.

The three hurriedly rushed to the burial site of the second young master of the Fang family, dug the grave, and opened the coffin. What was presented to them was an even more astonishing fact—the body of the second young master had disappeared.

In other words, he may not have died at all, he was the one who killed the eldest son!

They are born from the same root, so why rush each other? Thinking about it this way, isn't this poem the best irony?

The news reached Yan Sanbai's ears as quickly as possible, and Yan Sanbai was silent for a long time before fiddling with the agarwood in the incense burner, and said slowly: "The last time, he faked his death. If you can hide it from me, He should have practiced a long-lost tortoise breath technique in Jianghu."

Ling Ding couldn't help sighing, "After all, a tiger's poison doesn't eat its own child. This trick deceived all of us."

Yan Sanbai shook his head, looked at the curling cigarette, and said: "If this is the case, why did the Eldest Young Master die? They were born from the same root, so why rush each other, this is the Second Young Master's revenge on his father and brother. He was the one who was betrayed."

Alone and dumb, Su Ran who was next to him sighed while hugging the sanxian, and babbled and sang '噫噫嘻呀'.

"Three lines of poetry, do you have clues?" Li Yan said.

Yan Sanbai shook his head, "Maybe we still missed something."

"What can we do? Is there enough time?" Ling Ding became worried again.

"Time..." Yan Sanbai stopped suddenly as he spoke.Yes, time!Why didn't he think that there might be a time error!

Li Yan saw that Yan Sanbai's eyes suddenly lit up, and his eyes swept over the three lines of the copied poem. sequence."

It took time for the news to pass, but Yan Sanbai already had a guess in his heart, his brows were stained with worry, and the brows were slightly frowned, urging the horseshoe to gallop all the way south of the Yangtze River.

"In a hurry?" Li Yan couldn't help asking.

"If I'm not mistaken, those poems are the time given by Mr. Mei." Yan Sanbai's face was serious, "He is counting down."

Three days later, the clouds and the moon were shaking in Gusu, and the four of them reined in their horses and hovered outside the city. The bell of Hanshan Temple rang just in time, "Boom—boom—boom," which disturbed the night-moored passenger ships with red lights hanging outside the city.