Queen's Detective

The heavy rain has washed away an unknown amount of dirt in the world, but sometimes it is also the biggest accomplice to many crimes.

The forest is green and green. On the washed leaves, the remaining water droplets seem to be still. When the sunlight refracts down, the veins of the leaves are infinitely magnified and clearly visible in the water droplets.

But what about the context of the case?

Yan Sanbai and the others followed the stream all the way up, and the heavy rain washed away all the footprints. Even when Guan Qingci went up the mountain non-stop as soon as he arrived in Daqing Township, the footprints were gone.But there are still some places that were missed by the heavy rain, such as the arrow stuck in the tree trunk.

Yan Sanbai stretched out his hand to pull it out. Judging by the situation, this arrow has been stuck here for quite some time.

Looking back, five steps away, there is a shallow scratch on the second tree on the left.

There are traces of trampling on the grass leaves and branches on the ground.

"This way." Yan Sanbai said.

Broken branches on the ground will not lie, they are traces of human beings.The freshness of the fracture indicates the time when the branch was broken. Following these traces, Yan Sanbai saw the trajectory of the arrow, and then found the starting point of the arrow.

Squatting down and peeling the grass, the broken branches and grass are especially obvious here, because the archer once stood here to exert his strength.

The arrow began to appear in Yan Sanbai's field of vision, it was shot by an ordinary boxwood bow, and flew forward at an extremely fast speed.However, the archer was obviously not good at archery, so a big tree not far from the target left a scratch on the arrow body.

The arrow was forced to turn, and finally hit the big tree that Yan Sanbai saw first.

Arrow's journey ends here, but this arrow is not crudely made, in this rural area, it is not something that can be thrown away at will, but this arrow was thrown here.

Why didn't the owner of the arrow get it back?

Because he has other things to do, too late.Or, he has no way to recycle.

Yan Sanbai groped for the shaft of the arrow with his fingertips, countless footsteps, countless arrows, circling in his mind, but there was only one correct trajectory.

Thinking about it, the silent star in his eyes seemed to move, and walked in the opposite direction of the stream, pawing and pulling in the grass along the way.

"What is he doing?" Someone from Dali Temple asked softly behind, while the others shook their heads.As the saying goes, relying on mountains to eat mountains, it is normal for men from Daqing Township to come here to hunt, and finding an arrow is also very common.

Guan Qingci followed Yan Sanbai without saying a word, seeing his intentions.He also paid attention to the arrow when he first came, but he didn't go deep after examining it.Yan Sanbai seems to be very concerned about these details that ordinary people tend to ignore.

"Yes." At this moment, Yan Sanbai finally found what he wanted to see, a bloody arrow.It was randomly thrown in the grass, and the blood was washed away by the rain, leaving only a little red.

Yan Sanbai put the two arrows together, they were exactly the same.

He lowered his head and peeled off the fallen leaves and dirt on the ground. Not far from the arrow, there was a white withered fur, a rabbit fur.

The shot rabbit was taken away, but the arrow was left behind, why?

With doubts, Yan Sanbai continued to track down, like an experienced hunter who can find traces of prey in the dense jungle.He looks very focused and seems to be walking slowly, but as long as you are not paying attention, you may lose his trace.Because he might be walking, he jumped onto a tree so that he could have a wider view.Or he simply walked on the tree, walking, but suddenly appeared in front of you, as if shrinking into an inch.The distance in front of him seemed to be something immeasurable.

But people often come in the woods, and there are too many traces and it is difficult to distinguish them. After about half an hour, the group had to stop.And going out from where they were standing, there happened to be a small road leading directly to the road from Daqing Township to the county seat.

The day before Liu Fu's death, he took a leave of absence from the school, but his family didn't know that he didn't go to the school, so he left home early in the morning, walked on this road, and then went hunting along the path leading to the mountain. .

All of the above are reasonable, but Liu Fu didn't tell anyone about going up the mountain, and his family thought he went to school as usual.So why not tell people he went hunting and what happened while he was hunting?

There are still many doubts, but judging from the traces just now, one thing is certain, regardless of whether the person who took the rabbit was the murderer or not, Liu Fu definitely did not enter the mountain alone.

Thinking of this, Yan Sanbai retreated to the forest again, "Let's go to the place where the fire was on fire."

"This way." Guan Qingci had long been familiar with the situation in Daqing Township, and without a word, he led Yan Sanbai through the forest and arrived at the destination soon.

The trees here seem to be smaller than other places, probably because of the new growth after the fire.But unlike the rumors outside, the scope of the fire was actually not large, because it was said that there was a heavy rain that day, which quickly put out the fire.And after that incident, the legend of the fox demon became more and more popular.

At the same time, Ding finally found the home of Ajiu, a carpenter who lived alone outside the village, after hard inquiries alone.Looking at the broken thatched hut in front of him, he felt a little cold for no reason, shrank his neck, and knocked on the door.

"Squeak—" A pair of lifeless eyes appeared from the crack of the dark door, Ah Jiu blocked her face behind the door, and said, "What's the matter?"

Looking at the gloomy man with disheveled hair that only reached his shoulder, and hid himself in the darkness, he tried his best to control his ghostly expression, "Are you the carpenter Jiu?"

Ah Jiu nodded and repeated, "What's the matter?"

"I want to ask you to do some work." Ling Ding said, taking out a cloth bag from the bag that he carried, trying to let himself open it with a normal heart, "Nong, it's just this box, I want to ask you to make it exactly the same .”

The box in Ling Ding's hand was the black box, and Ah Jiu was also taken aback, and then said, "I won't pick it up, you can go back."

As he said that, he turned around and was about to close the door, only then did Ling Ding realize that Ah Jiu had a hunchback, no wonder he was so short.After being distracted for a while, he suddenly remembered Yan Sanbai's request, and quickly pushed the door, "Wait! I'm Fusheng's friend!"

The movement of pushing the door stopped abruptly, and Ajiulue looked at Lonely with surprise, but more defensively.Ling Ding also murmured in his heart, Yan Sanbai asked him to say this, and he didn't know if it would work or not.

Ah Jiu looked at Ling Ding for a long time, just when Ling Ding thought he was going to refuse again, Ah Jiu nodded again, and took the box, "I will pick it up in three days."

Then, with a bang, the door closed again.

Standing alone in front of the door, Monk Zhang Er was really puzzled.

Soon, Lone Ding returned to the village again, walking swaggeringly on the widest stone road in the village, watching the surrounding villagers respect him, it was a good experience.

Then he saw Zhang Yan who was teasing ducks with wicker by the pond, and walked over without knowing why, "What are you doing here?"

"Surveillance." Zhang Yan said, he didn't deliberately control his voice, anyway, the people around him were far away from them, so they couldn't hear them.

"This village is only so big. You are here wearing the official uniform of Dali Temple, because you are afraid that others will not know that you are watching?"

Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You don't know that, I just want to be conspicuous so that everyone will think I'm doing something here and pay attention to me, so that those who are really watching can avoid others Eyes and ears serve the purpose, don't they?"

Hearing this, Ling Ding hurriedly glanced around, his eyes lit up, and Dali Temple was indeed not in vain.

Zhang Yan said again: "Although Mr. Yan is smart, Dali Temple has its own way of handling affairs. As for surveillance, there are different ways for different situations, but there are many."

"Then what did you gain from watching it for a long time?" Ling Ding asked.

"Don't move." Suddenly, Zhang Yan winked at Ling Ding, "You have to turn around naturally, someone is peeking at us through the crack of the door of the house behind you."

Ling Ding casually walked to the big rock beside Zhang Yan and sat down, with the grass in his mouth, secretly glanced at the direction Zhang Yan was pointing out of his corner of the eye.Sure enough, the door that originally revealed a crack was closing, and it was obvious that someone was there just now.

"There are eyes and ears everywhere in this village." Zhang Yan's heavy voice came from the top of his head, "Everyone is looking at us, and they seemed to be talking furtively when they passed by. I think this case is getting worse. It's getting weirder and weirder, and it's completely confusing where to go."

Ling Ding agreed with this. Three people died in a row in the village. The village didn't seem to care about the real cause of their death at all. Even their family members stayed behind closed doors. No one called for injustice, and even refused to investigate the case.If Cai County Magistrate hadn't reported to the officials, I'm afraid these three people would have died in vain.

Even death goes on.

Thinking of this, Lone Ding's heart couldn't help shaking, and a chill came spontaneously.

At this time, a person from Dali Temple ran over and whispered something beside Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan's eyes flashed with joy, "Finally something happened."

After about half a stick of incense, Zhang Yan and Ling Ding went through the dog hole and hid in a corner of a weedy courtyard, with difficulty, next to each other, covering themselves behind a broken large water tank.

In the yard, Zhang Qing's father, Zhang Yuan, and Wang Lidi's father, Wang Dekun, were standing together with anxious expressions, as if they were waiting for something.After a while, another person came, it was Li Mao, the son of Murozheng.

"How is it? Is he coming?" Wang Dekun asked anxiously.

Li Mao comforted: "Don't worry, he will come. He has no other choice but to cooperate with us."

Zhang Yuan also asked anxiously: "Are you really sure you remember correctly? Could it be that you are delusional, and the things you hold look similar..."

Li Mao was very firm, "I'm sure I remember correctly, the one above..."

Because they were far away, Ling Ding and Zhang Yan couldn't hear them very clearly.After a while, Liu Fu's father, Liu Daquan, came. His face was slightly gloomy. They seemed to be separated from each other, but they quickly got together again, as if they were plotting something.But this time their voices were too low, and the two of them couldn't hear anything.

After a long time, the four of them seemed to have agreed on something, and dispersed separately. Ling Ding and Zhang Yan looked at each other and were about to leave.In order not to attract attention, I went back the same way, that is-drilling the dog hole.

Zhang Yan was the first to drill, and only Ding Ding was behind. When he was about to drill, he suddenly heard Zhang Yan's short "ah", thinking that something happened, he quickly drilled out to see, but he didn't expect to look up, and there was a thunderbolt.

The King of Luoyang, who was dressed in red with his hands behind his back, bent down and looked at his long attendant with a smile, "Is the dog hole easy to drill?"