On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags.

The old man explained from the side: "Master Dong has been dead for too long, and his skin is too thin. It has rotted beyond recognition, and only this body remains."

When Gongsun Zhuoyu came, he prepared a pair of silk gloves.He leaned over to observe Dong Qianli's face carefully, and found that the edge of the incision was very regular, and the facial muscle tissue was evenly damaged. Obviously, the assailant had excellent knife skills.

extreme perfectionist...

Gongsun Zhuoyu continued to look down and found that there were several sword marks on Dong Qianli's body, which was the reason why he lost too much blood and died.The sword marks are dense, but the depth and depth of the incisions are the same, which shows that the murderer has good martial arts skills and is good at using fast swords.

Du Lingchun stood aside, covering his mouth and nose with a veil. Ever since he entered the ice room, his frown had not been loosened: "How, what did you find?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu shook his head, already aware of the thorniness of this case: "The murderer's martial arts skills are extremely high, even if he is found, it may not be easy to catch him."

Du Lingchun didn't think it was a big problem. Hearing this, he showed disdain, and snorted softly: "There are countless masters in the Jinglu Division, so why can't they catch a mere murderer?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu immediately smiled, thinking it made sense: "What the company said is absolutely true."

Anyway, he thinks what the other party says is right.

Du Lingchun lowered his eyes lightly when he heard the words, although he didn't speak, it was not difficult to see the satisfied expression on his face.Obviously, it was very useful for his support.

Gongsun Zhuoyu walked towards the second corpse, the deceased was Guo Han, the servant of the household department, he died in the oiran's boudoir and was cut off at the waist.Gongsun Zhuoyu lifted the white cloth to look, and found that the wound on his waist was evenly cut, and there were also the same sword marks on his body as Dong Qianli.

Gongsun Zhuoyu likes to get clues from the scene of the crime, but these two people have been dead for a while, and one died in the inn and the other died in the brothel. Apart from investigating the injuries, there is no way to get too much information.

He covered the white cloth and walked towards the third corpse.Jing Zhaoyin and Chu Lianjiang were the latest among the three, and their bodies were fairly well preserved.He was first killed with a quick sword, and then hanged in the yamen court.

This kind of case is the most troublesome. The murderer is highly skilled in martial arts, comes and goes without a trace, and probably has nothing to do with the deceased. Finding it is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

Gongsun Zhuoyu took off his gloves and asked the old man: "These three people all received a piece of poetry before they died, are they still there?"

The old man said: "Nature is still there, my lord wait a moment, I will find it."

After saying that, he staggered out of the ice room.

Gongsun Zhuoyu took the time to look at Du Lingchun, seeing his lips turned blue, he couldn't help saying: "Is the company cold?"

Du Lingchun is naturally cold.He is a eunuch, and his body is not as strong as ordinary men. After staying for a long time, the cold air hits his whole body, and it is inevitable that he will not be able to bear it.Hearing this, she frowned slightly, and was about to say it was okay, when someone grabbed her cold hand.

"..."

Gongsun Zhuoyu bowed his head in embarrassment, held Du Lingchun's hand and said, "I have practiced martial arts for many years, and I have enough blood, so it's fine. It's extremely cold here, so don't catch the wind and cold."

He had internal strength, and he warmed up Du Lingchun's hand in an instant.At first, he just wanted to warm his hands, but by some coincidence, under the cover of the sleeve robe, he unknowingly turned into a gesture of interlocking fingers.

Du Lingchun struggled lightly for a few times, but couldn't break free, a strange feeling surged in his heart for no reason.He tilted his head and looked away, and couldn't help cursing inwardly in shame: Gongsun Zhuoyu, that bastard, came to touch his hand just after touching the corpse!

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't know Du Lingchun's mental activities, but his ears were burning, and he rubbed the other's slender fingertips under his sleeve robe, thinking that this hand was really pretty.

It wasn't until the old man came over with the evidence that they let go like an electric shock, as if they had done something wrong.

The old man said: "My lord, these are the poems left by the murderer."

Gongsun Zhuoyu gave a low cough to cover up, thanked him, and took it.He originally thought that the poem was written by the murderer himself, but after a closer look, he found that it was torn from an ordinary collection of poems.The edges and corners are neat, and the characters are in square script, soaked in mottled blood.

Gongsun Zhuoyu had a vague outline of the murderer in his heart.

1. Extreme perfectionist.

2. Having read poetry and books, the literary talent is brilliant, which is different from the like.

3. There is a sense of ritual, killing has its own set of rules and logic.

4. Strong martial arts, good at using fast swords.

5. Hate the government, or people like the dead.He could stab someone to death with a single sword, but he chose the most troublesome method.

6. He is silently provoking the court, and is likely to do it again...

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought for a moment, and finally handed the paper back, kept one for himself, and asked the old man, "Can you leave this paper for me to study?"

The old man was a little hesitant, and wanted to say that the evidence could not be borrowed, but seeing Du Sigong looking at him with sympathy, he immediately changed his words: "My lord, take it."

It's just a piece of paper anyway.

Gongsun Zhuoyu smiled and cupped his hands: "Thank you."

The deceased in a serial murder case must have some kind of similarity or something in common, so they were selected by the murderer.The most urgent task now is to find out what these three people have in common. However, it seems that there is no similarity in physical appearance except that they are all officials.

Gongsun Zhuoyu and Du Lingchun left the Ministry of Criminal Justice, but as soon as they walked out of the gate, they saw a man in blue riding a fast horse coming, and then reined in the reins with a groan, and stopped in front of them.

The surrounding Xuanyi guards immediately protected Du Lingchun behind him, drew their swords and stopped him: "Bold, how dare you charge your horse!"

The young man in blue was very bold, he jumped off his horse and said with a chuckle: "Everyone can walk on the road, could it be that all the streets in the capital city are under the control of your Jinglu department, and there should be a limit to the length of your hands. "

After speaking, as if he didn't see Du Lingchun, he directly pushed away the Xuanyi Wei in front of him and said, "Young master is ordered to investigate the case, and those who stop him will die."

After speaking, he went straight to the Yamen of the Ministry of Punishment.

Xuan Yiwei was only trying to protect Du Lingchun's safety, seeing that he didn't stop him, he put his sword back into its sheath one after another.

Gongsun Zhuoyu looked back, thinking that this man knew that the guard was a member of the Jinglu Division, but he didn't feel any panic, he thought he was either rich or expensive.Just now he said that he was ordered to investigate the case, and vaguely guessed who the other party was, and asked aloud, "Is this person Tang Feishuang?"

Du Lingchun lowered his eyes lightly, and said with a half smile: "It's that idiot of the Tang family."

Since he has already entered the capital, the Holy Majesty will summon him and Gongsun Zhuoyu tomorrow.

Tang Feishuang was arrogant in his talents, and he was able to run amok in Beijing, all because of his grandfather's power.But he has no intention of being an official, and Tang Ge is old and old, so he may not have much prosperity.

Once Tang Ge died, it was the day the Tang family collapsed.However, Tang Feishuang was frivolous and reckless. He blatantly offended Du Lingchun, a powerful official. The word idiot is quite appropriate to describe him.

The wildflowers on the side of the road are luxuriant, growing to knee height.Du Lingchun picked one at random, and pointedly said to Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Look at this flower, it looks gorgeous now, but after the flowering period is over, it will be turned into mud and dust, and only the ones that are trampled on share."

After finishing speaking, he threw away the flower, wiped his fingertips slowly with a handkerchief, and got into the carriage.Gongsun Zhuoyu understood what he said, and wondered if Tang Feishuang was a flower, it was clearly a dog's tail grass.

The two of them returned to the mansion by car.Gongsun Zhuoyu was planning to go back to his room to study the murderer's next target. Who would have thought that as soon as Du Lingchun and Du Lingchun walked to the door of the study, they saw Song Xitang and Leng Wuyan waiting there with pale and ugly faces, trembling , inexplicably pitiful.

Seeing this, Du Lingchun couldn't help but pause: "Why are you two gentlemen standing here?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu nodded behind, also expressing doubts.

Hearing this, Leng Wuyan was so excited that he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, there was a violent cough. Song Xitang hurriedly took the conversation away from him, with an ugly expression on his face, and said anxiously to Du Lingchun: "Company, something is not right. Already!"

Du Lingchun frowned when he heard the words, thinking that something went wrong in the court: "What's the matter?"

Unexpectedly, Song Xitang tremblingly took out a piece of paper from his sleeve: "Company, Mr. Leng and I went to the teahouse today to discuss matters with officials from the Ministry of Rituals. We were halfway through the discussion when someone put a piece of paper on the table." , with a poem written on it..."

Mentioning this kind of thing now makes people change their faces. No one in the capital knows that every time the serial murderer kills a person, he will send a poem with the name of the deceased. There is no doubt that he must die!

Gongsun Zhuoyu was startled when he heard the words, he thought it was not such a coincidence, just now he was wondering who the next unlucky person would be, and it turned out that the lottery was drawn, and the prize went to the company? ? ?

Du Lingchun's complexion changed slightly, and he pulled out the paper directly, only to see Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky · Goose Lake Returning to the Ill" written on it:

The pillow mat stream hall is cold like autumn, and the broken clouds are harvested late by the water.The red lotus is leaning against each other like drunk, the white bird is speechless and worried.

The book is aggressive, and rest.Every hill and valley is also romantic.I don't know how much muscle strength has weakened, but Juexin is too lazy to go upstairs.

It happened to coincide with the names of the two of them!

...Then the question is, which one of them does the murderer want to kill?

There is no one who is not afraid of death, and Song Xitang is naturally afraid. When he thought of the death of the three people in front of him, he became more and more nervous, trying to comfort himself, and asked someone to verify: "Si... Company... I think this poem is It's coming for Mr. Leng, we need to prepare early."

Leng Wuyan was already ill, and when he heard the words, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He reminded hoarsely: "This poem also has your name, Mr. Song!" Song Xitang stammered and explained, trying to find a chance: "Only... only first name, no last name."

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought for a while: "Xin Qiji seems to be from the Song Dynasty?"

Song Xitang was about to cry when he heard the words, and almost knelt down for him: "Brother Zhuoyu, you have to save me!"

Gongsun Zhuoyu hurriedly supported him, wanting to say that he has no clue now, but this poem is really tricky, he can't just let the two of them die.

Du Lingchun also had a bad complexion.

Gongsun Zhuoyu frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said hesitantly: "The murderer is highly skilled in martial arts, if he wants to save his life, there is only one way to try now."

Hearing this, Song Xitang grabbed his hand and looked at him expectantly: "What way?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Go back and find your mother to change your name, the sooner the better."

Song Xitang: "..."

This ancient man was fond of citing scriptures and classics when he named his name. Almost all his names were taken from poems.Call Song Goudan and Leng Cuihua directly, he doesn't believe that the murderer can still find poetry.

The author has something to say: Song Xitang: I am Nima.