On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags.

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't laugh at Song Xitang.Humans, there is no one who is not afraid of death, especially those who chase after fame and fortune, naturally they will be more reluctant to die.He walked into the room and sat down at the table: "Mr. Song, don't be nervous, I'm here to ask you a question."

Seeing that it wasn't the murderer, Song Xitang felt a little more at ease, reluctantly threw away the dagger in his hand, and walked to the table: "Brother Zhuoyu, what do you want to ask?"

Du Lingchun also wanted to hear what they had to say, so he casually raised his eyes and looked over.

Gongsun Zhuoyu asked: "Today you and Mr. Leng are discussing matters with officials from the Ministry of Rites in the teahouse. How many people are there? How do you sit?"

Song Xitang thought for a while: "There are six people in total, in the private room on the second floor."

Although the Ministry of Rites is the Qingshui Yamen, its status is high. In addition to being responsible for receiving envoys from the vassal states and court etiquette, it is also in charge of the imperial examinations in the world.Song Xitang and Leng Wuyan were not familiar with them at all, they just followed Du Lingchun's order to confess some secret things.

Leng Wuyan at the side was originally drinking tea, but when he heard Gongsun Zhuoyu asking two questions one after another, he didn't know what to react, so he subconsciously stopped his movements.

Gongsun Zhuoyu really said: "Who are there? What are their names?"

As soon as he said this, Song Xitang also came to his senses, his expression was startled, and he was about to speak, but Leng Wuyan answered first, and read out a long list of names: "Liu Yiming, Kang Wenxian, Baiqiu..."

After reading these two words, he suddenly disappeared.

In the words of Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky · Goose Lake Returning to the Illness", the two sentences "White Bird can't say anything to fix his worries" and "One hill and one ravine are also romantic" happen to occupy these two words.It's just that at that time Song Xitang instinctively saw his own name at first sight, and subconsciously thought that they were the ones who were going to be killed by the murderer, so he was terrified and didn't dare to say more, so he left the teahouse in a hurry with Leng Wuyan.

Thinking about it now, the murderer probably didn't want to kill them, but an official named Baiqiu from the Ministry of Rites!

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The Jingjie drum has been beaten, and it is the curfew time, and every household is tightly closed.Except for the watchman who was still walking in the streets and alleys, the surrounding area was empty.

Gongsun Zhuoyu and others rode their horses all the way to Baiqiu's house, but they saw that the door was closed and there was no servant on duty overnight.He went forward and knocked on the door vigorously, and it took a long time for someone to come over.

"Who is it, in the middle of the night..."

The door opened with a creak, and someone poked a head out from inside, who seemed to be a servant of the White House.Jia Ding rubbed his eyes, he was still dazed at first, but when he found a group of Xuanyi guards standing outside, his mind instantly woke up, and he took half a step back in fright: "You you you... who are you?!"

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't bother to explain to him, so he pushed the door open and walked in, looked around and observed the surrounding environment: "The Jinglu Division is ordered to investigate the case, where is your master's bedroom?"

The servant was stunned, and forgot to answer for a while, Shi Qianqiu was impatient, and directly pressed his scabbard against his shoulder: "Quickly tell me, where is your master's bedroom?"

Before the servant could answer, Gongsun Zhuoyu suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood floating in the air, and his complexion changed.He searched along the way, and finally found that the smell of blood was coming from a study room, so he kicked the door open without caring so much.

"boom--"

The carved wooden door can be easily damaged, not to mention that it is not locked inside.Everyone rushed into the study room, only to see a 50-[-]-year-old man sitting quietly behind the desk, with criss-cross sword marks on his body, his head drooping, blood dripping down, soaking the floor tiles under his feet.

Gongsun Zhuoyu hurriedly stepped forward to check, but found that the man had passed away.

When the servant saw this scene at the door, he was so frightened that he stumbled out and shouted in panic: "No, no, no...it's not good! The master is dead! The master is dead!"

Gongsun Zhuoyu touched Baiqiu's neck, and immediately said to Shi Qianqiu: "The body is still hot, the murderer has not gone far, master, please lead someone to search around!"

Shi Qianqiu is an old Jianghu, and he has some experience in chasing people. When he walked out of the study, he saw a shoe print left on the white wall on the right. Guessing that this person is not good at lightness, he jumped out of the wall and chased him. He said in a deep voice: "You wait here for me!"

Too many people are chasing after him, and things will go wrong instead.

Against the backdrop of the night, a black shadow was speeding through the streets.Shi Qianqiu walked on the roof, which was condescending and easy to search. He saw a black shadow flashing in front of him with keen eyesight, drew his long sword out of its sheath, and stabbed directly at it: "Take your life!"

Shi Qianqiu may not really want the other party's life, but he is just used to shouting.

Hearing a gust of wind, the man in black instinctively turned sideways to dodge, but his right arm was still hit by the sword.His face was covered with a black cloth, he probably didn't expect such a master in Yamen, he shouted in a low voice: "What a fast sword technique!"

Shi Qianqiu didn't talk nonsense with him, he moved as fast as lightning, and wanted to capture this man back to Gongsun Zhuoyu for business.The man in black also used a quick sword, he didn't evade when he saw this, and started fighting with him, his speed was only a little slower than Shi Qianqiu's.

The man in black was wounded and lost in strength, he actually recognized Shi Qianqiu's swordsmanship when he made a move, and sneered coldly: "Outsiders say that 'one sword without shadow' has disappeared in the rivers and lakes, so it turned out that it was a The court eagle dog!"

Shi Qianqiu attacked his face with a quick sword: "A chivalrous man breaks the law with martial arts, what you have done, I am afraid it is not as good as me, a court eagle dog!"

He didn't want to take the life of the man in black, so he didn't do his best, and he reserved all his moves.Who would have thought that the other party would directly strike at Shi Qianqiu at the cost of self-injury, and then throw out a handful of ecstasy from his back sleeve, and run away while Shi Qianqiu was dodging.

On the Baifu side, Gongsun Zhuoyu is conducting an autopsy.

Except for the sword wounds on the first three corpses, the murderer would more or less inflict other punishments on them, but no other traces were found on Baiqiu's body.Gongsun Zhuoyu was terrified when he saw Baiqiu's death, his chin was covered with blood, thoughtfully opened his chin and saw that his mouth was bloody and his tongue was strangled by someone with a sword.

Gee.

Although Gongsun Zhuoyu knew how to conduct autopsies, it didn't mean he liked to face a pile of rotten meat, closed Baiqiu's mouth, got up and went outside.

Such an incident occurred in the middle of the night, but it alarmed the entire White House.Baiqiu's eldest wife and the third concubine were crying outside with pear blossoms and rain, and the veil was wet with tears. If Xuanyiwei hadn't stopped him, he might have rushed in immediately.

"Master, master, why did you die so well, how can you live without our orphans and widows..."

"Master, if you leave, why don't you take my concubine with you, and stay in this world to suffer for nothing..."

When Gongsun Zhuoyu came out, he looked outside and saw that the wives were crying more miserable than the other.He thought to himself that the little old man Baiqiu was in good health, and he married so many wives, but it was a pity that he died early, and it was difficult to enjoy the blessings of Qi people.

He went outside and searched around, and finally found a clear footprint on the white wall. While ordering someone to get a measuring tape, he used his fingertips to measure the size of the shoe print on the wall.

In a sense, the length of a person’s feet is proportional to their height, about one to seven. The taller a person is, the larger the shoe size will naturally be. Assuming that the length of a person’s flat bare feet is x, then height = 6.876X.

The shoe prints left by the murderer on the wall have clear lines. They are the most common cloth shoes in the market.

Although this method is not necessarily accurate, unless it is a special case, the calculated answer will not differ too much.

Gongsun Zhuoyu traced the shoe prints on the wall with paper, and after calculations, he finally roughly estimated that the murderer was about 1.8 meters tall.

Not long after, Shi Qianqiu came back.He was obviously very annoyed about letting the murderer go, and put the bloody long sword back into the scabbard with a clang: "My lord, I am incompetent, let him run away."

Gongsun Zhuoyu was already mentally prepared, if the murderer was really easy to catch, he wouldn't have to investigate the case by himself: "Master fought against him?"

Shi Qianqiu nodded when he heard the words: "He covered his face, but his right arm was injured by me."

Gongsun Zhuoyu's eyes lit up: "Has that man ever spoken? Master estimates how old he is?"

Shi Qianqiu thought about it for a while: "The voice is a young man, and he used a left-handed sword when fighting."

Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Huh? Left-handed? Could it be because Master hurt his right arm?"

Shi Qianqiu shook his head: "It's not like, his left-handed sword is proficient and extremely fast. Obviously, he has practiced it for many years. If he changes hands temporarily, he will definitely not be so handy."

Gongsun Zhuoyu couldn't help hissing.So far, four people have died, and if the news spreads tomorrow, there will be another disturbance.If the emperor hadn't been watching this case, he really wanted to just muddle through it and leave it as an unsolved case.

"Forget it, it's getting late, let's go back first and check tomorrow."

Gongsun Zhuoyu returned to Sigong Mansion, after taking a bath and changing clothes, he should have slept, but for some reason, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Gongsun Zhuoyu tossed and turned on the bed, seeing the bright moonlight outside the window, he simply got up and walked to the study.He lit a candle and put it on the corner of the table, picked up a pen and dipped in ink, and began to sort out the information collected in the past few days.

The murderer is a young man, 1.8 meters tall, left-handed, with a wounded right arm, good at using long swords, hates corrupt officials, and is a perfectionist.

Well……

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought about it, in fact, the information was enough for them to check.In the past few days, the gates of the city have been strictly checked, and they are only allowed to enter and not allowed to go out. The murderer was injured and must still be in the capital. Tomorrow, he will lead troops to search from house to house. If he is lucky, he may be able to find him directly.

He put down his pen, thought of something, and picked up the two pieces of paper sent by the murderer.A piece of "Farewell to Xinjian", a piece of "Partridge Sky · Goose Lake Returns to Sickness", and two other songs, "Thousands of Years. Beyond the Waterside and Sand" and "Farewell to Dong Da", should be written by Tang Fei. Frost hands.

The paper is new and the ink is new, apparently torn from the same new book.

Gongsun Zhuoyu also used to study hard in the cold window and read hundreds of books. He recalled carefully and vaguely remembered that he had read a "Miscellaneous Poetry Collection" before, which included these four poems from different dynasties at the same time.

Although the bookshelf at the back is full of books, it looks like a decoration at first glance, and has not been touched.Gongsun Zhuoyu took the lamps and candles and searched one by one, but found that there was nothing he wanted, thinking about the huge collection of books in Du Lingchun's study, he turned around and left the room.

Everything is silent, and the small garden is silent.However, the Sigong Mansion is heavily guarded, and there are still guards patrolling.Gongsun Zhuoyu searched all the way to the door of Du Lingchun's room, and raised his hand to knock on the door, but he was afraid that he would fall asleep, so he couldn't let go.

Wu Yue held his sword in the dark and guarded in the dark. When he heard someone coming, he opened his eyes like an eagle. Who would have thought that it was Gongsun Zhuoyu, he hesitated for a moment, but decided to pretend he didn't see it, and turned his back calmly.

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that if Du Lingchun fell asleep, wouldn't he be disturbing people's dreams.After hesitating several times, he still put down his hand and prepared to go back, but when he walked to the diamond window, he saw some faint candle flames, pushed open a crack with his hand, and looked inside.

This window was facing the study room. Du Lingchun was sitting on the grand master's chair, and was writing something with a pen. It looked like a thick stack of account books.After finishing the last page, he finally put down his pen, but he keenly felt a gaze beside him, and turned his head to look as if feeling something, and happened to meet Gongsun Zhuoyu directly: "..."

Gongsun Zhuoyu was lying on the window sill, her eyes sparkling, like a cat poking its head, she was a little embarrassed when she was discovered, so she slowly raised her hand to say hello: "Hi, company."

Du Lingchun: "..."

Wu Yue finally realized something was wrong, his face changed slightly when he saw the situation, he rushed forward and grabbed Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Master Gongsun, how can you learn how to steal the window like a flower picker!"

The author has something to say: Wu Yue (grievous): You shameless scum!

Gongsun Zhuoyu:? ? ? ?