eighth story

As early as when Han Xiangyang conjectured about the murderer, his gaze had already settled on Hong Ling's face, looking a little cold, but firm, and seemed to have an inexplicable emotion.Wu Qinyang was overjoyed when he saw the blood on the gemstone earring, knowing that his judgment was correct, his heart was settled, and he looked up to see Hong Ling's reaction at this time.

Hong Ling was originally standing near the railing on the second floor of the theatrical troupe. Although the distance was not enough to see the earrings in the wooden box clearly, her expression was already a little uneasy.But soon, a decent smile appeared on her face again, she first tightened the coat on her arms, and then walked down the stairs slowly, her high heels making a series of clacking noises on the stairs.Uncle Wen got up abruptly and said, "You...how could it be you!" He sat back slumped, with a look of regret and regret on his face, and murmured, "You...ah, you! You shouldn't, you shouldn't Should! I shouldn’t! Alas!”

Hong Ling said: "What's wrong with me? What do you mean?" At this moment, she also noticed the earrings in the wooden box, her face changed, but she still said, "I lost this earring a long time ago, who knows what it is?" It wasn't stolen by someone, so you can't be unreasonable!"

Seeing that she still wanted to quibble, Wu Qinyang motioned Mrs. Yang to tell the story.Mrs. Yang said: "I heard Xiaoyun's words that night and rushed to the theater troupe, and found that Wen Yingying had hanged herself in the room with this white silk, and there were chairs that had been kicked over on the floor. After that, I deduced with Leng Butou I stepped on a chair and cut off the white silk, and dragged Wen Yingying's body to the bed. The earring fell at Wen Yingying's feet at that time, but I checked her body and found that her two ears I still have the earrings on it, so I brought this earring back. There is Wen Yingying's blood on the inkstone, I was worried that you would suspect Xiaoyun because of this, so I brought it back together."

Wu Qin said: "Then Miss Yang hit Wen Yingying's head with an inkstone?"

Yang Xiaoyun said: "She...she woke up suddenly at that time! I thought she was dead, and thought it was haunted...so I took the inkstone on the table and smashed her head, but I really didn't want to kill her! When I realized it, she had already fallen on the ground... Mom came back and said she was hanged, that's right! The earrings don't belong to our family either... It must be her, it's her!" After speaking, she stretched out her hand and pointed at Hong Ling , trembling all over.

Hong Ling said: "Stop talking nonsense to me! You have all entered Yingying's room, who knows what you did there!"

Wu Qinyang interrupted the meaningless conversation between her and the mother and daughter of the Yang family, put on a white glove on her right hand, and showed the earring to everyone, but deliberately did not reveal the small black spot of blood on the earring .Hong Ling said: "What do you want to do again? What's wrong with this earring? Even if they didn't steal it from the Yang family, couldn't it be that I dropped it when I went to Yingying's room?"

Wu Qinyang said, "When was the last time you wore these earrings?"

Hong Ling said: "I can't remember clearly, is this matter important?"

Wu Qinyang said: "You remember, because you like this pair of earrings very much, even if you lose one, you insist on wearing them." Then he asked the crowd, "When was the last time you saw Hongling wearing these earrings?"

Everyone in the troupe looked at each other, and finally Xiangyun stood up and said: "I saw her wearing it the night Yingying had an accident. After Yingying's accident, only the one on the left was left. I asked her later, and she said I lost it, and I thought someone might have taken it indiscriminately, and I felt that it was a pity, and I wanted to make a pair myself like this."

Hong Ling said: "Did you hear that? I said a long time ago that someone else stole my earrings, this is planting!"

Wu Qinyang said: "Okay, then I will ask you a second question, does Hong Ling have the habit of wearing earrings to rest?"

Everyone whispered to each other for a while.Ping Jun nodded and said: "Well... I have seen it a few times, it should be..."

Hong Ling said: "I... I'm used to wearing earrings to sleep, so what? You guys are too concerned."

Wu Qinyang said: "Well, you heard it too. The earrings were still there that night, but they disappeared when Wen Yingying died. It is unreasonable to steal only one earring, and it is barely reasonable to say that it is framed. Then you want How do you explain the blood on the earring?"

Hong Ling said: "What bloodstain?"

Wu Qinyang said: "Your blood." He turned the earring over, pointed to the blood on it, and said, "The earring that was still on your ear before the crime, but after the crime, it appeared on the place where Wen Yingying was killed. The scene. Although it is also possible that someone stole your things and planted them, but you still have the habit of wearing earrings to rest. If this thief really exists, he is also very powerful. He will break your ears when stealing things You haven't woken up yet, and you haven't mentioned anything unusual that night when the crime happened, you have already contradicted yourself too much."

Hong Ling said: "How can you be sure that the earring must be my blood, what if it is Wen Yingying's?"

Wu Qinyang said: "Now there is a technology called DNA testing, which can identify who the blood belongs to."

Hong Ling raised her head and let out a short sneer, but Ping Jun asked curiously: "Really?"

Wu Qin said: "Really." He glanced at Ye Zhao who had been seldom talking, "I have observed the overall layout of the second floor, and only you and Wen Yingying in the troupe have separate rooms. Resting in your own room, you can testify to each other, only you do not have an alibi for the corresponding time. And it is not easy to forge the scene where Wen Yingying committed suicide. Yingying's body is already very difficult, and from the perspective of body size, you are the most likely."

Hong Ling said: "Even if other people can't do it, can't they be a man?"

Wu Qinyang said: "Probably. If it's a man, he must have the opportunity to take off your earrings. Then he must have an extraordinary relationship with you. He should be your lover or your lover, but..."

Hongling smiled and said: "It's a pity that there is no such person, right?" Although she was laughing, her voice had an indescribable bitterness, "I learned opera when I was five years old, and it's been more than ten years now. Not Wen Yingying, a yellow-haired girl? Anyway, if she is not dead, she will cry, make trouble and hang herself, and it is impossible for the Yang family to marry her, so why can't she die!" She admitted it very simply, and then she slowly He took off the earring on the left earlobe, and threw it on the ground casually, with a very indifferent expression, as if everything that happened had nothing to do with her, but the people in the troupe only felt shuddering, and couldn't believe Hong Ling's honesty.Years of getting along day and night always have some affection, the boy named Huzi opened his eyes wide and murmured: "My God! How could this happen?"

Ye Zhao said: "Hongling, come with us."

Hong Ling said: "I'll go by myself!" As she spoke, she pushed away the police members who were about to step forward, tidied her hair, and walked out with her head held high.

Wu Qinyang held the blood-stained ruby ​​earring in his hand, but an ominous premonition suddenly floated in his heart, and the moment Hong Ling walked out of the gate, the window of Wen Yingying's room above suddenly loosened, like It was like being pushed hard by someone, like a dark cloud falling rapidly, instantly engulfing everything hated by people, exuding a strong and silent breath of dying.

The air was filled with that unpleasant smell, and Wu Qinyang knew that Wen Yingying still didn't want to let Hong Ling go, so he rushed out before others could react, and the falling window almost carried a heavy weight. With a strength of more than a thousand catties, it is no wonder that Young Master Yang fell to his death from the height of the second floor.In an instant, he first protected Hong Ling under his body, and the red gold totem on his right shoulder exuded a gorgeous and icy luster. At the moment of confrontation, it seemed that thousands of evil spirits crawled out of the abyss of hell, shaking He almost lost all feeling in his arm.

Then he heard a short, blood-curdling scream, but soon, as if nothing had happened, everything fell silent.Hong Ling had already passed out, her legs were bleeding profusely, the steps in front of the troupe's door seemed to have been washed with blood, it was wet, and the smell of blood coming to her face almost made her dizzy.There were already screams from passers-by on the street. Many people were stunned by the sudden change and looked at each other in a daze, only to stagger in fright because of the blood on the ground.Yang Xiaoyun also hugged her head and groaned in pain, with a frightened sob of "ahah".

Wu Qinyang stretched out his hand and touched the artery on the side of Hongling's neck, and after confirming that her life was safe, he was slowly relieved.

Han Xiangyang called "Xiaofeng" and rushed out.Several police members lifted the red water chestnut and ran towards the nearby hospital, and the troupe was already in chaos.Ye Zhao walked up to Wu Qinyang, seeing his expression of wandering in the sky, frowning and shouting: "Yunfeng! Yunfeng!"

Wu Qinyang finally woke up, but the aura that belonged to Wen Yingying disappeared completely.Then he stood up slowly with the support of Han Xiangyang. The setting sun was like a burning fire, bursting out with a very warm and dazzling light before sinking, but it made people feel an indescribable chill, as if in the middle of the night. The paper money burned to the dead in the middle of the night on the Lantern Festival was not warm, but cold, and it turned into the long skirt of the ghost in red, and slowly walked away.The shadows in the moonlight are gone, only the swaying tree shadows are left, reflected in the shadow of the window, the friction between the leaves makes a rustling sound, like a peaceful elegy, everything so far has been like a An unreal dream.

It's just that after the matter was resolved, he suddenly found that he didn't seem to be as happy as he imagined, and he didn't have a sense of accomplishment similar to being alone. On the contrary, there were too many things that he couldn't let go of, but he didn't regret his choice.

The night is already deep.

Walking side by side on the deserted street with a man and a cat, Wu Qinyang kicked the stones under his feet in boredom, and sighed with great resentment: "Brother, we still couldn't go back, I thought we could go back after solving the case." Woolen cloth."

Xuan Jue said: "I haven't found the bracelet yet."

Wu Qinyang said: "Yes, I hope, I just hope that Mrs. Yang can cooperate a little... It would be good for everyone to tell the whereabouts of the bracelet."

Xuan Jue said: "Perhaps Madam Yang's cooperation is not necessary to find the bracelet."

Wu Qinyang said, "Huh? Brother, you don't know where the bracelet went, do you?"

Xuan Jue said: "Almost. The bracelet should be in Wen Yingying's tomb."

Wu Qinyang said, "In the tomb?"

Xuan Jue said: "The bracelet is a family heirloom of the Yang family. It is impossible for Mrs. Yang to sell it, so it can only be buried in Wen Yingying's tomb. The owner of Bakuzhai also said that the Yang family gave it to Young Master Yang and Wen Yingying. I am afraid that it is Mrs. Yang's idea to have a ghost marriage. Only the dead will keep secrets forever... That little girl named Rou'er understands this, so she told you Mu Xiang's secret. She is afraid that she will become the next Mu Xiang , and once the secret is known to more people, there is no need to keep it.”

Wu Qinyang nodded.

But Xuan Jue changed the subject at this time: "But...Yang Yang, I have another question for you." He stopped walking while speaking, his shiny cat eyes almost melted into a thread in the night, "Are you How do you know that the blood on the earring must belong to Hongling? It can't be Wen Yingying's?"

Wu Qinyang was amused by his brother's serious confusion, bent down and hugged him, and said, "It was originally I who lied to her, but it may not be hers, it is more likely to be Wen Yingying's, who knows?" Well. I'm just afraid of her sophistry. Anyone in this troupe can enter, and the defense is too poor. If she insists that someone stole her earrings, then I can't help it. The technical conditions here are not enough to do a DNA check. There is no surveillance, and I would say that the case is not complicated. If Uncle Xu and Uncle Qiao were to investigate, do an autopsy and then check fingerprints, I am afraid that the case will be solved in half a day, and I still need to mess around here. .”

Xuan Jue said: "...I thought you really knew."

Wu Qinyang said: "No, I felt strange when I saw her for the first time, because she only had one earring on her ear, which is not the case for most people. Earrings are originally in pairs. And at that time she The clothes were not properly dressed, so I wondered if she had the habit of wearing earrings to sleep, and I guessed it. She must have entered the scene after Miss Yang that night, first strangled Wen Yingying, and then hung up After pulling the rope, she hugged Wen Yingying's body and stood on the chair...Wen Yingying's head should have been resting on her shoulders, maybe her hair was wrapped around the earrings, she pulled them and they fell off. At that time, she was flustered , killed someone and ran away, didn't notice the earring at all, and later the earring was picked up by Madam Yang, she came back to look for it but couldn't find it, so she thought the earring was really lost, so she continued to wear it, it was a fluke Well, but the troupe should be able to recognize that it is her earring... The key is still no evidence, so I don't think this matter can be resolved well. If she refuses to tell her, I really can't do anything about her. It can't be said that her conscience finally found out..." He suddenly fell silent when he said this, "Actually, I think Wen Yingying is quite pitiful, she killed Young Master Yang...I can't watch her kill Hongling again. But Hong Ling is not dead, it seems unfair to Wen Yingying..."

Xuan Jue knew that his little ancestor was always sentimental when he shouldn't be sentimental, and thinking about life and death often takes a certain amount of time to settle, so he played with the buttons on his chest for a while, until Wu Qinyang stopped talking , then continued: "Yangyang, if you were Wen Yingying, would you kill Hongling to avenge yourself?"

Wu Qinyang thought for a while and said, "Should... yes?" His tone seemed a little uncertain, "I'm not the Virgin, and I can't be the Virgin. As the Buddha said, if someone hits you on the left cheek, you have to take it Give him the right cheek too, but I can't do it, so ordinary people can't become Buddhas either."

Xuan Jue said: "Yes, human nature... But you are not Wen Yingying, nor Hongling, are you?"

Wu Qinyang seemed to understand a little bit, and murmured: "When will the grievance be repaid... Uncle is right. If everyone can avenge themselves, then aunt and the others will be unemployed soon."

Xuan Jue nodded, but suddenly said: "Wait." Wu Qinyang stopped as he said, and saw a figure standing on the side of the street. At this time, he had already taken the initiative to walk towards them, and his stature seemed to be quite small. Familiar.At this moment, a light suddenly came on in the attic facing the street, which just illuminated a small shadow on this man's face.

It's Han Xiangyang.

Wu Qinyang couldn't help being a little embarrassed, secretly annoyed whether Han Xiangyang had heard all the conversation between himself and Xuan Jue, and was wondering if talking to himself and my ventriloquism could be used as an excuse for a cat to speak human words, Han Xiangyang But he has already opened his mouth and said: "Let me just say, Xiaofeng should not be so smart..." The smile on his face seemed a bit forced.

He seemed to be hesitating whether he could continue to call the person in front of him "Xiaofeng", but in the end he didn't. He smiled and said, "What should I call you? I heard your brother kept calling you Yangyang. What a coincidence, what is in our name They all have the word Yang."

Wu Qinyang lowered his head and glanced at Xuan Jue, seeing that he had no intention of objecting, he seemed to have anticipated today's situation a long time ago, so he had no choice but to report his name: "...Wu Qinyang." After thinking about it for a while Still decided to say something, "During this period of time... I don't think you will believe me if I say it... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Han Xiangyang said: "I'm sorry for what you said to me. I was quite surprised...in fact, it's not surprising. Hey, it's like a dream, right?"

Xuan Jue asked, "Who are you, Han Weisheng?"

Han Xiangyang said: "It's my dad, you already knew?" Looking at Wu Qinyang, he smiled and said, "Your brother is much smarter than you. In fact, I have long since discovered that you are not Xiaofeng. Xiaofeng and I grew up together , He came to be a policeman because my dad introduced him. As soon as I came back that day, I felt that something was wrong with you, so I tried it out. Xiaofeng is dizzy. It’s nonsense to say that the old problem is unknown. You can only fool Brother Ye and the others like this, but you can’t fool me.”

Wu Qinyang: "..." I have never felt that my acting skills have failed so much, "Then why didn't you ask me?"

Han Xiangyang said: "Maybe I still want to treat you as Xiaofeng in my heart. Xiaofeng... is actually quite strange, because Xiaofeng in my memory is already dead, and it's all about ten years later. Let's do it with you." It was like a dream, after more than ten years in the dream, after waking up, I found that Xiaofeng was still alive, and turned into another person." He smiled bitterly, "But I still think it's good that Xiaofeng is alive, now I can't tell if it's a dream or not. Xiaofeng is not a person with ideas, it's good that you are like this, but you are not like him."

Wu Qinyang was surprised: "... Leng Yunfeng is dead?"

Han Xiangyang said: "Yes, the Japanese have entered the city. Xiaofeng refused to help the Japanese, so he was reported by Hongling."

Wu Qinyang finally understood where his hostility towards Hong Ling came from, but unfortunately now he didn't know whether the original owner of this body was dead or alive, and he didn't know how to speak to comfort Han Xiangyang.Han Xiangyang was far more open-minded than he imagined, he smiled and said: "It's all over, isn't it good now? Just treat it as me living again." He took out something from his pocket and handed it to Wu Qin Yang's hand, "I know you have been looking for this bracelet, so I went to Wen Yingying's tomb and dug it out. I hope Wen Yingying has a spirit in the sky, and don't come to trouble me, Amitabha."

Unexpectedly, Han Xiangyang also guessed the whereabouts of the bracelet, Wu Qinyang had mixed feelings in his heart, just holding the bracelet in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Han Xiangyang said: "Hey, just think that I have selfish intentions too. I wonder if you can come back after leaving Xiaofeng." He suddenly said, "Wu Qinyang? Let's make more friends. If you really You may not have a chance to meet again when you go back, so why not just hug her."

Xuan Jue took the initiative to jump away from Wu Qinyang's arms to show that he didn't mind their hugs.Wu Qinyang held the bracelet in one hand, and lightly patted Han Xiangyang's shoulder while hugging.

He felt that Han Xiangyang seemed to be crying, and suddenly felt unstoppable sadness.

He heard Han Xiangyang softly call "Xiaofeng" in his ear.

Then Xiao Wu crossed over again without warning, and sat up from the hospital bed suddenly as if he had stepped on the air.