Luo Fan walked into Fengyue Tower.
There are carved beams and painted buildings everywhere, bead curtains and jade biscuits. Good food, good wine, elegant songs, and famous actors and actresses.
The heroes, rich and famous people downstairs had been drinking until their faces were red, laughing, singing and cursing, making a lot of noise.
Human nature has always been about food.
It is said that the elegance of drinking tea, poetry and wine is in fact inseparable from the pursuit of beauty, luxury and chaos.
Even the saints in literature and the immortals in paintings, the masters and sages who write graffiti and essays, are actually burdened by the worldly appearances, and they earn their fame and fortune by painting red and black.
Luofan followed the little girl all the way to the private room on the second floor.
In the elegant room, the bead curtain is half-draped, the carpet is bright red, and there are embroideries everywhere. There is a main seat at the front and four tables and guest seats on each side. Guests are provided with fruits and preserved meat. There is also a brocade curtain behind the room, which should be a bedroom for drinkers to take a rest.
At this time, a woman in a white orchid-embroidered skirt was sitting in the main seat. He is only twenty years old, with a hairpin of gold and silver, long hair, and elegant sideburns. The face is bright as the moon, and the skin is as white as snow. A beautiful woman with a fragrant temperament.
When the woman saw Luo Fan entering the house, her spring eyes concealed wisdom, and she became even more radiant!
He stood up and gave a gentle salute, raised his eyes and said, "Master. My little girl, Qiu Guan, you are polite."
Luo Fan bowed and folded his palms, humbly returning the courtesy: "I'm here, Luo Fan. Girl, there's no need to be polite."
It was unexpected to get up and take another look at the woman's appearance.
Unexpectedly, there are such beautiful ladies in the land of romance, and they are definitely not just fireworks.
Sure enough, there are all kinds of things in the world, how can there be so much thought in appearance.
After reciting the ceremony, the two sat down opposite each other.
"Young Master, he has a majestic spirit, and Qiu Juan is lucky to be able to make friends with him. Now that he has entered Feng Yue Tower, the little girl will definitely be happy to entertain you. I wonder if Young Master likes to play the piano, sing and dance, or write poems and drink alcohol?"
Qiuwen sat upright and invited each other, and they naturally became familiar with each other.
"I only like to drink. Just bring me a couple of bottles of good wine and let the girl chat with me."
"I am a wine lover, so I should accompany you. A new batch of sorghum wine has been purchased in the store, and it tastes delicious. What do you think, Master?"
"good."
Luofan smiled and nodded. But there was one more surprise in my heart. The little girl who led him in just now could tell that he was new here. Now, Qiuwen realized that she likes to drink sorghum wine. It seems that Qicheng's feng shui is not bad, and the girls here are unusually smart.
However, Qiu Guan Luofan was simple and lacked elegance, so she was definitely not born into a wealthy family. Moreover, he has a neat and heroic personality, does not like vanity, and is not an arty person. Such a down-to-earth person would probably like the sorghum liquor that ordinary people like to drink.
The two toasted and chatted, having fun.
One is indifferent to each other but not skin to skin, and the other talks about things but not from heart to heart. Even if the words are confused, the people get along harmoniously. Knowing the truth and falsehood, why not smile like a family! The rivers and lakes are wandering, but in the end they meet by chance, and they come and go according to their own merits.
Luofan is a new arrival and is curious about the affairs of Qicheng. Miss Qiuwen analyzed everything in Qicheng and explained it to him in detail.
Like friends, we respect and care for each other.
After a jar of wine, Luo Fan was half drunk. Qiuwen is still clear and bright, sitting upright and elegant, as if a leaf of orchid is blooming quietly!
Luofan's face was rosy, his eyes were blurred, and he was ready to leave.
At this time, I suddenly heard the sound of three different footsteps coming from the corridor. The leader is walking quickly and swiftly, walking as fast as the wind. Luofan heard that this was the way the god captured Zhao Xue!
Zhao Xue practiced Qin Wu swordsmanship, and her legs were extremely powerful, and she walked so fast. The other two could only keep up with Zhao Xue at a trot. They were obviously in a panic and panting. They should be ordinary fast-moving people.
Knowing in his heart that something is going on, Luofan still drinks happily.
With a "bang", the door was kicked open hard, and Zhao Xue broke in with two detectives.
Luofan and Qiu Juan were generally calm, and it seemed that neither of them reacted.
Zhao Xue came to Luo Fan, grabbed his collar, and pulled him up from his seat.
"Follow me!" Zhao Xue ordered arrogantly!
"If you bother me today, I'll come back to see you tomorrow."
Luofan was forced to get up and was not angry. He casually took out fifty taels of silver notes and put them on the table.
Qiuwen stood up to see the guests off and smiled lightly: "There is no need to be polite. Since this girl is making friends, there is no need to leave any money."
Luo Fan smiled, as if he was a nymphomaniac.
Zhao Xue rolled her eyes when she saw this and dragged Luofan away.
Out of Fengyue Tower. The sky is gray and not yet bright.
Luo Fan closed his eyes, stretched out his arms, and stood on the street, letting the cool breeze wake him up.
Zhao Xue urged impatiently: "Let's go. Why are you still pretending?"
Luofan is still standing. He asked calmly: "Did that monk run away?"
Zhao Xuemou was startled and blurted out: "How do you know?"
Looking Luofan up and down, he thought to himself: Could it be that someone from the chief arrest department could give him a message? That shouldn't be the case, he's just a little catcher, and he's not very popular either!
Luo Fan closed his eyes and continued: "In addition to the monk's escape, you will not come to me to catch a little head for other things. A seriously injured fugitive, you will not be so anxious. There are other things. You don't understand. Did Hui tie up someone again?"
Zhao Xue couldn't help but admire Luo Fan for guessing what was going on in just a few words.
He frowned and said: "Last night, while everyone was tired, the monk killed three jailers and escaped. What's worse, he kidnapped the little junior sister! You know the most clues, follow me immediately and help us find he!"
Xue Yuran was arrested again? !
Luo Fan looked cold and felt a little contempt in his heart. I don't know whether to laugh at her for bringing it upon herself, or sympathize with her miserable fate. This smart man would be really unlucky if he didn't have any skills.
Slowly lowering his arms, taking a long breath, and then looked at Zhao Xue. He replied: "I can't go back to the Chief Police Department with you. I still have things to do."
Zhao Xuefeng's eyes turned cold, and Qin Wu's diamond sword was unsheathed in an instant. The cold light of the sword's edge was dazzling, and it went straight to Luo Fan's neck.
Unable to refuse, he said: "Don't go back with me! Don't blame me for being rude."
Luo Fan was surprised, this Zhao Xue was really a young lady from the world of martial arts, and her temper was too bad! This sword is not a child's toy, just pull it out no matter what!
Ignoring the approaching sword, Luofan took his time and told him the information he knew in detail:
"The monk's name is Wukai, and he is now the great monk of Yuanjue Temple in the southern suburbs of Qicheng. He was originally a monk of Huijin Temple in the eastern suburbs. Five years ago, Huijin Temple was massacred by strongmen, and he changed to Yuanjue Temple. Temple. Yesterday, I found the remaining footprints of monks' shoes at several sites. I also found out that wealthy families in Qicheng had the habit of asking monks to chant sutras and pray for blessings during annual funerals, so I chased them to Yuanjue Temple. After some research, After investigation, it was found that the only one who had the time and ability to commit the crime was Monk Wu Ai. Based on the track of Wu Ai's appearance in Qicheng in recent days, the abandoned Huijin Temple was traced. In the secret passage under the dry well in the backyard of Huijin Temple , I found Xue Yuran. That’s all I know. Now, you don’t need me to go back to the Chief Police Department with you, right?"
Zhao Xue frowned slightly and questioned: "There are so many of us, how come we didn't find any monk's footprints at the scene?"
Luofan explained again: "If you want to catch the murderer, you must understand the murderer's mind. Understand the meaning behind every action he makes when he commits a crime. Even the way he walks and the intervals between his breaths. If you can resonate with the murderer, , observe everything from the murderer's perspective, and you will be able to find every route he took and every hiding place. Hundreds of you people searched randomly, and even if there were clues, they would be gone. Moreover, I know very well that hope Qi Jue', you can see traces that ordinary people can't see."
Hearing Luofan's serious remarks, Zhao Xue felt displeased!
How can a righteous person use the murderer's ideas to solve a case? Crooked way!
And "Wang Qi Jue?", isn't that a unique skill that is not passed down to others? How could he?
The matter was urgent and there was no time to ask in detail.
Zhao Xue left a cold rebuke: "Since you are wearing official clothes, don't hang out in sensual places and ruin the reputation of my chief arrest officer. Go back and stay well, I will ask you for questions at any time!"
Then he took the people and left in a hurry.
Luo Fan Leng was disdainful, smiled mysteriously, carried the knife and walked towards West Street coldly!
