The shout came from the second floor.
Liao Haohai's heart sank, he lifted up his robe and strode towards the stairs.
The dancers, singers, and guests upstairs were fleeing down one after another. Liao Haohai was stuck at the top of the stairs and said in a deep voice: "Don't leave, there is a murder upstairs, and you are all suspected! Xiaosheng Su, block the entrance of Xiaoqin Building, Don’t let the murderer escape!”
When those people heard the words, they were silent for a moment, and suddenly someone shouted: "We didn't kill anyone, why are you detaining us? Hey, I recognize you, you are the son of the founding father of the People's Republic of China, Liao Zhizhong. I heard that the investigation was all nonsense. .Everyone, run away. If you don’t run away, the murderer upstairs will kill again!"
Liao Haohai glared at the person who was speaking. The person was covering his face with his sleeves and talking nonsense.
But his voice sounded familiar.
Liao Haohai said sternly: "Whoever runs away will be the most suspicious! Dali Temple will dig three feet into the ground to find him!"
Everyone on the stairs didn't dare to move anymore.
Liao Haohai swam upstream and pulled open the man's sleeves that were used to cover his face. The man's eyes were full of laughter: "Haha, Liao was the judge of things, I was just talking nonsense."
What an acquaintance. He can be regarded as a cousin of Liao Haohai.
This cousin is old and likes to look for flowers and flowers. The cousin has made trouble many times, but this cousin still refuses to change.
Liao Haohai carried him and squeezed upstairs: "It's just right. I'm not very familiar with this place. My cousin will show me the way."
My cousin's surname was Wu and he was called Wu Jiashan. When Liao Haohai said this, he became even more depressed: "I can show you the way, but don't tell your cousin."
Liao Haohai didn't have the intention to tell him about this: "That's just to see how my cousin behaves. Where is the body?"
"I don't know where the body is. We just heard someone shouting "killer" and we escaped," Wu Jiashan said.
Liao Haohai was speechless for a while.
But just after turning a corner, he smelled the strong smell of blood.
The door of the room next to the stairs was wide open, and a twilight-colored shawl hung on the threshold. The window outside seemed to be open, and the wind blew in, and the shawl swayed slightly. There was an overturned teacup beside the door, and tea foam spilled all over the floor.
A man was lying face up, stretched out, with a bloody hole in his heart stabbed by a sharp weapon.
The room was in a mess, as if there had been a violent struggle.
Wu Jiashan covered his eyes and exclaimed: "I can't look at this, I will have nightmares at night."
Liao Haohai avoided the debris on the ground, walked over carefully, and leaned over to detect the man's breath and pulse.
The man was dead. He stood up expressionlessly and looked at the man's unfamiliar face.
"Hey, isn't this Inspector Lin?" Wu Jiashan covered one eye and couldn't help but speak.
"Does my cousin know this person?"
"Lin Gao, the Forest Supervisor, the Lin Supervisor of the Concierge Hall of Honglu Temple." Wu Jiashan couldn't help but say, "This man had some friendship with me before. He is full of talent and has a bohemian temperament. He is very fond of dance and music. He is quite insightful, and he even guided Xiao Qinlou’s Ling Ling’er to dance.”
Liao Haohai raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Jiashan.
The Concierge House of Honglu Temple is responsible for the accommodation, supply of materials, and translation for foreign guests paying tribute.
Wu Jiashan was startled and waved his hands repeatedly: "He was dismissed from his official position last autumn. I haven't seen him for a long time. I swear on your cousin's life that I have never seen him tonight."
In fact, the name Lin Gaosen sounds familiar, as if he has heard it somewhere.
Liao Haohai's mind was spinning rapidly, and he finally remembered that in the autumn of last year, Li Zhuang submitted a letter to impeach a minor official of Honglu Temple. The charge was that he failed to take care of his subordinates, which led to errors in translation, which caused misunderstandings. Dasheng lost thousands of dollars in tariffs.
That junior official was Lin Gaosen. In fact, even if he loses thousands of dollars in customs duties, he will not be dismissed from office. At most, it's just a fine of some salary. But that time the Holy Emperor was furious, and Lin Gaosen was quickly dismissed from office.
The murder scene was quickly cordoned off, and Wu Zuo came to carry out the autopsy with tools on his back. Liao Haohai stood at the window sill and looked down. Downstairs was a deep alley.
His men were holding lanterns and carefully looking around for signs of the murderer's escape.
But it seems like nothing has been achieved.
It seemed like there was nothing left to do... Liao Haohai suddenly remembered that Luo Dalangjun's mother said that Luo Dalangjun was in Xiao Qin Building! But just now he went to arrest Luo Dalangjun. How could Luo Dalangjun's mother reveal her son's whereabouts so happily?
He actually made a fatal mistake.
Or... he was deliberately led to Xiao Qin Tower by others, and saw Lin Gaosen die an unexpected death with his own eyes.
The Madam and Turtle Gong from Xiao Qin House, as well as the dancing girl Ling Ling'er who was accompanying Lin Gaosen tonight, were all called in for separate interrogation.
"Langjun Lin, he has a good relationship with our Xiao Qinlou." The old bustard admitted happily, "He is talented, knows how to pity young ladies, and never defaults on money. Who doesn't like such a gentleman? Since Lin Langjun After he was dismissed from office, he often came to Xiao Qin Tower to have a drink. He did not do much. When he was free, he would instruct the ladies in choreography. The "Corolla Dance" just released by our Xiao Qin Tower was choreographed by Lin Langjun. Liao Ping I am willing to give you a hundred sticks to reward the murderer."
This old bustard behaved very righteously.
Ling Ling'er, on the other hand, was as pretty as a flower, with a graceful figure, and cried: "Lin Langjun pities me the most. I am not feeling well tonight and can't accompany him, but he doesn't care. Just now, I felt guilty and ordered a drink. I asked my maid Qing Jin to bring tea to Lin Langjun. I opened the door and found Lin Langjun lying on the ground..."
"Where is she now?"
The maid Qing Jin who served Lin Gaosen tea was trembling all over and walked to Liao Haohai accompanied by another maid.
"Is this rosy-colored robe yours?" Liao Haohai asked.
Qing Jin nodded.
The little maid was obviously frightened and spoke tremblingly: "My slave brought tea to Mr. Lin. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Mr. Lin lying on the ground. I was frightened..."
"Can you see what the murderer looks like?"
"My lord, I have never seen anyone else in the room..."
Liao Haohai frowned. He had heard someone shouting "Killing, killing," before. It didn't sound like a woman's voice.
Qing Jin also shook his head: "It wasn't the slave who shouted. The slave was so frightened that he couldn't think of shouting. It was a gentleman who was passing by here."
"Do you know who he is?"
Qing Jin shook his head: "He yelled twice and ran away. The slave didn't recognize him, he seemed like a new guest."
"If I ask you to identify it, can you recognize it?"
Qing Jin still shook his head: "I was so frightened at that time. I only remember that the gentleman was wearing black boots..."
Nowadays, there are not too many men wearing black boots in the capital.
Liao Haohai sighed: "When I came up, I only saw your silk scarf, and I never saw you here. Where did you go just now?"
With the door wide open and the window open, the killer could easily escape and blend into the crowd.
He glanced at the crowded Xiao Qin Building hall below and felt that his head was starting to hurt.
"My slave, I'm afraid, so I crawled to find Mrs. Zhao..."
Madam Zhao is the madam.
Lady Zhao testified to Qing Jin: "As soon as she found her concubine, Liao Pingshi came to tell me to wait."
Xiao Sheng came over and whispered in Liao Haohai's ear: "Liao was in charge of the matter, people from Kaifeng Prefecture came. They said that the case should be managed by Kaifeng Prefecture. They also said that our Dali Temple's hand was stretched too far."
Liao Haohai raised his eyebrows. In the past, Kaifeng Mansion suspected that murder cases were very hot, so why did they come to snatch the case this time?
