There is no carving on the hairpin, only a groove in the middle. At first glance, it looks like a flower, but upon closer inspection, it doesn't look like it.
Others might not be able to tell what the groove is, but Yao Yao recognized it at a glance.
She touched her neck subconsciously. The head of this jade hairpin could clearly be buckled on her brand, and it fit perfectly.
The sudden appearance of this foreign object made the autopsy room instantly quiet. Apart from the sound of heavy breathing, there was the sound of the wind blowing, and there was a faint sense of eeriness in the room.
It was He Zhenfu who spoke first, breaking the dead silence: "Oh my god, how did you put this thing in? He didn't feel any pain at all."
Sun Ying looked at the foreign object and frowned: "Such a big thing is stuffed into the flesh, but this person lives a normal life without inflammation. He is really a ghost."
Han Changmu's face darkened, he stared at the foreign object for a long time, and then he frowned and said, "I'm afraid this hairpin is not for girls, but for men, so it's carved into the shape of mountains and waves."
Yao Yao lowered his head in silence, hiding the shock in his eyes. The expression on his face could be hidden, but the turmoil in his heart could not be suppressed no matter what.
These two things are buckled together and are clearly a complete key.
Where are the undulating mountains and waves at the end of the hairpin? It is clearly the key that every household in her previous life could not live without.
But obviously, none of the people in front of them recognized the true origin of this thing.
It's no wonder that they couldn't recognize it. The keys of this era and this key were completely different shapes, and they couldn't think of going together anyway.
Han Changmu didn't notice anything was wrong with Yao Yao, and only ordered Sun Ying to clean up when he woke up. He personally collected the "hosta", took He Zhenfu, Yao Yao, and thirty internal guards and rushed there overnight. Qinglong Temple.
As early as when Han Changmu arrested the monks in Qinglong Temple, he sealed the small temple and left a lot of bright and secret guards to guard it and wait for the trouble.
It’s just that I don’t know if there really is nothing shameful in the temple, or if no outsiders know about the shameful things. In short, Qinglong Temple has been closed for so long, and no suspicious people have broken into the temple. Instead, the people of Xinchangfang pointed out at the temple gate. After a few pointers, rumors started to spread, and everything was possible.
Seeing that the monks in Qinglong Temple were about to be exaggerated into monsters, the Internal Security Department of the temple finally came.
In the dark night, a series of clattering horseshoes were like thunder, breaking into the dark Qinglong Temple. Then several clusters of lights lit up in the temple, illuminating the small temple as bright as day.
Although it was already dark, it was actually not particularly late, and it was not yet time to go to bed. The movement outside was like thunder, and it was undisguised. It naturally alarmed the people in the square, and the people who lit the lamps, Those who opened the door were cracked, those who were not afraid of the cold and only wore middle coats, those who were afraid of the cold and wrapped in quilts, all came out to watch the fun.
Seeing that the excitement was still in Qinglong Temple, and the inner guard who everyone avoided was coming, the timid ones immediately shrank back, while the bold ones shrank back and stood not far away to continue watching.
This group of people entered Qinglong Temple and dispersed. He Zhenfu arranged to search various places in the temple. As for Jueming's Zen room, Han Changmu naturally did it himself.
Yao Yao was distracted along the way, wondering what the relationship between the key and the innocent sign around her neck was, whether it had anything to do with her, and whether she should hand over the sign. After hiding it for so long, she was handing it over now. There is a suspicion that there is no three hundred taels of silver here.
She was immersed in her thoughts until Han Changmu called her repeatedly, and she came back to her senses. She looked up and saw that Han Changmu had dismounted. She also hurried down and said with a smile: "Ah, what?"
Han Changmu looked puzzled: "I said, you come with me to search Jueming's monastery."
Yao Yao yelled, tied his horse at the door, and followed Han Changmu into the temple.
Qinglong Temple is a small temple with little incense. It is very poor. There is only one door and one hall. They burn incense and light lamps to perform rituals. They are all here. The east courtyard is the monk's room and the incense kitchen. There are four monks in this temple, and there is no need for anything. There is a place like the ministry hall, and the west courtyard is a guest room. There is a main room and two side rooms in the courtyard. There is an old plum tree in the courtyard. When it blooms, the red plums are like fire, and the yard is full of fragrance.
The inner guard in front held a lamp to illuminate the road. Yao Yao fell a few steps behind Han Changmu, and the light could not illuminate her feet. Han Changmu turned around, originally wanting to remind Yao Yao to pay attention to her steps, but he saw her face blank.
He pursed his lips calmly and said coolly: "After searching Qinglong Temple, go back home and ask Mrs. Liu to prepare delicious food for you."
This nonsense sentence made Yao Yao even more confused. He tripped over his left foot and stumbled over his right foot. He leaned on the temple door before he could stand still without throwing a mouthful of mud. He raised his head and asked: "What?"
Han Changmu said helplessly: "Aren't you distracted because you were hungry?"
Yao Yao understood, and immediately borrowed the donkey from Poxia, and nodded: "Yes, even those who are hungry in humble positions will be fooled."
Han Changmu took a deep look at Yao Yao, pursed his thin lips, said nothing, and went straight to Jueming's meditation room.
The room is still the same as it was a few days ago. The only change is that when the door is opened, dust visible to the naked eye falls from the door. There has been no one in the room for several days, and it is more deserted.
Since you are looking for something, you can't miss any place where your eyes can see it.
Han Changmu walked over quickly, picked up the dark yellow futon, and patted the dust on it.
These two futons were obviously old. There was lint on the edges. There was cotton wadding exposed where the stitching was loose, and thin soft silk was floating outside.
He took apart two futons, and the yellow cotton wool jumped out. He rummaged inside for a long time and patted the cotton wool that covered his hands.
Suddenly, a soft thumping sound came from the meditation room. He raised his head in surprise and glanced at the place where the sound came from.
I saw Yao Yao tilting his head, leaning against the south wall, and tapping his hands on the wall. The sound of "dong dong dong" came from there.
The sound was muffled, and once you heard it, you knew that the wall was solid.
But Yao Yao was a little stubborn. He leaned on the wall and kept knocking. Although his hands changed places, the approximate range was still on the difficult wall.
He was very curious, did Yao Yao still have such a persevering side? Even though he knew it was a wall, he refused to look back.
He walked over, stayed quiet for a moment, and suddenly said calmly: "This wall sounds solid. Why are you trying to compete with a wall?"
Yao Yao took a few steps back and looked up at the wall, his face a little gloomy: "The wall is solid, but this wall is wrong."
Han Changmu tilted his head: "What's wrong?"
Yao Yao walked outside with the lantern and raised it above his head. The dim light fell on the wall and enveloped her figure at the same time.
She pointed to the edge of the south wall and said, "Sir, judging from the outer wall, this Zen room should be at least as wide as one person."
Han Changmu said nothing, but with his hands behind his back, he strode from the edge of the south wall to the end of the north wall.
Then he lifted up his robe and entered the house, walking from the south wall to the north wall with the same pace.
When he reached the end, he stopped. Sure enough, as Yao Yao said, the inside was less wide than the outside, but he measured it with his steps, and she did see it with her eyes. Which one is better or worse is clear at a glance.
Han Changmu was quiet for a moment, remembering that in the Fifth Beacon, Yao Yao could see the abnormality of the crossbow and draw a complete diagram of the crossbow manufacturing. Even the skill of unlocking the lock should attract his attention.
It was because he was careless and was blinded by her appearance as a girl that he ignored so many doubts. She must not be an ordinary death guard, because saints are not allowed to teach death guard mechanism skills.
He suddenly looked deeply at Yao Yao, and his voice was slightly cold, like the moist clouds before the rain: "If I remember correctly, even a death guard will never learn the art of mechanism."
Yao Yao's mouth was full of bitterness, and she felt her mouth was dry and her hair was numb. She smiled innocently: "Your Majesty, you are too flattering to your humble position. How can you learn such a profound thing as mechanism from your humble position?" Living in a suffocating place, when I see a bigger house, I will subconsciously look at it a few more times, and over time, I will develop this discernment."
Han Changmu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Really?"
"Yes, yes." Yao Yao nodded repeatedly, and could only raise his hand to swear: "I have always been lazy and stupid in my humble job. How can I be willing to use my brain to learn those things? Isn't this torture?"
Han Changmu snorted expressionlessly.
He is not stupid, he can still tell the truth from lies. This is Yao Yao's serious nonsense. He blames this strange dodge skill on Liu Shengsheng's trick for Yao Yao, so he loses interest in investigating it. He walked to the south wall, knocked on it and asked, "Then why do you conclude that there is a problem with the south wall and not the north wall?"
Yao Yao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The north wall is next to the flue of the kitchen, which is not conducive to digging a darkroom or the like. Of course, maybe Jueming is a weirdo. If the south wall really doesn't If there is any abnormality, we still need to check the north wall."
Han Changmu said noncommittally and continued to knock on the wall.
There is nothing on this wall. The plain white wall is very smooth, without any unevenness. There is no such thing as hanging a picture or ordering a lattice cabinet.
Yao Yao looked around and sighed. It was obvious at a glance that there couldn't be any mechanism on the wall.
After knocking on the wall, Han Changmu and Yao Yao lay down on the ground again.
The ground is paved with two-foot-square blue bricks, which fit tightly together. Although they have been used for a long time, the color is a little black, and the gaps are filled with dust, they feel smooth and smooth.
The two of them knocked brick by brick. When they hit the two bricks close to the wall, the sound became crisper.
