Lin Sui'an saw a gated courtyard with rammed earth walls, thatched roofs, and a fence gate made of poplar wood. A bamboo lantern hung on the door, which was covered with dust and the color was washed away by wind and rain into pink | It was white, everything in sight was shaking, even the door and the yard were shaking, and then it slowly moved away, becoming more and more blurry. In a trance, I heard the rolling sound of wooden wheels rolling through the door, and finally It’s the rustling sound of wheels crushing the gravel ground…
When her eyes returned to reality, Lin Sui'an was still dizzy, felt a little nauseous in her stomach, and felt like she was motion sick. She raised her hand and tapped her forehead twice. Someone took her hand away, and Hua Yitang handed over a blue Colored glass vase with a silver lid and pale white jasmine petals burnt on the surface, reflecting Hua Yitang's fingertips crystal clear.
The little beggar with dog skin plaster in his arms disappeared, leaving only a few black handprints. Jin Ruo was standing ten steps away with the little beggar in his arms. The two of them looked over, their expressions as if they were carved out of the same mold.
"This is the secret balm made by Mu Xia. It can wake up the brain and soothe the nerves." He said softly. Seeing that Lin Sui'an's expression was still confused, he sighed softly, opened the lid of the balm, and got it on his ring finger and middle finger. A little, carefully apply it on Lin Sui'an's temples. I don’t know what kind of craftsmanship the balm is made of. It looks like a bright white paste, but it turns into water with just a gentle rub and penetrates into the skin. It is cool and exudes a light jasmine fragrance, which is refreshing.
Lin Sui'an woke up and glanced around briefly. Fang Keping drove away all the government officials and bad guys, and cut off the corpse's clothes - everyone's attention was on Fang Ke, it was a good time.
"Have you brought the little four treasures you bought before to carry with you?" Lin Sui'an asked in a low voice.
Hua Yitang sighed again, closed the lid of the ointment and stuffed it to Lin Sui'an, took out the wooden box of Xiao Si Bao from his sleeve, took a pen and dipped it in ink, "Tell me."
Lin Sui'an quickly described the scene he saw in Golden Finger in detail. This time, the content of the scene was richer than last time. Hua Yitang scrapped five drafts and completed the restoration. Lin Sui'an thought for a while, and then Added, "Still on a carriage, the road is gravel."
"This gate yard seems to have been abandoned for a long time," Hua Yitang said worriedly, "After nine months, I wonder if I can still find the specific location."
"Yes," Jin Ruo's voice suddenly came out. He came over with the little beggar in his arms and stretched out his neck. "Even if it's a piece of tile or a piece of grass in Dongdu, I can clean the door." Turn it over, but—" He paused, his eyes bright, "You have to tell me first, how were the houses in this painting and the Zhuhu Cloth Shop painted last time?"
Hua Yitang snorted: "Of course I'll do the math with my fingers——"
"If you can really help me find all the locations in the paintings," Lin Sui'an interrupted Hua Yitang, "I will tell you."
Hua Yitang glanced at Lin Sui'an in shock.
Jin Ruo's eyes widened, "You mean, it's not just this one?"
Lin Sui'an: "If nothing happens, I should be able to draw nine paintings."
Jin Ruo said "Wow" and grabbed the drawing paper from Hua Yitang's hand and looked at it carefully. The little beggar suddenly shouted, "I know this is an empty garden on Quxiang Street in Sishunfang. Lao Jiudu No one lives there anymore, and there are wild dogs inside. The wild dogs are robbing me of food, and I have beaten the dogs.”
Jin Ruo was overjoyed: "Little beggar, are you sure?"
The little beggar nodded fiercely: "I'll take you there."
Jin Ruo bared his teeth at Hua Yitang, put the little beggar on his shoulders, and ran away.
Lin Sui'an breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Jin Ruo and Jingmen were there, otherwise they might not be able to find the right place next year.
Hua Yitang's face was a bit smelly, he shook his fan angrily, and muttered. Lin Sui'an listened for a while and seemed to be saying, "Can a little brat with even hair not even grow up be reliable?" In this way, he thought He was talking about the little beggar. After listening to a few sentences, he realized that it was Jin Ruo who was complaining, which made him a little funny.
Could it be that he forgot that Jin Ruo was eighteen years old and he was only sixteen, so what right did he have to complain about others being brats.
Fang Ke completed the autopsy and found nothing special. He carefully sewed the corpse's shroud with a sullen face, scraped off a piece of something from the temple of the corpse with a knife, put it into a small porcelain bottle, rearranged the corpse, and burned the soul. Talisman, paper ashes were scattered around the corpse, climbed out of the grave, and called for people to re-close the coffin and bury it in the soil.
Ling Zhiyan and Wan Lin couldn't wait to greet them, and immediately wrote down the autopsy results without haste. Everyone looked a little disappointed. The two sisters of the deceased wanted to ask about the results, but they understood after looking at the expressions of the two officials. After a while, I started to cry softly. After the tomb is repaired, people come forward to worship with paper money and incense candles.
Fang Ke handed the autopsy grid to Hua Yitang, but his eyes were fixed on Lin Sui'an's face. His pupils were as deep as ancient wells, seemingly hiding millions of emotions. "Ms. Lin, if nothing else happens, the bodies of these deceased people have already rotted. I'm afraid there won't be any useful clues in the examination. Do you think it's necessary to continue the examination?"
Fang Ke had indeed noticed something a long time ago. Lin Sui'an thought about it and said firmly, "Test."
Fang Ke's expressionless face finally changed, and his left eyebrow was raised slightly, making his dry face look a little more popular.
For the next eight hours, everyone traveled through mountains and rivers throughout the Baochuan Mausoleum, dug seven graves, examined seven high-level corpses, carved seven autopsy records, and met seven grieving and heartbroken families. , Lin Sui'an and Hua Yitang were originally worried that Ling Zhiyan's PTSD would attack midway, but the situation was better than they imagined. Ling Sizhi was calm throughout the whole process, fully demonstrating the professionalism of a high-quality Dali Temple detective.
Lin Sui'an saw seven more memories, each of which was very similar in content, without any direct clues about the murderer.
Every time, it was a scene that I saw while sitting on a carriage. Sometimes it was a street, sometimes a house, sometimes a market, sometimes a flow of people, or a tea shop. Almost all of them were blurry and shaky scenes of the market. Lin Sui'an was a little puzzled. Logically speaking, everyone's obsessions should be different, but why the memories left by these women were so similar.
Perhaps it was because every time he opened a coffin for an autopsy, it required a lengthy preparation period. With sufficient rest time, Lin Sui'an did not feel particularly tired even though he frequently activated the golden finger throughout the day.
Hua Yitang was still very worried. Every time she opened the coffin, he would stay by her side. When Lin Sui'an came to her senses, he would stare at her and apply the refreshing balm until she was completely awake and her face looked better.
Jin Ruo and the little beggar never came back, but sent a team of Jingmen disciples to join them. After Hua Yitang drew a picture, they took one away, and the rest of the people continued to move forward with the team——
Under Wan Lin's unremitting coercion, he finally obtained the cemetery address of the ninth deceased in the mass grave. At the third quarter of the year, Fang Ke wrote the ninth autopsy grid in the mass grave, and Lin Sui'an obtained it. The ninth golden finger memory is a scene of a carriage crossing a bridge, in which the sparkling river water and sails can be seen.
The Jingmen disciples took away the picture, and Lin Sui'an stood in the mass grave and let out a long, long sigh of relief.
The grass on the tomb was lush and the moon was dim. She raised her head, listening to Hua Yitang and Ling Zhiyan discussing the autopsy pattern in a low voice, listening to the clinking sound of the porcelain bottles being put away by Fang Ke, and listening to the wind blowing in the sky. The owl sat on the branch of the tree and laughed "coo, coo, coo," and heard the paper flag on the grave in the distance break, and snow and frost fell on the ground.
Suddenly there was an empty space in my heart, and a whistling cold wind blew up like a hole. Qian Jing let out a whining knife sound in her sheath, which made her palms feel numb and painful, as if it resonated with the voice of her heart.
Lin Sui'an suddenly understood why there was no golden finger sequelae this time. Because these memories are very calm, without any intense emotions.
At that moment, they didn't know that what they saw in front of them would be their last visit to this world.
The girls, who were like flowers, died without any defense or knowledge.
Petal-like clothes floated to her side. Hua Yitang's face was almost transparent in the moonlight. The angle at which he looked up at the sky reminded Lin Sui'an of the time in Yangdu.
"Can you find it?" Lin Sui'an asked, just like he found the corpses of those white animals in Yangdu, he found Zhong Xue and found the murderer.
She had already perfected her golden finger, and the rest could only be left to him.
In other words, only he can do it.
Hua Yitang's eyelashes trembled slightly, turned to look at Lin Sui'an and smiled, "I said, I will believe you, so you must believe me."
His voice was as clear as the moonlight, "I will definitely find the beast who killed a thousand swords."
Chen Yanfan, the minister of Dali Temple, felt that he must be crazy, sitting here watching a yellow-haired dude playing with egg paintings.
When Zhang Huai dug him out of the bed at 3:00 a.m., he clearly said that he had found the key clues to solving the case and asked him to bring the map of the Eastern Capital to the Dali Temple's Document Hall to meet up. He came excitedly and sat there for half an hour. I saw the flower boy Shiro holding a charcoal pen and scribbling on the map he collected. He drew lines here and dots there, and then connected dots and lines to dots, which turned into circles and big traps. Small circles, circles on top of flat circles - even though he asked this kid to take care of Rokuro before, he didn't regard himself as an outsider!
Does this guy know how precious this map is? The streets and alleys of the 108 squares of Dongdu, the four rivers and nine canals of Dongdu's water system, and even underground waterways, sewers, etc. are all marked. With such a detailed map, looking at the entire Dongdu, except for Ouchi and Jinwuwei Only he can take out the yamen, and he has nowhere to buy it if he has money!
To be honest, if Ling Zhiyan and Zhang Huai hadn't pulled him, he would have turned the table over eight hundred times.
What's even more hateful is that while he, a dignified minister of Dali Temple, was still staying up late, the people Hua Yitang brought with him actually dozed off as if no one was around, especially the man in red clothes, who slept so soundly with the box on his pillow, and even Purr. He glared over and was stared back by the young lady next to him.
He remembered that this young lady's surname was Lin, who claimed to be able to fight one against a hundred. Chen Yanfan felt that this was pure nonsense. Everyone in the world knew the behavior of Yangdu's most handsome man, and it must be to cover up some ulterior motives, so he He made up a fierce-sounding identity for the beautiful young lady who was accompanying him.
However, I have to say that when Mrs. Lin glared at her, she did feel a little hairy in the back.
"Silang, what's wrong?" Ling Zhiyan asked.
Chen Yanfan looked sideways: You actually asked Silang to be so affectionate?
Hua Yitang held the charcoal pen in his right hand and shook the fan quickly with his left hand. He spoke quickly, "I assigned serial numbers to several victims based on the time of death. There are fifteen people in total. Feng Yiniang is number 15, Huo Siniang is 10." No. 4, Zhou Xinghong No. 9, and so on. I have marked the location where the body was found."
Chen Yanfan took a look and saw that there were indeed more than a dozen points marked on the map. The locations were scattered and nothing special could be seen.
Hua Yitang: "There are a few points that need special attention, No. 1, No. 5, No. 10, No. 14."
Zhang Huai: "Why?"
Ling Zhiyan: "I remember that the causes of death recorded in the autopsies of these people were different from those of the previous deceased."
"That's right." Hua Yitang said, "Nos. 1 to 4, the cause of death was strangulation, Nos. 5 to 9, the cause of death was suffocation, and No. 10 to 13, although the cause of death was suffocation, the corpses were better preserved. In good condition, carbon poisoning occurred on the 14th and 15th.”
Ling Zhiyan pointed at the map with her finger: "The body of No. 1 was found at the junction of Cao Canal and Luoshui River, the body of No. 5 was found at the junction of Shuikou Canal and Runshui Canal, the body of No. 10 was found in Runshui Canal, the body of No. 14 was found in Yishui Canal, all in Luo Beicheng.”
Zhang Huai: "What does this mean?"
Hua Yitang shook his fan: "It means the murderer has a soft spot for the scenery in Luobei City, but not that much."
Chen Yanfan: "What are you talking about?"
"That's right." Lin Sui'an hugged Qian Jing with his arms and stared at the map. "I wonder if Mr. Chen has ever heard of a saying that rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests.":,,
