Lin Sui'an remembered Rou Qian'er, the woman with a voice like an oriole whom she met while chasing Tatargan. At that time, Hua Yitang also had some wild ideas about her having evil intentions towards Lin Sui'an. At that time, Lin Sui'an only felt that the woman looked at her with a strange and uncomfortable look. Now that she thought about it, it was her sixth sense that was sending a warning - there was something wrong with this woman...what?
Lin Sui'an: "Are you sure that Rou Qian'er of the Zimu family is dead?"
Qinfang: "This - I just heard it from hearsay, so I don't know whether it's true or not."
"Rou Qian'er lives at No. 333, Sanhui Street, Fugaifang. The location is diagonally opposite Tatargan's private residence. She has been in the cloth business all year round. She is familiar with the cloth shops in Nanshi and Beishi. She is adjacent to Youfang. He said that Rou Qian'er is a self-made businessman who is kind-hearted and often helps her neighbors. This time Tatar's crimes were exposed, and it was she who encouraged the people of Fujiafang to come to Dali Temple to testify." Ling Zhiyan seemed to be asking other people, but also seemed to be asking herself He said to himself, "Are this Rou Qian'er and the Rou Qian'er from Zimufang the same person?"
Since the name Rou Qian'er appeared, Hua Yitang fell silent. He tapped his forehead with his fan and suddenly said, "Brother Fang, please lend me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
Fang Ke reluctantly sent it over. Hua Yitang drew a hastily portrait and handed it to Fan Baniang, "This is Rou Qian'er from Fu Jiao Fang."
Fan Baniang and Qin Fang looked at it for a long time and shook their heads together.
Fan Baniang: "I remember that Rou Qian'er has two tear moles under her eyes."
Qinfang: "Rou Qian'er is much prettier than this girl. She has an oval face, pink and phoenix eyes, and a smaller mouth."
Ling Zhiyan: "...Is it just a coincidence that they have the same name?"
"Wait a minute, why does this Rou Qian'er look familiar to me?" Qinfang put up the portrait and looked at the light, "Fan Baniang, do you think so?"
Fan Baniang stared for a long time and shook her head, "I have no impression."
"No, no, I must have seen this person before. Where have I seen him?" Qinfang stared at the portrait and fell into deep thought.
Fang Ke sighed, "Do you have any leftover Hua Chun Cream here?"
Fan Baniang: "I threw it away a long time ago. Who still keeps that unlucky thing?"
Lin Sui'an asked Jin Ruo: "How is the investigation at Jingmen?"
Jin Ruo stuffed two pieces of meat and chewed it until his mouth was full of oil. He was the most enthusiastic in the whole room and enjoyed eating the most. "Don't worry, I've sent everyone out. There will be news soon."
The air pressure in the hall was a little low. Ling Zhiyan was sullen and silent. Hua Yitang was leaning on the desk with his eyelids drooping. The fan in his hand opened and closed, closed and opened again, making a clicking sound. Don't know what to think.
Lin Sui'an went through the known clues so far and found depressingly that the case had entered a strange bottleneck period. They knew the murderer's motive and method, completed the murderer's psychological portrait, and found the location of the murderer's home. In Lifang, they even found the Huachun Cream that had been banned five years ago, but the murderer was like a shadow in the water or a flower in the mirror. Every time he was touched, he disappeared quickly.
Did they ignore any key clues?
Or is it that what they need now is the luck of the protagonist's halo?
Lin Sui'an even thought that it might be more efficient to let Hua Yitang dance to the song "Dancing Master".
Fang Ke frowned, poured the liquid from the small porcelain bottle into the wine cup, lightly covered the bottom of the wine cup, cut the raw-edged white paper into small paper strips one finger wide, about seven or eight strips, dip a little on each strip, and arrange them side by side Put it on the table, take out five smaller porcelain bottles, place them in front of the paper, wait for a moment, and sprinkle the powder in the small porcelain bottles on the semi-dry paper. The operation is extremely delicate and cautious, as if you are doing some chemistry. The experiment is average.
Eta sat next to him, his big blue eyes full of curiosity, and he didn't dare to express his anger. Lin Sui'an couldn't bear it, so he moved over and watched the fun.
The tops of the eight small paper strips gradually changed colors, some turned blue, some turned orange, some turned green, and some turned red, looking like a reagent color card.
Lin Sui'an: "What is this?"
"This is my homemade coloring liquid. It can simply analyze the ingredients of spices and balms. Unfortunately, it is not perfect yet-" Fang Ke suddenly paused and turned to stare at Lin Sui'an, "What does it smell like on you?"
Lin Sui'an reached up his sleeve and smelled it, "It's the spice that Tatar dried on me. Does it still smell?"
Fang Ke frowned, smelled it again, turned around and sneezed, "It's not this, it's another scent."
Lin Sui'an was surprised and smelled his clothes and cuffs, "No."
"Pig, don't move." Ita stood up, circled Lin Sui'an twice, put his nose close to Lin Sui'an's left shoulder and sniffed, his blue eyes suddenly lit up, "Here!"
Soon after, Fang Ke took out a wet handkerchief from the box and put it on Lin Sui'an's shoulder. The speed was as fast as lightning. Before Lin Sui'an could even react, Fang Ke had already taken it away. To wear a handkerchief, use small scissors to cut the handkerchief into a piece of cloth the size of a fingernail, stuff it into a porcelain bottle, mix some strange liquid into it, plug the mouth of the bottle, and hold the bottle up and down, left, right and right with one hand. After swaying around for a while, his technique was similar to that of a bartender making cocktails in a modern bar. He took another wine cup, wiped it clean, poured out the liquid inside, repeated the previous process, and checked the color again.
Lin Sui'an scratched his wet shoulders and watched as the small strips of paper changed color one after another, three blue, two green, one red, and two orange. The color distribution was actually quite similar to the previous experiment.
Fang Ke: "Your shoulder is stained with a kind of spice, which is almost the same as the ingredient of Huachun Cream."
Lin Sui'an: "Eh?!"
"Besides Tatargan, who else have you come into contact with? Where have you been?"
"That was too much," Lin Sui'an recalled. "I went to a secret passage in an abandoned garden to rescue Jin Ruo, met the brothers of Jingmen and the people of Fujiaofang, rescued a little maid, and met ——" Lin Sui'an's eyes widened. She remembered that Rou Qian'er seemed to be standing on her left side at that time.
Good guy!
Tianshu hurriedly walked into the garden and whispered a few words in Jin Ruo's ear. Jin Ruo glanced at Tianshu in surprise, wiped his mouth, stood up and came to Lin Sui'an's side, whispering, "Brothers, let's have a row." After looking at the households near Tatargan's private residence and private treasury, there are three households that meet the conditions given by Hua Yitang. They are all engaged in cloth trading. The heads of two households are not in Dongdu all year round. There is also one household. All other conditions are met, except for one. Not quite right."
Lin Sui'an: "Which one?"
Jin Ruo: "There are no men in this family. The head of the house is a woman. There is only one maid who serves the family all year round. The rest of the maids and the male servants who help daily are all short-term hired workers who change every three months."
Hua Yitang suddenly opened his eyes, and Lin Sui'an almost said in unison with him, "Is it Rou Qian'er?!"
Jin Ruo nodded.
"Man, yes, yes, it's a man!" Qinfang pointed at the portrait of Rou Qian'er and shouted, "I remembered that I once saw a man at Zimu's house. He was very similar to the man in the painting, but his personality Man, no no no, when I saw him, he was a woman, an actor dressed as a woman, but he was actually a man!"
Qinfang's words didn't match her words, so Ling Zhiyan immediately grasped the key point, "Are you saying that this Rou Qian'er is an actor who is good at dressing up as a woman?"
"Exactly!" Qinfang breathed out excitedly, "Besides, this actor is Rou Qian'er's sweetheart!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone jumped up at the same time.
Hua Yitang's eyes lit up, "That's him!"
When a group of people rushed to Fuxiaofang, it was already past the curfew time. The moonlight shone on the gate of "Rouzhai", and the light was faintly revealed in the house. The wind blew, and the mottled tree shadows were faintly reflected. Swirling, quiet and strange.
The tenth elders Ding Kun and Qixing stood guard outside the door and greeted Lin Sui'an and Jin Ruo. "After I came back from Dali Temple, I never left the house again."
Ling Zhiyan led the bad guys from the Dali Temple government office and knocked on the door. After three knocks, the door creaked open on its own. The door is unlocked.
"Rou Qian'er," a voice like an oriole came out faintly, "Masters, please come in."
Everyone looked at each other, Lin Sui'an took the lead, Ling Zhiyan and Dali Temple officials were in charge of the outside, Jin Ruo, Tianshu and others held the line, and Hua Yitang, Fang Ke and other people who did not know martial arts were guarded in the center.
The house is larger than expected. After entering the gate, there is a large square. There are seven or eight horse-drawn carriages pulling people and five or six ox-carts pulling goods. Directly opposite is a large screen wall. When you walk around, you can see a semi-open air. In the main hall, the mats and curtains on all sides are rolled up high. Four tree-shaped candlesticks stand on both sides, each half a person tall. They are filled with white wax, and solidified wax oil hangs below. The candlelight is swaying. There was a little sound, and among the weird wax oil and candlelight, there was a Rou Qian'er sitting.
She wore a bright red pomegranate skirt, with a bright red shawl hanging from her elbows, which was as red as blood. Her hair was combed very high, with only a golden hairpin. She turned her body slightly sideways, her posture was elegant, her chin was high, and her neck was highlighted. Slender, with eyes that seemed to be filled with water, he looked at everyone with affection.
Last time, because her flirtatious teasing made Lin Sui'an very uncomfortable, he didn't take a closer look. Looking at this person again, although his movements were lifelike and he could even hide his Adam's apple, there was no cloud after all. Zhongyue's superb bone-shrinking skills made her torso and arm frames much thicker than those of ordinary women. Lin Sui'an even suspected that those artificial eyes and sounds before were just to distract Lin Sui'an from noticing her. flaw.
Ling Zhiyan ordered in a low voice, and the Dali Temple officials and bad guys dispersed out of the lobby and began to search the entire house. Rou Qian'er covered her mouth and smiled softly, "Ling Si, there is no need to search. I am the only one in this house."
Ling Zhiyan remained silent. Hua Yitang stepped forward with his fan waving, and scanned her up and down with his eyes raised, "Did you already know that we would come?"
Rou Qian'er sighed and looked at Lin Sui'an faintly, "I guessed it when I saw Mrs. Lin, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."
Ling Zhiyan's eyebrows were sharp: "You killed Feng Erniang and other fifteen girls, insulted the corpses, and the methods were cruel and shocking. Can you plead guilty?!"
"Ling Si, please don't slander anyone," Rou Qian'er made an exaggerated expression of surprise, "I am a weak woman, a businessman who does my duty, and I have never done anything bad."
Hua Yitang snorted, "Ms. Qinfang!"
Qinfang poked her head out from behind Mu Xia, took a closer look, pointed at "Rou Qian'er" and shouted, "Yes, that's him!"
Before he finished speaking, Lin Sui'an lifted Chu Qianjing upwards. The dark green sword light wiped out half of the candles, and crushed Rou Qian'er's upper body clothes with a swish sound, like broken dead leaves falling, revealing half of her naked body. , chest | flat front, thick bones, just like a man.
Rou Qian'er's complexion changed greatly, her eyeballs almost came out of their sockets, she covered her body in panic, paused, smiled again, casually put the shawl hanging on her elbow on her shoulders, "I remember that there seems to be no such thing in the laws of the Tang Dynasty. The rules say that men are not allowed to wear women’s clothes, right?”
This time, he used a real voice, which was a clear male voice. It was very similar to the voice of a boy before his voice changed. He must have been able to imitate female voices all year round because of his extraordinary talent.
The government officials and bad guys who went out to search came back, gathered around Ling Zhiyan and reported in a low voice. Ling Zhiyan's face darkened, she glanced at Rou Qian'er coldly, and said in a loud voice, "Bring this person back to Dali Temple! Yan Trial!"
Rou Qian'er stood up unhurriedly, and Pingting stepped forward with a vague smile on her face. Until she was escorted away by the government officials, her smile did not diminish by half, her eyes were filled with condescension. Provocation and ridicule.
Sure enough, Ling Zhiyan's next words were bad news.
"This house is extremely clean. No evidence of him killing anyone or humiliating the body was found. It seems that it was cleaned deliberately in advance."
Clean up? Who cleaned it? !
Lin Sui'an's mind buzzed, "Where is the little maid named Yingying in her family?"
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Hua Yitang: Hum hum hum, I knew that the person who covets my Lin Sui'an must not be a good person! :,,
