Yang Xian gently picked up the hair, freed his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and then put the hair in front of his nose and smelled it.
"Why do I feel like there is a faint trace of evil spirit on this hair... It would be great if the sniffing rat of Qian Brothers was here." Yang Xianxin said.
At this time, Hei Bu jumped onto the table and kept smelling everywhere with his nose.
"Heibu, I want to thank you. How did you find this place?" Yang Xian looked at Heibu and asked with a smile.
Hei Bu looked up at Yang Xian and called out "woo woo woo" several times.
It couldn't speak human words, otherwise it would have wanted to tell Mr. Yang its findings.
Yang Xian looked at his arms and found that they were covered with dense beads of sweat. He couldn't help but sigh: "In this weather, the Sutra Pavilion is steaming like a steamer. It's too hot."
Suddenly, Hei Bu jumped outside without any warning.
This caught Yang Xian off guard. Before he could say anything, it was too late to reach out and pull him away.
"Black cloth!" Yang Xian quickly turned his head and put the machine books back to their original positions. He waited until the secret compartment was closed again before running towards the window sill where he had just come in.
Yang Xian had just run a few steps when he suddenly thought of something and suddenly became confused: "This hidden compartment is too big for anyone to enter! Only the small body of an animal like Heibu can come and go freely. Could the murderer be a monster?"
He then heard footsteps coming from downstairs, and before he had time to think about it, he crossed the window sill and jumped down.
Yang Xian left the Sutra Pavilion and returned to the hilltop facing the hidden compartment, where he found Heibu squatting on a stone and looking at him quietly.
"Hei Bu, you can't run around!" Yang Xian shouted.
Hei Bu didn't listen. As soon as Yang Xian spoke, it ran down the mountain again.
Yang Xian didn't care much and followed Hei Bu.
Along the way, the black cloth kept galloping, and Yang Xian couldn't catch it at all. Finally, after walking through the house and courtyard, it finally stopped at one place.
Yang Xian picked up Heibu, but the little guy was still struggling in his arms.
"Don't move, don't move! You can really run!" Yang Xian looked up casually while comforting the black cloth in his arms.
"Morgue!" Yang Xian's eyes widened instantly.
"What did you bring me here for?" Yang Xian lowered his head and asked, then looked at the door warily. There were many guards standing at the gate, but they had not been discovered yet.
Heibu still struggled to walk into the morgue.
Yang Xian thought for a moment and was about to slowly put down the black cloth and let it go to see if he could find anything. Who would have thought that Yang Xian saw Zheng Lulu walking out of the door.
Yang Xian hurriedly hugged the black cloth tightly and hid behind a gray wall.
"Senior Sister Lulu should have just finished the autopsy. Senior Sister Yunzhi is in the Sutra Collection Pavilion, and Senior Sister Lulu came to the morgue. So where did Senior Brother and the others go?" Yang Xian began to think.
Seeing Zheng Lulu walking away, Hei Bu in his arms began to struggle again.
Yang Xian said hurriedly: "Heibu, don't be impatient. There are too many people. Let me deal with them first."
Although Hei Bu was anxious, he immediately stopped making trouble after hearing this.
Yang Xian couldn't help but say: "Brother Qian's little pet is really strange. It's delicious and can be eaten. It understands human speech and is not reckless when things happen."
Yang first tidied himself up and walked slowly towards the morgue.
"Stop, everyone is waiting, no one is allowed in now." The two guards immediately stopped Yang Xian and looked at him firmly.
Yang Xian repeated his old trick and took out the duty token again.
"Are you here to guard? But the time has not come yet?" The guard disciple took the token, confirmed Yang Xian's identity, looked at each other, and asked.
"Two senior brothers, I am a new disciple, and I am not very familiar with it yet. How about I go in first to get familiar with it, and I will replace you in a while." Yang Xian bowed and said to the guarding disciples.
When the guard disciple heard this, he was infected by Yang Xian's elegant and sincere attitude. He nodded and said with a smile: "Junior brother, this is okay. You can go in and take a look first. But senior brother reminds you, you must not go anywhere. Walking around, especially the morgue in the middle, we can't go in with our status, because the corpses of the victims of the Zangjing Pavilion murder case are kept there."
Yang Xian naturally nodded in agreement.
In this way, Yang Xian easily walked into the morgue with a watch token.
The Oriental morgue is not very big and is seldom used. After all, cultivators live longer, and there are very few people who can die in a sect.
Yang first put down the black cloth in his arms.
As soon as the black cloth hit the ground, he immediately ran towards the morgue in the middle.
Yang Xian looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He jumped in sideways and closed the door behind his back.
When he came in, Heibu was sitting next to the two corpses, looking at Yang Xian.
Yang Xian walked over, saluted first, and said: "Two fellow disciples of Yanyu Hall, I, Mr. Yang, want to examine your bodies today. I have no choice but to do so, and I hope you two can understand. One is to save my brother, and the other is I came here just for you two to catch the real culprit, I’m offended!”
He told the story and then lifted the white cloth covering the body.
The weather was hot and the corpses already had the smell of decay. Yang Xian suppressed his nausea and began to observe the wounds of the two people. Fortunately, the wounds were not very rotten.
After just watching for a while, Yang Xian couldn't bear the stench anymore, so he took out a piece of cloth from his arms and wrapped it around his mouth and nose.
After some inspections, Yang Xian determined the cause of death of the two people.
"Xiao Feng was indeed injured by water spells and died, and Xiaolong must have suffered more than just fire spells." Yang Xian looked at Xiaolong's wounds carefully and judged.
Yang Xian gently touched the skin of Xiaolong's wound with his hand and judged: "These pieces of skin have obviously been burned. Why do they show different postures?"
"There's black and blond hair here too!"
Yang Xian found black and golden hair on Xiaolong's body.
He quickly took out a few hairs he had just found from his arms, compared them, and found that they were the same as those on Xiaolong's body.
Yang Xian carefully searched Xiaofeng's body again.
"No, this hair only exists on Xiaolong's body." Yang Xianxin said.
He returned to Xiaolong's side, carefully looked at Xiaolong's fingers and other places, and found some hairs.
The murder cases in Zangjing Pavilion are becoming more and more complicated, and Yang Xian urgently needs a quiet environment to think about the problem.
Coincidentally, Yang Xian heard a familiar voice coming from outside again.
"It's some masters!" Yang Xian exclaimed, hurriedly picked up the black cloth, turned around and jumped out of the window.
[Oriental School·Repentance Hall]
Qi Luo looked at Qianqiu who was still practicing in the cell without saying a word.
But Liuli beside him spoke first: "Qianqiu, if you have anything to say, say it now. After all, you will be expelled from the school soon."
"Shut up!" Yu Wenhua drank for six miles and said politely, "Qianqiu, you know that you are very aware of current affairs. Tell us what you know, and senior brother will definitely make the decision for you."
Qianqiu turned his head away and said: "The decision? I was expelled from the master, so that your Alchemy Hall can also show off your power. Shouldn't you start to be happy?"
"That's wrong. Our Alchemy Hall just wants to find the real culprit as soon as possible and clear Junior Brother Qian's name." Qi Luo, who had not spoken for a long time, spoke now.
Qianqiu smiled and said: "In that case, since your main purpose is to find the real murderer as soon as possible, why did you skip a few of them and come directly to me? Senior brother, this is my sixth cell .”
After Qianqiu finished speaking, he pointed to several other cells.
As soon as these words came out, Qi Luo felt a little embarrassed.
He has always been aboveboard in his actions and has never done anything harmful to others. Now being forced into this situation by Duan Jue is definitely not what he wants. But now that Qianqiu directly pointed it out, he felt a little embarrassed.
Yu Wenhua noticed it and hurriedly answered: "The first few people have already passed the preliminary screening, so I can ask you directly. After all, you are a five-element body that our oriental sect has not seen in a century."
Qianqiu sneered, turned his back and said, "Brothers and sisters of the Alchemy Hall, Qianqiu has no comment."
"You!" Yu Wenhua wanted to say something but couldn't.
Qi Luo waved his hands and said, "Forget it, let's ask the others first."
Yu Wenhua nodded and said to Qianqiu: "Brother Qianqiu, please take care of yourself."
"Brother Yuwen, please bother me." Qianqiu Ren didn't turn around, but Chaotian cupped his fists.
[Oriental School·Male Disciples’ Branch]
By the time Yang Xian repaired the holes in each guard, it was almost Haishi when he returned to the room.
Yang Xian took out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down everything he discovered today.
After writing it, he began to compare it carefully, began to connect all the evidence, and marked the faults.
Yang Xian combed through it carefully and found that there was still a lot of missing evidence to prove Qianqiu's innocence: "With so many doubts and faults, it seems that Brother Qian will only suffer more in the cell."
"Did Xiaofeng and Xiaolong do something that led to their death, or do they have different identities." After combing through it for a long time, he finally discovered the source of the whole thing.
"But now the twins' room must have been searched. Unfortunately, I don't have any clues or information about these two people. It seems that I need to help others."
Yang Xian continued to comb down.
"Xiaofeng was killed by a water spell. The physical features and wounds on the body are consistent, and there is nothing new. But it is precisely the way Xiaolong died that is too strange. If he was killed by a fire spell, the wound It must be burnt black, why is there such tender meat?"
Yang Xian was puzzled.
As he thought about it, he began to untie his sweat-soaked clothes.
"The weather is so hot, Heibu, I'm going to find you something to eat and drink." Yang Xian suddenly remembered that Heibu hadn't eaten yet, so he said to him.
Yang Xian took a piece of dried meat placed in the basket, took a small bite, then spit it out, and said to himself: "It's sour, it's sour, the weather is too hot, and the meat has a taste."
At this moment, Yang Xian suddenly had an idea and slapped his thigh suddenly: "Yes, why is it tasteless?"
