the other side, flower festival

Chapter 27 The Death of the Painter
Seeing what happened just now, Rong Yunhe actually forgot the pain. He thought it was just a murder case, and thought that he might just fall into an incomprehensible mystery, but he didn't expect that everything that happened just now has surpassed his expectations. understandable range.

He raised his eyes and saw the black shadow of thorns coming from the air, pressing tightly on his body, the faces of the two were very close, the pressure made Rong Yunhe almost unable to breathe.

Thorn's voice was magnetic and nice, but it was frighteningly cold: "Why bother trying so hard when you know you can't escape from my grasp?"

Rong Yunhe struggled: "You are the one who asked me to paint that day?"

Thorn gritted his teeth: "It's too late to know now! Without Jiang Jichen's protection, let me see where else you can escape!"

With an exclamation, Rong Yunhe fell to the ground in an instant, and lay on the ground. With a puff of smoke, his body had become a pool of shredded flesh and blood, like a carnivorous bird gnawing at it.

Thorn's back was dark and upright, he raised his head from the pair of rotten flesh of Rong Yunhe's corpse, and looked back coldly at the place where Jiang Jichen fell just now, there was only a pile of blood left at that place, and Jiang The body of the priest has long since disappeared.

Thorn looked at the deep night in the distance, and murmured sadly: "Linglong."

In the darkness, a figure flashed past, running in the darkness as if frightened.

The corner of Thorn's lips rose, and the wings on the back spread out instantly, covering the moonlight, and disappeared with a kick.

It turned out that it was a woman who was running in the dark just now. She was so frightened by what she had just seen that she was already sweating all over her body. When she heard footsteps behind her, she couldn't control her legs.

The black shadow came oppressively, behind the woman, the woman's body shook like a dice, she was already startled, she slowly turned her head away, with a terrified look, her pupils instantly dilated, and she let out a cry.
Before the morning light could shine into the window, Si Yang Ting was lying on the bed in a slumped sleeping state, and the servant who took care of Si Yang Ting ran in, almost out of breath.

"Second young master, something serious has happened! Hurry up, get up."

Si Yangting squinted his eyes, just in time to see the boy standing by the bed, he turned over lazily, with his legs resting on the edge of the bed, but he just couldn't get up: "It's early in the morning, it's not yet dawn, when is it like this? panic?"

The servant took a step forward: "Master Fu, it's Master Fu who asked you to go to the scene of the murder as soon as possible. It was last night."

When he heard the words of the murder scene, Si Yangting suddenly turned over, sat up from the bed, and exclaimed, "Murder? Where?"

The boy pursed his lips and looked anxious: "The deceased in the main street of Changle Fang was the painter of Dali Temple, Rong Yunhe."

Si Yangting's body broke and trembled unconsciously, and he stepped on the ground with bare feet. The coldness penetrating into his whole body from the ground made his brain unable to think normally. Or, it wasn't the coldness from the ground, but the coldness from the bottom of his heart. cold.

Si Yangting, who was anxious to go there just now, paused for a moment. What was he thinking?His conscious and subconscious are fighting, no, it's impossible, why did Rong Yunhe die?Because of that portrait?If this is the case, the other party seems to want to place Jiang Jichen in a place of injustice, so that he cannot be cleared of his crimes in public opinion.

Si Yangting's voice was so soft that he could hardly hear him: "Does the suspect have relevant clues?"

The boy shook his head: "Second Young Master, are you sleepy? Why do you ask me these things? How can I know? Mr. Fu is waiting for you, so hurry up, don't waste the time."

It was only then that Si Yangting realized the crisis of the whole incident. Without his shoes on, he tore off his clothes from the hanger and ran to the door. When he ran to the courtyard, the servant followed up with his shoes and stopped him. Si Yangting: "My lord, be careful of catching a cold."

At this time, the boy saw that Si Yangting's eye circles were a little red, and he knew what Si Yangting was worried about, but Si Yangting stopped mechanically, but his thoughts had drifted to Changlefang, and the boy squatted down. , to help Si Yang Ting put on his shoes: "Second young master, please be safe and don't be impatient. All grievances will always have a definite outcome."

While talking, the servant had already put on the shoes for Si Yangting, but Si Yangting seemed not to have heard what the servant said, and rushed out until outside the door of Shangshu's mansion, where the servant had helped Si Yangting prepare the horses. Alright, as soon as Si Yangting lifted his foot, he jumped on the horse and passed through the crowd, disappearing into the crowd with a heroic appearance.

A sedan chair passed by the door of Shangshu Mansion, and the person in the sedan ordered the bearer to stop. He lifted the curtain, glanced at the signboard of Shangshu Mansion, and waved the cattail fan in his hand coldly: "Let's go."

That person was none other than Wang Ziyu, the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials who had been looking for Linglong in Zhuijinlou.

In the sedan chair, Wang Ziyu chuckled mockingly: "It's a good show, it's about to start again."

When Si Yangting, who was in a daze, rushed to Changlefang, he saw that the entrance of Rong Yunhe's house was already crowded with people. Si Yangting jumped off his horse and rushed into the crowd, keeping his eyes on Rong Yun, who was dying terribly on the ground. crane.

Just beside the crowd, a woman was telling a few officials of Dali Temple what she had seen, and she spoke clearly and logically, just like a storyteller. Some people even gathered around to listen to the book.

In fact, to be honest, in Chang'an City's Changlefang, does anyone really care about the cause of a person's death?Not necessarily, this is almost the most inferior place of residence in Chang'an City. People just want to survive, and they are just filling in the conversation after dinner. Even before this, few people knew that their neighbor would be Dali What's more, they probably don't even know what a profile painter is. Hearing the job title of a painter, those who don't understand think it's just painting.

The woman was drooling as she spoke, "My lord, I really saw this with my own eyes. Last night, that man in white suddenly descended from the sky. He looked like he had a demonic aura. Moreover, he cast spells, so it must be nothing." Good guy, maybe even a goblin."

The crowd heard a burst of exclamation, and some even nodded in agreement, and the woman spoke more vigorously: "The man looks clean and white, but the way he kills people is so strange." Just like a beast, he puts his hand into the other person's heart and twists it all at once, how can ordinary people bear the pain? Come to think of it, this person must have suffered a lot before he died, it's pitiful."

Si Yangting stepped forward, grabbed the woman's shoulder, and pulled her painfully.

"What are you doing?! Don't you know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?! Let go!" The woman stared at Si Yangting who had almost lost his mind in disgust.

Si Yangting's voice was hoarse: "If you dare to speak nonsense here again, I will."

"Si Yang Ting!"

Si Yangting followed the calm voice behind him, turned around, just in time to see Fu Lingtian leading someone over, looking at Si Yangting solemnly and dignifiedly.

Si Yangting slowly let go of the woman's shoulders: "Master Fu"

Fu Lingtian only gave a cold grunt, then passed Si Yangting, walked directly in front of the woman, and opened a profile picture to the woman: "The person you saw last night was this person?" In the painting, it was exactly what Jiang Jichen looked like.

Si Yangting took a step forward and looked at Fu Lingtian in astonishment: "Master Fu!"

Fu Lingtian only gave Si Yangting a cold look, then turned his head and looked at the woman with a questioning attitude. The woman seemed to be possessed by something. When she saw the portrait of Jiang Jichen, she immediately showed no expression, her eyes were dull, He didn't reply for a while, just looked at the person in the painting.

Fu Lingtian reminded: "But did you see clearly?"

The woman slowly came back to her senses, but her eyes were still dull, she nodded: "Yes, it was the other person who killed him!"

Si Yangting was furious, gritted his teeth and stepped forward, pointing his finger at the woman's face: "You actually lied in front of everyone! Do you know what a crime it is to lie to Dali Temple? Do you know what a crime it is to give false testimony?!"

At this moment, the woman seemed to have come to her senses, her eyes moved out of the painting, as if she had regained her energy, she was so arrogant that she put her hands on her hips, and approached Si Yangting like a demonstration: "I said, how dare you do anything to me?" The one who moved his feet was the official from the Dali Temple." He deliberately turned his head to the crowd, "Come and see, everyone, the official from the Dali Temple is beating people in the street! He is going to beat people in order to cover up criminals!"

The crowd all looked at Si Yangting, some whispered, some pointed, and some stepped back from his side as if avoiding the plague. Si Yangting felt aggrieved, but couldn't speak.

Fu Lingtian glared at Si Yangting fiercely: "It's not a fool who asked you to come to the crime scene. Don't you know what you should do now?"

Si Yangting was in a hurry: "But Mr. Fu! You know it clearly."

Fu Lingtian interrupted Si Yangting: "Facts must be based on evidence! We don't know what the result will be." Fu Lingtian approached Si Yangting's ear, "At least for now, Jiang Jichen is a criminal suspect. Moreover, he is the only criminal suspect at present, and the authentication evidence is here."

Fu Lingtian withdrew his face and looked at the shocked and speechless expression on Si Yangting's expression: "If you really want to unravel the truth of all this, you need to rely on this instead of shouting." Fu Lingtian said As he spoke, he nodded Si Yangting's head with his hand.

Si Yangting was restrained by Fu Lingtian, without saying a word, he just lowered his head: "Yes, Mr. Fu taught me a lesson."

Seeing Si Yangting lowering his head, Fu Lingtian felt pity. After all, he was a child who grew up by his side. At that time, Si Yangting and Jiang Jichen were both young, but the two children seemed to be very fond of Dali Temple. Both of them were deeply interested in the cases, and the ability of the two to solve cases, apart from their natural intelligence, was almost all learned from Fu Lingtian.

Fu Lingtian raised his hand and patted Si Yangting's shoulder: "Only you, I believe, is useless. Use what you have learned on weekdays. This time, if there is no Jiang Jichen who can help you, try to see if you can help yourself." Jiang Jichen deciphered the mystery."

Si Yangting looked up at Fu Lingtian gratefully.

Fu Lingtian continued: "Didn't you want to compete with Jiang Jichen since you were young? This is a perfect opportunity to do your own thing well, and more importantly, learn to control your own situation," see Take a look at the people around, "especially when facing these ordinary people, because sometimes they can only see the surface of the problem when they look at it, so we need to put the truth on the surface to show them clearly. "

Si Yangting nodded: "I was the one who was abrupt, I'm sorry, Mr. Fu."

Knowing that Si Yangting had listened to his words, Fu Lingtian nodded in satisfaction: "You and your co-worker should follow up on Rong Yunhe's body, and I'll leave it to you."

Si Yangting bowed to Ling Tian and bowed: "Yes! Master Fu!"

Fu Lingtian didn't respond, and after leading everyone away, Si Yangting turned to look at the bloody corpse of Rong Yunhe, while Wu Zuo was studying something.

Si Yang Ting stepped forward and said to Wu: "Trouble, take the body back to Dali Temple, and check the specific situation carefully."

Wu Zuo bowed and nodded: "Yes, Mr. Si."

After Wu Zuo carried the body away, the crowd still didn't disperse. Si Yangting looked around and found that Jiang Jichen was not around. Then he remembered that he came here in a hurry early in the morning. I don't know if Jiang Jichen had heard the result .

Perhaps now, I believe that Jiang Jichen is not the murderer, only myself and Fu Lingtian are left. In the eyes of everyone, the murderer of this serial murder is Jiang Jichen, the eldest son who came from the Ministry of Rites. for.I'm afraid that in places I don't know, too many people are talking about the Minister of Rites covering up the murderer of the serial murder case, so my father may not have a good time in the court.

Si Yangting adjusted his mentality, and instead of going directly to Jiang Jichen as usual, he pushed open the door of Rong Yunhe's house. He believed that the murderer would leave subtle clues. None exist.

The crowd gradually dissipated, and the street resumed its former bustle, with the sound of hawking, only the pool of blood on the ground had almost lost its original color due to being stepped on by the soles of people's shoes.

But the woman who had just dealt with Ling Tian to restore the case had demented eyes, slowly shuttled through the crowd, guided into a narrow alley, the thorn came out, stood in front of the woman, the corners of her lips raised: "Well done!" Well, go ahead and spread the word as widely as possible."

(End of this chapter)