Bianjing little doctor

"Kick here! Quick, quick..."

"Pass... to me, to me, to me, you..."

"Oh! You bastard, can you play cuju?"

In the courtyard of the Imperial City Division, a group of men in short clothes and belts were playing Cuju under the locust tree. About twenty bare-chested men were chasing each other around a ball. The vertical goal in the middle was about three feet high. Zhang, about ten feet wide, there is a hole about a foot in the net made of ribbons, which is the mesh that everyone is kicking into.

Everyone was sweating like rain, roaring loudly.

"...I can't see the ball!"

"Young Lord, is it possible that Madam has squeezed everything out?"

"Kick up, up, up!"

Cuju was popular in the Song Dynasty, loved by everyone from the emperor's relatives to the common people.

Moreover, on the cuju field, there are only opposing sides, and there is no distinction between high and low. This is the favorite sport of the soldiers of the Imperial City Division, because they can tease their superiors at will.

Cai Qi was so tired that he sat on the ground with his hands on the ground.

"You bastards, treat me sincerely. No more, go, go and call the county king to clean up you..."

"The king of the county is going to be the bridegroom in a few days, so he wants to save his energy, so how could he come to play tricks with us? Young master, get up..."

"Young Master, get up!"

"Yoha, yoha, get up, young master, get up!"

A bunch of people rushed up, chanting and teasing Cai Qi, not afraid at all.

Of course, it's also because Cai Qi has no airs at all and is someone who can be joked about.

"You bastard." Cai Qi got up, kicked the Cuju, and shot towards the big net in the courtyard with all his strength...

Cuju flew up, and everyone rushed forward, roaring loudly.

Unexpectedly, Cuju brushed past the net and flew straight out.

Then, stopped by one foot.

Fu Jiuqu swayed his toes twice, and saw the Cuju circle around his feet as if he had eyes.

A group of young imperial soldiers roared loudly when they saw the King of Guangling go.

"King, play a game."

"King, play a game!"

Seeing them shouting more and more vigorously, Fu Jiuqu kicked the Cuju back.

"Not coming."

Everyone froze immediately.

Fu Jiuqu said indifferently: "Save your energy and be the groom!"

"Hahahahaha, I knew it."

There was cheerful laughter from the crowd.

Cai Qi was so tired that he wiped off his sweat, "It's still early to be a groom, why are you in a hurry? Come and play! You're not here, these bastards will catch me alone..."

Fu Jiuqu didn't bother to pay attention to him, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was about to pass by the crowd, when he saw Wei Mao coming from the second gate, holding a scroll in his hand, with that serious and serious face , It was incompatible with the lively atmosphere on the court.

Fu Jiuqu motioned to him, and went to the front meeting hall first.

Wei Mao followed closely behind and turned around to shut out the shouts from the Cuju field.

Fu Jiuqu lightly lifted the corner of his robe, sat down and said, "Let's talk."

When Gao Minglou brought the Dali mission to Bianjing, Fu Jiuqu ordered Wei Mao to find two strangers and go to Dali to investigate Gao Minglou.

After waiting for so long, he took it for granted that there was something wrong with Dali.

Unexpectedly, Wei Mao shook his head.

"The subordinates sent Liang Yi to take Xu Tai to Dali, but they didn't find any useful clues in Dali. The matter of Gao Minglou is the same as we know, and Ayima is indeed someone. She belongs to Gao Xiangguo Born to a concubine, the concubine was a foreigner in Dali, and she was excluded by others in Xiangguo's mansion. She died within two years after giving birth to Ayima. Ayima was weak and sick since she was a child, probably due to the dislike of Mrs. Xiangguo , has been raised in the temple, and was taken back to the mansion by Gao Minglou two years ago."

After a pause, Wei Mao said again: "Liang Yi and Xu Tai found nothing. They passed by Jingjiang Mansion on the way back to Beijing, and happened to hear that a big case happened there..."

Wei Mao placed the scroll in front of Fu Jiuqu with both hands.

"This is the news that Liang Yi sent back urgently from 83 miles away from Jingjiang Mansion. There was a murder case in Jingjiang Mansion, involving 83 lives. The local government received a report that there was a corpse pit in the deep mountains and old forests of Jingjiang Mansion. After the local government inspected the scene, they found a total of [-] corpses, all of them were naked, their clothes were stripped off, their faces were completely disfigured, and there was nothing left to prove their identities..."

Fu Jiuqu opened the scroll.

"Liang Yi thinks this case is different?"

Wei Mao responded, "Liang Yi is a safe person. He didn't specify the cause of the case in the scroll, but...he and Xu Tai made a secret investigation for a few days, and suspected that the case was related to the Dali mission that passed through Jingjiang Mansion to Bianjing Suigong. .If my subordinates remember correctly, the Dali Mission has a total of 84 people..."

There are 84 people in Dali.

There are 83 corpses here.

Fu Jiuqu raised his eyes: "Did the two houses receive the report from Jingjiang House?"

Wei Mao shook his head and snorted coldly.

"In order to avoid punishment for such a big case, they dare not keep it secret and want to hide it from the world. Do you really think that the news will not reach the capital if the sky is high and the emperor is far away?"

"Jingjiang Mansion..." Fu Jiuqu said in a low voice, glanced at the file for a moment, then raised his head with a sudden frown.

"Wei Mao, go get your pen and ink ready, I'll send a letter to Ji Wu."

Monk Jiwu lived in Kaifeng Mansion for several months, saying that he was not used to the hustle and bustle of Beijing, so he returned to Laolao Mountain in Jingjiang Mansion a few years ago.

The two had not exchanged letters for several months, but Fu Jiuqu was not polite when he wrote.

"Brother Yajian: I sent a letter today, and I have something to ask—"

Just as I wrote this, Cheng Cang's voice came from outside the living room.

"Report to the county king, Master Jiwu asks to see you."

Fu Jiuqu and Wei Mao looked at each other, and they took a look at each other.

"Say Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will be there. Hurry up!"

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Ji Wu was brought in by Duan Sui, he said Amitabha, and smiled gently, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and his eyes fell on Fu Jiuqu.

"Brother, long time no see."

Fu Jiuqu waved his hands at several subordinates, signaling them to retreat first, then invited Jiwu to sit aside and made tea with his own hands.

"Just as I was about to write a letter to my brother, you came here."

Jiwu smiled slowly and shook his head, obviously not believing it.

"I was still in Yuezhou, and I heard the news that my brother was very happy. The wedding is coming soon, where did you think about your brother?"

Fu Jiuqu glanced at him without saying a word, and pushed the cold gold paper with only a few words written on it in front of him.

Ji Wu looked at him, put down the teacup, "So, you already know about the case in Jingjiang Mansion?"

Fu Jiuqu nodded.

Ji Wu smiled softly.

"The Imperial City Division really deserves its reputation. I rushed to the capital without stopping, but I didn't expect that it was still a step too late..."

"It's not too late." Fu Jiuqu sat down, staring at Ji Wu with a pair of dark eyes.

"Senior brother came just in time, he can just solve my doubts..."

Jiwu sighed, and said lightly: "If this case didn't happen in Jingjiang Mansion, I probably wouldn't have known about it. It's also a coincidence, the burial pit is in Grandma Mountain..."

Fu Jiuqu nodded, "I know. That's why I wanted to find you."

Ji Wu smiled, "Unfortunately, what I know, maybe not as much as your spies..."

Fu Jiuqu: "Tell me about it."

Jiwu was silent for a moment, "The burial pit was discovered by a hunter's dog. At first, the dog went to dig the soil and barked for no reason. The hunter thought that gold and silver treasures were buried underground, so he took the whole family to dig in the middle of the night... After the corpse was found , I went to report to the official. When the official sent someone, the scene had already been destroyed."

Fu Jiuqu stared at him: "Brother, what do you know?"

Ji Wudao: "The Orion just met me and received my favor. He told me privately that when the burial pit was dug open, the top corpse had a blood pattern on its abdomen, but Jingjiang was rainy, and that night It was raining heavily, and when the government servants came over, the color of the rain had faded and I couldn't see anything clearly... He was timid, afraid of being punished by the government, so he didn't dare to report the truth, and told me to keep my mouth shut."

"Blood chart?"

There is no evidence left in the burial pit, how could the murderer allow the blood map to exist?
Jiwu said again: "I think it's because the person was buried in the soil, but he didn't die completely, so he painted it with blood?"

Fu Jiuqu simulated this possibility in his mind.

"What's on that picture?"

"Tower." Jiwu narrowed his eyes slightly, "Orion said that it is in the shape of a tower."

"Tower?" Fu Jiuqu's voice was cold, staring at Ji Wu for a long time without making a sound.

Why did the deceased leave a blood tower before dying?
If the 83 dead bodies were the real Dali Mission, then who were the 83 people around Gao Minglou?
If Gaominglou is not Gaominglou, where is the real Gaominglou?Why is there no sound at all?

The murderer can kill 83 people, will he let go of himself alone?