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Chapter 397

"Brother, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

"Here, brother, drink some water." The girl's soft voice with a hint of dialect sounded again.

"Well, I'm actually not thirsty either. Okay, thank you, Ah Qing." He took it, took a sip, paused and said:

"Aqing, don't be busy. I'll sit down for a while and then leave. I have something to deal with. The time isn't up yet. Let's take a good look at you."

"it is good."

After a while, Ouyang Rong's helpless voice sounded in the room:

"There is no need to move the stove. It's not too cold. I just came on the road and my body is warm. Wait, this stove has accumulated so much dust. How long has it been placed under the bed? Is it provided with the facilities of this apartment?"
  "I didn't find this thing when I was in bed at Sanhui Yuan to recuperate. Ah Qing, how did you find it?"

"I don't know how long it will take." Ah Qing whispered: "I saw it when I moved it in for cleaning. The old abbot sent some charcoal the day before yesterday. I tried burning it, but it has not been used."

"You really don't have to work, I'll leave right away... Okay, you guys want to use it too, right? Then get out of the way and I'll do it. This copper thing is heavy and difficult to move. You're not as big as it. Get out of the way..."

After a lot of work, a fire was lit in the house.

Ouyang Rong patted the dust on his hands, took a long breath, took the wet towel handed by A Qing, wiped the gray carbon stains on his face, and then wiped his hands.

He looked around and asked:

"Is there any hard work that needs to be done? By the way, if there is anything else that is missing at home, I will bring it to you after I finish my work..."

He was chattering, and the pretty girl in front of him tilted her head and listened quietly. She didn't mind being verbose and twisted the towel for him.

After a while, mid-sentence, Ouyang Rong found a small hand reaching out from beside him and touching the hem of his clothes.

Ah Qing's fingers gently twisted the material of the fabric, and then silently took it back.

"what happened?"

Ah Qing shook his head and said nothing, as if nothing happened, and smiled shyly.

Ouyang Rong pondered for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand and asked for it:

"Bring it."

Ah Qing shook her head.

Ouyang Rong said nothing, looked at her and curled his lips:

"You don't want to freeze to death, brother. It's autumn. I've been waiting for your autumn clothes for a long time, and you have to come to Longcheng to get it in person, right?"

He pretended to be unhappy.

Ah Qing's delicate little face with the word "Yue" tattooed on it was stunned for a moment, and then she hurried over and took out a large bundle that she had prepared for a long time from the back room.

The little girl handed it to him eagerly.

I opened the bag and found three sets of densely stitched robes in black, gray and white neatly stacked inside.

Ouyang Rong reached out and touched it. It was very thick.

She couldn't help but look up at the frightened and guilty-looking little girl. She didn't know how many nights she had been busy preparing these clothes.

I heard Liu Lang say that the little girl has to go to Beitian Nursing Home to work and do odd jobs every day during the day, and when she comes back at night, she has to take care of Liu's mother...

"Well, it's not bad. I reluctantly forgive you. Don't be coy and hide it next time, you know."

Ah Qing lowered his head: "I know."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but stretched out his hand and rubbed the little head of the delicate girl who was not a younger sister but more like a younger sister with a big hand.

Different from the cute and lively impression given by other girls of the same age, Ah Qing is shy and timid. Except for the time when she was tied up and thought she was going to die, and she left a tearful message before her death, she never spoke much, but she can't help but feel pity and love.

Being suddenly touched on the head, Ah Qing blushed and lowered his head.

A few strands of black hair were rubbed and fell to her forehead.

Ouyang Rong carefully discovered that Ah Qing's hair quality was much better.

In the past, she was considered a yellow-haired girl, that is, a child with yellow hair and hanging temples in ancient proverb books, which always gave Ouyang Rong the feeling of malnutrition.

I don’t know now whether it’s because his body has grown or whether his food conditions have improved after meeting Ouyang Rong.

Ah Qing's long hair is black and shiny, smooth and shiny.

Ouyang Rong was quite pleased.

only……

His eyes narrowed slightly, falling on the prominent tattoo of the word "Yue" on A Qing's forehead.

Ouyang Rong touched Tousha's right thumb, rubbed the tattoo on her forehead, and muttered:
  "Let's see if we can find a way to wash it away in the future. There should be such a method in the Qigong practitioner circle."

Ah Qing understood and immediately shook his head: "No."

Surprisingly disobeyed Ouyang Rong.

He was curious: "Why? It can't be that he likes tattoos."

Ah Qing lowered his head, raised his little finger and traced the corners of his forehead to behind his red ears:
  "My brother used to have one too. When I see it, I think of my brother..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly fell silent.

The two of them, one lowered his head and the other looked out the window at the night scene, were speechless for a while.

"Brother, I tried on the clothes. It's been a year, but I don't know if the size is right."

Ah Qing took the initiative, stood up and walked over.

Ouyang Rong nodded and tried it, glancing at Shi Yi.

The most common autumn clothing in this era is actually a kind of clothing with double layers inside, also called "Chen Yi".

When it's cold, fill it with velvet batting, etc. When it's warm, take out the inner filling and wear it alone.

But right now, there is no such thing as cotton.

Therefore, the internal filling and external weaving of "Shiyi" depend on their economic level and social status.

Of course Ouyang Rong is not short of clothes.

The clothes made for him by his junior sister, Prince Xunyang, and his aunt were all made of silk and satin, filled with velvet as precious as gold, and very warm.

Of course, there was no velvet for her to stuff these three autumn clothes made by Ah Qing.

Ouyang Rong touched it calmly. It should be filled with reed catkins and grass catkins.

It is also considered standard equipment for most poor families.

Of course, for poor people, it would be great to have some clothes to wear, but they don’t care about so much.

However, Ah Qing had finished making the autumn clothes but had not yet delivered them. He must have felt inferior because of his certain status.

Ouyang Rong was silent.

After trying on the t-shirt made by Ah Qing, Ouyang Rong smiled and took it off first, then put on the thin clothes.

Ah Qing was startled, his eyes lost.

Ouyang Rong folded the clothes neatly, stuffed them into the baggage, put them away again, and said softly:
  "I like the clothes very much, but I have to go out later. I'm afraid they will get dirty, so I put them away first and you can keep them for me until I come back."

Ah Qing nodded vigorously: "Okay, wait for brother."

Ouyang Rong smiled.

……

"I inspected Zhao Rushi's body the day before yesterday and inspected the wounds. Zhao Rushi was struck by an extremely sharp object at a very fast speed and his head was cut off.

"This kind of uniform wound has never been heard of in this humble position, so I can only make a preliminary guess that it is a sword wound.

"Actually, if I have to describe it, in the humble impression, there is also a kind of sword that has a similar destructive head-cutting effect."

Rong Zhen walked in front and asked coldly: "What sword?"

The middle-aged female official who came from the Luoyang court said calmly: "Emperor Wen."

The girl in palace clothes in front stopped in her tracks. The middle-aged female officer felt a cold gaze being cast on her.

It was Rong Zhen who stared straight at her.

The middle-aged female officer smiled bitterly and shook her head:

"Of course it can't be Emperor Wen. If you think about it too much, if it is a mythical thing like Emperor Wen, let alone how the tripod sword can be used to kill a small guerrilla general. If it is really the tripod sword, why is there no dazzling sword energy left? Down?
  "Currently, every cauldron sword recorded by Si Tianjian has its own distinctive sword energy, and the sword wielder cannot hide it, unless it is some unknown cauldron sword's magical power, but this is a step too far.

"The cross section of Zhao Rushi's head shows no sword energy, it is unremarkable, but it is also extremely neat and uniform.

"Besides, what's the point of a dignified sword-wielder coming to kill a low-ranking official or a young general? There's no point in killing a chicken with a butcher's knife. Unless the benefits are huge, I can't imagine that any powerful force would let their secretly cultivated treasure come to kill people." , extraneous consequences...

"So the path to tracking down the weapons and techniques used by the murderers is temporarily closed."

“We can only start with the killer’s traces.

"Ms. Shi, please go this way. Let's go to that restaurant."

Rong Zhen was silent.

A few moments later, in the busy city of Longcheng, there was an entrance to a restaurant.

Rong Zhen and the middle-aged female officer walked past the waiter calmly.

The waiter sang enthusiastically to the customer behind the two girls:
  "welcome……"

It seems that Rong Zhen and the middle-aged female officer were not seen.

The two girls walked into the restaurant like little transparent ones.

The middle-aged female officer who was about to show her token couldn't help but look at Fang Rongzhen's back in awe.

This ability to use other people's aura and hide one's own aura is extremely exquisite.

Everything has Qi.

The qi watchers of the Yin and Yang family are the best at watching qi.

Any man-made activity can leave traces of Qi, more or less, and Qi practitioners are not immune.

Yin Yang family Qi practitioners are best at looking at Qi. Although they cannot erase their own aura, they can use other people's aura to amplify and hide their own.

So just now the waiter in the shop clearly saw Rong Zhen and the middle-aged woman with his naked eyes, but turned a deaf ear to them. Instead, he greeted the "very conspicuous" customer behind the two women.

Qi practitioners, Qi practitioners, use their bodies to practice Qi, so it is inevitable that their Qi will be like a rainbow and their domineering Qi will leak out.

Some Qi practitioners need to be flamboyant, and their aura is as dazzling as the scorching sun in the sky.

Of course, there are also some Qi practitioners who want to be low-key, reclusive and independent.

However, Qi refining methods that can conceal one's own aura are extremely rare.
  In addition to the Yin Yang family's method of diverting wind and borrowing qi,

Buddhism also has some methods of hiding breath, such as the legendary closed-mouthed meditation, or some strange method of reincarnation that disperses one's own cultivation and returns to the same state. These are Buddhist secret magical powers that are not easily revealed to others.

According to legend, the Yue virgin is as quiet as a virgin, extremely quiet and able to store Qi.

Finally, there are some Fang Warlocks active in the East China Sea, who are like cannibals. Although they can hide their aura to a certain extent, I heard that the female cultivator Yunmeng is the best at seeing through it, but she is not perfect.

These are exclusive to Qi practitioners with special channels.

According to rumors, there is actually a rare magical power that can hide the wind and gather energy, which can be used regardless of Dao veins, but the conditions are harsh and require a shocking blessing... The host needs to take the tortoise-shell longhorned beetle, one of the five ancient insects, to obtain it.

According to the records in Si Tianjian’s secret library,
  Eating half a tortoise-shell longhorned beetle can hide the wind and Qi, and hide all Qi training skills without using any hands.

And if you take a whole tortoise-shell beetle... your body will become transparent, leaving no trace in the world.

It's too extreme, so even if an experienced force obtains a tortoise-shell longhorned beetle by chance, they won't let their disciples eat the whole animal directly...

Without thinking any more, the middle-aged female officer bowed her head respectfully and led the cold and cold girl to an unoccupied dining table by the window.

"Ms. Shi, please take a look."

The middle-aged female officer signaled.

Rong Zhen turned his head and looked at the window seat, then looked at the street outside.

There were faint red blood stains on the floor on the street, which happened to be facing the place where Zhao Rushi died that day.

"Zhao Rushi was passing by on the street that day. When he passed this section of the street, his head fell to the ground. No one saw the murderer's stabbing scene. It was like... he suddenly lost his head."

The middle-aged female officer spoke seriously:

"I read the county government files and asked the people who passed by at the time. Except for a child who said he saw the moon, there was no one present at the time. He didn't witness the murderer, and he didn't even see the method of killing. Go, the clue ends here..."

Rong Zhen interrupted: "Moon?"

"Yes, there was a child playing on the street who said that he looked up and saw a blue moon in the sky, echoing the sun. Asked about other things, he didn't know anything about it.

“When you are young, even if you use some extreme techniques, it is difficult to retrace the scenes.

"My humble guess is that he may have been dazzled by looking directly into the bright sun."

Rong Zhen nodded and motioned to the experienced female Si Tianjian officer in front of him to continue.

The middle-aged female officer’s face became serious:

“The clue is broken again.

"I had no choice but to use a stupid method. According to the murder scene, I searched seven places where the murderer was most likely to have stayed. The window seat of this restaurant is one of them. It has an excellent view and is a key investigation place. Originally, it was placed Priority position in the top three..."

After a pause, she suddenly changed the topic:
  "In the past few days, I have used the method of tracing back the breath in the prison. Based on the degree of weakness, I have extracted the breaths of the people who stayed in these seven places on the day of Zhao Rushi's death one by one, listed them as suspects, and sent out subordinates. Cooperate with the county government to search for them one by one.

"In addition to the locals in Longcheng, suspected outsiders were also identified one by one through the past records of city gates and ferries archived by the county government, but there were no omissions.

"There has been no strange situation where the corresponding aura has been traced, but it is neither a local nor an out-of-towner, and there is no record of entering or leaving the city. Everything went smoothly, no problems were found, and suspicions were ruled out in several places, including this window seat.

"Today, I was originally investigating the last suspect spot on the street downstairs with the help of the county lieutenant. After all, the street has a large flow of people, which is troublesome, but it is normal.

"Can……"

The middle-aged female officer didn't know why, but when she said this, she stopped talking and glanced at the seat next to the window.

Rong Zhen nodded coldly and looked around at the seat by the window. She turned to the middle-aged female officer.

He seemed to be asking why he brought her to this seat, what was so special about it.

The middle-aged female officer hesitated to speak, and finally took out a packet of red cloth from her sleeve with a solemn expression.

The red cloth on the palm was opened, and there were four or five scraps of paper inside. There were faint ink marks on the scraps of paper, but the full words could not be read clearly.

The middle-aged female official who had assisted the Dali Temple in Luoyang in investigating hundreds of cases handed Rong Zhen the red cloth bag with a complicated expression on her face:
  “This is what a female officer below found in the crack of the floor next to this seat during her last routine inspection in the morning.

"Only one scrap of paper slipped into the crack of the floor, but later, we specially checked the garbage pile in the alley next to it and found the remaining four scraps. These should have been cleaned by the waiter of the restaurant on the day Zhao Rushi was killed. No, Sweep it away carefully.

"Based on the assessment of the bevel angle of the cross section, I can say with certainty that the one who shattered this tissue paper and the one who cut off Zhao Rushi's head are the same sharp weapon, extremely sharp."

The middle-aged female officer shook her head and sighed:

“After going in a big circle and working for so long, I never expected to find clues in such a simple place.

"I originally thought that this person was a master of crime who never saw the end of the crime, and many days had passed since the crime occurred, so from the beginning, he used the important techniques of tracing the air in Sitian Prison and peeling off the cocoon.

"But we almost ignored such a simple and ordinary clue. It's really ironic..."

Rong Zhen suddenly said: "This person is indeed a master of great wisdom and close to demons."

The middle-aged female officer nodded heavily:

"That's right. If it hadn't been for a hundred meters, this seat where he once stayed would have been ruled out of suspicion. His humble position was still kept in the dark, and he went in the wrong direction."

Rong Zhen nodded and narrowed his cold eyes:
  "Looking back, there are two possibilities for almost misleading you and sneaking through.

"First, he possesses the magical power of concealing aura and cannot trace 'qi'.

"Secondly, this person is extremely familiar with the methods of our Si Tianjian. He has been prepared to be investigated by me for a long time. He has made perfect arrangements and deceived him."

The middle-aged female officer was awe-inspiring.

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(End of this chapter)