After stealing the heroine's script, she became popular all over the Internet

Chapter 47 Yuyang Qingliu
This is a love poem about a wife missing her husband. Judging from the style of writing, it is obviously written by a woman.Lin Xiangxiang took a closer look and found a clue.

The wooden hairpin was carved in the shape of a willow branch. Recalling the hairpin box on the table, Lin Xiangxiang felt as if he had missed something.

I went back and looked through it, and found four small characters [Yuyang Qingliu] on the inside of the box cover.

After taking pictures of the evidence with the mobile phone issued by the program group, the two changed rooms and continued to search for information.

Jing Wenli and Li Rong were discussing around the male host's body, and Lin Xiangxiang stepped forward to watch to see if they had analyzed any useful information.

The owner of the Jin Mansion has a handsome face, but his eye sockets, lips, including Yintang are collectively black, either due to kidney deficiency or evil spirits.

"This looks like an old pervert." Li Rong has always been amazing. She even knelt down and shook the NPC on the ground, "Hey! You have so many concubines, all of them are beauties. Tell me honestly, are you If you can’t get even the rain and dew, you’ll be stunned by a beauty?”

It's no wonder he can answer you. Seeing Zhou Yan approaching, Lin Xiangxiang hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'll see how he died."

Seeing him coming, Li Rong and Jing Wenli quickly got up to make way for him. Zhou Yan said that he was about to move this NPC that seemed to weigh two hundred catties.

"Wait a minute!" Lin Xiangxiang stopped him, because he had an injury on his hand, so he couldn't move the fat man.

"I'm coming!" Lin Xiangxiang was gearing up, rolled up his sleeves and was about to make a move when Zhou Yan reached out to stop her.

Under Lin Xiangxiang's puzzled gaze, Zhou Yan patted the NPC's shoulder and said, "Teacher, please turn around."

When the words fell to the ground, the NPC turned over with a blank expression.

Fuck! ! !That's okay too?Lin Xiangxiang subconsciously regarded him as a real corpse.

The NPC turned over, and Zhou Yan unceremoniously lifted off his clothes. After checking it, he found that only his heart was black.

Lin Xiangxiang took a picture of the evidence with a click, and went to the next location with Zhou Yan.

Sure enough, Jin Dafu had many concubines, all of whom died, and each of them died more miserable than the other.

No new and useful evidence was found for the time being, so Lin Xiangxiang went to Wangxiangju nearby.

As soon as he entered the door, the old bustard's lines were triggered: "Oh~ It's really not as good as before."

"Dare to ask mom, why is it not as good as before?" Lin Xiangxiang took the initiative to ask, the old bustard glanced at Lin Xiangxiang, and said hello, "Hey~ I'm here for business~ Xiaohong, Xiaoyue, and Qingliu are here to pick up the guests~"

Green willow?Lin Xiangxiang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned his head to look at Zhou Yan, making sure that he heard correctly.

"Miss Qingliu is the girl from Wangxiangju?" Zhou Yan asked as he followed the bustard inside.

The old bustard was speechless again and again, as if he had said something wrong: "Look at me, it's all right."

As long as the fixed lines are triggered, you can get useful information from the mouth of the living NPC.

"Qingliu is the oiran of our Wangxiang residence. Three years ago, she married into Jinfu, the richest man in the town." A faint sadness appeared on the brows of the old bustard, "I have been performing arts for many years, but I have never sold myself. The night Jin Dafu came, Qingliu was originally unwilling to live or die, but later compromised, so I thought she had figured it out."

"I didn't expect that within three years of marrying into the Jin Mansion, she would die, and the beauty is unlucky~"

It turned out that Qingliu was her name, so Lin Xiangxiang quickly turned out the photo album, looked at the small characters on the hairpin box, and asked the old bustard: "Mom, do you know Yuyang? What does it mean?"

"I really can't hide anything from you." The bustard brought the two of them to the private room, and then sighed again, "Yuyang is Wangxiangju's luthier, and his skills are superb. It’s the head oiran of our Wangxiang residence, and every year the appointments are scheduled for three months in advance.”

"When Yuyang and Qingliu were here, Wangxiangju directly took over all the business of the rich and powerful in the capital."

"It's a pity! Qingliu is gone, and Yuyang is gone too."

"Does Yuyang like Miss Qingliu?" According to the plot, the two must be related. Judging from the wooden hairpin, the two are the ones who decided to live forever.

"I don't know about that." The bustard could only say some information from her script, but Lin Xiangxiang also got a lot, at least connecting the story lines together.

"Then mom, do you know where Yuyang is?"

"He died a long time ago. He has been dead for more than two years." Hearing this, the old bustard sighed again, "The night Qingliu sold herself, Yuyang's piano playing career ended."

"Oh? What happened?" Lin Xiangxiang faintly felt that he was getting closer to the truth.

The old bustard also gave the last message: "Yuyang broke three strings playing the qin, ruining her own fingers, and can no longer play the qin."

Lin Xiangxiang and Zhou Yan looked at each other, and they wrote down all the information they got out in their notebooks.

[Male protagonist: Yuyang, who is a luthier, dedicated himself to Qingliu, and broke three strings. 】

[The heroine: Qingliu, who is an oiran, a concubine of the Jin Mansion. 】

[The richest man: Jin Dafu, old color critic. 】

This is the information of the three people, and the mystery that needs to be solved is, how did the Jin Mansion be destroyed?Restore the truth about Qingliu's death.

Since Yuyang has been dead for more than two years, it is estimated that the massacre in the Jin Mansion has nothing to do with Yuyang.

The two returned to the Golden Mansion, and there were a few new NPC passers-by outside the gate of the Golden Mansion.

Lin Xiangxiang's eyes lit up, and without missing any details, he hurried forward to inquire about the situation: "Uncle and aunt, what are you discussing?"

"Ouch~ We are discussing about Jin Dafu~ You really deserve it!"

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Lin Xiangxiang asked while opening the notebook, wondering if he could record some useful information.

"The beautiful concubines that Jin Dafu brought into the mansion are one after another, I'm afraid they have offended Peach Blossom, and there will be more than one death!"

"Isn't it? I thought that after marrying the most beautiful woman in the capital, I would be able to calm down for a while, but I didn't expect that in just one month, I would return to my original nature."

"That's right! Poor those girls who were just brought into the mansion, they died before they had time to enjoy themselves."

Hearing this, Zhou Yan was thoughtful, and after a moment of contemplation, he opened his mouth: "Excuse me, what strange things have happened in this Golden Mansion?"

"Strange things?" The NPCs looked at each other, and then seemed to think of something, "It's not clear, but in other places, strange things happen again and again, as long as there is a piano sound, it will be a sleepless night after all."

Important information!Lin Xiangxiang quickly wrote it down in his notes.

The two returned to the Jin Mansion to search for any important items that had been missed.

Different from the busy Lin Xiangxiang and Zhou Yan, Tong Xin's visit here is like visiting her own back garden. She is not looking for evidence seriously at all, just pretending.

Lin Xiangxiang felt a little uneasy with her expression of sure victory, but Zhou Yan was used to it: "It's okay, there is a script."

The last wave of search found the murder weapon, a bloody sickle and the woman's severed hand. There was a qin with broken strings beside the severed hand, and three strings just happened to be broken.

A few things were randomly thrown in the back garden, intending to burn them with fire.The firewood had obviously been lit and was extinguished abruptly without water.

At this time, the broken-stringed qin suddenly made a dull sound, which frightened Lin Xiangxiang again.

(End of this chapter)