Song Dynasty female artist

Time is running out.

Wu Zang Mansion was still brightly lit, like daylight.

The first thing Haosaku noticed was the knife mark on Mizo Shimou's neck.

Needless to say, his fatal wound was the stabbing in his neck.

After checking his other parts one by one, Wu Zuo stood up gingerly, walked around from behind the white cloth, and bent down to salute.

"Sir, the weather is still very cold now. Based on the eversion of the wound on his neck, it can be judged that the approximate time of death was between noon and noon. The fatal injury was the knife on the neck. Judging from the degree of eversion and length of the knife edge, He should have been killed with a thin long sword. Moreover, the murderer and the son should have known each other, and the son was unprepared, so his throat was sealed with a sword."

Wu Zangpang raised his eyes and looked at Wu Zuo, the murderous aura in his eyes getting stronger and stronger: "A thin long sword, killed by an acquaintance?"

Zuo Zuo's little heart was beating wildly, fearing that his head would move at the next moment.

Hearing Master Mu Zang ask, he immediately nodded: "Young Master has no other wounds on his body, but according to normal circumstances, if someone cut his throat with a sword, the eyes of the deceased should be open, but now..., someone should have closed them deliberately. .”

Meizangpang clenched his fists and breathed heavily.

"okay, I get it."

Wu Zuo slowly exhaled a breath, and after Wu Zang Pang raised his hand, he picked up his toolbox and hurriedly ran away.

It's not easy to save your life today.

"Master Fang, Wu Zuo just said that Shi's eyes were artificially closed. Can you find him?"

"It's hard."

If his body was not moved or buried after his death, which meant that the crime scene was not destroyed, he could try this method.

Now, he could only barely calculate the approximate appearance and current location of the murderer based on Wu Zangshi's birth date and horoscope.

"Sir, you can ask someone to investigate. During the day when Lang Jun was killed, who had been to Jie Tan Yuan? The murderer is most likely among them."

No wonder Pang is such a smart and capable person on weekdays.

Today, I was stimulated by the death of my only son, and my mind was no longer as clear as usual. Even if Zang Pang didn't try his best to control it, it still couldn't be avoided.

Now being reminded by his subordinates, Wu Zangyupang reacted immediately, and he even did the most basic verification.

"Xiao Wan, you immediately bring people under control of Jietan Courtyard and interrogate them carefully one by one. If there is anything concealed, they will be killed without mercy."

"Yes."

Xiao Wan is a capable and handsome man. He is thirty this year. He is tall and tall, with a calm and reserved personality. He has a middle-to-lower appearance. He is neither drunk nor lewd.

Having been with Wu Zangpang for many years, he is very respected by him.

The year before last, he had made the decision to marry Xiao Wan a beautiful wife and two extraordinary-looking concubines.

Xiao Wan became more and more desperate for Wu Zangpang.

After receiving Wu Zang Pang's instructions, he immediately led five hundred elite soldiers to completely surround the Jie Tan courtyard.

At this time, the genius had just begun to shine, and there were actually many pilgrims who wanted to come and offer incense.

"Come on, surround the temple for me. Not even a fly or a mosquito can escape."

"Sir, this is a temple, you will scare the pilgrims."

Xiao Wan rudely pushed the monk who was talking to him forward: "Zangfu is performing official duties. Don't interfere. No matter you are monks or pilgrims, please stand in the main hall obediently."

Xiao Wan is a sword cultivator, and his cultivation is at the fourth level of Xuanjing, which is equivalent to the middle stage of Nascent Soul in human cultivation. Using his inner strength, he can hear clearly in every corner of Jietan Courtyard, including the back mountain.

Gather the people in the main hall of Jietan Yuan, and divide the rest into nine teams.

The first team is responsible for interrogating the people in the main hall, the fourth team goes to the back mountain and searches the mountain from the four directions of east, west, south and north. The fourth team is responsible for searching the courtyard of the temple and other side halls.

The subordinates brought a chair to Xiao Wan. After Xiao Wan sat down, the interrogation began with the monks from the temple. "come here."

The first thing Xiao Wan pointed at was the abbot of the Jietan Yuan. He was about sixty years old, wearing cassocks and looking calm and leisurely.

"Amitabha, that's good, that's good. Please ask me, donor."

Xiao Wan does not believe in gods and Buddhas, and has little patience with this old monk: "You all heard clearly, I will answer whatever I ask, and don't force me to be violent. You answer first, where were you from [-]:[-] to noon yesterday? What were you doing? What? Can anyone testify?”

"this."

The host fiddled with the prayer beads and said, "I should be admonishing the disciples for the afternoon class."

"should?"

Xiao Wan grinded his teeth and spat on the ground: "President Wuyan, is it because I didn't make it clear, or are you deaf? If you can't remember, then go to the Chasi Prison and think about it carefully."

"You guys are so rude to the host."

"Stop talking nonsense and tell the truth."

Xiao Wan's eyebrows stood up, and he chopped the knife in his hand directly on the pillar on the side. There was a big gap in the pillar immediately.

With such a formation, there is a strong tendency to take action directly without explaining anything.

"I remember, I remember."

The host looked at the sharp knife that could dazzle his eyes, and swallowed hard.

Xiao Wan looked at the host's appearance and sneered in his heart.

Just like this, can he still be the abbot of a temple?
Let those pilgrims see the real appearance of the host who usually wears a deep and solemn appearance.

"Yesterday at [-] o'clock, the poor monk was chanting sutras in the room. My disciples can testify!"

The silent host's face turned slightly red.

The day before yesterday, an adult came to the temple. In order to please him, he stayed up most of the night and woke up very sleepy in the morning. After the monks in the temple finished their morning prayers, he went back to his room alone to catch up on his sleep.

He was embarrassed to say that he went back to his room to sleep lazily, so he could only say that he was chanting sutras, at least to save some face.

Confrontation with the disciples of Wuyan's host can prove that the host did not have time during the time when Mu Zangshi was killed.

Moreover, this host has no skills. He really sneaks out of the room and goes to the back mountain. According to the body of the host, it will take more than half an hour to get there.

Another thing is that it is impossible for the host to kill Muzo Shimou who has the skills to stand by him.

"You go over there."

If suspicion is ruled out, stop in another place.

The entire investigation process lasted for more than an hour, but no suspect was found.

Chauvin grew agitated.

Not only were these people not suspicious, they all seemed to be blind. They didn't even see anyone entering the back mountain.

Just when Xiao Wan was at a loss what to do, a soldier who went to search the back mountain came back and said that he had found something in the back mountain.

Xiao Wan looked at the soldier excitedly: "Where?"

"To the east of the hill, toward the city."

"Come on, take me to see it."

There are very few people going to that place. There is only a path leading directly to the foot of the mountain. In that low-lying area, there is a dark mass. Someone should be burning something here.

However, because he was too hasty, the thing was not completely burned. After cleaning the ashes on it, it was barely possible to see that what was burned was a piece of clothing. (End of chapter)