The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

Will it be haunted?
Gu Shiwei sneered at this. If there really were ghosts in this world, the traitors in the court would have been devoured by all the ghosts before they would get Han Shiyan's turn to speak.

"Please also ask Mr. Jiang to lead us over to take a look, and tell us how Chu Liangchen died?"

The old man named Jiang nodded and did not refuse.

Previously, she had seen that this place was as complicated as a spider web, with winding paths everywhere, and it was impossible to find the direction without a guide.Now being led by Mr. Jiang, Gu Shiwei looked at him speechless.

This place is really a battlefield arranged by God for Jing Li. He will never get lost and can find people quickly.

Gu Shiwei thought and glanced at Wu Jiang, who was looking around...

She specially selected Jing Li because she wanted him to be used by her, but he was replaced by this loser.

"Before I say anything, I would like to ask you one more question, do you have a connection with me, Wu Xian? I don't blame the old man for clinging to me. It really seems that you know us quite well. You don't come here often. I don't know that we will bet on everything here. , usually just roll the dice."

"We are just trying to make ends meet. If there is something that the Imperial City Secretary takes notice of... please speak out and we can change it!"

Gu Shinwei shook his head, "I was in Suzhou before and had a chance to go there."

Gu Shiwei said with a distant look.

Not only had she been there, she left Bianjing with Shili at that time. Like many people here, she was a fugitive who could not see the light of day.

The first money she earned was from a mist umbrella.

Wu Jiang listened and poked his head curiously, "What is a fog umbrella? Why have I never heard of it?"

Gu Shiwei glanced at him, "I'll probably arrange a job for ten coppers for you, and leave two coppers for you so that you don't starve to death. There are eight big boys left, whether they bet or cheat, they It will be scraped away from you one by one."

"Holding an umbrella in the fog is just a comfort."

When Mr. Jiang heard this, he was startled for a moment, and then he laughed.

"Master Gu is joking. It is a great merit to let people who are about to starve to death have something to eat."

As he spoke, he immediately changed the subject and returned to Chu Liangchen, "That day was New Year's Eve. Chu Liangchen came to find me early in the morning and paid off all the money he had borrowed from us. He moved here. At that time, he originally took his younger brother with him."

"The child is seven or eight years old. He is extremely fair and looks like a medicine jar."

"He has read books. Although he is young, he can write well. Many people ask him to write family letters. Last winter, the child fell seriously ill, and Chu Liangchen took an ancestral jade Ruyi to write. Mortgage, get a life-saving money from me.”

"I didn't pay much attention to what happened next, but the child must have died long ago. There was only Chu Liangchen's body in the house on New Year's Eve."

Is Jade Ruyi?

Gu Shiwei listened carefully and did not interrupt him.Even Wujiang is much calmer.

As Mr. Jiang said, he remembered the scene he saw when he approached Chu Liangchen's house that day, and his expression became even worse.

It was almost midnight and it was extremely dark.He was in an underground gambling house and climbed up from the bottom of the well when he heard the sound of firecrackers outside.

During the Chinese New Year, people in Bianjing City would set off lanterns and explode firecrackers, which would make the city very lively. The wax hoof pork stewed at night was particularly fragrant. He used too much, and now he felt unbearably bloated.The mixed-use residence, which is usually as dark as a tomb at night, is also brightly lit on this night. No matter how poor you are, you can't help but light the New Year lanterns.

Jiang Lao thought, he was walking outside, looking at the rare lights of thousands of houses, when he heard a burst of noise, and many people shouted "snake, snake, snake"!
Wherever something happened, how could there be no other Chiang Kai-shek?

In the coldest month of winter, snakes are all hibernating. How could there be snakes?
"When I ran, there was Liu Yi outside Chu Liangchen's house. Liu Yi was a snake catcher. The snake was particularly active, about ten feet long, and had three teeth. After Liu Yi caught the snake, we entered the door together. Look."

"But I saw Chu Liangchen lying upright on his broken wooden bed, with his hands spread out. His two legs were twisted together. How to describe it? It was like two snakes entwined together. How could a human leg be twisted? Like that?"

"There were funeral papers scattered everywhere in the house, on the bed, on the floor, everywhere."

"There were several empty wine bottles lying on the ground beside the bed. Chu Liangchen's body was covered with snakes. After the snake catchers caught all the snakes, we found that one of his faces had been bitten... …”

Wu Jiang's eyes widened when he heard this, "This is most likely a murder! Why didn't you report the death to the official?"

Jiang Lao glanced at Wu Jiang with a hard look, "I'm afraid you don't know something. People here are all rootless duckweeds. After death, it is a great blessing to have a straw mat to wrap the body. No one agrees with anyone. If you are familiar with it, no one will report it to the official for anyone."

What he did not say is, what is the use of reporting to the official?
The government came to investigate, and maybe they even clapped their hands and said, "What a good death!"This fugitive doesn’t even need a guillotine!

Today, the Imperial City Department and the Kaifeng Mansion came together to look for Chu Liangchen. Wasn't it just in response to his suspicion that this person was most likely to have hired someone to kill someone?

Wu Jiang fell silent for a moment.

"Here we are, right here!" Mr. Jiang said, pointing to a dark, low room.

The door to the room was ajar. He stepped forward and pushed it open gently.There was a rare large window in this room near the bed, and the edges of the window were covered with clean white paper.

Next to the bed was a small table made of elm wood, with a simple inkstone on it and a brush with thorns on it.

It should have been prepared by Chu Liangchen for his younger brother who can read and write.

Gu Shiwei bent down and walked in.

The house has not been cleaned up, and the money paper is still there, as if it is stuck on the ground and integrated with the house.

The money paper sprinkled during the funeral was made of white paper cut into the shape of a copper plate. It was stained with scarlet blood and gave off an ominous atmosphere.

Apart from that, the house was empty and almost destitute.

Neither Jiang Lao nor Wu Jiang came in. Gu Shiwei turned his back to them, picked up a piece of bloody paper money and put it into his arms, then bowed and walked out.

"What's going on with the haunting?"

Mr. Jiang nodded with a pale face, "About two or three times. Someone heard the rustling of snakes and the laughter of children, giggling."

"Some people passed by at night and saw a black ghost on the window... long hair, an extra long neck, twisting and turning... This house has become empty during this period."

Gu Shinwei nodded, "Do you still remember what Chu Liangchen's Yu Ruyi looks like?"

Mr. Jiang shook his head in embarrassment, "I don't remember the specifics. I just remember that the style is not very new, and there is nothing special about it. It is not big, about the size of Lao Chen's palm, and the quality of the jade is pretty good."