Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 484: Half an Hour (3)
After waiting for a long time, no one came to the stage. Everyone was so excited that their voices became hoarse.

"What's the matter? Are you still singing today?"

"Yeah, where are people?"

The fans talked a lot, and soon, a man in his fifties was sweating profusely on the stage, and kept bowing to the people around him. He wiped his sweat with his sleeve and apologized, "I'm sorry everyone, our class Little Taohong is gone and hasn't come back yet."

The Black Butterfly Troupe does not sing operas every day. The Kyoto Butterfly Troupe performs a play every three days. They have to invite people to listen to it several times, imitate and write a playbook, and rehearse. The whole process will take about a week.

In order to ensure safety, the play will be held once every eight days, and the venue is the largest teahouse in Baihua County. There are many rich people here, and they are never stingy with rewards.

The last time the troupe master saw Xiao Taohong was the night before yesterday. Everyone had rehearsed for the last time. Yesterday they rested. The troupe was still telling the troupe members not to eat spicy food to prevent damage to the vocal cords.

"Didn't you see Xiao Taohong yesterday?"

Everyone in the audience looked at each other in blank dismay, everyone was here, but the main character was missing, so the play couldn't be sung, and they all came for Xiao Taohong's figure that was more feminine than a woman, the plot was stuck there, stuck, scratching her heart and lungs uncomfortable.

"Leader, there is a show going on today, Xiao Taohong doesn't know about it, does she?"

Someone asked aloud, and everyone hurriedly agreed.

The troupe owner looked puzzled, and didn't know how to explain it. The troupe's rule was to take a day off after rehearsals, and it had never been changed. Xiao Taohong had worked with him for two years, so of course she would never forget it.

In the past, their theater troupe was half dead, they rented a large courtyard, and went to the village to sing operas. The money they earned barely survived, but there was nothing left.

By chance, the troupe master heard the Butterfly Troupe's play and was immediately obsessed with it, especially because the price was too high and many people looked down on it, so he had the idea of ​​imitating it.

The suspense scene started by Butterfly Class required too many props, they were poor, and they didn’t have many costumes.

After tasting the sweetness, the class leader discussed with Xiao Taohong and continued to imitate. Xiao Taohong came up with a lot of ideas, and the two cooperated happily.

Half a year ago, with the increase in income, Xiao Taohong became dissatisfied. He hated living in a courtyard with everyone, so he raised it several times.

The troupe owner once considered changing to a better location, but he thought that the people in the theater troupe had no fixed place to live, and when they had earned enough money in Baihua County, they would go south to make money.

"The money is all spent, let's wait for Xiao Taohong, go find it!"

The fans were resolute, and the show master had no choice but to be thrown peanuts by everyone and kicked off the stage.

Xiao Taohong lived alone, and rented two rooms in an alley, the interiors were luxuriously furnished, and there was a fragrance of cosmetics.

Xiao Taohong is good at singing Huadan. In the past, most of her acting roles were young, lively and pretty Xiaojiabiyu, so she has a habit of cross-dressing, and her behavior is inevitably a bit feminine. After becoming famous, she is lonely and not very social.

The head of the troupe had a headache, so he had to send people to look for it. The people of the theater troupe, with the sun on their heads, knocked on the door of Xiao Taohong's temporary residence, but they never got a response.

"It seems that I won't be able to see it today, and it would be good to escape the heat in a teahouse."

Mo Yan stood up and walked around the round table, resting her chin on Wanqi Yuling's shoulder, watching him play chess leisurely by himself.

Since being hit, Mo Yan seldom played chess, but she could understand that the chess game was like the current situation in Dai Viet.

"Preemptive strike."

Baizi keeps moving forward, encircling the sunspots, if he brakes statically and is passive, all games will be lost.

Unknowingly, the sky outside was getting darker, and candles were lit in the teahouse. During this period, none of the fans left, and they still maintained their enthusiasm. While waiting for someone, everyone communicated eagerly.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Taohong is sick and is in the hospital, so in order to express my apology, today's ticket money will be refunded in full, and the next show ticket will be given as a gift."

Hearing that Xiao Taohong was ill, everyone stopped making trouble, and next time she could attend the play for free. Many people thought it was worth waiting for so long.

"Master, is Xiao Taohong really sick?"

Mo Yan and Wan Yu Yuling went downstairs, just in time to see the class leader rubbing his forehead, and patted the head of the boy who asked the question, "How do you know where he died! Don't say that, can we smooth things over today? "

Hearing that the next play will start eight days later, Mo Yan shook her head, her luck is bad, she will return to Beijing immediately, and she can only wait for a chance to talk about it later.

Li De and Mo Xiang's marriage is in the process of being arranged, and the two feel that it is difficult to talk about it, so they shut themselves in the room and do not go out.

Early the next morning, Mo Yan was woken up by the noise downstairs, she rubbed her eyes, opened the window, someone was screaming downstairs, and the people gathered around.

"Yu Ling, what happened downstairs?"

Mo Yan yawned, put on her clothes, washed herself, and ate the sesame seed cakes and tofu flowers bought by Wanqi Yuling.

She likes these things. The two are in the northwest, and he has to get up early every day to go out to buy breakfast.

"An old woman found the cloth bag and thought it was left behind by someone. When she opened it, she found half of her calf inside."

Wan Teng Yuling didn't care about what was going on down there, if it wasn't for the fact that everyone was talking too much, he wouldn't want to know at all.

"what?"

Mo Yan suffered from another occupational disease, so she quickly scooped up a few spoonfuls of tofu flower, stood by the window and looked down.

Someone went to the yamen to report to the officials, and three policemen came and were questioning the old woman who found the bag.

The old woman was shaking like a sieve, and she stumbled for a long time before explaining the situation.

Before dawn, she went out to go to the market, passing the corner of the inn, and found a dark figure in front of her, she suddenly dropped the bag, and then disappeared.

The old woman thought that the other party was on the way, and accidentally dropped the cloth bag. At that time, she became greedy. Seeing that the cloth bag was not small, she might have money.

Picking up the cloth bag and using the red lantern under the inn to reveal her fair legs, the old woman couldn't see what it was at first, but she touched it with her hand, and she was frightened out of her wits.

This is the calf of a dismembered human being with sparse leg hair.

The cloth bag was opened, and Mo Yan could see it clearly. There was a tattoo on the lower leg connected to the ankle. Judging from the distribution of leg hair on it, it was tentatively judged to be a man.

"Yu Ling, the owner of this calf is probably in danger."

Mo Yan was sure that Dayue's medical level was low and his limbs were amputated. If he couldn't stop the bleeding effectively, he might not live for an hour.

From the time the old woman discovered the calf to now, time has passed.

"Look at the tattoos on the ankles. Who on earth likes tattoos?"

When Mo Yan encountered a case, her eyes were focused, and her lazy demeanor immediately changed. She analyzed it clearly and logically.

"Most of them are brothel women or young men."

Speaking of Xiao Guan, Wan Yuyuling's breath was slightly cold, and Mo Yan hurried forward to hold his hand, explaining, "Only people in this kind of wind and snow place like to do these useless things, the purpose is to please En guest."

Every city has flower streets and willow alleys, but there are not many small houses, which are cast aside by the common people. A good man can't bear the heavy responsibility of the family, and it is simply incomprehensible to exchange his body for money.

In Dayue, where men are superior to women, there are still these shady creatures. The status of young men is even lower than that of prostitutes in brothels. They not only serve women, but also male benefactors with special hobbies.

"Eat something more, and I will accompany you to the Yamen in a while."

When encountering this kind of thing, it is usually Wan Qi Yuling who compromises. He realizes that he doesn't have much time to spend with her, and wants to do his best to make Mo Yan happy.

"kindness."

After eating the remaining half of the biscuits, before Mo Yan could go downstairs, the nearby residents shouted and reported the crime.

"Who killed a thousand swords! Throwing a hand at my door!"

The old woman who found her hand had helped her family butcher pigs in the early years, and she was not afraid of the corpses. She stood in the middle of the road spitting and cursing for a quarter of an hour before she remembered to answer the police's question.

Without a DNA test, Wu Zuo from Baihua County took a look, and quickly confirmed that the calf and hand belonged to the same person based on the bone age.

Mo Yan and Wan Qi Yuling were already downstairs, and she only took a quick look.

This is a pair of thin white hands, with slender fingers and slightly thick joints. It can be seen that this person has not done heavy physical work, and his hands have been carefully maintained.

On her right hand, only three long nails were left, while the index finger and middle finger were cut bare, which further confirmed her guess.

The owner of the hand must be a young lady, or in other words, a seasoned veteran who serves women.

A normal man would never be considerate enough to only lose the nails of two fingers, and the rest of the nails are painted with pink Danko, which shows that this person loves beauty.

On half of his calf, there are traces of shaving, and the newly grown leg hair has a neat and obvious fracture.

After listening to the analysis, Wan Yuyuling's face was calm, but there was a strange emotion in his eyes. He raised his right hand and looked at it. This action made Mo Yan cover his face, shyly wanting to get into the cracks in the ground.

The analysis just now was from the perspective of a forensic doctor, without any eroticism, but the two of them haven't practiced it personally.

Mo Yan quickly determined the identity of the owner of the corpse through the knowledge he had acquired before.

(End of this chapter)