Tang Dynasty detective

Chapter 486 Ghost Kills

Seeing Li Canghai and Conan approaching, Zhang Wenyuan rushed to greet him, and said eagerly: "Immortal Chief, you are here. It is really as you said, my house is really in a bloodbath! What should I do?"

"Don't panic outside the staff, let everyone leave the room first, and wait for me to check." Li Canghai said solemnly.

Hearing this, Zhang Wenyuan immediately asked everyone to stay away from the house.

Conan pushed Li Canghai and walked in.

When he came to the room, he saw a female corpse lying on the ground. A white silk was hung on the beam of the room two feet away from the female corpse, and a chair was upside down under the white silk.

Besides that, there were papers strewn all over the room, which looked untidy.

"Brother Conan, it's time to start." Li Canghai said.

Conan nodded, and then checked in the room.

Li Canghai came to the side of the corpse, bent over and examined the corpse carefully.

The deceased was a woman, about [-] years old, with a slender figure and graceful appearance, but her eyes were protruding, which made her otherwise pretty face a little frightening, and the most striking thing was a purple strangle mark on her neck.

"Brother Li, what did you find?" Conan came over and asked.

Li Canghai opened the deceased's mouth with bamboo chopsticks, examined it carefully, and said, "The deceased's lower eyelids had red dots, and the root of his tongue was broken. He died of suffocation. Judging from the stiffness of the corpse, the time of death should be three hours." Within, that is, between midnight last night and early morning today."

"During this period of time, everyone should be sleeping." Conan mused.

Li Canghai nodded, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "Did you find something there?"

Conan said: "I checked all the windows and they were all locked from the inside. Except for the gate, there were no signs of man-made damage in the rest, and I also found this."

Conan handed Li Canghai a brass lock and said, "This lock was found on a broken wooden door. After comparison, it can be confirmed that it is used to lock the door. I just asked Zhang Wenyuan, and according to what he said, he ordered After someone knocked open the gate, no one has touched the things here, and the lock is not locked outside, but locked inside."

Li Canghai frowned slightly, and said, "The windows are closed, and the door is locked from the inside. Judging from everything in front of us, this seems to be a suicide."

Conan stroked his chin, nodded and said: "It seems so on the surface, but I always feel a little strange. Since he committed suicide, why did he lock himself in this secret room? Brother Li, it is certain that the deceased died of suffocation, not other things. ?"

Li Canghai pondered, "I'm not an author, so I can only make a general judgment, but she meets the conditions for suffocation, so there should be nothing wrong."

After thinking for a while, Li Canghai picked up the scattered papers on the ground and said, "Brother Conan, let's put away these scattered papers first and see if we can find any clues."

Conan nodded, and then he and Li Canghai bent down to pick up the paper on the ground.

Li Canghai pushed the wooden wheelchair to pick up the paper, and soon came to the overturned chair under Bai Ling. He saw a scroll on the ground, and picked it up.

The picture scroll was not tied up, but unfolded halfway on the ground, as if it had been opened by someone.

Li Canghai unfolded the scroll, and found that what was painted on it was a picture of 'A Snowy Plum Blossom'.

In the vast snow, the plum blossoms bloom like burning flames. The whole picture is extremely exquisite in terms of composition and ink use. Even people like Li Canghai who don't know much about painting can see that the artistic conception of this painting is very good. People are very good at painting.

"Ah~! This is... Fengniang's painting! Could it be that Hongmei was killed by Fengniang's ghost? Fengniang must have come to claim her life!"

"Sister Lan, don't talk nonsense! Feng Niang has been dead for more than ten years, why are there still ghosts?"

"Sister Ah Zhu, I heard that ghosts can exist in the world forever and will not dissipate. It must be Feng Niang. It must be Feng Niang who is looking for someone to ask for her life!"

"Sister Lan...you, don't scare us...!"

Li Canghai suddenly heard the whispers of Zhang's female relatives outside the door, he looked at the inscription on the painting, and there was indeed the word "Feng Niang" on it, and his heart suddenly moved.

Zhang Wenyuan sternly yelled at the women: "Shut up, what nonsense are you talking about here? Why don't you all go back?"

The woman was crying before, and she seemed to be so frightened that her voice trembled a little: "Master...it's really Feng Niang! Feng Niang came back and asked for someone's life! Master, I'm afraid..."

"What's there to be afraid of? With my master here, what monsters are rushing to run amok in my Zhang residence? Go back quickly, don't make trouble here!" Zhang Wenyuan shouted.

Li Canghai saw the women turning around to leave, so he hurriedly said, "Mr. Zhang, please let the ladies into the room. I have something to ask them."

Zhang Wenyuan hesitated for a moment, then walked in with a few women.

"Mr. Zhang, may I ask what is the relationship between the deceased and you?" Li Canghai asked.

Looking at the corpse, Zhang Wenyuan sighed, "Her name is Hongmei, and she is my concubine."

"I don't know how she is feeling recently? Has anything unusual happened?" Li Canghai asked after thinking about it.

"Hongmei has been well recently, and I have never seen anything unusual!" Zhang Wenyuan frowned.

"The ladies just said that Hongmei was killed by a ghost, so what's going on?" Li Canghai asked.

Several women looked at Zhang Wenyuan tremblingly, showing hesitation on their faces, as if they were extremely scared.

"Why are you shivering? The Immortal Elder asked you something, and you answered yes!" Zhang Wenyuan shouted.

Hearing what Zhang Wenyuan said, several women pushed and shoved each other for a while, and finally a woman in blue came out, and said in a trembling voice: "I don't know something, more than ten years ago, the master's The wife of the main house, Feng Niang, died in the painting garden. Since then, the painting garden has been locked. This "Picture of Aoxue Hanmei" was painted by Feng Niang before she was alive, but it has been locked in the painting garden. Now that she appears here, it must be Feng Niang who came to claim her life!"

After listening, Li Canghai looked at Zhang Wenyuan and said, "Member, why did Feng Niang die?"

Zhang Wenyuan showed sadness, and sighed, "Fengniang is good at both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she is knowledgeable about books and rituals. She is my favorite woman. But more than ten years ago, she died of dystocia... Since then, Because I was heartbroken, I ordered people to lock the painting garden, and no one has set foot in it since then."

"Master, it must be Hongmei who stole this picture, and she hanged herself because Fengniang was fascinated by her mind!" The woman in blue said in horror.

"Don't talk nonsense! Hongmei committed suicide, how could it be that Fengniang killed her?" Zhang Wenyuan shook his sleeves and snapped.

Zhang Wenyuan yelled sharply, and all the women were frightened into silence.

At this time, Conan had already collected all the scattered papers. After flipping through them, he said, "Brother Li, these are all poems. There is nothing strange about them. They should have been scattered by the deceased before his death."

(End of this chapter)