Uncle Detective Di Renjie, I build a crime-solving team

It has been quite a while since they received the mission. Hu Wei and Zhang Zhi from the Iron Hand Group led the brothers from the 20th and 21st Halls to Luoyang and found out a lot of information.

After some inquiries, I found out that Li Cunxi was indeed not someone to be trifled with. With the support of Li clan descendants, Di Renjie and Wu Chengsi, he was indeed worth two hundred thousand taels of silver.

But it's not so easy to kill him.

After thinking it over again and again, the two brothers decided to pass the news back to the Iron Hand Group headquarters first, and wait for Yuan Qi to issue orders or send more people.

Taking advantage of the night, two horses were rushing towards Yangzhou.

At this time in the Yongchang County Inn, Zeng Tai stammered as he recounted what had happened to him today.

He talked about Gao Rujin, Jiangjiazhuang, Jiang Xiaolang on the tombstone, and then went to the county government to retrieve the county annals to find Jiang Xiaolang.

"So, this is actually the work of a ghost?"

Hu Jinghui obviously didn't believe in ghosts, but with the facts before him he couldn't help but make some associations.

The case in the tenth year of Zhenguan is exactly the same as the current case. The victims had their left arms and heads chopped off. The hoof prints used by the former Sui Xiaoguo Army appeared inexplicably, corresponding to the Xilin General Temple dedicated to Yuwen Chengdu, as well as the identity document of Jiang Xiaolang who had been dead for decades. These should not appear in this era.

Everything is connected with the ghost crime, intentionally or unintentionally. It is hard to believe that there is no connection at all, even Hu Jinghui, a master of pretending to be a ghost, can do it.

The atmosphere in the room was very depressing for a moment, and even Wu Yanhao felt that there were ghosts and gods in this world.

In the silence, Zeng Tai was the first to speak:

"Cunxi, are we solving cases for people or for ghosts?"

Li Cunxi stroked his chin lightly and said nothing. Ghosts and gods are prevalent these days, and everyone is afraid of them, but ghosts and gods are something that everyone has created.

If he didn't want to help Li Yuanfang resolve his emotional problems, he would have pointed out directly that the dead person might be an internal guard. Once You Huan could prove it, he could then implicate the matter on the internal guard.

After the inner guards got involved, Li Cunxi held He Yun back, and You Huan only needed to go to Beijing to question Wu Zetian. Including the round trip, the truth would be revealed in two days at most.

Putting aside his thoughts, Li Cunxi stood up and said, "Okay, let's go back and have a rest. We will go to Jiangjiazhuang early tomorrow morning to take a look."

Everyone suppressed their anxiety and returned to their rooms.

At Li Cunxi's invitation, He Yun had no choice but to stay in the inn and help solve the case.

At midnight, Li Cunxi was holding a book and reading under the dim oil lamp.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by Wu Yanhao's voice: "Cunxi, Cunxi."

"What's going on?" Li Cunxi put down his book, came out, opened the door, and let Wu Yanhao in.

"Have you found anything strange?" Wu Yanhao said impatiently.

"There are so many strange things. I don't know which one you are talking about."

"The bodies had their heads and left arms chopped off. It's understandable that the heads were chopped off to hide the identity of the deceased, but why did they chop off the left arms?"

"He really is worthy of being a talented scholar in the Prince of Wei's Palace. These years of wandering have not been in vain." Li Cunxi said with emotion.

"Who is wandering! Who is wandering!" Wu Yanhao was anxious. "Also, the man with the identity document is definitely not Jiang Xiaolang. His skin doesn't look like that of an old man who is about to die."

"Well said. Then who is he?" Li Cunxi asked with a smile.

"I don't know, so I came to ask you."

"Who do you think it might be?"

"Chopping off the head is to cover up the identity of the deceased, so chopping off the left arm means that the other party also needs to cover up... I don't believe in ghosts committing crimes. There must be someone pretending to be a ghost to do dirty things!"

"That's absolutely right. Then what do you think the identity of the deceased is?"

"Inner Guards!" Wu Yanhao lowered his voice, "It can only be the Inner Guards, because there is a plum blossom mark on the left arm of the Inner Guards! We also found such a big horseshoe print near the official road where Gao Lan, the leader of the Inner Guards, was killed."

"You haven't wasted these years."

"You discovered it too? No, you must have discovered it, so why didn't you say it out loud?"

Li Cunxi poured Wu Yanhao a cup of tea, found an excuse, and said seriously: "We have no help in Luoyang. If we rashly involve the inner guards, I'm afraid His Majesty will not allow it."

Wu Yanhao believed this reason, took the cup of tea, and said: "If the deceased is really an inner guard, then why did the murderer behind the scenes kill the inner guard? Where did the extinct Ferghana horses come from?"

"We don't know that yet. Maybe there will be some clues tomorrow."

……

As the night drew to a close and dawn approached, two assassins from the Iron Hand Group passed by a passerby on the official road.

Not long after they passed by, Qiao Tai felt that something was wrong with the two people, and hurriedly turned around to look. The two people who passed by him were wearing the standard hoods of the Iron Hand assassins.

He had seen this outfit once when he was in Yangzhou. He saw it when Qi Hai was delivering a message. The difference between the hall master and the subordinates was not that big, and if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell them apart.

"The assassins from the Iron Hand Group are heading to Yangzhou, right? What are they going to do in Yangzhou?"

Qiao Tai watched in confusion, but he really couldn't think of anything.

"Forget it, delivering the letter is more important."

He waved his whip and galloped towards Luoyang.

At this time, outside Enji Manor.

Zeng Tai ordered his men to pull away the beaten madman, and then turned to the villagers who were still barking wildly a second ago.

"What's going on?" Zeng Tai asked with a righteous face.

"Grandpa, this is a madman. He's shouting about ghosts and headless ghosts. We can't do anything but hold him down to avoid causing panic," said the leading villager.

Behind the group of villagers was a large yard that had been uninhabited for a long time and was in a dilapidated state.

When they woke up early in the morning, they found this madman jumping around and screaming, obviously frightened by something. But this madman was surprisingly strong, and three or two people couldn't hold him down.

"Cunxi, look at this..." Zeng Tai turned to Li Cunxi with a bitter face.

"Let's go in and take a look. There must be something wrong inside this old house." Li Cunxi said, pointing to the horseshoe prints on the ground.

"These are the hoof prints of the Ferghana horses from the Western Regions and the hoof marks of the former Sui Xiaoguo Army... The murderer has stopped in front of the door!" Zeng Tai exclaimed.

"That's right, there should be clues inside." Wu Yanhao was eager to try and took the initiative to go in.

Wu Yanhao had just entered the room, and within two seconds he came out retching.

"See, there really is a clue."

Li Cunxi spread his hands and followed everyone in.

What caught the eye were the spider webs on the beams, the broken interior furnishings, neatly arranged tables, chairs and benches, and a corpse with its head and left arm chopped off.

On the wall, a bleeding eagle was painted with blood, and on the ground, blood was gushing out. There was also a foul smell in the air, a mixture of the rotten smell of a place that had not been inhabited for a long time and the smell of blood, which was pungent and nauseating.

"Is it really a ghost?"