Second-generation ancestor

Stepping into Song's house again, looking at the already decadent courtyard in the night, suddenly wandered into another world.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already wearing a purple bronzing jacket, and he was walking with a slow pace.As soon as he entered the door, Xiaodie, the girl, surrounded him and waited on him "young master is long, young master is short", and gave her the birdcage in his hand, and casually told some interesting things outside, she must have been amused and laughed "haha".

Every night, he would still sit at a round table with the rest of the Song family and have a meal, because this was the only request Song Jing had for him.

The night of the murder was the last meal.

Song Jing said: "There are two new shops on Dongsi Avenue, let's leave it to your subordinates to take care of them!"

"Ah."

The fourth son of the Song family has a bad character, is extravagant, and ruins the family style. The head of the Song family, Song Jing, only pays money, and never cares about others.

When I opened my eyes again, it was dark again. The dilapidated lanterns hanging on the eaves fluttered twice with the night wind, fell to the ground with a "squeak", and rolled twice.

"From the gate through the front yard to the inner hall, 38 people died in the guard and disciples. You... your elder brother Song Wen and second elder brother Song Tao died in the inner hall. From the inner hall to the back yard, a total of 47 people died. There were 19 young children and 28 other people. Your third brother Song Tao died in the backyard bedroom with his wife and children. The above mentioned are all dead bodies, others..."

They walked in, and the gate of the inner hall was covered with sword marks, mottled with dark and light colors, and blood stains could be discerned vaguely. Song Dongyang supported the wall, and felt his stomach churning, and the smell of blood from the yard rushed to the top of his head again. The desire to retch kept churning in his body, making him almost unable to stand up.

In the darkness, a pair of strong hands supported his arms, saying: "Dongyang, it's all over."

Song Dongyang pushed Bai Hao away, his voice hoarse: "What on earth did you bring me here for?"

"There were 85 members of the Song family, all of whom were killed by more than ten sword strikes. Those who had the skill were taken out of their inner alchemy. This was not a premeditated extermination, but a massacre. The old and weak, women and children were not spared. You... Don't you want to seek justice for them?"

"Fairness? What qualifications do I have to seek justice for them?" Song Dongyang's eyes were completely dull, and his face was ashen. "What qualifications do I have?"

Bai Hao said: "You are qualified and more responsible. You are not the bastard Song Dongyang, but you are Song Dongyang, the son of Song Jing, the leader of the demon clan. Don't run away anymore."

Song Dongyang remained silent, and walked towards the southwest corner of the backyard on his own.

The door was already covered with dust, and when it was gently pushed open, the tables and chairs were arranged as usual, and the pens, ink, papers and inkstones were still in their original places.

"Both you and Leader Song were found in the study room. He worked hard all his life to get you two together."

Holding a small dim lamp, Song Dongyang caressed the desk case, pen and ink, and the bookshelf. Standing under the curtain, he gently pulled the rein, and a drawer on the bookshelf was slowly pushed out, and the hidden drawer was empty.

Song Dongyang said: "It turns out that there is..."

"The Concentric Restoration Method should have been lost that day."

Bai Hao stepped forward, inspected the drawer carefully and said, "There seems to be something in the middle of the drawer? Is there a dagger?"

"Yes", Song Dongyang took the dagger and handed it to Bai Hao, Bai Hao pried out the drawer little by little: "It seems...it's a letter." He took the envelope and handed it to Song Dongyang. "

Song Dongyang looked at the familiar words on the envelope: My son Dongyang kisses me.He read a few short words for a long time, until his eyes and nose became sore.

Bai Hao closed the hidden grid and said, "Go back and take a closer look, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. I've already talked about most of the situation that day. As for the clues I found, we'll talk about it another day."

"Thank you." Song Dongyang said.

"You and I don't need to say thank you."

Song Dongyang's heart moved: "One more thing, I have a maid named Xiaodie, who died by the lotus pond in the front yard that day, her head and body were separated when she died, and she was dressed in pink clothes. She was the only one in this family who treated me better. ,I think……"

"I remember that there were no female family members among the corpses in the front yard. After the autopsy, all of them have been buried in the Song family ancestor's grave. In this case, I will help you check when I go back."

"it is good."

All the way back, the letter seemed to be faintly hot in the chest.Song Dongyang's thoughts turned back and forth, one moment was his slightly trembling hands, another moment was the scene where everyone was killed that night, and another moment was the words Song Jing said before he fell into a coma, all of which kept lingering in his ears, scene after scene.Back in the bedroom, he pulled out the envelope and eagerly opened it:

Dongyang, when you read this book, you should have already obtained the 'Concentric Restoration Method', and the gathering of inner alchemy is just around the corner.

My son, knowing that you are resentful as a father, it is really helpless to abolish your inner alchemy that day. The son of the Song family can only save his life with no merit and no harm.I will bid farewell to you with this book. When you read this book, you should be hundreds of miles away.Hope you are happy and endure sorrow, don't think about it, I used to think that we will be together for a long time, but the fate is so bad, you are my mother, I wish my heart is at peace.However, today we are separated and cannot support each other to survive. Thinking about it now, I have nothing to regret.The door of the Song family is always open for you, don't read it.

"The door of the Song family is always open for you, don't read it..." Tears slowly fell from Song Dongyang's eyes, and his hand holding the letter began to tremble slightly: So he knew everything, and he really knew everything!He knew his ambition and his hatred for the Song family, so he was ready to bid farewell to him.

Father and son, stand tall.In this battle between father and son, Song Dongyang lost in the end.

Song Dongyang thought, if the plan went well that day, this letter should have been taken away by him along with the "Returning to the same place" in the chaos. In a hurry, the murderer took the secret book, but left the letter in the crack of the drawer .

Song Dongyang put away the letter and lay on the bed, staring blankly at the roof, without sleep all night.

It was cool in the middle of the night, and Jinse came out of Zhang Xu's mansion, and it was past the third watch.After spending time together, she still insisted on leaving.

"It should be the last time." With such a sigh, she was actually relieved.

The scene was vivid just now, Zhang Xu asked: "You really don't want to go with me? Do you want to stay in that kind of place for the rest of your life?"

Jinse put on her coat and said coldly, "I won't go."

Zhang Xu stopped Jinse: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Why? Exactly why? Married woman, who doesn't expect a lover to solve their calamity and change their fate? Is it because you don't trust me, or you don't love me at all."

"Prostitute? It seems that we met for nothing, the sex is ruthless, and the actor has no intention, but why does Mr. Zhang take it seriously?"

The wind at midnight carried a void that was not usually present.Blow it, and it hurts all over.

Jin Se shrank her neck and got into the carriage. The driver waved his whip and walked slowly towards the end of the street.

When waking up in the morning, beggars are always the first to wake up, wandering around the streets and alleys, looking through the garbage cleared out by rich people.

Passing by a long narrow street, the old beggar took the treasures he picked up early in the morning and planned to find a quiet place to enjoy it slowly. Looking at a mat in the distance, he was very happy. Ten years of feng shui, such a lucky morning may be Hard to come across.

Grope carefully, the mat is ninety-nine percent new, when it was torn off, a woman was lying on the ground with no clothes to hide her body.Where the face was lying on the ground, a pool of blood was black.

The old beggar was so frightened that he sat down tremblingly on the side, couldn't help but take a closer look, the woman was motionless, he got up abruptly, shouted: "Dead!" Then he went out of the alley like crazy run out.

Since Bai Hao solved the serial murder case last time, people from the government office would visit Bai's house from time to time.The disciples of the Qingcheng sect, the business travelers, and the people who come and go are complicated, and if they are not sure, they can't help being troublesome.

Early in the morning, the two police officers of the yamen were already waiting outside the gate of the Bai family's other courtyard to see Bai Hao.As soon as they met, a shop head hurried forward, cupped his fists and saluted, and said, "Master Bai, it's really embarrassing to disturb you so early..."

Bai Hao said: "Catcher Sun might as well speak up."

"This morning, an old beggar found a female corpse in the alley behind Yanhong Pavilion."

Bai Hao's heart sank, and he said, "This person..."

"This person is Jinse, the proprietress of the Rouge Pavilion. Miss Jinse has a complicated background and is a well-known red card in the city, and she died in a strange way, so I want to trouble Mr. Bai..."

Bai Hao said: "Take me to see the scene quickly."

When he went out, he saw Song Dongyang fighting crickets with Rongzhi from a distance, Song Dongyang smiled and waved at him, he wanted to raise his hand back and forth, but he didn't have any strength in his arm.Taking another look, he left blankly.

Seeing Bai Hao leaving in a hurry, Song Dongyang suddenly felt so boring, threw the cricket's dog's tail grass, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, just pretend not to see me? If you don't take me there, I still want to go .” Shaking his head, he went out as usual.

As soon as he went out, he was knocked to the ground by a little beggar on the street. The little beggar made a face at Song Dongyang.He sneered twice and ran away.

Song Dongyang rubbed his butt, pointed at the little beggar with a folding fan and cursed: "You uneducated little thing, stop for me."

The little beggar had long since disappeared. Song Dongyang patted the dirt on his body, walked two steps forward, found a corner, and opened the note: Jinse died in the back alley of Yanhong Pavilion last night, and his body was in the Yamen.

Song Dongyang suddenly felt a little out of breath, his chest was so stuffy and painful, he leaned against the wall and gasped for breath.Feeling someone put a hand on his shoulder, he turned around abruptly, and slapped the man's chest, although he had no internal strength, he exerted all his strength.

Bai Hao took a step back and said, "You know."

Song Dongyang asked: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"The Bai family has a lot of chatter. I'm afraid you're in danger. Now that you're out, come with me. Just now, I asked Detective Sun to go to the yamen to wait for me."

Detective Sun quickly took the two of them to the morgue. The body was covered with a white linen cloth with blood stains on it.

Inspector Sun quickly said: "Miss Jinse was found in a back alley where she was drunk with rouge. She was facing the ground, covered with a straw mat, and she was not wearing a single strand of hair. After the autopsy, she was raped in turn before she died. The cause of death was a stab wound to the chest."

Bai Hao was about to lift the cloth when Sun Putou suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute, that... Miss Jinse was... and shaves her face, so this face... In this way, I will wait for you outside the house. If you need anything, don't worry." Call me." As soon as he finished speaking, he backed out.

Bai Hao glanced at Song Dongyang and said, "You go out too, I will help Jinse catch the murderer."

Song Dongyang paused every word: "Let me stay."

Bai Hao slowly opened the white cloth and checked the wounds on his face: "There are seven slashes on the face, and the slashes are neat. It doesn't look like it was done by someone who has no foundation in martial arts."

"Jinse's martial arts are not weak, and ordinary criminals can't hurt her, unless they are enlightened or really encounter a master." Song Dongyang clenched his hands tightly, his knuckles turned white.

Bai Hao glanced at Song Dongyang, slowly covered the white cloth, and said, "Let's go, go and have a look at the scene."

Song Dongyang stood there blankly, motionless.

Bai Hao said: "Let's go, Jinse is still waiting for you to avenge her."

Not long after, the two arrived at the back alley of Yanhong Pavilion, and found that the place where the body had been partitioned off, Bai Hao greeted the policeman at the entrance of the alley, and walked into the alley with Song Dongyang.In the middle of the alley, a straw mat was spread on the ground, and beside the straw mat were two puddles of blood that had turned black.

"The corpse is lying on the ground. The bloodstains should be two stab wounds on the face and chest." Bai Hao inspected the surroundings carefully, and said, "The bloodstains are only in these two places. It seems that they are not the scene of the first crime." After finishing speaking, look at Song Dongyang again, this person has disappeared without a trace.

From the back alley to the front yard, Song Dongyang dodged the two policemen at the door, and entered the room through the window.The bosom friend had been waiting in the room early, when she saw the person entering the door, she immediately knelt down and said, "Pavilion Master."

Song Dongyang said with a blank expression, "Where did Jinse go last night?"

"Son of Zhang Yuanwai, in Zhang Xu's residence."

"What do I need to do? I don't need to tell you."

The bosom friend said: "Pavilion master, once something happened to Jinse, people have been sent to investigate, and people have gone to the building."

"Last night, who sent Jinse out the door."

"Horse boy Ah Huang."

Song Dongyang said: "Where are people?"

"Also... disappeared too."

Song Dongyang was faintly uneasy, feeling that this incident seemed to be prepared, and said: "Even if Qingcheng is turned over for me, these two people must be found. If you are alive, you must see people, and if you die, you must see corpses. As for the people in the Rouge Pavilion Other things..." Song Dongyang sighed, "You take care of it for now."

"Yes, Pavilion Master."