Daqing Criminal Division

There are a few big characters flying around on this signboard.

To say that Duan Xiao has been able to read and write for many years, it is impossible to say that he knows these words, but he knows these words individually, and when they are put together, he does not understand what he wants to express.

He stood under the thing with his hands behind his back and looked at it, and he couldn't help but think of when he was asking for directions on the street.

The reminder from the local population before he came here made him feel that this place was really weird.

Because since the dynasty entered the customs, the Manchus with this surname alone have been orthodox in addition to the capital.

There are also some ordinary people in the folk, which is not unusual, but it is strange that the clan never mentions their surnames. This person is abnormal, and he directly uses his full name outside.

So for many years, the men who traveled to and from various prefectures and counties pondered for a while, and at the moment they only gave Duan Yuanbao their luggage, and signaled the little guy to stay at the door, then opened their mouths and pointed to the room,

"You wait here, dad wants to go in and have a look, if you don't send the things to the money, I'm afraid you won't get them."

"Well, be careful."

"You told me to be careful?"

Duan Xiao smiled.

"I'm telling the people in the house to be careful."

Duan Yuanbao replied in a low voice.

These words have something to do with what he said as a father.

Duan Xiao didn't bother with him when he heard about it, and twitched the corners of his mouth just as if the child was at odds with him again.

But for this little money to run errands, the courage and tacit understanding of this strange father and son are surprisingly amazing.

Even if there is a tiger's lair in front of him, he seems to want to go in and explore.

Seeing that Duan Yuanbao wouldn't run around, Duan Xiao stretched out his hand and pushed the door open and stepped in.

Dust fell in the light, and the door creaked open.

Duan Xiao stepped into the demolished coffin shop step by step, and walked around a wooden partition in front of the hall. He found that it was a single building with a hole in the inside and a small attic above it.

It's just that this dark place is more eerie and gloomy than other people's yamen, but it's really polite. Those who know it think it's a normal residential house, and those who don't know it think it's someone's armory or a yamen prison.

"Excuse me, but someone is here."

Because he still had an ugly scar on his face, Duan Xiao raised his head and asked, thinking that he might startle people by trespassing in broad daylight.

But he took the initiative to ask a question, but no one answered him in the whole front and downstairs.

In this regard, Duan Xiao had no choice but to go around the bottom and walked a few steps to the outer room, but saw that there was no other display on the shelves in the inner room, only knives, axes, hammers and other weapons-it looked a bit strange. Weapons line.

On the left is a skeleton, several human/skin/masks/tools, and a corresponding map of traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture.

On the right side is a row of small red papers full of pharmacology - it looks a bit like a medical hall.

On the table was a half-cold pot of herbal medicine, the lid was open, and there were vaguely bergamot, angelica, shouwu, shengdi, licorice, wind, etc., all of which were used to treat malignant skin diseases.

On a screen next to it, there are several portraits of the criminals' facial features marked with the arrest warrants of the state government offices in various places.

The portraits of these criminals are drawn with pens, but they are quite lifelike. The brows, eyes, philtrums, lips, etc. are all drawn with red ink and marked with confusing notes.

Under the inkstone with a bunch of portraits of murderers on it was a dozen papers.

On the first one, there are only a few lines like a book listing various items separately, and the handwriting is messy and absurd in large ink-marked characters.

["A, B, C, D 'Four Questions' Secret Scroll"]

[[-]. There is a Liu Sheng in Xuanhua Mansion, who returns to his hometown one day and night. 】

[It was night, he passed by a store and wrote a letter, with the word 'rice meat', and seeing that the lights at the door were all off, and there seemed to be something strange on the ground, he quietly peeped through the door opening, and was shocked. Excuse me, what did Liu Sheng see at this time? 】

【A. A piece of darkness】

【B. Robber stealing】

【C. Adultery】

【D. Murder scene】

This messy test paper was written by someone who doesn't know what kind of weirdness it is.

Duan Xiao's first reaction was to narrow his eyes thoughtfully.

It was also at this time that Duan Xiao, who walked in alone but didn't touch these nagging things at all, noticed a conversation from upstairs in the house.

"Hey! Wake up, it's already dawn, and the sun has already come in! This is not a tavern or a spring building, can you stop being like this, and get up and do something serious?"

This conversation sounds like there are two people.

A battered, walking upstairs wearing a pair of boots, and there seems to be the sound of the scabbard on the belt scraping the ground on the belt.

The other one didn't say a word, and answered from time to time, as if he had spent a night fooling around somewhere last night without any energy.

"...It's early in the morning, what's the noise?"

This voice seems to be the owner of this place.

It's just that he doesn't know who it is who is angrily lecturing him in this small building right now.

Thinking of this, he looked up the stairs carefully, but saw nothing, and Duan Xiao, who was standing downstairs by himself, didn't make a sound.

"You said why I came to you, not to solve the case, this case will definitely come to you!"

"What do you want me to do? There are always a few cases like this in each county every year. The stone Buddha temple in the city has been in disrepair for a long time. The beam on the temple was struck by lightning in rainy days. The deceased was Most of the woodcutters who passed by and took a rest were struck by lightning and died last night during the thunderstorm, you should urge your county magistrate to raise funds to renovate the Bodhisattva Temple as soon as possible."

"Oh, no, no, it's not a woodcutter this time! It's a boy!"

The man upstairs who seemed to be a policeman said again.

"Tongsheng? That's a tryst between men and women in the temple. Sure enough, scholars who have read too much Confucius and Mencius didn't know how to avoid going out in rainy days, and were struck by lightning and won the jackpot."

"No, no! Why didn't you wait for me to finish my sentence! It's not Lei this time, the body is fine! He was killed in the temple in the middle of the night in such a strange way!"

"A bizarre and tragic death?"

At first I heard it was a murder.

The people upstairs who were busy with something didn't say anything.

He seemed to be thinking about something, but he hadn't seen him yet, but the sleepy voice of the other party sounded very hoarse, and he 'touched' fell to the ground after speaking, and yawned.

"No, I don't want to go out in broad daylight, my eyes will feel uncomfortable when I see the light, and, don't you see that the medicine jar under me is full of boiled medicine? As I said earlier, I am sick and have to retreat for a few days , No business for these two days."

"Sick, what disease?"

asked his friend.

"Bald, hemiplegia, and leprosy, you'd better stay away from me, so as not to be infected by me."

'Bald' himself has a frank and informative attitude towards the dangerous condition.

But his 'friend' was in a hurry, stamped his feet angrily and refused to leave, instead he surrounded him in the attic with a screen and started nagging,

"Fu, Fuchaerzi! I don't think you are bald, you have a broken head! Please forgive me! You are the only one in Songyang who can investigate this matter. Let's get to know each other for a while, and then you Do me a favor!"

"..."

"I know you don't like to go out during the day because of your eyes, but this one was just discovered on the mountain this morning. The scene and the corpse are both hot. Just go and take a look. I won't bother you next time after reading this time. Are you okay?"

"Oh, I helped you this time, so don't bother me next time, Zha Keshan?"

These words made the Fucha detective raise his eyelids and reply.

It is estimated that he was really annoyed by the yamen's arrest day by day, so he buried his head like a drunk man in the small building and continued to think for a while, and then said this again.

"Hmm... Then why don't you answer my question first? Did you see the 'Four Questions' secret scroll I wrote when you walked in just now?"

"Look, I see, what's the problem?"

Nazaksan also asked blankly.

"The first question, Liu Sheng's 'rice meat' case, if it were you, which one would you choose?"

"Eh... have you chosen?"

"Oh why?"

"A shop that sells rice and meat in the middle of the night. I think there must be a lot of silver in the shop to attract thieves?"

The Sergeant looks like a normal person.

"Wrong, you can go."

"Isn't it already?"

These words are surprising.

"This...how is it possible? Don't just talk nonsense just to make fun of me and not go with me!"

Zakshan didn't really believe it either.

"I said, you got the answer right, and I promise to help you see the corpse this time. Your chance is gone. I don't care about other things. I won't go even if other unjust dead ghosts come to ask me in a dream. .”

With such a nonsense and deliberately difficult question, Detective Fucha issued an order to expel the guest after finishing speaking.

Zakshan, who came here early in the morning, had nothing to do here, so he could only grit his teeth and rush downstairs first, thinking that he would come back when he thought of other ways.

But just as he was about to leave, the bastard who was lying on the ground with his clothes uncovered and covering his face stopped him, and half sleepy and half awake with his eyes closed, he pointed downstairs and said,

"By the way, you go, invite the downstairs one out too."

The words that seemed to have eyes on the soles of the feet made Zha Keshan poke his head out of the upstairs in surprise.

Across the stairs of the small building, the two sides met each other.

It is also such a meeting as a stranger.

Standing at the bottom, Duan Xiao, who had already realized that he might have spotted the trace when he came in just now, was not panicked, rolled his eyes, and clasped his hands again.

"Two, I didn't intend to eavesdrop. I just happened to knock on the door and came in. I found someone talking upstairs, so I didn't dare to disturb you."

"Oh, it's all right, sir, don't mind me, my friend is talking nonsense here when he's drunk, but... what's your business here?"

About to see Duan Xiao tall and thin, plain clothes, like a scholar.

The scars caused by the disfigurement on this face also looked a little bleak.

Zha Keshan, with a rough face, braids hanging behind his head, and a blue-gray government uniform, was startled at first, but he didn't seem to have a hard time talking afterwards.

"May I ask if the owner who opened the coffin shop here is still there? I'm from Yanzhou Mansion, and I need to hand over something to him."

"The original owner? Hey, someone asked you something, where did the original one go?"

As soon as he heard that Duan Xiao was here for business, Zha Keshan hurriedly turned around and yelled at the person upstairs again.

"Oh, here we are."

Someone upstairs who didn't seem to like being disturbed casually interrupted like this.

"Go out of the city and turn right at the Mass Burial Mound. Just look at the inscription on the broken stele that says Liu Tongtian. Remember to burn a strong brazier before throwing it in, so that he won't miss it."

Duan Xiao: "..."

Zakshan: "..."

This nonsense sounds really unreal.

Sensing that this man was rude to a stranger like himself, Duan Xiao didn't say much, and planned to turn around and leave in a more interesting manner, but Zha Keshan, a big fool, saw that he was leaving, but suddenly remembered something, and suddenly He slapped his head and said,

"Hey! By the way, I have run out of opportunities, but this gentleman just came in and heard your question, so there is still a chance to answer the question, right?"

"I?"

Duan Xiao asked back.

"Yes, yes, please, sir, just choose one at random, in case you get it right!"

This sudden turning point is somewhat unexpected.

Duan Xiao downstairs didn't want to get involved in this matter, but was forced by the arrester to also intervene. It was also after hearing this that the weird man above who hadn't shown up pushed open the door of the small building with a flick of his hand.

Da da.

There were footsteps.

"Hey! Fucharzi, why did you come down!"

Zakshan also jumped up all of a sudden.

Duan Xiaowen looked up, but saw that the man in soap clothes appeared from above with folded arms, tall and straight as a pine.

He has a tough face, with presumptuous and unruly eyebrows, thin lips pursed, and he looks a bit cynical when he lowers his head and holds similar physical evidence in his hands. He is an unrestrained and arrogant person that is unforgettable at first sight.

There is no bright light across the small building.

His eyes, which are always in the dark, are as he and Zha Keshan said before, one yin and one yang, so it is inconvenient to go out during the day.

The eyeball was gray, and the left pupil was suffering from some kind of illness. Because it was not exposed to light all day, it was extremely cloudy and strange, and it had the wisdom, transparency and unfathomable depth that perfectly matched this face.

He and Duan Xiao looked like two kinds of people.

One is like Mount Tai, and the other is like a river. They are two completely different, but they have some kind of strange similarities in strength, aloofness and incomprehensible turmoil inside.

"What do you choose?"

"Choice C?"

When they spoke, the two spoke in unison.

Then, the two fell silent again.

On this side, after being separated for many years, the two who were already different at that time recalled together, it was indeed a first meeting that brought and changed too many mysteries.

It's just that at the moment, they all seem to respect people like each other a little bit.

"Wrong, you both ran out of opportunities."

For a long time, Fucha Erji, who stared at the scar on Duan Xiao's face upstairs for some reason, looked away for some reason, and then looked away indifferently, then drove away again.

"Zakshan, I don't welcome people who eavesdrop, or this kind of shady, unattractive person who likes to eavesdrop."

"see a visitor out."