Bone Painting Coroner

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It took him a while to recover, and he quickly climbed out of the dead man.

Lying on the muddy loess, he was still in shock.

Are you dead?

Is this the Yan Luodian?

Not like it!

Suddenly, a few crows hovering above the dead bodies fluttered their wings, uttered "Jie" again and again, and then landed on the rotten corpses to peck raw meat.

He suddenly realized that this is a mass grave!

I'm not dead yet.

He climbed up, his body weak, and wobbled for a while before he stood firm.

With the faint moonlight, he surveyed the terrain around, probably knew where he was, and then determined a direction, and left from here with injuries and struggling.

He did not notice, just behind him, four or five figures were trailing behind.

After an hour.

The man arrived at the back door of a house in the suburbs, and after a few vigilant glances around, he made sure that no one was following him. Then he knocked on the door.

After a while, there was a sound from the door, "Buy cloth? Or dye cloth?"

"Send cloth."

Creak!

The door opened.

An old man leaned out from inside and was shocked when he saw the person coming.

"Xie Qin?"

Xie Qin's feet softened and leaned heavily on the door frame next to it.

"Aren't you..." dead?

The last three words, the old man did not ask for an exit.

Xie Qin said, "Go ahead and say more."

The old man nodded hurriedly and hurriedly helped him over, making sure no one was behind before closing the door.

Langpo jumped out of the dark and hidden in the corner of the back door, he was also shocked.

Because the courtyard where Xie Qin entered was Sijia Zhuangzhuang!

The old man was the one who took the cloth from Wenjia Xiufang.

Apart from the shock, it was also an unexpected joy. The whole Langbo was full of energy and even a little excited. He had been keeping for so many days, and the Si family had not moved. Today, I finally caught a rabbit, could you be excited?

He hurriedly told the guards around him, "You go back and report the prince first."

"Yes!"

The guard was ordered, and the smoke disappeared, while Lang Po quietly infiltrated the family.

Xie Qin was helped into a room, and the old man quickly locked the door.

One of the two candlesticks was suddenly extinguished inside, and the other one seemed to be picked up. As the figure moved slowly, the light became darker and darker, and finally disappeared, causing the room to be dark.

Looking at the direction in which the light moves, it feels like someone is holding the candlestick further and further away.

But how big can that room be?

At most fifty square meters is enough.

Farther?how is this possible?

Langpo quietly jumped over the beam of the house, throwing a small tile to look inside.

It was a room full of large and small boxes, and nothing but the boxes.

Even Xie Qin and the old man who just went in were gone.

Is there a secret room in the room?

impossible!Langpo denied his guess.

Because before, he had sneaked into this room, and he had checked it all over, but there were no secret passages and institutions at all.

How could the people inside disappear for no reason?

At the moment when he felt strange, he suddenly threw a piece of literacy in the distance, and was facing his head with accuracy. Fortunately, he had already noticed that he had drifted away from the body and jumped from the roof.

Through the light of the lanterns around him, he saw the man who had just thrown stones at himself.

Wenxian!

Wen Xian was dressed in a black robe, clean and clean, still holding the flute around his waist.

He looked at Langpo up and down, revealing a surprised look, "It turns out to be the person next to Rong Wang. Why is this big night here?"

Lang Bo's expression was serious, his eyes narrowed, "Wang Gongzi? Why are you here?"

He smiled and stepped forward, "This is my place, I will be here, why is it strange?"

"Your place?"

Langpo surprised!

He has been squatting outside the family for so long, he has never seen Wen Xian appear here.

The leisurely and slowly explained, "Sijia Shuangzhuang has always been my business, but the business is not good, just leave it here, and let others take care of it. If you have time, you will come back, just Unexpectedly, I only came back today and walked into the yard because I couldn’t sleep. I even bumped into someone snooping on the roof of my house, so I just dumped the stone at you, where I knew that it was the person around Rong Wang who was offended. Please excuse me."

"It's okay!"

"But...you haven't answered my question, so late, what are you doing here? And, I climbed to the roof."

The last sentence is like a sharp blade across the iron plate.

Although Langpo is a rough man, he can really get things done, but he is not the little guards who panic and panic.

He said with a straight face, "Don't misunderstand, Wenchao is chasing a little thief. The little thief stole something as important as my prince, so I arrived here."

"Little thief?" Wen Xian glanced around. "The little thief stole Rong Wang's things. That's a good search, but I don't know where the little thief went?"

"Just in the room behind me."

"Oh?" Wen Xian wondered, "That house is just a warehouse for cloth, and it can't hide people at all."

Creak!

The door behind opened suddenly.

I saw that the old man came out, holding an extinguished candlestick in one hand and pressing his bleeding forehead in the other.

When I saw the people in the courtyard, I hurried over and walked over.

"Master? It's so late, why haven't you rested yet?" the old man asked.

Wen Xian asked him, "Bo Wang, the son said, you saw a little thief enter the warehouse where you put the cloth, did you see it?"

"Is there a thief? I didn't see it. I was just checking the number of the cloths. I accidentally overturned the candlestick. The man fell and almost knocked his brain."

Blood is still on the forehead!

He hurriedly said, "And there is only me in it. I don't see anyone come in."

Lang Bo gave Wang Bo a glance, and naturally did not believe him. He grabbed the candlestick in his hand, took out the fire-folder he was carrying and lit it, took it, turned and entered the warehouse.

The warehouse is rectangular in shape, and all the boxes, large and small, are piled up. He looked carefully in the room, and even the small boxes with cloths were not left.

can--

Nothing was found, no secret passage.

Wen Xian walked in and looked at the opened boxes without frowning. He just said, "You also saw that there is no one in this room except cloth or cloth. It may be that you look at the eyes. Now, the little thief who is interested is already gone."

Facing the empty room, Lang Bo's face was black.

The hand holding the candlestick is also tight!

In the end, I had to apologize to Wen Xian, "Sorry, Master Wen, I have disturbed you. Maybe... I really took a look, since the little thief is not here, I will say goodbye."

"Do not send!"

After Lang Po went out, he jumped and disappeared immediately.

After realizing that the person had really left, Wen Xiang's indifferent sheet sank before asking Wang Bo.

"What about people?"

"Master, rest assured, Xie Qin is fine."