Bone Painting Coroner

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Li Cheng understood the meaning, squinting and said, "So, the murderer is a person who has had a holiday with the two of them, and hates them all."

bingo!

Master Zhuo got this reminder and quickly ordered: "Come here, immediately investigate and find out, who is having a holiday with Wang Jun and Zhao Zhuang'er? And hate them, as soon as you find a suspicious person, take it immediately Come to Yamen and ask questions. I would rather catch the wrong one than let it go."

Deterred!

Seven or eight arrested quickly took their lives and hurried away.

Now that the scope is narrowed, the murderer will be caught as soon as possible.

Master Zhuo finally relieved.

As soon as the case was over, Cheng Shizi left, and his heart did not have to hang.

"Mr. Ji, if this case can be settled, you are indispensable. The officer has a clear reward and punishment and will not treat you badly."

Ji Yunshu arched his hand: "The case hasn't been fully ascertained yet. The adult said this earlier."

"No sooner or later, as long as you find someone who has hatred against the dead, and then check them one by one, you will be able to find the murderer."

"It would be so simple."

"What do you mean?"

Ji Yunshu said: "Please also ask adults to do it for convenience. I want to see Song Zhi in prison."

"Huh?" Master Zhuo was confused, "See what he does? Song Zhi's confession has already been seen by you, and it is written on it, without saying a word."

"I have something else to want to ask him personally."

...

On the other side, in the inn.

Li Wenshu reads a book in the house, there is a burning incense in the incense burner at hand.

The scent filled the house, refreshing.

Makes the mind more stable.

She has loved reading since she was a child, and once she reads it, she is easily fascinated.

No room for interruption.

But the sound of wielding swords kept coming out of the window!

She disturbed her very much.

This book has become increasingly unreadable.

Simply put the book down, walk to the window, and push the window to look down.

See who the "culprit" is?

I saw a man practicing sword in the backyard of the inn.

The figure is flexible, the steps are strong, and the black sword in his hand is like a moving cloud, usually traversing several complete arcs in the air.

The white light on Jianfeng gradually faded away like a meteor rear-end...

The men's sword dance is quite attractive.

Although it is not the kind of very handsome person, but because of running around the rivers and lakes for many years and living on the Xisai grassland for so many years, his eyes are so cold that no one can enter, but there are quite a few people Points of security.

This person is no one else.

It is Baiyin!

Li Wenshu's hands on the windowsill could not help but tighten.

The heart slammed a few times.

Then the ghost messenger went out and headed towards the backyard.

When Bai Yin saw her, the movement in her hand stopped immediately, and she put the long sword into the scabbard, just about to leave.

"The son stayed!" Li Wenshu stopped him.

When Bai Yin heard the sound, he stepped in and looked back at her, and asked, "What's wrong with the girl?"

"Thank you for your help yesterday."

"Little things!"

"My name is Li Wenshu, I don't know the name of the son?"

Bai Yin saw her sitting with Li Cheng this morning, and Li Cheng also called her sister Ai.

It can be seen that the two are sisters!

He didn't like Li Cheng originally, and he didn't even like Li Wenshu very much.

But the other women asked in this way. He was a big man, and he seemed stingy if he didn't answer.

Then he replied: "Bai Yin."

"Bai Yin?" Li Wenshu said lightly in her mouth.

"If the girl is fine, I'm going."

"and many more."

Bai Yin turned her back.

Li Wenshu looked at the back figure, and she stopped talking.

Before she heard anything, Baiyin left.

Walking very fast, there is no shadow around the corner.

Li Wenshu had a complicated look, and her hands were tightly twisted together in her shirt.

Standing in place for a long time...

At this time in the cell.

Song Zhi sat calmly on the straw mat in his cell.

Hands chained to the chain,

He grabbed a wet straw and turned it several times around his fingertips.

Then he poked gently on the ground.

Don't know what to write?

He was very quiet when he was locked in, not struggling at all.

There was no fear in my eyes!

In fact, it’s good to shut in. You don’t have to worry about at least three meals a day. If you’re at home, you can’t open the pot.

He even had a stranger idea. If Yamen gave him a square table and four treasures in the study, he would rather write his life in prison instead of going out.

After all, you can eat three meals!

I don't know how long it took, he gently put the straw in his hands aside.

On the ground, there is a very beautiful line of writing-sorrow and sorrow.

He chuckled lightly, feeling that he wrote these seven words very well!

Look at likes.

He exhaled deeply and looked up at the narrow window above him.

The light came in and sprinkled on his handsome face.

With a touch of cold wind, it is very comfortable.

"King Meng Shengxian, do you have another man?"

At the last word, he dragged a long note.

Sigh deeply.

At this time-

There was a slight footstep outside the cell.

From far to near, he stayed outside his cell.

He didn't look back, but asked lightly: "But the time is up?"

But it was already past noon, and it would be tomorrow to behead.

The man behind him responded to him: "This case is not settled yet, and it is not time for you to behead."

Ok?

He heard some familiar voices, slowly turned around and looked at him, and met Ji Yunshu's eyes.

"It's you?"

"Otherwise, what does Song Gongzi think?"

Song Zhi got up from the ground and walked to the stake, embarrassed and smiled: "Song Mou thought it was an official who sent me to Cai Shikou."

This scholar!

Ji Yunshu asked: "Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Afraid!" he said, "it's a natural death!"

Ji Yunshu found this person really interesting.

If you make friends with this person, it might be a good thing.

She said: "Song Gongzi's heart is admired."

"Heavy words!" He smiled and asked, "But the son already knows who the bone is?"

"It has been checked."

"Is it really Wang Jun?"

Ji Yunshu nodded and told him everything.

Song Zhi was surprised!

"How is such a miserable story?" He sighed, feeling very sorry, and asked again, "That boy came to prison..."

Ji Yunshu said: "Because I have something to ask you."

"You ask, as long as I know, I will tell."

"It's about the play "Ghost Nirvana"!"

"Huh?" Song Zhi was confused.

Ji Yunshu didn't turn around with him, he directly said: "This drama was written by you. When you wrote it, Wang Jun was not dead yet, but the story coincided with Wang Jun's experience, as if it was written for him. ."

"What do you mean?" "I want to know, how did you write the story in this play?"