Unaware of Spring (2)

  This time it was Nie Qiuyuan who first stood up and said: "Don't be in a hurry, speak slowly. What's going on?"

  Someone rushed in and exclaimed: "It's Vice Hall Master, Vice Hall Master... he was murdered!"

  I'm speechless. This is the second murder case that has occurred in a short period of time since I arrived in Tang Dynasty. The frequency of this reminds me of my favorite anime "Detective Conan". Wherever Conan goes, there's always someone dying, and they die in all sorts of ways. At this rate, it feels like everyone in Tokyo will be dead soon. Is my fate going to be the same?

  I'm getting a bit anxious too. As an unmarried young woman, I don't have the opportunity to go see it in person. If I can't see it firsthand and there's no camera, what help could I possibly be?

  Nie Qiuyuan looked at me and said decisively: "The situation is unclear now, and we don't know if the murderer is still in the village. Liuxuan, follow me closely and don't leave my side!"

  Brother, you're really my god! You're too good at understanding people's intentions! Although he couldn't have thought of it that way in his heart... (Author: Really?...)

  We rushed to the scene. The people of Wanshan are indeed Jianghu people who lick blood on their knives, and they are very conscious. Once the scene was discovered, it was immediately protected and not much damaged.

  The deceased was Zhongtong Hall's deputy hall master Sheng, and the scene was in his bedroom. To be exact, it was on the bed in the bedroom.

  My cherry lips slightly opened, with a shocked expression, hiding behind Nie Qiuyuan's back, peeking out from behind him to secretly observe the situation on site, and also taking the opportunity to grab the hem of his clothes. I was a little close, and the warmth of his body was transmitted through the contact point of my fingers, and the fresh soap scent on his body was transmitted to my nose.

  "When did you become so girly? You don't look like yourself at all!" Lu Da Chun looked at me with a slanted eye and said disdainfully, "Ah, I forgot, you've been reborn!"

  I've gotten used to him treating me like this, so I didn't bother with him either, still looking weak and timid, which must be very moving. Unfortunately, Nie Qiuyan was standing in front of me, blocking my view.

  Although I didn't feel anything in my heart, I thought it was necessary to show a frightened expression, because this scene should be quite terrifying for ordinary people. When Han Meilan rushed in and stepped through the door, she let out a "ah" of tender cry, attracting everyone's attention.

  But I could tell she was really startled. That bird-like appearance made me go "hiss" in my heart.

  Guan Sheng's deputy hall master was lying straight on his own bed, wearing his usual clothes, with his shirt slightly disheveled. He lay on the bed in a large character shape, with a thick rope wrapped around his neck, the other end of the rope wrapped over the pillar above the canopy at the head of the bed, tied to the wooden cabinet at the head of the bed, lifting the person's head up.

  It stands to reason that tying a rope around furniture to strangle someone is unrealistic. These powerful martial artists would only need to struggle and the furniture would collapse and scatter, allowing them to break free. But the furniture in Bowl Mountain was different, all of it being very rough and heavy, making it difficult to move, and Deputy Hall Master was truly unlucky.

  It is said that the vice hall master's martial arts skills are very good, so the person who killed him must have had great strength, and his martial arts skills were at least not inferior to his. Moreover, I noticed that the location of the murder was in the bedroom, but there were almost no signs of a struggle at the scene. So, is it an acquaintance?

  Lu Da Chun lightly circled around, with a white handkerchief tucked under his arm (he actually had such awareness), carefully examining the objects at the scene. Before long, his face suddenly showed a very complex expression, and he slowly stood up, took a few slow steps, and his expression was somewhat mournful. Just as I was astonished, Lu Da Chun's fan suddenly shot out like lightning, pointing at the chest of the wooden puppet next to him, aiming at the Dahai acupoint.

  I think Lu Da Chun's martial arts skills must be exceptional, because his movements are so fast that I can barely see them, if he were to strike me, I'd definitely be done for. Martial arts, really are still more impressive in ancient times! However, Mu Gongzi didn't turn out to be as useless as me, his slender figure lightly floated, and with a beautiful posture, he dodged the attack, and counterattacked by grabbing Lu Da Chun's wrist.

  The two of them exchanged several moves back and forth, accompanied by sounds like "Hey" and "Ha". Then, they clashed palms in a melodramatic fashion, producing a loud "Bang", before each taking three steps back.

  It turns out that the fighting methods written in martial arts novels are actually real!

  Mu Gongzi frowned. Lu Daquan's left hand hooked a tassel of something and lifted it up, saying: "It was found in the seam of Vice Hall Master's pillow, Brother Zi Long, I remember, this is your waist ornament, right?"

  Mu Gongzi was taken aback and said: "This is indeed my item. However, after drinking with a few brothers last night, it disappeared, and I didn't take it to heart. What's going on here?"

  Luo Da Chun said with a sigh: "I've been getting along well with Brother Zi Long these days, but I didn't expect it to be like this. Big brother's martial arts skills are indeed exquisite, and he's really not showing off. With such high attainments in martial arts, how could he have been knocked down by our horse carriage?"

  I have changed my mind about Luo Da Chun's intelligence. By doing so, he should have at least seen that the murderer was good at martial arts. Moreover, after discovering the items on the scene, he did not alarm the enemy, but instead caught them off guard and forced Mu Gongzi to show his martial skills.

  "So you suspect me of being the murderer?" Mu Gongzi's expression turned cold, "Indeed, I don't know why my jade pendant is here either. But I was knocked down by a horse carriage that day because I was distracted thinking about something. Whether you believe it or not, I am not the murderer."

  Luo Da Chun was about to speak again, but Nie Qiuyuan took a step forward and stopped him with his hand. Nie Qiuyuan said: "Da Chun, don't be impatient, the jade pendant is here, it can't represent that the person is the murderer. There are many possibilities."

  His good-looking eyes quietly gazed at the tragic scene, and the breath emanating from his body was as calm and peaceful as autumn leaves falling to the ground, which made the surrounding people's restless, fearful, and uneasy minds involuntarily calm down with him. I felt amazed, this is a kind of aura that I have never encountered before, conquering everything with serenity in the midst of great chaos.

  I was naturally conquered too, I had long been conquered by him, but never with such an inner and outer shock as this moment.

  Because I clearly felt that he must have seen many inconsistencies in this scene. There is something that transcends time, only by being filled with patience, fingers not trembling at all, carefully peeling off the outer garment of the mist layer by layer.

  To find the only truth hidden deep inside.

  Anatomy of flowers.

  "It was probably around the third watch last night that he met his demise." Nie Qiuyuan said, "Go investigate and see if there were any others who acted suspiciously last night. Pay special attention to strangers who came into contact with Mu Gongzi at the banquet last night."

  Yes, if it were done by people on the mountain, they would have taken action long ago. The possibility is not zero, but the probability is low.

  "Big Brother Nian," Han Meilan weakly interjected, "If it were a living person, it would be terrible. The other day was the one-month anniversary of the village head's death, and Second Wife invited an entire troupe to come up the mountain and perform the village head's favorite opera. That troupe had dozens of people!"

  The author's ramblings

  Ye Tongxie is getting used to the ancient environment, slowly standing firm on her feet, so her destiny of heavenly thunder and bloody dogs should also unfold with the next small story. Although the event is small, it often takes one or two chapters to finish, so everyone can take a break and come back later. Also, writing suspenseful stories is really challenging, so there must be many bugs in the text. If anyone finds any, please let me know, and the author will be very grateful!