Unaware of Spring (3)

  "Take down the body of the deputy hall master, don't tidy up, don't change clothes, put it in a good coffin, and first place it in the side hall." Nie Qiuyuan gave orders calmly.

  Although I completely didn't understand his intention in doing so.

  All I know is that he did this and gave me an opportunity.

  The west wing of the conference hall is a place where few people go, making it suitable for underground work. I plan to sneak in tonight and take a look at Guan Sheng's body to see if there are any clues that have been overlooked.

  But I'm just a weak and delicate woman, although I know some basic self-defense moves, but compared to the ancient people, it's basically useless now. Going alone would be dangerous.

  I definitely can't go find Nie Qiuyuan, I'd rather die than let him see me like this. The people around him also can't be found, so Luo Dachun and Han Meilan have been ruled out too. The last person to consider, I can only think of one.

  I feel extremely stupid, but I still found a moment when no one was paying attention and shouted at the air to my heart's content three times: "You! Night! Lord!"

  It's not a magic lamp, how can it possibly work?! I'm worried about my own IQ.

  But what made me faint was that at midnight, the Young Master of the Lonely Night really sat on the edge of my bed like a ghost. This is another story.

  Let's continue talking about what happened during the day. The above content should be in parentheses.

  After a busy scene, it has been about two hours now. The current situation is like this.

  The news of Guan Sheng's death was controlled within a small scope. The task of investigating the suspect fell on Han Meilan's head. I saw Nie Qiuyuan looking at her with a trusting gaze, and she blushed, taking on the task with a mix of fear and excitement, my heart felt like it had been burned by a bottle of acid.

  However, this fully demonstrates the male god's ability to know people and use them well. Because in just two hours, Han Meilan obtained a large amount of information through helping with work and chatting, without alarming anyone.

  Although I'm not convinced, I have to admit that this woman is indeed very skilled. The aura around her makes people easily let their guard down. She doesn't have much brains and won't use many tactics, but extracting information from others and leading them by the nose seems to be her instinct.

  What's even more hateful is that she did many things with a pretty sincere attitude.

  This kind of woman looks more like a heroine in a novel, right? So, I traveled through thousands of years to get here, only to become cannon fodder? How is that possible!

  But I didn't have time to think too much and soon found myself immersed in the case. I don't know if my poised demeanor is still intact when I focus. Being a lady, it turns out, requires practice, just like practicing qigong.

  Han Mei Lan's suspect was the lead singer of a theater troupe named Shen Hongyuan, a mature and beautiful woman. The troupe seemed to be performing high-class opera, and Shen Hongyuan should be considered a top performer, as she sang well and played the pipa skillfully, with some reputation near and far.

  It's quite a coincidence, because this morning there was a Buddhist ritual to be performed, and suddenly Erniang came up with the idea of having them sing a certain play, which happened to be one that my poor father liked. However, the opera troupe had never performed it before, so they rehearsed all night to avoid making mistakes.

  In order not to disturb the people in the village from sleeping, they went to a temporary residence on the mountain, the whole troupe was there except for Shen Hongyan. She wasn't feeling well and her technical level was high so she didn't need to worry, therefore the master of the troupe let her rest in his own bedroom.

  And Shen Hongyan, who came to our wine party last night and toasted us three cups of wine, that is to say, she was close to Mu Gongzi's side, and Mu Gongzi even praised her for being beautiful. Doesn't this add a few points of suspicion?

  Shen Hongyuan wore a pale purple half-sleeved shirt, tied with multiple layers of silk skirt, with pomegranate red scarf on her shoulders, embroidered with bird and insect patterns, shining brightly and beautifully. I couldn't help but drool at the sight, this outfit is even more stunning than those in "The Palace of Great Ming". It's just a pity that it's not revealing enough to be sexy. Thinking about it, I feel a bit regretful, having been here for over a month now, I still haven't had the chance to dress up like this. Always dressing up as some Jianghu girl, how can I possibly capture the heart of my male god?

  However, Shen Hongyuan was an actress, dressed in a seductive and charming manner, but her eyebrows and eyes somehow revealed a hint of detachment. Although she wore a smile on her face and seemed normal at first glance, there was something indescribable about her that didn't quite fit with her identity as an actress.

  Her eccentricity didn't necessarily make her a suspicious person. It just meant she had an alibi. But the people present couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh as they looked at this fragile suspect.

  This woman's skeleton is so slender that she doesn't look like a martial artist at all, and it's even more impossible for her to have great strength. Just take a look at the miserable state of Guan Sheng being hanged by his neck, you'll know she can't do it. Even if this matter has anything to do with her, there must be an accomplice.

  "What business does everyone have with Hong Yan?" The young lady raised her head and asked very calmly.

  She was dressed in bright and dazzling clothes, but her face was clear and beautiful, with a hint of seductiveness in her eyes. She was several years older than me, and the charm and allure of this mature woman were something that we young girls like me couldn't learn no matter how hard we tried.

  I suddenly felt a little jealous. But Nie Qiuyan didn't show any interest in her and just said calmly: "Something has happened at our place, I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a while in this room, once things are cleared up, we will naturally apologize to you." His tone was calm, but his voice was stern and authoritative, leaving no room for doubt.

  At this time, the door suddenly opened with a "creak" and Ruo Dachun brought two people in.

  These two men, one was the vice hall master of Zhongtong Hall, Zhang Dalang, and the other was a man in green clothes with a long beard, who was none other than the famous messenger relay station on Bowl Mountain, Mo Wuyan, a general under Lu Daqian, nicknamed "Bao Datou".

  The nickname "Bao Da Ting" can be known from the name given by his parents, "Mo Wang Yu", which is so inconsistent with reality. Luo Da Chun surprisingly brought two people and also brought two important pieces of intelligence.

  The first is good news, although a bit shocking. This morning, the late owner's memorial service was held, but surprisingly, many people on the mountain were able to turn their grief into strength, and most of them went out to work, so they couldn't come back for the past two days. So, the people who stayed on the mountain last night originally didn't

  Not many people live here, and the mountain pass is heavily guarded, with no outsiders coming or going. And as for those who remain at home, it's strange that almost all of them have alibis.

  There is no alibi now, and only Mu Gongzi, Shen Hongyuan, and Zhang Dalang are left. This Zhang Dalang has a bad relationship with Guan Sheng, and last night he happened to sit very close to Mu Gongzi while drinking, which is also very suspicious.

  Another piece of news is quite shocking. Because Guan Fudong's deputy hall master was not the first victim, but the third!

  This is the intelligence provided by Bao Daltin. He was doing business at the foot of the mountain and was always gathering information, which was his talent. As a result, as soon as he heard about Guan Sheng's death, he immediately reacted: "In the past month, there have been two similar cases reported in the city, both were identical strangulation cases!"

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  These two days, I received the first spray post since coding. Oh, please allow the author's little heart to thump for a while. Thinking about it calmly, does this mean that we're starting to get some attention? Someone... scolded me!

  A friend nicknamed "Tourist" said: "The author is a master of faking, all his achievements are fake! Before the article was even published, there were already many comments, recommendations, reviews and collections...". The author thought to himself, even if friends' support was exaggerated, it shouldn't be to the extent that this friend was so indignant. Besides, I've gone to such great lengths to fake it, why not make it a bit bigger? So he simply replied and didn't think about it again. However, many friends couldn't help but respond to the comment.

  So, Mr. Horse Armor has struck again! This time he has a name and it's a brand new account registered today! He said: "#$%………..#……!!" (The above is foul language that the author's system has censored) Then he said: "I'm just a tourist, you're wearing so many clothes with names on them, does that mean you're not Mr. Horse Armor? I can be certain that they're all your own disguises!"

  The author took a deep breath and was immediately shocked, with only one sentence lingering in his mind: "My god!"; Counting the dozens of pseudonyms that Tourist Gentleman gave to him, the total number of works under those names already amounts to several dozen volumes, at least tens of millions of words. This is the rhythm of Tourist Gentleman wanting to crown him as a "Great God", no, a "Giant God"! Thinking about it, since his writing has taken on a tone of heavenly thunder and bloody dogs, why have the things that happen to him also become so bloody? Is it really the will of heaven that the author's writing style is destined to be like this?!

  Although it's not very authentic, this funny scene is worth sharing with everyone to have a good laugh; otherwise, it would be a pity. In short, tourist, please don't come again, or else the author will have to delete you. Otherwise, if the author dies from laughing, who will be responsible?