Chapter 184 The fourth poem

The old man explained on the side: "Mr. Dong has been dead for a long time, and his skin was too thin. It has rotted to the point of disgrace, and only this body is left."

When Gongsun Zhuoyu came, he prepared a pair of silk gloves.He leaned over and carefully observed Dong Qianli's face, and found that the edges of the incision were very regular and the facial muscle tissue was evenly damaged. It was obvious that the assailant had excellent knife skills.

Extreme perfectionist...

Gongsun Zhuoyu continued to look down and found that Dong Qianli still had several sword marks on his body, which was the cause of his death from excessive blood loss.The sword marks are densely packed, but the deep and shallow cuts are consistent, indicating that the murderer has good martial arts skills and is good at using fast swords.

Du Lingchun stood aside, covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief. Since entering the ice room, his frown has not relaxed: "What, what did you find?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu shook his head, already aware of the difficulty of this case: "The murderer has extremely high martial arts skills. Even if he is found, I'm afraid it will be difficult to catch him."

Du Lingchun didn't think this was a big problem. When he heard this, he looked disdainful and snorted softly: "There are countless experts in the Jinglu Division, how can they still not catch a mere criminal?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu immediately smiled and felt that it made sense: "What the company said is absolutely right."

Anyway, whatever the other party says is right to him.

When Du Lingchun heard this, he lowered his eyes lightly. Although he did not speak, it was not difficult to see the satisfaction on his face.Apparently it was very helpful to him.

Gongsun Zhuoyu walked towards the second corpse. The deceased was Guo Han, the minister of household affairs. He died in the boudoir of the oiran and was cut off at the waist.Gongsun Zhuoyu lifted up the white cloth and took a look, and found that the wound on his waist was flat, and he also had the same sword marks on his body as Dong Qianli.

Gongsun Zhuoyu likes to obtain clues from crime scenes, but these two people have been dead for a while, and one died in an inn and the other died in a brothel. Apart from examining the injuries, there is no way to obtain much information.

He covered it with a white cloth and walked towards the third body again.Jingzhao Yin Chulianjiang was the one who died recently among the three, and his body was relatively well preserved.He was first killed with a sharp sword, and then hanged in the government hall.

This kind of case is the most troublesome. The murderer is highly skilled in martial arts, comes and goes without a trace, and probably has nothing to do with the deceased. Finding him is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Gongsun Zhuoyu took off his gloves and asked the old man: "These three people all received a piece of poetry before they died. Are the things still there?"

The old man said: "Of course it's still there. Please wait a moment, sir. I'll go find him."

After saying that, he staggered out of the ice room.

Gongsun Zhuoyu took the time to look at Du Lingchun and saw that his lips were turning blue, so he couldn't help but said: "Is the company cold?"

Du Lingchun is naturally cold.He was a eunuch, and his body was not as strong as that of ordinary men. After a long time, the coldness spread all over his body, and he would inevitably be unable to withstand it.Hearing this, he frowned slightly and was about to say it was okay, but his cold hand was suddenly held by someone.

"..."

Gongsun Zhuoyu lowered his head with some embarrassment, held one of Du Lingchun's hands and said, "I have been practicing martial arts for many years, and I have enough blood, so it will be fine. It is extremely cold here, please don't get cold."

He had inner strength in his body, and he covered Du Lingchun's hand with warmth in an instant.At first, he just wanted to warm his hands, but by some strange coincidence, under the cover of his sleeves and robe, he unknowingly turned into a gesture of interlocking fingers.

Du Lingchun struggled slightly for a few times, but failed to break free. A strange feeling surged in his heart for no reason.He turned his head and looked away, and couldn't help but curse in shame: Gongsun Zhuoyu, this bastard, came to touch his hand just after touching the body!

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't know Du Lingchun's psychological activities, but his ears were burning. He rubbed the Du Lingchun's long and slender fingertips under his sleeves and felt that this hand was really beautiful.

It wasn't until the old man came over with the evidence that they let go like an electric shock, as if they had done something wrong.

The old man said: "Sir, these are the poems left by the murderer."

Gongsun Zhuoyu coughed loudly, thanked him, and took it.He originally thought that the poem was written by the murderer himself, but upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was torn from an ordinary poetry book.The corners are neat and the characters are in square regular script, with mottled blood on them.

Gongsun Zhuoyu had a vague outline of this murderer in his mind.

1. Extreme perfectionist.

2. Having read poetry and books, one has outstanding literary talent and is different from the likes of traffickers and pawns.

3. There is a sense of ritual, and killing has its own set of rules and logic.

4. High in martial arts and good at using fast swords.

5. Hate the government, or hate people like the dead.He could obviously stab someone to death with one sword, but he chose the most troublesome method.

6. He is silently provoking the court, and is likely to do it again...

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought for a moment, and finally handed the paper back, keeping one piece for himself, and asked the old man: "Can you leave this piece of paper for me to study deeply?"

The old man was a little hesitant, wanting to say that the evidence could not be borrowed, but when he saw Du Si Gong looking at him pitifully, he immediately changed his mind and said, "Sir, take it."

It's just a piece of paper anyway.

Gongsun Zhuoyu smiled and cupped his hands: "Thank you very much."

The victims of serial murders must have some similarities or things in common, so they were chosen by the murderer.The top priority now is to find out what these three people have in common. However, it seems that apart from the fact that they are all officials, there is no similarity in physical characteristics.

Gongsun Zhuoyu and Du Lingchun left the Ministry of Justice. Unexpectedly, as soon as they walked out of the gate, they saw a man in blue riding a fast horse. He then reined in the reins and stopped in front of them.

The Xuanyi guards around him immediately protected Du Lingchun behind him, and drew their swords to stop him: "You are so bold, you dare to charge with your horse!"

The young man in blue was very bold. He jumped off his horse and said with a chuckle: "Everyone can walk on the road. Could it be that all the streets in the capital are under the control of your Jinglu Department, and there should be a limit to the length of your hands.""

After saying this, he seemed not to have seen Du Lingchun, and directly pushed away the Xuanyi guard in front of him and said: "I have been ordered to investigate the case, and anyone who blocks it will die."

After saying that, he went straight into the Penal Department Yamen.

The Xuanyi guards were only trying to protect Du Lingchun's safety. Seeing this, they did not stop him and sheathed their swords one after another.

Gongsun Zhuoyu looked back, thinking that since this man knew that the guard was from Jinglu Division, he was not the least bit frightened. He thought he was either rich or noble.What he said just now was that he was ordered to investigate the case. He vaguely guessed who the other party was, and asked aloud: "Is this person Tang Feishuang?"

Du Lingchun lowered his eyes lightly and said with a smile, "It's that idiot from the Tang family."

Since he has entered the capital, he expects that the Holy Emperor will summon him and Gongsun Zhuoyu tomorrow.

Tang Feishuang was a man who relied on his talent and arrogance to run rampant in Beijing, simply relying on his grandfather's power.But he has no intention of becoming an official. Tang Ge is old and may not have many prosperous days left.

The death of Tang Ge Lao was the day the Tang family collapsed.However, Tang Feishuang was frivolous and openly offended Du Lingchun, a powerful minister. The word "idiot" was an appropriate way to describe him.

The wild flowers on the roadside are luxuriant, growing to knee height.Du Lingchun picked a flower casually and said to Gongsun Zhuoyu with a hint: "Look, this flower is growing beautifully now, but when the flowering period is over, it will fall into mud and become dust, and will only be trampled by others."share."

After saying this, he threw away the flower, slowly wiped his fingertips with a handkerchief, and got into the carriage.Gongsun Zhuoyu understood the meaning of his words and wondered if Tang Feishuang was a flower. He was obviously a dog's tail grass.

The two of them took the car back to the mansion.Gongsun Zhuoyu was about to go back to his room to study the murderer's next target. Who would have thought that as soon as he and Du Lingchun walked to the door of the study, they saw Song Xitang and Leng Wuyan waiting there with pale and ugly faces, and their bodies were trembling., inexplicably pitiful.

Du Lingchun couldn't help but pause when he saw this: "Why are you two gentlemen standing here?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu nodded from behind, also expressing doubts.

Hearing this, Leng Wuyan wanted to say something excitedly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, there was a violent cough. Song Xitang quickly snatched the words away from him, with an ugly look on his face and an anxious voice, saying to Du Lingchun: "Company, something bad is going on."Got it!"

Du Lingchun frowned when he heard this, thinking something had gone wrong in the court: "What's the matter?"

Unexpectedly, Song Xitang trembled and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve: "Sir, Mr. Leng and I went to the teahouse today to discuss matters with the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette. In the middle of the discussion, someone put a piece of paper on the table., there is a poem written on it..."

Now mentioning this kind of words once made people become angry. Everyone in the capital does not know that every time the serial murderer kills a person, he will send a poem with the name of the deceased, and the person who receives the poem will be sent a poem within three days.Certain death!

Gongsun Zhuoyu was shocked when he heard this. He thought it was not such a coincidence. He was just thinking about who would be the next unlucky person, but now the lottery was drawn, and it ended up in the company's house???

Du Lingchun's expression changed slightly, and he pulled the paper over, only to see the words Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky: The Return of Ele Lake and the Beginning of Sickness" written on it:

The pillow bed in the stream hall is as cold as autumn, the clouds are broken and the water comes to collect in the evening.The red lotuses lean against each other as if they were intoxicated, and the white bird is silent and worried about itself.

The book is so loud, please take a break.Every hill and valley is also romantic.I don’t know how much my physical strength has declined, but I feel too lazy to go upstairs.

It actually happened to coincide with the names of the two of them!

...Then the question is, which one of them does the murderer want to kill?

There is no one who is not afraid of death, and Song Xitang is naturally afraid too. When he thought of the death of the three people in front of him, he became more and more nervous. He tried to comfort himself and found someone to verify: "The company... the company... I think this poem is...It’s for Mr. Leng, we need to prepare early.”

Leng Wuyan was already ill. Hearing this, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He reminded in a hoarse voice: "Your name is also on this poem, Mr. Song!" Song Xitang stammered in explanation, trying to find a glimmer of hope:"Only...only a first name, no surname."

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought for a while: "Xin Qiji seems to be from the Song Dynasty?"

Song Xitang almost cried when he heard this and almost knelt down in front of him: "Brother Zhuoyu, you have to save me!"

Gongsun Zhuoyu quickly supported him, saying that he had no clue now, but this poem was really tricky, and he couldn't just watch the two of them die.

Du Lingchun also looked bad.

Gongsun Zhuoyu frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said hesitantly: "The murderer is very skilled in martial arts. If he wants to save his life, there is only one way he can try now."

Hearing this, Song Xitang grabbed his hand and looked at him with hope: "What can I do?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Go back to your mother to change your name quickly. The sooner the better."

Song Xitang: "..."

The ancients loved to cite literary scriptures when naming. Almost all of their names were taken from poems. If they picked up a lot of them, they would be in trouble.Just call Song Goudan and Leng Cuihua. He didn't believe that the murderer could still find the poem.

The author has something to say: Song Xitang: I am Rinima.