The Delicate Lady Coroner

"Come on—"

With iron arms around the waist, it was unbearable to hold it, but Huo Weilou immediately called out in a deep voice!

The embroidered clothing ambassadors in front of the Yueyue Pavilion were initially disturbed by the loud noise.

Their Lord Hou, and Wu are girls, why are they... hugging?

Huo Weilou pointed to the third floor, "The beam fell for no reason and almost hurt someone. Go up and have a look."

Weird Dao Shi made the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. The beam fell off. The third floor is as high as the hug. If it hits a person, no matter how the steel and iron bones are splashed on the spot, even though it is guessed that the Huo Wei Building is for The rescuer is like this, but when a few embroidered clothes turned and left, they couldn't help but take another look.

It's so strange!

There is not even a maidservant beside his master Hou, and now he has a beautiful woman in his arms, which is unprecedented.

The sound of footsteps turned into the building, and Huo Weilou looked down into his arms again.

Bo Ruoyou stiffened on his chest, his face still horrified, and his small face lost blood, a pair of clear and shallow eyes, at this moment, revealed a bit of undecided soul, like a frightened deer, it was a beautiful and beautiful face. The face, such an expression, revealed a thrilling and chuchu look. Huo Weilou's phoenix eyes sank, "Are you scared?"

Huo Weilou's tone is not unusual, but without the deterrence and coldness of the mountain's top pressure. To Bo Ruoyou, it seemed like a gentle wind and drizzle. Her consciousness returned halfway, and she couldn't help but look down at the vermilion lacquered beam. This look was cold and sweaty. Full back.

Without Huo Weilou's rescue, she would probably have been smashed to death by smashing her skull and spine at this moment. Not only that, her breastbone and ribs would be broken, and the broken breastbone might pierce the heart directly, and it would be difficult for the gods to save.

Bo Ruoyou swallowed with lingering fear.

Huo Weilou was still holding her, as soon as her arms were loosened, her thin body shook, and she was a little untenable.

Huo Wei Building had to support her. He heard the footsteps in the building getting higher and higher, and took her back a few steps. Suddenly, if there were people upstairs, it was a deliberate murder. I'm afraid that another heavy object will fall.

When Huo Weilou retreated, Bo Ruoyou turned to his side. This was a sheltering posture. If there were any more falling objects, he would be tall and tall, with broad shoulders and broad body, which could completely block her.

The cold wind suddenly disappeared, and Bo Ruoyou was enveloped in his shadow. When he looked up again, he saw Huo Weilou's knife-sculpted outline revealing the hard and toughness of the people, which is usually scary. At this moment, , But there is a kind of calming power inexplicably.

The stiff breath was released, as if the frozen blood was flowing again in the limbs and limbs. She felt that she was still leaning on the Huo Wei Tower, and she hurriedly stepped back and stood firm, before exhaling her breath, "Thank you, Lord Hou. Help."

Huo Weilou's gaze fell mostly on the tall buildings and did not immediately answer. Soon, several figures came out from behind the railings and shouted below, "Knowing Lord Hou, there is no one upstairs. It’s decayed over time."

Huo Weilou retracted his gaze, and then looked at Bo Ruoyou.

Bo Ruoyou folded his hands in front of him, clenched extremely tightly, his head hung slightly, and a beautiful neck was exposed at the neckline. Huo Weilou saw that she was still shocked and asked, "Come here so early. what?"

Bo Ruoyou took a deep breath and raised his head. He pointed to the outside of the second floor cornice. Huo Weilou followed her gaze. As soon as she looked over, her eyes sank. Although a layer of plain snow was covered, she could still see it. There are two gray tiles missing from the edge.

In the northeast of the Hou Mansion, the Yueyue Pavilion is surrounded by flowers and forests, with white jade as the steps, and exquisitely carved. It can be seen in the spring and autumn and overlooks the entire Hou Mansion. Now in the middle of winter and the first month, almost no one comes here.

There were no damage to the cornices on the second floor, except for the two gray tiles that fell here. Huo Weilou's eyes were narrow, and he looked at the place where Bo Ruoyou stood just now, "Are you looking for those two tiles?"

After this moment, Bo Ruoyou has already decided on his own mind, "Yes, in the last month, Qingzhou Mansion has had three or four snows, every time it takes a few days. At this time, the snow does not accumulate, if you can rely on it. If you find the tiles with a layer of snow, you may know when it fell."

Bo Ruoyou sighed while looking at the falling beam. It was not easy to see the snow layer, but now that it hits like this, it must be hard to tell. She was frowning for a while, Huo Weilou watched her eyes grow deeper.

Soon, the embroidered clothes upstairs came down, and Huo Weilou pointed to the beam on the ground, "Move away, look for tiles under it."

A few embroiderers stepped forward, immediately moved the beam away, and rummaged in the snow pit. Sure enough, he found a few broken tiles. Bo Ruoyou looked at the chaotic snow pit, thinking that the timing method is no longer available. Now, he looked a little helpless. Here, Huo Weilou took a few broken tiles and looked at it, "Falling down for five or six days."

Hearing this, Bo Ruoyou immediately sought fame, and Huo Weilou saw her with doubts in his eyes, and said compassionately: "There is moss growing on the tiles. This kind of moss can survive for eight or nine days at most."

Over the years, ash accumulates between the tiles and mud, and moss grows on the ground. At this moment, most of the moss branches on the tiles are dry, which is enough to prove that it fell before 6 or 7 days. At that time, it was Zheng Wenchen who was pushed. The day downstairs.

Bo Ruoyou's eyes were slightly bright, but her brows were frowning when she glanced over the vermillion lacquer beam. She stepped forward and looked at the vermilion lacquer on the beam carefully. The vermilion lacquer was probably reapplied a year ago. But it hasn't fallen off yet, but right in the center of the beam, there is a strip of paint falling off. Bo Ruoyou raised his hand and touched it, "This beam may not be as simple as the tenon and tenon decayed for years..."

The tenon and tenon on one side of the beam is indeed a bit decayed, but the other side is intact, and seeing the paint peeling off here, thin and secluded said: "Something seems to have been worn out here, this shape, it looks like... "

"It's a rope." Huo Weilou made a sure conclusion. He raised his eyes and looked at the railing on the third floor. Feeling jumped down, so, the falling tiles also have an explanation."

Bo Ruoyou nodded in agreement. The surrounding flowers and forests were dense.

That's how it created the illusion of ghost killing.

After reading the beam, Huo Weilou turned and walked towards the main entrance. Bo Ruoyou knew that he was going upstairs, so he quickly followed. Seeing her following, Huo Weilou was noncommittal. Bo Ruoyou could not only do an autopsy, but he was also very keen in observation, which was quite useful.

On the first floor is the hall with a few famous landscape paintings. As no one has been here for a long time, the tables and stools have fallen ashes. The stairs are on the right side of the hall. She could see the back of Huo Weilou in her eyes. Inexplicably, she felt that Huo Weilou's figure became more and more stalwart, and she looked quite trusting and reassuring.

Bo Ruoyou pursed her lips. Before this morning, she had only solved the case without success. No matter how powerful and cold-blooded this Wu Zhaohou was, it had nothing to do with her. There is no chance to meet again, but she is really grateful for the rescue.

As soon as she went to the second floor, Bo Ruo quietly stopped. She snorted slightly and did not continue to go up. Instead, she went to the warm pavilion separated by the Duobao pavilion on the second floor.

The first floor is a large hall, and the second floor is like a bookstore. Duobao Pavilion cuts off the line of sight from the stairs. As soon as you go inside, you can see that there are bookshelves on both sides against the wall, and the bookshelves are full. Ancient books, book cases and piano tables are all available, under the west window, there is a couch table, and in the corner of the west window, an inconspicuous incense burner is placed on the ground.

Bo Ruoyou walked over to the incense burner.

The incense burner is made of bronze, small and exquisite. Bo Ruoyou picked it up and looked at it. He sniffed slightly, revealing such an expression as expected, and then looked around. Soon, she took the incense burner and walked to the south of Duobao Pavilion. The censer was placed in one of the empty grids.

There was also ashes in the grid, but there were just three places where the ashes fell lighter. The censer was put on and it just closed with the foot of the furnace.

Huo Weilou walked slowly, and Bo Ruoyou held the incense burner and said, "Master Hou, the incense is here. The murderer lit the incense with the incense burner and put it in the corner. After Zheng Erye came here, it is very likely. I was stunned without noticing it."

Bo Ruoyou put down the incense burner and went to look at the stairs from the second floor to the third floor. "There are strips of bruises and scrapes on the corpse. I thought they were left when dragging him to the third floor. Although Zheng Erye was Adult men, but not tall, ordinary people can drag him casually."

Zheng Wenchen is less than six feet tall and thin, no more than a hundred kilos at most.

There are many furniture and decorations here, but they are all neat and tidy, and none of them fell to the ground. It shows that there has never been a fight. Why did Zheng Wenchen come here? And he was stunned before he saw the murderer? Or have you had a face-to-face encounter with the murderer?

There were many questions in Bo Ruoyou's heart, and Zheng Wenchen had been dead for seven days. He couldn't check here for the first time. A lot of evidence may have disappeared. As she was thinking, Huo Wei Building had gone to the third floor, and she hurriedly followed.

When I went upstairs, I saw that the three-story hall was extremely small, surrounded by windows, and only a portrait of Lao An Qinghou was hung in the north direction. Along the way, the dust on the road was as Bo Ruoyou had inferred, and there were people on the ground. After dragging the trace, Bo Ruoyou came out of the small open door and onto the terrace where Zheng Wenchen fell.

There is a wide view here. Whether it is the place where the old lady’s spirit stays or the yard she lived in last night, it can be seen at a glance. The only drawback is that the eaves are a little low. Although there is moonlight that night, it is not difficult to imagine that the murderer is hiding. Behind Zheng Wenchen, it was difficult for the people below to see his face.

Drag the person up, then pick it up and lean against the fence, and when someone comes down, he pushes Zheng Wenchen down, and then goes back...

Bo Ruoyou walked around thinking about it, and at a glance he saw Huo Weilou standing under the eaves where the beam had fallen.

Although the beam is heavy, there are two sides of the mortise and tenon joints supporting each other. Even if one side of the tenon joint is decayed and broken, the other side can bear the load, but someone puts a rope on the beam up and down, and the weight of the person is completely broken. For another reason, just by coincidence, the beam fell off just now. Even though a cup of tea has passed, Bo Ruoyou still feels a chill on his back.

Bo Ruoyou was about to step forward, but Huo Weilou turned his head and said, "Stand there."

When Bo Ruo stopped quietly, he saw Huo Wei Building and the embroiderer beside him instructed, "Go and talk to Zheng Wenyan. It is best to repair and check the entire third floor. The tenon and tenon joints around these areas are a little loose. I'm afraid of accidents."

The embroiderer responded, and Huo Weilou turned and walked and said, "Go down."

Bo Ruoyou followed him downstairs. After Huo Wei Building, she unconsciously began to look at him. Although she didn’t know how old Huo Wei Building was, everyone knew that he was appointed as a Marquis at the age of eighteen. It has been spread for four or five years, so when counted, it is now only twenty and three, but Huo Weilou gives people the impression that it is a formidable city mansion. The old man is very respectful, as if she has passed away. When we first saw her, she called her. "Young girl".

And he was habitually stern, as if his heart was always weighing down on heavy and unpleasant things.

Bo Ruoyou sighed. He was under one person and more than 10,000 people. He was also a heavy burden, and even a dangerous building hundreds of feet, lonely and cold.

As soon as I left the building, I saw Father Fu and He Cheng waiting outside.

He Cheng saw that Wu Zhaohou had come to take care of the job so early, and his heart was very frightened, "Master Hou came to investigate the scene so early, it really made the officials ashamed, and Master Hou was sitting..."

"This Hou is not the earliest." Huo Weilou interrupted He Cheng's compliment and went straight to the west.

At this time, He Cheng saw Bo Ruoyou behind him, "Xiaobo, you..."

Bo Ruoyou blinked, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, "My lord, early." As he said that, seeing Huo Weilou left again, he couldn't help asking, "Where is Lord Hou going?"

Where did He Cheng know that Father Fu smiled and said, "I went to the Buddhist hall. Isn't Miss Bo follow up with Master He?"

He Cheng heard the words and quickly followed. Bo Ruoyou blessed Father Fu and followed him. Father Fu was about to leave, but an embroiderer suddenly stepped forward and said something in Father Fu's ear.

When Father Fu heard this, his eyes widened, and he said with joy, "My God, our Houye Iron Tree has bloomed?!"

The embroiderer added another sentence, and Father Fu frowned, "I said...how is it possible... his old iron tree doesn't know when it will bloom!"

The temple is located to the west of the Hou Mansion. Although it is remote, it is very quiet. As soon as the old Tieshu Huowei Building stepped into the temple, he had not felt half of the Zen, and first realized the self-suffering feeling of this temple.

The huge Buddhist hall is a separate courtyard, but the main hall of the Buddhist hall is very empty. On the left is a book case for copying scriptures, and on the right is a low couch. Only the Buddhist niche in the center is simple and exquisitely carved, and it houses the three Western saints, all of which are precious and solemn.

When Bo Ruoyou and He Cheng walked in, they were surprised that most of the Houmen family had temples dedicated to the Buddha, and they were elegantly and quietly arranged. They were either hung with eminent monks' calligraphy or draperies, and they had to prepare scriptures. Ming's place is not only self-cultivation, but also enjoyable, but the temple here is really a bit miserable. He Cheng can't imagine that the old lady who is over 50 years old would often worship the Buddha here all night.

The Buddha hall was empty, and there was nothing to be seen. Bo Ruoyou walked towards the altar. She looked at the incense burner in front of the altar and raised her hand to squeeze the incense ash. At this moment, an angry shout suddenly sounded.

"Stop it, stop it, this is an offering, how can you move it casually?" Zheng Wenyan hurried to the temple, saw Bo Ruoyou moving the incense burner at first glance, and stopped drinking.

He was so emotional that Huo Weilou and He Chengdu looked over. Zheng Wenyan's face was slightly narrowed, and he said, "Hey, Lord Hou, the three western saints enshrined by my mother were invited from the Xiangguo Temple in the capital, with the blessings of eminent monks, in the middle. Under the seat of the Buddha of immeasurable life, there is a relic left by the eminent monk when he passed away. It is really precious and precious!"

He finished talking anxiously, but Bo Ruoyou found something shocked. She was certain, and finally turned around and said, "Master Hou, there is a mandala in the incense ash."

Huo Weilou frowned, and it was a mandala again?