The Delicate Lady Coroner

Huo Wei Building strode into the Yamen, Sun Zhao accompanied him with an umbrella, and asked as he walked, "Master Hou, the man has already been taken into the cell, so he will be tried now?"

The embroidered clothes brought the horse to the horse, and it was naturally much faster than the carriage. Huo Weilou nodded, "I'll review it now."

Sun Zhao ordered Wu Xiang to go first, and when Huo Wei Tower arrived at the Fuya cell, Han Qi was already kneeling in the side hall on the west side of the cell.

Huo Wei Building strode to the first place to take the seat. He came all the way through the rain, his body was wet, his ink hair was slightly wet, his robe and official boots brought a string of water stains on the ground, the hall door was wide open, and it was pouring rain. There was a thrilling sound on the bluestone floor outside, and the cold wind rushed in, making the soaked Han Qi's face blue and white.

Huo Weilou's eyes were colder than the biting cold wind. He stared at Han Qi for a moment, "Since you have confessed your guilt, you will explain how you murdered them. I hope you will listen."

After saying this, Huo Weilou looked at Han Qi's left hand, and Han Qi lowered his head, and his hands on his side were slightly clenched into fists. "I, the first person to hurt, is the girl from the Xu family in the south of the city. —"

“I can’t help writing for Lu Gongzi. It’s normal. I still copy the picture books. I sell the collections of poems and essays. Around Weiyang Lake, I have sold the singing books required by restaurants, and I have also sold the opera books on the painting boat. There are legendary scripts for the ladies of the aristocratic family, and I have also sold them. If I go to more, I will know the Lingxiao Poetry Society."

"I have no literary talent, but I can only do some ghostwriting business all day long. If I drew my own name, it would be as little as a few dozen literals, and as many as a few taels of silver, which could be replaced by Lu Wenhe’s name. Just because he had an uncle who offered wine to the Imperial College, he could sell it dozens of times more than me. I was not convinced, but for the sake of making a living, I had to do so."

Han Qi swallowed with difficulty, "The famous ladies of the Lingxiao Poetry Society, how do they know what literary talents do? The first time I saw them painting a boat swimming in the lake, I felt aggrieved. Then one day, my sister Help me to send the script, just to see someone fall into the lake. She was watching the fun, but she was treated as a maidservant to those ladies and asked her to send clothes. In order to get a few rewards, she went to the painting boat. Then, she saw how two of them were changing clothes."

Han Qi said at this point, the more obscure his voice became, "I paint mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, fish, insects, birds and beasts. A picture of a peerless beauty will definitely show off her talent. I have the appearance of a beautiful beauty in my heart, but there is only one thing missing, a cinnabar mole..."

"I used hundreds of colors to mix, but I still couldn't mix the most alive cinnabar color. Then I thought, how can I make the beauty pictures come alive? Why not use real beauty cinnabar moles? My sister mentioned it by accident and I have seen it. The cinnabar moles on the two girls, so I moved my mind."

"Miss Xu often goes to buy textbooks from a library in West Market. I happened to have some dealings with that library. Therefore, I knew what she was doing. It was a coincidence. That day was the day I sent the textbook to the library. But she happened to meet Miss Xu. She looked desperate and walked on the street without looking at the road. She was almost knocked over by a pedestrian. Seeing that there was no one next to her, I followed her up."

Although Han Qi's voice was arduous, he could say words by word. Huo Weilou asked him, "How did you kill her?"

"With a rope, I brought a total of five scripts that day, which happened to be tied with a rope. After I put down the script, the rope was still on my body. I strangled her to death with a rope, and then I used the one that I carried with me. The knife cut off the cinnabar mole on her arm. Together with the piece of flesh, I went home and used wax tanning to tan the human skin into an almost transparent sheet, which was the finest than the thinnest cotton paper in the world. The yarn is more flexible and translucent, and the cinnabar mole is a hundred times more realistic and beautiful than the blended color."

Speaking of achieving the goal, Han Qi's words were still smooth, Huo Weilou stared, "What about the paintings you made?"

They tried to kill and skin, but they didn’t find the beauty picture in Han Qi’s home. The only one was imitated Lu Wenhe’s painting. Han Qi shook his head, “After all, that picture failed. Rice paper and human skin were combined into one, but it was not proficient enough, so I burned the painting. Because it was not finished, I had to find the next goal, and this goal was almost effortless, because my sister was here. On the boat, I saw cinnabar moles on both of them."

"Ms. Feng had an affair with the son of Li Duwei's family. I learned that Mr. Li had suddenly stopped going to the Spring Wind Lou Wenhui, so I guessed that I had an appointment with Ms. Feng, so I followed Ms. Feng the next day. Sure enough, I succeeded."

The phoenix eyes that Huo Weilou listened to were slightly sinking, Han Qi said very carefully, as if he didn't evasive, he suddenly asked: "How did you kill Feng Wodan?"

Han Qi said that so far, he coughed slightly, "I, I was prepared to go and naturally strangled her. That day, she and Li Gongzi broke up, and went to Chenghuang Temple alone to ask for a visa, probably to ask for a marriage contract. But the girl didn't dare to go. She entered the temple gate and came out again. Seeing that it was not early, she wanted to take a shortcut to Weiyang Lake. I found the opportunity at that time."

Seeing him talking about the murder so calmly and indifferently, Huo Weilou Jian frowned, "What about Wei Ling?"

Han Qi's posture has stood up for a long time. At this moment, it seems that he is weak, and his back is a little rickety. "The portrait of the second lady of the Wei family is what I saw at Lu Wenhe. Lu Wenhekong is a talented person, but he used this talent to trick the lady of the family, he I can probably guess what I did to the second lady of the Wei family. When I went to his bookstore that day, I just ran into the second lady of the Wei family leaving. She was very embarrassed when she saw me appearing. I left soon, so I guessed they were only right. I did something unspeakable. When Lu Wenhe went to the ledgers to get the silver, I saw the painting covered by Lu Wenhe. The ink was not dry after the painting was finished. Lu Wenhe painted her extremely beautifully, especially the one. A cinnabar mole with a bright red chest..."

Huo Weilou asked: "When is this?"

Han Qi said: "At the end of the twelfth lunar month, before the New Year."

Huo Weilou went to see Sun Zhao. Today, Lu Wenhe was sent to the government office’s prison. Sun Zhao and Wu Xiang interrogated him carefully. They asked about everything related to Wei Ling more carefully. Sun Zhao nodded, "Lu Wenhe" By the way, his painting was painted at the end of last year."

"I didn't think about what to do at the time, but after Feng Wodan, I was not satisfied with my second painting, so I felt that I should find a third person. Although the second lady of the Wei family is a noble lady in the prefecture, she is a very good woman. It's so deceiving, especially when Lu Wenhe didn't want to have a private meeting with her after the new year. She went to Fushun Street in three days and two days, and I squatted to her without much effort."

"I didn't want to do it that day, but she went to Hanmo Painting and Calligraphy Gallery to ask about Lu Wenhe's paintings. When I thought of Lu Wenhe's paintings, most of which were written by me for him, my heart became very angry. When she left, I followed up. I took the initiative. Speak to her and tell her that I have a painting by Lu Wenhe. He didn't believe it, but I knew Lu Wenhe's painting too well. If I describe it a little bit, she believed it, but there was no rope on my body that day, so I had to pinch She died."

"After strangling her, I threw her into the Yuxi River..."

After Han Qi said this, he breathed a little tiredly, and Huo Weilou stared at him, "What kind of knife did you use for skinning?"

"It's the knife for cutting paper at home."

Huo Weilou looked at Han Qi's hand. Although his hand was hanging to his side, he could still see that it was very clean, and there was no trace of scar on his hand. "Where are the two paintings you painted behind?"

Han Qi silently said: "They all failed and burned, especially after the death of the second Miss Wei Jia, which disturbed the government and made a lot of noise. I was afraid of it. Although my painting craftsmanship is good, I am afraid that others will see it. Later, there were still some flaws, and I burned them all."

The human skin was burned and he was really clean. Huo Weilou looked at Han Qi coldly, and suddenly glanced at Ning Xiao. Ning Xiao knew, and came forward to twist his arm. Han Qi was startled and struggled subconsciously. "I've been recruited, but can't I still be tortured?"

When he was struggling, he was still leaning forward with Ning Xiao's arm cut back. Both his hands were twisted behind him. He wanted to struggle, but he was struggling improperly. Cold sweat overflowed on his forehead, and he was about to be stricken by Ning Xiao. Xiao suppressed the dislocated shoulder.

Huo Weilou said nothing, but soon, Ning Xiao let him go.

"Master Hou, he has nothing to do with his arms, and his strength is not as strong as that of a martial artist, but he is not small."

Han Qi’s painful shoulders were twisted when he heard this. When he heard this, his body became stiff. His face did not show a dazed look. He seemed to know what Ning Xiao meant, and moved his lips. He said: "My shoulders occasionally The soreness, especially the left arm, is an old problem..."

Huo Weilou's phoenix stared at him with cold eyes, "Your sister told you what you just said."

The murderer’s left arm was different, but Han Qi did not. The murderer's killing tactics were clean and neat, and the ordinary woman did not have such fierce strength, but it happened today that Han Qi's sister had beaten the bullies who bullied her.

When Huo Weilou's words settled, Han Qi's shoulders and backs trembled. No matter how steady he was, she was just a poor scholar. In front of Huo Weilou, it was not easy to say that the three people were killed. Huo Weilou's questioning wave after wave, there is always time when he has no time to take care of it.

He pursed his lips, and his voice became even lower and hoarse, "No...no, my sister is just a poor man, how can she harm people? Everything is my fault. Now I know that the murder should be paid for, so I sent her away. , I recruit, I recruit everything, Lord Hou and you adults, don't involve innocent people."

The wind and rain outside the door were not small, the rain curtain swayed with the wind, and even the steps at the door were covered with water stains. Hearing the crackling noise, Huo Weilou somehow felt uneasy in his heart, and he suddenly turned towards Ning Xiao. He waved, and when Ning Xiao approached, he instructed: "Go ahead and see if the person who sent Bo Ruoyou back to the house has come back."

Ning Xiao's complexion changed slightly, and after answering the voice, he hurried to the front hall. As soon as he left, Huo Weilou didn't say a word. He only waited for a moment before he returned before his expression changed slightly.

Ning Xiao said: "Master Hou, the people have not yet returned. It hasn't been a long time. They must also walk slowly on the road. The rain is too heavy."

Seeing Huo Weilou's sword eyebrows tightened, he said again: "The people sent are all elite, you don't have to worry."

Huo Weilou suppressed the anxiety and looked at Han Qi again, "Although you described the methods of murdering the three of you in the same way, the traces left on the corpse show that the murderer's left hand is weaker than his right hand, and he has either been injured or Is there any disability."

As he said, Huo Weilou looked at Han Qi's hand, "You have calligraphy, calligraphy and writing in your home, and you can also mount paintings, but you still have a lot of seal and jade carvings in your home. It shouldn't be you who do these."

Han Qi raised his eyes solemnly, "It's me, it's all me—"

Huo Weilou sneered, "People who use knives all the time have some scars on their hands, but your hands are just a pair of hands that hold a pen. Your sister has strength and knows how to use knives. It is not difficult for her to kill, let alone It was your sister, not you, who went to paint the boat that day. As for Wei Ling, either you copied the painting and was seen by your sister, or your sister had seen the painting."

Han Qi became a little anxious, with a cold sweat on her face. Huo Weilou stared at him for a moment, and suddenly said: "Your sister is born in poverty and has a disability, and her appearance is even more ordinary. Even if you love her very much, buy her clothes. Lip powder, but she was still not satisfied. She had a sinister and low self-esteem in her heart. Therefore, when she saw the noble ladies of the family chanting poems and making the moon, she felt envy in her heart, so she squatted and followed in the dark, and finally found a chance to kill. No wonder ask. What kind of appearance your neighbours are born with, they can't tell, just because she is a monster hidden in the dark, how can she dare to let people remember her appearance?"

Han Qi didn’t know whether it was cold or angry. Her body began to tremble. Huo Weilou said again, “You have a real talent for learning, but you have a sister like this. Now, for her to survive, you come to commit the crime for her. A person like her is not worthy of being called a human at all. You are also a student husband and indulge her so far. Why do you deserve to be a literary man?"

Han Qi's eyes were reddish, and the hands around his cuffs were also clenched into fists. He clenched his teeth, and his already pale face was completely bloodless for a while. Huo Weilou looked at him for a moment and suddenly said, "She is still there. In the city?"

Han Qi lowered his head and said nothing, Huo Weilou said again: "She killed the people, but you are the one who committed the crime. She lives in the world with peace of mind, which shows that she treats you as ruthless and righteous."

Han Qi gritted his teeth even more tightly, "It's not... a person, I really killed the person. My sister has a hard life. This matter has nothing to do with her."

Huo Weilou's eyes fell cold suddenly, "It seems that you have to suffer a bit."

Huo Weilou looked at Ning Xiao, Ning Xiao and the two embroidered clothing ambassadors stepped forward, and brought Han Qi out of the side hall one by one. Han Qi knew what he was about to endure, so he didn't shout or make trouble, just a face. For pale.

If it were placed in the past, it would give Han Qi some time to kill, but today Han Sheng has not shown a trace, either he has escaped from the capital and has gone further and further, or he has disappeared wherever he is hiding at any time. This is a case of three lives, Huo Wei Building. If it is true, there is no need to give Han Qi patience, it is necessary to ask Han Sheng's whereabouts quickly.

Sun Zhao stepped forward, "Master Hou, see that his mouth is very strict. I don't know if torture is useful?"

Huo Weilou sneered, "It's nothing more than a scholar. The hardest living and ghostwriting are the biggest grievances that he usually suffers. But he has never tasted the taste of not being able to survive, so long as he is not given a chance to commit suicide. Shisi always knows how to say it." He glanced at the hourglass in the corner, "It's just the difference between a stick of incense and an hour."

This remark made Sun Zhao feel that his back is slightly cold. At this time, another muffled thunder rumbling from the sky, the thunder was audible, and Huo Weilou's heart became more gloomy. His heart was uneasy again. Is it true that Han Sheng escaped from the city? went?

The rain was quite heavy, and Sun Zhao frowned, "Today's rain is really terrifying." Turning his head to see that Huo Wei's clothes were still wet, he couldn't help but ask: "Master Hou, do you want to go to the official residence for a while to rest? "

Huo Wei Tower would not go, he ordered an embroidered dress ambassador to go down to urge Ning Xiao to hurry up, but this time, Ning Xiao did not let him wait for a long time. After two sticks of incense, Ning Xiao held a piece in his hand. The blood-stained testimony came up, "Master Hou, halfway through the recruitment, people fainted. He said that he was just trying to get out of the city today, and he didn't dare to let Han Sheng go ahead. He went to try and was taken."

Huo Weilou squeezed the black jade finger on his finger, "Han Sheng must be near the city gate today!"

Ning Xiao nodded, and said: "He said that Han Sheng was out of sight in the past two days, and he didn't go home until late at night. He didn't know where Han Sheng had gone. He was just outside all day long, and Lu Wenhe was taken into the Hou Mansion for the first time. On that day, he successively bought back Han Qi’s earlier signed paintings from Hanmo Library. At that time, Han Sheng was very upset and said he was leaving Beijing."

"But he didn't know that Han Sheng killed people at the time, so naturally he didn't want to. Only when the embroidered clothes ambassador went to the Xu family, and the Xu family's incident broke out, Han Sheng told him the truth. I really wanted to leave the city. He was held at this time, and he didn't know where Han Sheng would go, but—"

Ning Xiao's voice sank, "But he said Han Sheng was very nervous, because Han Sheng knew that Jingzhao Mansion had come to a powerful female widow, and he said that Han Sheng had seen the widow by the river for an autopsy."

Huo Weilou suddenly sat upright, "Han Sheng has seen Bo Ruoyou?"

Ning Xiao nodded, "That’s what he said. It should be the first day of Wei Ling’s accident. Bo Yazuo followed Wu Catch and they went to the river for an autopsy. At that time, there were so many people around, and Han Sheng was probably hiding in it. ."

Wu Xiang stood at the door and immediately agreed upon hearing the words.

Huo Weilou stood up suddenly, Sun Zhao and Ning Xiao were both shocked, Ning Xiao said, "Master Hou is worried about Bo Yazuo? She must be home by this hour—"

Of course Huo Weilou knew that Bo Ruoyou had gone home, but he was very restless somehow. The Hanmo Painting and Calligraphy Gallery was in Changxingfang. Han Sheng went to the Hanmo Painting and Calligraphy Gallery several times in recent days, and Bo Ruoyou was brought back to Lu Wenhe for the first time. Hou's Mansion also visited afterwards. Especially this afternoon, Bo Ruoyou followed him to the South Gate, and at that time, Han Sheng might also be watching them nearby.

Huo Weilou did not dare to think about it further, he ordered: "Prepare the frame."

Sun Zhao couldn't help but step forward, "Where is Lord Hou going?"

"No, prepare the horse—"

Huo Wei Building said he had already strode towards the door, Sun Zhao trot quickly to get the umbrella standing beside the door, but before he opened the umbrella, Huo Wei Building had quickly stepped into the night rain, Ning Xiao ordered A few embroidered ambassadors stayed at the Yamen, and then followed with others. The stormy night trip is common for them, but now in the capital, when did Huo Wei and Wu Zhaohou go through the rain like this? ?

Sun Zhao became worried when he saw this, and hurriedly asked Wu Xiang to follow him.

When he reached the gate of the government office, Huo Wei Tower was already drenched. The embroidered clothes envoy was waiting to lead the horse before the government office. Huo Wei Tower turned on his horse, raised his whip, and rode straight towards Changxing Fang.

…

The strong wind roared, and the big raindrops crackled on the window frames, adding a bit of turbulence to the already cold night, and Bo Ruoyou was **** while thinking about the rouge that was detected, and just faded off the first piece. The outer robe, the lamp placed on the table behind her shook suddenly, her eyes drooped subconsciously, and she saw the inexplicable shadow on the ground in front of her at a glance.

"Who-"

As soon as she shouted a half-tone, a watery chill slammed close. The next moment, a thin and tough rope suddenly wrapped around her neck, and suddenly it struck Bo Ruoyou almost immediately. black.

The people behind her were clearly prepared, and strangled her neck and backed a few steps until she leaned back. The weight of the body's fall made her neck bone cut by the rope.

The intense pain caused Bo Ruoyou to lift her neck subconsciously. She fell half to the ground. She noticed the Lefa that had put her to death. Fear struck her heart, and her hands were also struggling to grasp the rope. She immediately touched a pair. With her skinny hands, the incoming person tightened the rope tightly, with her knees resting on her back, and she was instantly suppressed and unable to fight back.

Tears immediately overflowed from the corner of Bo Ruoyou's eyes. This is her boudoir. Why would anyone dare to enter her home and do evil? The technique is so fierce, and if Cheng Yunzhi and the others are not disturbed, she will really be strangled here.

She made enough effort to grab the hand behind her, but even if her nails scratched the back of the person's hand, his hand did not loosen the slightest, and her face was flushed, but she was weak and here again. Under the position that is generally favorable to the murderer, she has no room for resistance at all. She moved her legs and feet hard to kick a stool not far away to make some noise, but someone saw her thoughts and pulled the knot to pull her away. Up tables and chairs—

Bo Ruoyou was dragged, and the painful energy was half-lost. The suffocation and despair slowly pulled away his consciousness. Except for the subconscious movement of his hands and feet, he could not use any other means to save himself. But at this moment, the rope on his neck Suddenly she loosened slightly, a cold hand stroking her left back shoulder, and then pulling down her struggling loose inner robe.

This moment of looseness gave Bo Ruoyou a chance to survive. She gasped and her thoughts turned in a dull pain. The ropes under her were rough, thin and tough, familiar killing methods, and this fell on her. The hand on the left shoulder.

The eyes filled with tears suddenly widened, she knew the identity of the person!

But before she could scream out in exclamation, the rope on her neck tightened suddenly, and at the same time, she heard a hoarse voice that looked like a man and a woman.

"What an unexpected gain."

Under the shining candle, on the left back shoulder of Bo Ruoyou, white as porcelain, a bright cinnabar mole was as charming and deceptive as snow and red plum. Of course Bo Ruoyou knew what he was talking about and thought of her own investigation. The wounds that have been past are so blood and flesh, the bone-chilling chill climbed up her back like a snake...

Tears unconsciously slipped from the corners of her eyes, and the strength of her body was about to disappear. Her struggling legs and feet gradually became unable to move, and the hands struggling to reach the back of her head fell weakly. When the last trace of clarity disappeared, Bo Ruoyou's heart was exhausted. Li Qi called out a name.

Huo Wei Building...

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