As night fell, the wind became stronger and stronger, and there was a whirring sound.
The lights in the distance are shining brightly, and the light coming from them is like smoke, hitting the few white lanterns scattered in Chuifangzhuang, and the color is strangely bright.
Although it is called Zhuangzi, it is actually a palace abandoned by the previous dynasty. There are many long and wide high alleys in the palace. The wind in the alleys is particularly cold. The easternmost one leads in. On the wide flat ground, there are neatly arranged buildings.
Carrying thirty-six coffins is Yan Yunwei, who died last night.
The remaining seventeen people were all descendants of wealthy families in the capital, and their bodies had been taken back by their respective bodies. The remaining thirty-six people were temporarily placed here to be buried out of the city on another day.
Xia Zhaoyi passed by this place without stopping, and went straight to the north.
Yu Kai's body was also here. It was supposed to be taken to the Ministry of Justice or the Jingzhao Mansion Office, but Li Dongyan brought it along with Yan Yunwei's body in a rage.
There was no light in the side hall, and it was very dark. Xia Zhaoyi entered in the dark through the side door. Even after adapting to the light, he couldn't see much. The moonlight tonight was too thin.
She estimated the distance between the soles of her feet, and after walking out about five feet, she took out the fire folding piece from her sleeve.
Just when she was about to blow louder, she stopped and heard other noises in the darkness. They were very subtle and came from the front left, some distance away.
Xia Zhaoyi didn't move anymore and quietly put the Huozhezi back into his sleeve.
The other party is also in the dark, without any light.
There was a slight movement again, the sound of moving wood.
Coffin?
Xia Zhaoyi narrowed his eyes, held on to the wall beside him, and squatted down.
There was a noise for a while, but it stopped.
Xia Zhaoyi concentrated and held her breath. There was no sound in the darkness, but her intuition told her that the man was still there.
At this time, there were many footsteps outside. They were very small and light, but they were not covered up deliberately.
"It's in here, it's in here." A man whispered, his words conveying an attentive and ingratiating tone.
Someone came with a lantern, about four or five men, all dressed in Yanyun sanitary robes.
The one walking in the middle was a young man. His face illuminated by the light made Xia Zhaoyi raise his eyebrows slightly. It was Li Xiao.
As they moved, the light of the lantern also changed. Xia Zhaoyi moved carefully and rolled towards the bunker on the other side.
A man holding a lantern led the way, pointed to a coffin in the hall, and said, "That's the one."
Li Xiao nodded: "It's none of your business."
"Little Prince, I'll be waiting outside. If you need anything, just call me." The man said again.
Li Xiao said nothing and waved his hand.
The man resigned and left.
Li Xiao walked towards the coffin, raised his hand and raised the lantern in his hand so that he could see it more clearly.
The color of the coffin lid is slightly different from that of the coffin, and the lid is not stitched. There are many arrow holes on the coffin, and many splattered wood chips are still hanging on it.
"Open it?" a guard asked.
Li Xiao nodded: "Open."
The two men stepped forward and removed the coffin lid.
Li Xiao did not step forward, but looked to the other side with disgust.
A slightly polite man stepped forward and said, "Master, let me go and take a look."
"Go ahead."
The man responded, took out a small bundle from his arms, spread it out, and began to examine the body.
Xia Zhaoyi turned his back to the bunker and leaned over there. He didn't understand how he could see Li Xiao from anywhere.
The side hall fell into silence, with the only sound being made by the men picking up tools for autopsy.
Li Xiao waited a little impatiently and walked towards the other side.
The hall was extremely cold, and his breath was filled with chill. He raised his head in the light and looked around. When his eyes touched the cobwebs and dust in the corner, he suddenly smiled coldly.
Three hundred years ago, this place was said to be magnificent with its carved beams and painted buildings. Now, not only is there no one to clean it, but it has also become an inner-city charity village where coffins are placed.
"Are you okay?" Li Xiao said, not wanting to stay any longer.
"It was poisoned," the man said. "I don't know what kind of poison it was, but he suffered so much before he died that his fingernails were full of sawdust and his tongue was bitten in half."
Li Xiao looked back at the man and said nothing.
The man asked a guard to help him turn over Yu Kai's body.
The man paused, then raised his head and said again: "Master, the sawdust is in this coffin. He was probably not quite dead when he was put in it."
"According to the shopkeeper of the cloth shop, the man was already dead when he found the coffin," Li Xiao said. "The murderer watched him struggle to death?"
"It should be." the man said.
"It's strange." Li Xiao said with a smile.
Last night, this coffin caused more than fifty Yanyunwei to die on the streets. If there was a personal grudge against Li Dongyan, just kill Li Dongyan. Now it seems that the person behind the scenes has a grudge against the entire Yanyunwei.
But looking at it now, that person also has a lot of grudges against this person named Yu.
A drug dealer and Yan Yunwei, is there any connection?
In other words, who would hate these two people at the same time?
Moreover, he was a man who dared to shoot so many Yan Yunwei directly on the streets of the capital. His courage and decision-making ability were comparable to that of Li Xiao.
"Check carefully to see if there is anything else," Li Xiao became interested and said, "Check carefully, don't worry."
"Yes, Master." The man responded.
He asked the guards to help him straighten the body, then paused and said softly: "What is this?"
Another guard raised the lantern higher, and the man walked around to the other side of the coffin and lifted the body's right hand. There was a stone underneath.
The man picked up the stone with a cloth and said, "Master, there is a stone."
Li Xiao looked over and saw that it was just an ordinary stone.
"Is it poisonous?" Li Xiao asked.
"Probably not," the man said.
After saying that, the man frowned slightly and said, "Wait a minute."
He lifted Yu Kai's hand, opened the stiff fingers, carefully looked at the scars and dents in the palm, and then put the stone in.
"What's going on?" Li Xiao asked.
"It's nothing," the man replied. "Maybe it was too painful before death. I grabbed a stone in my hand, which made a lot of blood. I let go and left it in the coffin."
Li Xiao nodded and said nothing.
"But the strange thing is that the meat on the neck is not rotten." The man raised his head and looked at Li Xiao, "Usually in this situation, everyone would scratch their neck and chest, but what he grabbed was the coffin under his body. Maybe at that time
His whole body was stiff and unable to move, and any shouting at night would attract others' attention, but he died silently, and it was very possible that he could not even speak at the time."
"Then do you know how it was done? What kind of poison?" Li Xiao asked again.
"There are several possible ones. I need to go back and check the classics and check them one by one."
