"Here, brother, drink some water." The girl's soft voice with a hint of dialect sounded again.
"Well, I'm actually not thirsty either. Okay, thank you, Ah Qing." He took it, took a sip, paused and said:
"Aqing, there's no need to be busy. I'll sit down for a while and then leave. I have something to deal with and the time isn't up yet. I'll take a good look at you."
"good."
After a while, Ouyang Rong's helpless voice sounded in the room:
"There's no need to move the stove. It's not too cold. I just came on the road and my body is warm. Wait, this stove has accumulated so much dust. How long has it been placed under the bed? Is it provided with the facilities of the Zhaiyuan?
"When I was in bed at Sanhui Yuan to recuperate, I didn't find this thing. Ah Qing, how did you find it?"
"I don't know how long." Ah Qing whispered: "I saw it when I moved it in for cleaning. The old abbot sent some charcoal over the day before yesterday. I tried burning it, but it has not been used."
"You really don't have to work, I'll leave right away... Okay, you guys want to use it too, right? Then get out of the way and let me do it. This copper thing is heavy and difficult to move. You are not as big as it.
Get out of the way..."
After a lot of work, a fire was lit in the house.
Ouyang Rong patted the dust on his hands, took a long breath, took the wet towel from A Qing, wiped the gray carbon stains on his face, and then wiped his hands.
He looked around and asked:
"Is there any hard work that needs to be done? By the way, if there is anything else that is missing at home, I will bring it to you after I finish my work..."
He was chattering away, and the pretty girl in front of him tilted her head and listened quietly. She didn't mind being verbose and twisted the towel for him.
After a while, mid-sentence, Ouyang Rong found a small hand quietly reaching out from beside him and touching the hem of his clothes.
Ah Qing's fingers gently twisted the fabric material, and then silently took it back.
"What's wrong?"
Ah Qing shook his head and said nothing, as if nothing happened, and smiled shyly.
Ouyang Rong pondered for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand and asked for it:
"Bring it here."
Ah Qing shook his head.
Ouyang Rong said nothing, looked at her and curled his lips:
"You don't want to freeze to death, brother. It's autumn, and I've been waiting for your autumn clothes for a long time. You have to come to Longcheng to get it in person, right?"
He pretended to be unhappy.
Ah Qing's delicate little face with the word "Yue" tattooed on it was stunned for a moment, and then she hurriedly ran and took out a large bundle that she had prepared for a long time from the back room.
The little girl handed it to him eagerly.
I opened the bag and found three sets of densely stitched robes in black, gray and white neatly stacked inside.
Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand and touched it. It was very thick.
She couldn't help but look up at the frightened and guilty-looking little girl. She didn't know how many nights she had been busy preparing these clothes.
I heard Liu Lang say that the little girl has to go to Beitian Nursing Home to work and do odd jobs every day during the day, and when she comes back at night, she has to take care of Mother Liu...
"Well, it's not bad. I reluctantly forgive you. Don't be coy and hide it next time, you know."
Ah Qing lowered his head: "I know."
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but stretched out his hand and rubbed the little head of the delicate girl who was not a younger sister but more like a younger sister with a big hand.
Different from the cute and lively impression given by other girls of the same age, Ah Qing is shy and timid. Except for the time when she was tied up and thought she was going to die, and she left a tearful message before her death, she never spoke much, but she can't help but feel pity and love.
Being suddenly touched on the head, Ah Qing blushed and lowered his head.
A few strands of black hair were rubbed and fell to her forehead.
Ouyang Rong carefully discovered that Ah Qing's hair quality was much better.
In the past, she was considered a yellow-haired girl, that is, a child with yellow hair hanging down her temples in ancient Chinese proverbs. She always gave Ouyang Rong the feeling of being malnourished.
I don’t know now whether it’s because his health has grown or because his food conditions have improved after meeting Ouyang Rong.
Ah Qing's long hair is black, shiny, and smooth.
Ouyang Rong was quite pleased.
only……
His eyes narrowed slightly, falling on the prominent tattoo of the word "Yue" on A Qing's forehead.
Ouyang Rong touched her right thumb, rubbed the tattoo on her forehead, and muttered:
"Let's see if we can find a way to wash it away in the future. There should be such a method in the circle of Qi practitioners."
Ah Qing understood and immediately shook his head: "No."
Surprisingly disobeyed Ouyang Rong.
He was curious: "Why? You can't be in love with tattoos."
Ah Qing lowered his head, raised his little finger and traced the corners of his forehead to behind his red ears:
"My elder brother also had one before. When I see it, I think of my elder brother..."
Ouyang Rong suddenly fell silent.
The two of them, one lowered his head and the other looked out the window at the night scene, were speechless for a while.
"Brother, I tried on the clothes. It's been a year, but I don't know if the size is right."
Ah Qing took the initiative, stood up and walked over.
Ouyang Rong nodded and tried it, glancing at Shi Yi.
The most common autumn clothes in this era are actually a kind of clothes with double layers inside, also called "裣衣".
When it's cold, fill it with velvet cotton, etc. When it's warm, take out the inner filling and wear it alone.
But right now, there is no such thing as cotton.
Therefore, the internal filling and external weaving of "Shiyi" depend on their economic level and social status.
Of course Ouyang Rong is not short of clothes.
The clothes made by his junior sister, Prince Xunyang, and his aunt were all made of silk and satin, filled with velvet as precious as gold, and were very warm.
Of course, there was no velvet for her to stuff these three autumn clothes made by Ah Qing.
Ouyang Rong calmly touched it and found that it should be filled with reed catkins and grass catkins.
It is also considered standard equipment for most poor families.
Of course, for poor people, it would be great if they can have some clothes, but they don’t care about so much.
However, Ah Qing had finished making the autumn clothes but had not yet delivered them. He probably felt inferior because of his certain status.
Ouyang Rong was silent.
He tried on the trousers made by Ah Qing and found that they were fairly tight-fitting. Ouyang Rong smiled, took them off first, and put on his original thin clothes.
Ah Qing was startled, his eyes lost.
Ouyang Rong folded the clothes neatly, stuffed them into the baggage, put them away again, and said softly:
"I like the clothes very much, but I'm going out for a trip later and I'm afraid they'll get dirty, so I'll put them away first and you can keep them for me until I come back."
Ah Qing nodded vigorously: "Okay, wait for brother."
Ouyang Rong smiled.
…
"I inspected Zhao Rushi's body the day before yesterday and inspected the wounds. Zhao Rushi was struck by an extremely sharp object at high speed and his head was cut off.
"This kind of uniform wound is unheard of in this humble position, so I can only make a preliminary guess that it is a sword wound.
"Actually, if I have to describe it, in the humble impression, there is also a kind of sword that has a similar destructive head-cutting cross-section effect."
Rong Zhen walked in front and asked coldly: "What sword?"
The middle-aged female official who came from the Luoyang court said calmly: "Emperor Wen."
The girl in palace clothes in front stopped in her tracks.
The middle-aged female officer felt a cold gaze coming towards her.
It was Rong Zhen who stared straight at her.
The middle-aged female officer smiled bitterly and shook her head:
"Of course it can't be Emperor Wen. If you think about it too much, if it is a mythical thing like Emperor Wen, let alone how the tripod sword can be used to kill a small guerrilla general. If it is really the tripod sword, why is there no dazzling sword energy left?
Down?
"Currently, every cauldron sword recorded by Si Tianjian has its own distinctive sword energy, and the sword wielder cannot hide it, unless it is some unknown cauldron sword's magical power, but that's a step away.
"The cross-section of Zhao Rushi's head shows no sword energy, it is unremarkable, but it is unusually neat and uniform.
"Besides, what's the point of a dignified sword-wielding man coming to kill a low-ranking official or general? There's no point in killing a chicken with a butcher's knife. Unless the benefits are extremely great, I can't imagine that any big force would let go of the treasure they secretly cultivated to kill someone.
, extraneous problems...
"So the way to trace the weapons and techniques used by the murderers has been temporarily blocked."
"We can only start from the traces of the killer.
"Ms. Shi, please go this way. Let's go to that restaurant."
Rong Zhen was silent.
A few moments later, in the bustling city of Longcheng, there was an entrance to a restaurant.
Rong Zhen and the middle-aged female officer walked past the waiter calmly.
The waiter sang enthusiastically to the customer behind the two girls:
"welcome……"
It seems that Rong Zhen and the middle-aged female officer were not seen.
The two girls walked into the restaurant like little transparent figures.
The middle-aged female officer who was about to show her token couldn't help but look at Fang Rongzhen's back in front of her, and couldn't help but look in awe.
This ability to use the breath of others to hide one's own breath is extremely exquisite.
Everything has Qi.
And the qi watchers of the Yin and Yang family are the best at watching qi.
Any man-made activity can leave traces of Qi, more or less, and Qi practitioners are not immune.
Yin Yang family Qi practitioners are best at looking at Qi. Although they cannot erase their own aura, they can use other people's auras to amplify and hide their own.
So just now the waiter in the shop clearly saw Rong Zhen and the middle-aged woman with his naked eyes, but turned a deaf ear to them. Instead, he greeted the "very conspicuous" customer behind the two women.
Qi practitioners, Qi practitioners, practice Qi with their bodies, so it is inevitable that their Qi will be like a rainbow and their domineering Qi will leak out.
Some Qi practitioners need to be flamboyant and their aura is as dazzling as the scorching sun in the sky.
Of course, there are also some Qi practitioners who want to be low-key, reclusive and independent.
However, Qi refining methods that can conceal one's own aura are extremely rare.
In addition to the Yin Yang family's method of diverting wind and borrowing qi,
Buddhism also has some methods of hiding breath, such as the legendary closed-mouthed meditation, or some strange method of reincarnation that disperses one's own cultivation and returns to the same state. These are Buddhist secret magical powers that are not easily revealed to others.
The legendary Yue virgin is as quiet as a virgin, extremely quiet and able to store energy.
Finally, there are some magicians who are active in the East China Sea. They are like cannibalism. Although they can hide their aura to a certain extent, I heard that the female cultivator Yunmeng is the best at seeing through it, but she is not perfect.
These are exclusive to Qi practitioners with special channels.
According to rumors, there is actually a rare magical power that can hide the wind and gather energy. It can be used regardless of the Dao channel, but the conditions are harsh and requires a shocking blessing... The host needs to take the tortoise-shell longhorned beetle, one of the five ancient insects, in order to obtain it.
According to the records of Si Tianjian’s secret library,
Eating half a tortoise-shell longhorned beetle can hide the wind and Qi, and hide all Qi training skills without doing anything.
And if you take a whole tortoise-shell longhorned beetle... your body will become as transparent as a human being, leaving no trace in the world.
It's too extreme, so even if an experienced force obtains a tortoise-shell longhorned beetle by chance, they won't let their disciples eat the whole animal directly...
Without thinking any more, the middle-aged female officer bowed her head respectfully and brought the cold and cold girl to an unoccupied dining table by the window.
"Ms. Female Historian, please take a look."
The middle-aged female officer signaled.
Rong Zhen turned his head and looked at the window seat, then looked at the street outside.
There were faint red blood stains on the floor on the street, which happened to be facing the place where Zhao Ru died that day.
"Zhao Ru was passing by on the street that day. When he passed this section of the street, his head fell to the ground. No one saw the murderer's stabbing scene. It was like... he suddenly lost his head."
The middle-aged female officer spoke seriously:
"The humble official read the county government files and asked the people who passed by at the time. Except for a child's weird nonsense about seeing the moon, no one was present at the time. He didn't witness the murderer, and he didn't even see the method of killing.
Go, the clue ends here..."
Rong Zhen interrupted: "Moon?"
"Yes, there was a child playing on the street who said that he looked up and saw a blue moon in the sky, echoing the sun. Asked about other things, he didn't know anything about it.
"When you are young, even if you use some extreme techniques, it is difficult to retrace the scenes.
"My humble guess is that he may have been dazzled by looking directly into the bright sun."
Rong Zhen nodded and motioned to the experienced female Si Tianjian officer in front of him to continue.
The middle-aged female officer’s face became serious:
"The clue is broken again.
"I had no choice but to use stupid methods. According to the murder scene, I searched seven places where the murderer was most likely to have stayed. The window seat of this restaurant is one of them. It has an excellent view and is a key investigation place. Originally, it was placed
Priority position in the top three..."
After a pause, she suddenly changed the subject:
"In the past few days, I have used the method of looking back in prison to look back on the breath. According to the degree of weakness, I have extracted the breaths of the people who stayed in these seven places on the day of Zhao Rushi's death one by one, listed them as suspects, and sent out subordinates.
Cooperate with the county government and look for them one by one.
"In addition to the locals in Longcheng, suspected outsiders and low-level officials also passed through the city gates and ferry records archived by the county government, and locked them one by one, but there were no omissions.
"There has been no strange situation where the corresponding aura has been traced, but it is neither a local nor an outsider, and there is no record of entering or leaving the city. Everything went smoothly, no problems were found, and suspicions were ruled out in several places, including this window seat.
"Today, I was originally investigating the last suspect spot on the street downstairs with the help of the county magistrate. After all, the street has a large flow of people and is troublesome, but it is normal.
"Can……"
The middle-aged female officer didn't know why, but when she said this, she stopped talking and looked at the seat next to the window.
Rong Zhen nodded coldly and looked around at the seat next to the window. She then turned to look at the middle-aged female officer.
He seemed to be asking why he brought her to this seat and what was so special about it.
The middle-aged female official hesitated to speak, and finally took out a packet of red cloth from her sleeve with a solemn expression.
The red cloth on the palm was opened, and there were four or five scraps of paper inside. There were faint ink marks on the scraps of paper, but the full words could not be read clearly.
The middle-aged female official who had assisted the Dali Temple in Luoyang in investigating hundreds of cases handed Rong Zhen the red cloth bag with a complicated expression on her face:
"This is what a female officer below discovered in the crack of the floor next to this seat during her last routine inspection in the morning.
"Only one scrap of paper slipped into the crack of the floor, but later, we specially checked the garbage pile in the alley next to it and found the remaining four scraps. These should have been cleaned by the waiter in the restaurant on the day Zhao Rushi was killed. No,
Sweep it away carefully.
"Based on the assessment of the bevel angle of the cross section, I can definitely say that the one who shattered this thin paper was the same sharp weapon as the one that cut off Zhao Rushi's head. It is extremely sharp."
The middle-aged female officer shook her head and sighed:
"After going around in a big circle and working for so long, I never expected to find clues in such a simple place.
"I originally thought that this person was a master of crime who never saw the end of the crime, and many days had passed since the crime occurred, so from the beginning, he used the important method of tracing back to the Sitian Prison and peeling off the cocoon.
"But I almost ignored such a simple and ordinary clue. It's really ironic..."
Rong Zhen suddenly said: "This person is indeed a master of great wisdom and close to demons."
The middle-aged female officer nodded heavily:
"That's right. If it hadn't been for a hundred meters, this seat where he once stayed would have been ruled out of suspicion. His humble position was still kept in the dark, and he went in the wrong direction."
Rong Zhen nodded and narrowed his cold eyes:
"Looking back, there are two possibilities for almost misleading you and sneaking through.
"First, he possesses the magical power of concealing aura and cannot trace 'qi'.
"Secondly, this person is extremely familiar with the methods of our Si Tianjian. He has long been prepared to be investigated by me. He has made perfect arrangements and deceived him."
The middle-aged female officer is awe-inspiring.
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