Chapter 175: Is it really the reappearance of ghost figurines?
Shi Miyuan.
This man's name is almost as stinky as Qin Hui's in the annals of history.
The stench of Qin Hui lies in Yue Fei.
The stench of Shi Miyuan lies not only in Han Zhouzhou.
History cannot bear to count. Shi Miyuan rose from the Minister of Rites to the Right Prime Minister and controlled the Southern Song Dynasty for 26 years. During this period, he trampled on the corpses of many loyal ministers.
It can be said that Shi Miyuan accelerated the decline of the Southern Song Dynasty and pushed the Southern Song Dynasty to the door of destruction.
Qin Shaobai thinks that he has a relatively objective view of historical figures, but if he wants to hate anyone, except for Qin Hui, he is only as far back as history.
This man left a note with Shi Miyuan's name on it and tried his best to prevent others from knowing it. What was his intention?
Seeing Qin Shaobai's serious expression, the Sixth Prince quickly asked: "Shaobai, is there any clue in that letter?"
Qin Shaobai turned around and smiled slightly: "It's nothing, just a blank piece of paper."
Seeing that the Sixth Prince still had doubts in his mind, Qin Shaobai simply handed the letter to the Sixth Prince.
The Sixth Prince did not accept the letter. Feiyu took it, unfolded it, and nodded slightly to the Sixth Prince.
"What is the purpose of this man's pretentiousness?"
Qin Shaobai shook his head: "Your Majesty, let's see what Master Song has gained first."
Song Ci had already squatted at the scene and was investigating carefully, his brows and eyes full of surprise.
When Song Ci told everyone his conclusion, Qin Shaobai couldn't help but admire the people behind the scenes.
This pottery figurine is very lifelike, and when put on clothes, it looks just like a real person.
And the silk thread is tied to the elbow of the pottery figurine, so that the movements of the pottery figurine will be more natural.
Pull and pull, just in time to the rhythm of drumming.
However, although the drumstick is not very big, it still has a certain weight. It is absolutely impossible to take down the drumstick from a high place just by controlling the silk thread.
"Have you two been guarding outside this Yamen?"
Qin Shaobai looked at the two detectives at the gate.
The two of them lowered their heads in unison.
"What crime do you deserve for leaving your post without permission?" the Sixth Prince shouted angrily.
The two of them knelt down and said, "Because the two catchers taught you a new boxing technique today, we were greedy and ran to learn it for a while."
Qin Shaobai looked around. He didn't find Xue'er and Zi'er, and frowned slightly: "Where have the two arresters gone?"
"Sir, Miss Zi'er said she had something to do and she went out. Didn't Miss Xueer ask her to call Princess Lan Xin?"
Wang Ping reminded in a low voice.
Qin Shaobai nodded, and then asked Wang Ping: "Master, can you see any strange people today?"
Wang Ping twitched his eyebrows and seemed to be thinking very hard, but finally shook his head.
"Shaobai, how can this person do things so carefully, how can he be seen by people like them?" The Sixth Prince sighed, and then turned to look at Song Ci, "Does Master Song have any clues?"
Song Ci held the fragment in his hand and said after a long time: "Sixth Prince, do you remember that there used to be an official kiln at the foot of Phoenix Mountain, but later on the official kiln produced not ordinary ceramics, but..."
The Sixth Prince's complexion changed drastically, his lips turned white, and he was trembling involuntarily.
When his frightened gaze swept across Qin Shaobai, Qin Shaobai felt like he was being stabbed by an ice pick and couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Are you saying that this porcelain figure was made by the ghost figurines at the foot of Phoenix Mountain?"
Song Ci nodded.
"Then can you see the face of this porcelain man?"
His words were full of fear.
Song Ci shook his head.
"It has been turned into pieces. I can't tell who it was modeled after?"
"How dare he come out?" The Sixth Prince suddenly roared, his eyes turning blood red, "Okay, well done, well done."
"Your Majesty." Fei Yu stepped forward gently, "Your Majesty, Lord Song and Lord Qin will investigate this case. You'd better go back to the Prince's Mansion and take a rest first."
The Sixth Prince stared at Feiyu.
Feiyu took a step back, but still looked at him firmly.
"Okay, that's okay." The Sixth Prince said, giving Qin and Song a hard smile, and walked towards his BMW.
"Shaobai, come here, I want to talk to you about the case."
Song Ci greeted and walked straight to the lobby.
"Brother Qin."
Qin Shaobai turned around and saw Xiaolan running towards me quickly, "Brother Qin, has something happened in the yamen? Why did you let Miss Xue'er come to me in such a hurry?"
Before Qin Shaobai could answer, Xiaolan's eyes had already fallen on the broken pottery figurines.
Similarly, Xiaolan, who was originally blushing, now turned pale, and the corners of her mouth were trembling even more than that of the Sixth Prince.
"Ghost figurines? Are they ghost figurines?"
Qin Shaobai saw that Xiaolan was on the verge of falling and rushed over to help him.
"Brother Qin, you can't control this case." Xiaolan gritted her teeth, "Let's report back to the court. This case will be handled directly by the Ministry of Punishment. You, you can't control it."
The doubts in Qin Shaobai's heart were like the sky where the rain was about to come, and the darkness was getting thicker and thicker.
He found it incredible that the Sixth Prince had such a frightened expression.
Now, even Xiaolan, who he had always believed would not change his color even if Mount Tai collapsed, actually showed a look of fear that he had never seen before, and even wanted to pull him away.
Yes, escape.
Xiaolan's behavior at this time was as if a world war was about to break out, and she was trying her best to escape.
"Miss Xiaolan." Song Ci walked over, "This matter has not been decided yet. Please, Miss Xiaolan, please don't be so panicked."
Song Ci's meaning is obvious.
Along the way, everyone could see clearly that Xiaolan was almost Qin Shaobai's backbone.
If even Xiaolan panicked, then Qin Shaobai would naturally panic.
If Qin Shaobai gets too panicked, the entire Lin'an Mansion will be in chaos.
Song Ci had never led an army before, but he also knew that if the commander was in trouble when doing anything, the whole structure would be like a broken wall without support, and it would only be a matter of time before it collapsed.
"Yes, Xiaolan, he is just a clay figurine, and the trick of using silk threads to control the clay figurine is not very uncommon. This person, hiding and hiding, must also know that he has only such a small ability and is nothing to be afraid of."
Xiaolan didn't react much, but Song Ci looked at Qin Shaobai in surprise.
He and Qin Shaobai have been together for so long, and this is the first time that he has heard Qin Shaobai say something so reasonable and so heroic.
He actually rubbed his eyes to make sure that the person in front of him was indeed Qin Shaobai, and then he shouted happily: "Shaobai, you look like a prefect. Since you have such pride and confidence,
, Song Ci, I will definitely do my best to help you solve this case."
As he said that, his eyes actually dimmed: "If this case can solve the murder case of that year, it can restore the innocence of the thirty-six members of the Lu family..."
"Master Song..." Xiaolan called out urgently.
Song Ci seemed to be waking up from a dream and smiled to himself.
"Okay, Xiaolan, I asked you to come here because I want you to see if you are familiar with the mechanism used by this figurine, and if you can judge whether the person needs to operate it on the spot. If he needs to operate it on the spot, what will he do?
Where will he be hiding? Is it possible that these government agents have seen him?"
Xiaolan's eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly.
She couldn't believe that this series of rigorous questions would be asked by Qin Shaobai.
She really wanted to step forward and feel Qin Shaobai's pulse to confirm whether the person in front of her was Qin Shaobai or Zhao Bai.
"Xiaolan, Xiaolan." Seeing Xiaolan staring at him, Qin Shaobai knew that she was suspicious again, so he simply walked up to her and whispered, "Silly girl, I am your elder brother Qin. That morning...
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When Xiaolan heard this, Jun's face turned red and she quickly pushed Qin Shaobai away: "Brother Qin, I'm going to check right away."
After about a stick of incense, Xiaolan flew down from the roof.
"Brother Qin, I think that person must have a helper. That helper knows everything about the government office. Therefore, he should take advantage of everyone to leave the gate, put the figurine here, and then use a
A piece of heavenly silk was connected to the elbow of the figurine, and then manipulated."
Although it was somewhat similar to his own guess, Qin Shaobai still listened very carefully.
"That person's internal strength must be very terrifying, because only a true master can turn such a soft silkworm into an indestructible baton."
Xiaolan said, with a hint of panic in her eyes.
"That person should have been standing on the roof."
Xiaolan swallowed, looked at Qin Shaobai, and said no more.
Qin Shaobai understood what Xiaolan meant.
The man was like a confident hunter, sitting on the top of a high mountain, watching a group of panicked prey.
He should have noticed everyone's performance just now. Qin Shaobai could even imagine the contemptuous smile in his eyes.
"Miss Xiaolan." Song Ci raised a fragment in his hand, "Come and see."
Xiaolan walked over and saw that the piece Song Ci was holding was the arm of the figurine. "There is a rivet here. It is very small. It should be used to nail the silk thread to the body of the figurine."
Xiaolan stared at the rivet, her eyes straight.
She was very familiar with this rivet. It was the favorite gadget of the girls in Yuanlou to punish people.
A rivet less than an inch deep into a person's body can be completely sunk into the bone with the force of the palm, but no wound can be found. It is like a tire punctured by iron nails, slowly consuming energy, and eventually either
Going towards your own paralysis will either bring huge destructive power.
But, how does this matter have anything to do with Yuanlou?
It's obviously a masterpiece of ghost figurines, right?