Da Song Private Investigator

It was already midnight, and a few stars peeked out through the clouds.

Qingjie was still bustling with activity, and after Lady Baihua left, the girls in other brothels also refused to show weakness at all.

But even so, not many people are willing to compose poems again. After several rounds of this, Yan Shu's poem is not inferior to Hualang, Liu Yong and others.

And after the prostitutes in Qingjie finished their performances, the notary who had already prepared began to count the number of rewards that girl got, in order to select the oiran woman tonight.

At this time, the night was deep, Hua Lang frowned, and he was very suspicious. He thought that the oiran contest tonight would not be peaceful, but now that the performances of all the girls have finished, Qingjie has not happened, which makes people worry too much Hwarang began to wonder if he was worrying too much.

Just when Hwarang was full of doubts, Wen Meng suddenly shouted: "Look, everyone, there are so many Kongming lanterns in the sky!"

Everyone searched for the sound and saw that many Kongming lanterns were indeed rising near Qingjie. Those Kongming lanterns floated higher and higher, and finally looked like stars in the sky. After the meeting here is gone, let's go and put some Kongming lanterns!"

How could Hwarang not agree to Wen Meng's little wish? Hwarang smiled and nodded: "Of course it's fine. We will not only release Kongming lanterns but also river lanterns in a while. You put your own The wish is pinned on the river lantern, and it will come true soon..." Just as Hualang said this, there was a sudden burst of noise from Qingjie, listen carefully, they are all calling the name of Lady Baihua.

It turned out that Lady Baihua had won the oiran again.

The madam of Hongxianglou was very happy, and hurriedly ran to call Lady Baihua to come out to accept the worship and congratulations of everyone.

It's just that after running away for a long time, the old bustard of Hongxianglou came back in a hurry. When she came to Hualang, she was a little out of breath and said, "Hua...Huagong, Lady Baihua's door is locked from the inside. Now, it's not right to call her, what... what's going on?"

As soon as the old bustard of Hongxianglou said that she should not call Mrs. Baihua, Hua Lang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He no longer cared about the noisy people on Qing Street, and hurriedly followed the bustard of Hongxianglou to Mrs. Baihua's room. in front of the door.

After coming to the door of Mrs. Baihua's room, Hua Lang pushed the door and found that the door was really locked from the inside, he was heartbroken and said to Yin Wucuo: "Brother Yin, please kick the door open."

After Hualang finished speaking, Yin Wucuo kicked it up, and the door slammed open, but something seemed to be bumped inside, everyone leaned in to look around, they were suddenly surprised, and saw Lady Baihua's body was very close to the door, Because of kicking the door just now, the shape of the corpse looked very distorted.

When the old bustard of Hongxianglou saw this scene, she burst into tears immediately: "Miss Baihua, you... why did you die in the room? You died, what should I do in Hongxianglou..." Hongxianglou The old bustard was crying hard, Hua Lang frowned slightly, and ordered Yin Wucuo: "Go to the government office and invite Lord Ouyang Xiu to come."

There was a murder case here, so it was natural to invite people from the government office. After Yin Wucuo nodded slightly, he hurriedly left Hongxianglou.

After Yin Wucuo left, Hualang stepped into the room very carefully. After he entered the room, he looked around the room carefully, only to find that there was only a wall on the wall facing the street in Lady Baihua's room. There is a window, but the window is closed at this time, it is obviously impossible for the murderer to escape from that place.

What's more, there are so many people on Qing Street today, if the murderer came in and out through the window, he would definitely be noticed, and since Hwarang and others are sitting on the railing of Hongxiang Building, it is even more impossible for the murderer to come in and out through the window. escaped.

In other words, this is a secret room murder case.

After Hua Lang had finished reading this, and was about to examine the body, Yan Shu rushed over with a few of his friends, presumably the news of Lady Baihua's murder had already spread throughout Qingjie.

As an official of the imperial court, Yan Shu didn't care about the punishment and prison, but now that it happened to him, he couldn't ignore it, so when he entered Lady Baihua's room, he asked quickly, "Hwarang, what... How could Lady Baihua be killed?"

Hua Lang was also quite helpless, and said: "For the time being, we can only confirm that this is a murder case in a secret room. The specifics may have to wait until I have inspected the corpse. Is Master Yan going to watch here?"

Hearing Hualang's question, Yan Shu immediately shook his head nervously: "No, no, I don't see this bloody scene, I just came to see, if Lady Baihua is killed, then we have to re-select this year's Qixi Festival." The oiran of the festival."

Hearing that Yan Shu wanted to re-determine the oiran, Hua Lang frowned, and quickly asked, "I wonder who will be the oiran this year after Lady Baihua is killed?"

Yan Shu stroked his beard in a contemplative state, and then said: "Miss Xiaoxiao from Yuanxiaolou and Miss Linlin from Fengyuelou are both very good. We all support Miss Linlin, but Xiaoxiao tonight The girl seems to have a strong aura, so the oiran may be Miss Xiaoxiao." After Yan Shu finished speaking, there was no look of disappointment, but at this time, Hua Lang noticed that Yan Shu was followed by three or four men in fine clothes. The men are all handsome, presumably they are the children of a rich family.

After Hualang nodded to express his understanding, Yan Shu was about to take people away from Hongxianglou. At this time, the bustard of Hongxianglou suddenly cried and knelt down to Yan Shu and the others, saying, "My lord, although my Lady Baihua was killed, you can The name of Huakui should still be hers, how can I give it to someone else, sir, you can't do this..."

Seeing the old bustard in Hongxianglou like this, Yan Shu seemed rather embarrassed, but at this moment, one of the people behind Yan Shu suddenly stood up and said, "But Lady Baihua has already been killed, and it's useless to give it to the oiran. Why don't you let someone else do it?" A girl benefits a lot, if you do this, that girl may be grateful to you in the future!"

The speaker had a red face and white teeth, very gentle, and what he said made sense. After hearing this, the old bustard of Hongxianglou suddenly fell to the ground and kept crying that his life was miserable. Why did Hongxianglou suddenly die? This kind of thing happened!

Yan Shu had already led the people away, the old bustard in Hongxianglou was still crying, Hua Lang frowned slightly, and it took a long time before he realized that he hadn't done an autopsy. The corpse of Lady Baihua arrives.

At this time, there could still be faint bursts of lively sounds from Qingjie. Although they knew that a murder case had occurred here, it didn't affect their desire to have fun.