Tang Dynasty detective

Chapter 506 The Two Monks
Li Canghai's frown not only did not relax, but tightened even more.

After thinking for a while, Li Canghai couldn't think of a reason, so he shook his head, left the painting garden, and headed towards the west garden.

After exploring A'Zhu's room for a while, Li Canghai still found nothing, so he went directly to Hongmei's room.

When he came to Hongmei's room, Li Canghai looked around and couldn't help frowning.

This is the starting point of everything. Hongmei's death is like a curse, bringing the god of death out of hell.

The perfect murder in a secret room, the inexplicable motive for the murder, and the ghostly murderer are all full of doubts.

Two days had passed since Hongmei was killed, but he was helpless about the case.

The iron chain on the door was still hanging, and the copper lock was still lying in place. Everything here was restored to the state at the time of the crime as much as possible, but how the murderer left here is still a mystery.

Li Canghai checked the room several times, but there was still no clue.

Rubbing the aching eyebrows, Li Canghai came to the desk.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the desk, as well as a stack of papers.

The ink on the inkstone had long since dried up, and a Langhao pen soaked in ink was casually placed on the table, and the rice paper on the table was covered with raindrops of ink.

Li Canghai picked up the writing brush, and suddenly felt a little strange. Unlike other writing brushes, which were neatly placed on the pen stand, this writing brush was placed obliquely on the rice paper.

The ink that looks like raindrops on the rice paper is exactly what this wolf hair spilled when it was patted on the rice paper.

On the left side of the desk, there is a stack of papers.Those were scattered poems picked up by him and Conan.

Li Canghai put down the brush, took the poems in his hands, and read them one by one.

Most of these poems describe the wind, flowers, snow, and moon. The writing is delicate and graceful, and some of them are good enough to be called good poems.

Li Canghai read each poem one by one, savoring each line carefully, hoping to find some useful clues.

In his view, any seemingly ordinary part of the murder scene is a suspicious point.

When Hongmei was killed, these poems were scattered everywhere. Whether Hongmei threw them or the murderer deliberately did them, it shows that these poems are related to the murder case.

But no matter who did it on purpose, they all have a purpose, which is to cover up something.

However, the strange thing is that he went through all the poems, but he didn't see anything.

"Strange, could it be that I overthink it?" Li Canghai flipped through the poems and said to himself.

Some of these poems are the poems of famous poets who are widely circulated, and some are poems written by Hongmei herself, and each poem has a date written on it.

Judging from the date, Hongmei seems to write a poem every day, and this pile of poems began in early August until the day before Hongmei died.

Li Canghai planned to put them in order, page by page.

The sixth day of September, the fifth day of September, the fourth day of September...

At this moment, he discovered that there was an ink-colored fingerprint on the poem written on the sixth day of September, and he thought he had found a clue.

But then, he also found ink fingerprints on the two pieces of paper on the fifth day of September and the fourth day of September.

Li Canghai suddenly felt a little strange. The fingerprints on the three pieces of paper were similar in size and position, but the ink color was slightly different.

The ink on the paper on the sixth day of September is heavier, while the ink on the paper on the fifth and fourth day of September is much lighter.

"What's going on?" Li Canghai frowned. He put the paper on the sixth day of September on the table, and then put the papers on the fifth and fourth day of September on the table. He shook his head involuntarily and said, " It seems that I really thought too much, these few papers are pressed at the bottom, they must be the fingerprints that Hongmei accidentally left before!"

Thinking of this, Li Canghai sighed, put all the poems one by one in order, and put them on the table after sorting them out.

At this moment, Yu Chengen walked in trotting all the way.

"Brother Li, you are indeed here, but it was really easy for me to find!" Yu Chengen said, wiping the sweat off his face.

"Brother Yu, I wonder why you are looking for me?" Li Canghai asked in surprise.

Yu Cheng'en said: "That's how it is. Two monks came to the Zhang family. It is said that they are eminent monks. Zhang Wenyuan is asking the two monks to chant sutras. Later, they plan to burn the bodies of Hongmei and the others."

"What? There is such a thing? Where are they now?" Li Canghai couldn't help being a little sullen. The case has not been investigated clearly, and Zhang Wenyuan is going to burn the body of the deceased. Isn't this destroying the evidence?
"It's in the open space in the backyard, and now the bodies of the three of Hongmei have been put on top of the fire." Yu Chengen said.

"Brother Yu, let's stop them in the backyard!"

Yu Chengen nodded, and immediately pushed Li Canghai towards the backyard.

The Zhang Family Courtyard is backed by Longjian Ridge, and there is an open space in the backyard.

At this time, three firewood piles were set up on the open space, and three women were lying in the firewood piles.

When Li Canghai arrived, he saw two strangely dressed monks chanting sutras around three firewood piles.

Zhang Wenyuan led a group of family members with respectful expressions, clasped their hands together, and silently recited scriptures.

The three servants held torches and stood beside the fire, quietly waiting for the time to come.

Li Canghai didn't disturb the crowd, but waited quietly on the sidelines. After the two monks finished the ceremony, Li Canghai stepped forward and said, "Member, why are you doing this?"

When Zhang Wenyuan saw Li Canghai, he couldn't help but froze for a moment. He grinned in embarrassment and said, "Don't get me wrong, it's because I don't trust the magic of the fairy, but the fairy is busy looking for the real culprit. I don't want to disturb the fairy." Chief, just taking advantage of the two eminent monks coming, let the two eminent monks save Hongmei and the others. If you are rude, please forgive me."

Li Canghai rolled his eyes, and said in a solemn tone, "Yuanwai, that's not what I'm talking about. The truth of the three murder cases has not yet been found out. Even if their bodies are going to be burned, Yuanwai should tell me." yes!"

"Don't blame the Immortal Elder. I really didn't think carefully about this matter. Originally, I planned to inform the Immortal Elder, but it was a sudden and temporary decision, so I have to inform the Immortal Elder in time." Zhang Wenyuan looked apologetic, and he sighed He said in a tone: "Hongmei, A'Zhu, Orange, they are all my most beloved women, but now something unexpected happens, the corpse can't stay for long, I have no choice but to do it!"

Li Canghai nodded, and said: "This is human nature, and I'm not blaming Yuanwai. It's just that I want to check their bodies before the fire. I wonder if Yuanwai is willing?"

Zhang Wenyuan nodded and said, "Immortal Elder, please do what you want."

Li Canghai cupped his hands at Zhang Wenyuan, then let Conan push him and walked towards the woodpile.

(End of this chapter)