Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

Xie Haoxuan silently unsheathed the short blade, as if Jingwu would chop off his head if he took one more step forward.

Jing Wu's eyes were devoid of compassion at the moment, and even looked a little ferocious. He did not look at Xie Haoxuan, but said to the Princess of Nancheng behind him: "Princess, a thief just broke into my meditation room and stole my things. I have searched other places, and the only thing missing is this place..."

"Abbot, what you mean is that Princess Nancheng is harboring thieves?" A beautiful female voice came over. The abbot was stunned and his eyes fell on the woman in green.

There was murderous intent in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were smiling. The abbot said, "Jingwu has no such intention, but the thief's martial arts are not low. If he mixes with the noble ladies and maids, I am afraid that the princess will be harmed. By then, even if I have ten heads, it will not be enough."

"What did she steal from you?" Princess Nancheng finally spoke. She looked at the monks with empty eyes and suddenly remembered something from the past. Her palms began to sweat.

The flesh on the abbot's cheeks twitched slightly, but he suddenly lowered his head and said, "Princess, she stole my Buddhist scriptures."

"Is a Buddhist scripture worth the abbot's mobilization of so many people?"

Princess Nancheng said this but took a step back and whispered something to the maid Bizhu beside her. Bizhu's face changed drastically and she nodded immediately before disappearing into the crowd.

The abbot was about to say something when a young monk in a black monk's robe suddenly stumbled in, with big beads of sweat rolling down his face. "Oh no! Abbot! Oh no!"

"Why are you so flustered?" the abbot asked unhappily.

The young monk collapsed on the ground like a piece of mud, not knowing whether he was tired or scared: "Someone's dead!"

“Master Kufan…is dead!”

……

Kufan ​​died in an extremely strange way.

He was hung on a tree, with his hands supported by wooden sticks, in a posture of holding his hands up. In the palms of his hands lay a large piece of meat. Judging from his bloody right thigh, the meat must have come from there.

His eyes were tightly closed, the corners of his mouth were stiffly curled up, and his white monk robe was covered with traces of Fei Jian's blood.

Suddenly, a large group of crows came smelling the blood. Some of them landed in Kufan's hand, holding the piece of fresh meat in their mouths, while others landed on his shoulders and gnawed at his eyes bit by bit.

"Ahhhhh!" The timid ones covered their eyes and dared not to watch. Some were even more frightened by the bloody scene and turned pale. It took them a long time to react and they vomited repeatedly while holding onto the tree trunks.

Princess Nancheng, who was being pushed in the front, had a dark complexion, Xie Shubai was biting her lips tightly, and Xie Haoxuan had a frown on his face.

There were not too many complicated expressions on Feng Jia's face. She stepped aside slightly and observed the faces of the crowd, and finally her attention fell on Abbot Jingwu, the target of everyone's criticism. The other party had a look of surprise, as if it was unexpected.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Statue!"

"What statue?" Everyone looked at the man in confusion.

The man said, "The statue in front of our meditation room! Isn't the posture of this monk the Buddha cutting his flesh to feed the eagle?"

Cut losses to feed the hawk chart?

Everyone suddenly realized what was going on and their expressions became more and more terrified.

【Ding】

[The case is triggered again, the name of the case is: Buddha’s punishment]

[Related cases have been unlocked]

[After Zhao Qing, another victim appeared. The deceased was Kufan, a white-robed monk from Cheng'en Temple. He died in a strange posture. Was it intentional by the murderer? Or was it a punishment from the Buddha? Was he the same murderer as the one who attacked Zhao Qing? ]

[Main line: Solved the case, current progress 0%]

[Survival time: 4 days]

[The countdown begins... Please solve the case as soon as possible! ]

Damn it, just because of one more case, the time was moved forward? Feng Jia clenched his fists.

Time is running out and she has to find clues as soon as possible.

The daughter of Gong Shangqing's mansion was standing next to Feng Jia. She shouted, "Before, there was a statue of a Buddha holding a flower and smiling in Miss Zhao's room. This monk was placed in this way. Now two of the four pictures have appeared. What about the next one? Will it be us?"

"If you dare to spread rumors and mislead the people again, drag me away and pull out my tongue!" the Princess of Nancheng shouted.

Miss Gong fell silent immediately.

Feng Jia frowned. Two cases have occurred so far, both related to the four pictures. If the murderer is committing a crime, what Miss Gong said may indeed happen.

She closed her eyes slightly and began to sort out the case.

Song Huai said that Abbot Jingwu killed a man in black and dragged the body and hung it on the red elm wood in front of the white pagoda. So the man in black that Song Huai mentioned is most likely the current Kufan.

If the man in black is Kufan, then there are three suspicious points.

First, Kufan ​​is now wearing a white monk’s robe, and the black nightgown that Songhuai mentioned is missing. Could it be that Jingwu disposed of the nightgown?

Second, since someone was killed, a normal murderer should have dumped or buried the body. Why did Jingwu hang the person on the red oak wood, as if waiting for someone to find him?

Third, was Jingwu’s shock and astonishment when he saw the corpse just now a disguise to cover up himself?

This is another case full of doubts that makes it hard to figure out the situation.

"Ninth sister, what do you think? Do you think this murder and Miss Zhao's were committed by the same person?" Xie Haoxuan subconsciously leaned on Feng Jia.

Feng Jia shook her head: "But since a murder has already happened, and it happened right under the nose of the Princess of Nancheng, I think we can notify the people from the Dali Temple."

Just as she was about to speak, Meng pulled a fist next to her. Xie Shubai understood and interrupted, "Indeed, if we can ask the coroner of the Dali Temple to dissect the body, we may be able to get some clues from the monk's body!"

Everyone's attention naturally shifted from Feng Jia to Xie Shubai.

Princess Nancheng said, "From what Fourth Miss Xie said, it seems that she has some certainty about the case?"

Xie Shubai didn't take credit for it, but he wasn't shy either: "I do have some guesses, but without any substantial evidence, we'll have to wait until the coroner digs up the body before we can make a final decision!"

Everyone's eyes showed approval, and some younger girls looked extremely admiring.

Feng Jia's expression remained indifferent from beginning to end, and she did not comment on Xie Shubai's behavior of seeking credit.

As soon as the news of Xie Haoxuan spread, the current Shaoqing of Dali Temple quickly came hurriedly with a group of people.

The man was very young, only in his early twenties. He was dressed in a crimson official uniform and had a bookish air. He seemed somewhat out of place with the meticulous image of the Dali Temple officials.

Seeing him coming, the girls in the boudoirs blushed secretly.

The daughter of Gong Shangqing's mansion next to her was even more shy and half-revealed, and when she turned her head, she caught a glimpse of Feng Jia, and was surprised. She gently tugged at her sleeve and asked in confusion, "Ninth Miss, why aren't you blushing?"

It would have been fine if she didn't blush, but she even looked straight at the man with a righteous look on her face. Miss Gong was very puzzled!

Feng Jia was even more puzzled: "Why should I blush?"

"Miss Nine, don't you know who he is?"

Feng Jia really wanted to reply, who could it be? Perhaps the Shaoqing of Dali Temple. But seeing Miss Gong's hesitant look, he thought that perhaps this person had some other identity, and his expression became serious.

"Who is he?"

Miss Gong said: "He is Shi Xun!"

Shi Xun? Feng Jia racked her brains and finally shook her head. She didn't know him and frowned: "Is he famous?"

Miss Gong shook her head and sighed: "I guess you have stayed in Shicheng for too long and don't know what's going on in Beijing! He is the dream lover of the girls in Beijing! Half of the girls in Beijing are attracted to him!"

"Don't you think Shi Shaoqing is good-looking? Look at him, he is as gentle as jade, his eyes are full of spring breeze, and his every move is full of suave and romantic! Such an unparalleled handsome man, aren't you moved?"

"..."

Heartbroken?

Absolutely not.

Ever since she experienced Xie Zilin's betrayal, she now looks at men as if they were radishes and cabbages in the field, with a calm heart.

But seeing the other party so excited and looking forward to approval, Feng Jia just laughed dryly: "Not bad, not bad."

Miss Gong immediately showed an expression that said, "I don't think you have good taste." Feng Jia interrupted again, "You said that half of the women in Beijing like him, so what about the other half?"

"Of course I am pleased with your elder brother, Xie Zilin!"

"..."

After a pause, Feng Jia's eyes suddenly became very firm: "If I have to choose one, I choose Shi Shaoqing!"

Miss Gong immediately hugged Feng Jia's arms excitedly, feeling that she had found a confidant: "I declare that from now on you are my good sister, Gong Xiyin!"

It turns out her name is Gong Xiyin.

Feng Jia took her arm away somewhat uncomfortably, but Gong Xiyin immediately hugged her tightly again, and even rubbed against her arm like a kitten. Feng Jia felt a chill and immediately pulled her arm away, but Gong Xiyin rubbed against her arm again, and this went on repeatedly. Feng Jia could only accept her fate and be held by her.

On the other side, Liu Shixun, who was talking to Princess Nancheng, suddenly looked up, his eyes fell on the woman in green, but he quickly retracted his gaze and returned it to Princess Nancheng, with the smile on his lips unchanged.