Perfumer of the Republic of China

"Greedy word, it's interesting to go to the forest and go to the girl." Qin Feiran said.

"I understand what you mean, but there is no woman surnamed Lin in this temple."

Xiangrui Temple is a temple for monks, there are no female relatives, except for the pilgrims who come and go every day, the people who live here recently are only people from Liufu.

Suddenly, a monk among the crowd shouted: "I understand, Lin is a tree, and Liu is also a tree. The abbot means that the women of the Liu family killed him." After finishing speaking, he stared fiercely at Chen Guifang.

Chen Guifang was annoyed all of a sudden: "I stayed in the room the whole night last night, and all the maids waiting in the room can testify. Don't you bald donkey slander me with empty words."

"Originally everything was fine, the abbot drove you away yesterday, and something happened today, who else could it be if it wasn't you who did it?"

Chen Guifang was completely annoyed, and used the aura of that shrew to scold the street to ten percent: "You are so unreasonable, we were walking in the garden yesterday, Kefang slipped on her feet, Shi Kong helped her, and the two stood up When we parted, Shi Kong's expression was as if he had seen a ghost, why don't you doubt her, but you want to doubt me!"

"How is it possible, she is not such a person!" The monk argued, but seeing that he couldn't speak to Chen Guifang, he kept silent.

At this time, Qin Feiran suddenly bent down and picked up something from the ground.

Liu Yanhuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he became calm again.He looked at the transparent nail in Qin Feiran's palm, and felt a tightness in his chest.

"What else is wrong?" He patted Liu Yanhuan's shoulder, "You follow me."

Liu Yanhuan and Qin Feiran worked hard together, trying to lift the closed coffin boards.

But with the combined efforts of the two of them, they could only move the coffin board by one opening.

Liu Yanhuan nodded and said: "I understand, this case was handled by two people, but who is the other person?"

Qin Feiran suddenly thought of something, turned around and asked a monk: "I didn't see the figure of the abbot at the dining table yesterday, is he bigu or..."

"Oh, the abbot never eats with us, he has to chant scriptures in the clean room every day, and his meals are sent by brother Shi Huai."

Qin Feiran turned his gaze to Xie Hua in the crowd. The young mage with delicate features was chanting sutras with his head bowed at the moment, as if he didn't care about the progress of the case at all.

Qin Feiran asked: "What time did the abbot eat yesterday?"

"It's almost Haishi."

"So, after you went down the mountain?" Liu Yanhuan suddenly interrupted.

"Yes."

"Where is the bowl now?"

"Early this morning, I saw that there was no answer in the clean room, so I opened the door and entered, and saw the abbot lying in blood bubbles."

"I asked you where is the bowl?" Qin Feiran suddenly lowered his voice, staring at Shihuai sharply.

"It's been washed."

Qin Feiran stared at him for a long time, then suddenly snorted and said: "Are you really smart or are you pretending to be confused? Since the bowl is at the scene of the crime, it is evidence, and you actually sent it for laundering?"

Seeing that Shi Huai didn't speak, Qin Feiran pressed on step by step: "The first person who finds the corpse is often scared to death, but you don't seem surprised at all. It's because you are too psychologically strong, or you Is it not a surprise at all? Because you stabbed these wounds on Shi Kong's body?"

Shi Huai lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at Qin Feiran: "Mr. must have evidence before drawing conclusions, otherwise it will be slander."

Qin Feiran smiled, and turned to look at Liu Yanhuan.

Liu Yanhuan nodded, summoned the group of people to the Heavenly King Hall, and said loudly: "Everyone, I already know who the murderer is."

Immediately there was a burst of voices in the hall, and the monks whispered to each other, dubiously believing Liu Yanhuan's words.

Liu Yanhuan approached Cheng Kefang and spread his palms towards her.

On top lay a broken nail with transparent nail polish.

"Auntie, if I'm right, these nails are your usual 'Lang Dan' nail polish."

Cheng Kefang subconsciously looked at her fingertips, only to realize that the nail on her index finger had been chopped off at some point, and it hurt when she touched it.

"Why are your nails in Jingzhi's mourning hall? Aunt Lin?"

Cheng Kefang's eyes widened in shock.

"If my prediction is correct, your real name should be Lin. I found your handkerchief in the Liu Mansion that day, and it had the word Lin Fang printed on it. You probably changed your surname Cheng later."

The monk at the side asked in surprise, "Xiaofang, is it true?"

Cheng Kefang trembled all over.

Liu Yanhuan nodded and said: "I expected it to be true, my aunt knows everyone in the temple."

"Or, let me put it more clearly, you and Master Shihuai are also old acquaintances."

……

The hall was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop on the ground.

Cheng Kefang clenched the handkerchief subconsciously, looking at Shihua with her eyes for help.

"I remember my aunt once told me that when you were a child, you often had to work, cooking, cooking, and cleaning the house. When the maid invited you to Xiangrui Temple that day, I was very puzzled by your expression."

"You seemed to be extremely nervous at the time, and even dropped the handkerchief on the ground, which allowed me to see the words embroidered on the handkerchief."

"After coming to the Buddhist temple, the first time you offered incense, you found the cabinet where the incense was stored, and you seem to know the layout here. The taste of the vegetarian meal you made is exactly the same as the vegetarian meal in the temple. But these details are not enough Let me confirm your identity until I saw Canrong in the orphanage."

When the word "orphanage" was mentioned, Cheng Kefang's eyes were full of panic.

"The children in the orphanage will be sold to wealthy families when they grow up. Some will be maids, and some will be concubines..."

"Enough! Stop talking!" Cheng Kefang raised her voice.

This was the first time Liu Yanhuan saw Cheng Kefang who lost her composure. In her impression, she had always looked soft and weak, as if she was born to be indifferent to the world.

Liu Yan smiled happily, and turned her gaze to Qin Feiran: "Mr. Huai, let you talk about the rest."

Qin Feiran looked at Shi Hua who was standing aside with his eyes closed, and said in a deep voice: "Just now someone asked why Master Shi Kong was killed in the coffin, of course he would not run into the coffin by himself, but if someone fascinates him After fainting and sent to the coffin, it makes sense."

"In the meal you gave to Shi Kong last night, there must have been a drug like Mongolian sweat medicine."

"After Shi Kong was stunned, you and Mrs. Liu Wu carried the man into the coffin and then killed him. Last night, when we met on the mountain, you had licorice in your back basket. Menghan Yao, you are trying to kill Shi Kong while he is awake."

"He lost too much blood and died with more than a dozen wounds on his body, which is tantamount to the punishment of Ling Chi." Qin Feiran spoke very slowly, but it made people feel cold all over. He suddenly turned around and pointed at Cheng Kefang, "You use Buddhist beads I strangled Shi Kong's neck so that he couldn't move, but in the end, the force was too great, causing the beads to break, and it became the pile of beads we see now."