Warm fragrance cloud around

Next, Lin Junnuan carefully inspected the corpse from head to toe, and his attitude can be said to be quite upright and serious. Lu Pengzhi, who was watching from a distance, couldn't help but respect: "Little brother, don't you think that the corpse Is it scary?"

Lin Junnuan looked upright, and said righteously: "The corpse is not terrible, the murderer who is at large is terrible."

God knows that the palms of her curled up hands are almost bloody from being pierced by her own nails.

Regrettably, there were no other new discoveries after that, Lin Junnuan looked more and more seriously, and even wanted to take off the clothes of the deceased to look at it again, but was stopped by Cheng Jiangyun.

"Come here today, don't forget, you are also one of the suspects, and you can't be in contact with the corpse for too long."

Lin Junnuan suddenly felt a little aggrieved. She had to bear the discomfort of being in contact with the dead body. After working so hard for a long time, she wanted to find more clues and locate the murderer as soon as possible. This cold-faced young lady was still suspicious. She really bit Lu Dongbin like a dog, and didn't know a good heart!

But she had been highly concentrated for more than an hour, and she really couldn't hold it anymore, and she didn't bother to talk nonsense anymore. She shook her sleeves, pursed her mouth and walked out, but she was stopped again unexpectedly.

"I don't know what else is going on with Cheng Shaoqing?!" Even though Lin Junnuan has always had a big temper, he was a little angry at the moment, and his tone was quite impatient, but Cheng Jiangyun seemed to be unaware, and took the water basin brought by the servant outside the door, With a calm expression, he said: "Wash up before going out, don't smoke people."

"..." Only the white eyes can reflect Lin Junnuan's mood at this time. She leaned over angrily, and threw her hands into the water in a fit of anger, splashing water on the face of Cheng Jiangyun who was carrying the basin. She didn't wrinkle, which made Lin Junnuan feel bored.

Surprisingly, the water in the basin was still warm, and a trace of warmth penetrated into the palm of her hand, which was about to be scratched by herself, and slightly drove away the coldness that had just been in contact with the corpse for a long time. Careful, much smarter than this cold-faced Shaoqing, Lin Junnuan subconsciously gave Cheng Jiangyun a sideways glance.

"After washing, can we go?"

Without waiting for the other party's response, she flicked the water on her hand and walked out. This time, no one stopped her, and Jiang Jiang walked to the door. Cheng Jiangyun's hoarse voice came from behind.

"Let's go have dinner together. I'm treating you. How about dumplings stuffed with fennel?"

"vomit!"

"vomit!"

With the same voice, Lu Pengzhi, who was leisurely watching the play, almost vomited.

Lin Junnuan suddenly had an ominous premonition that if she stayed with this Cheng Shaoqing for a few more days, she might commit the crime of rampage and murder.

***

However, Cheng Shaoqing's reason was too open and aboveboard, and his expression was too natural. Although Lin and Lu were secretly unwilling, they could only follow him to find a dumpling restaurant on the street.

"The deceased had eaten dumplings before he was alive. If he can find that dumpling restaurant, he may be able to find new clues, which will help clear your suspicions."

The three of them went to Hua Niang's house together, and started looking for dumpling restaurants in the streets and alleys.

Hua Niang lives in a slightly remote dark alley, and the surrounding houses are mostly low and simple, and the people who live there are all from poor families. Occasionally, she can meet a sallow and emaciated child in tattered clothes looking eagerly at passers-by. Just watching, not daring to approach the "noble man" to beg.

Lu Pengzhi was kind-hearted, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He took out a few pieces of silver to distribute to the children on the side of the road, but Lin Junnuan hurriedly stopped him.

"If you give them money now, there will only be two results. Believe me, neither will be what you want to see."

Lu Pengzhi looked blank: "Which two results?"

"The first one." Lin Junnuan motioned Lu Pengzhi to look at the houses on both sides of the path with his eyes, "See, there are still many people waiting in the house. Once you give the children money, they will swarm over and surround you." With you begging and praying, dozens of people, will you give it or not?"

"The second type." Lin Junnuan lightly brushed Lu Pengzhi's skirt, "You are dressed gorgeously, so you must be a person of high status, so they may not directly provoke you, but those who get your money It's different with kids, do you think they'll be able to keep their money?"

It is more likely that these children are actually just "bait" that the adults put outside. Lin Junnuan glanced at the little boy playing in the mud by the side of the road with a gloomy expression. Various bruises, obviously suffered more than one severe beating.

But what can she do? She is just a pedestrian passing by by chance, and has never been able to do anything about the fate of others. Instead of giving half-hearted so-called "goodwill" and bringing more unknown crises to his life, it is better to just ignore it. Don't ask well.

Lu Pengzhi was stunned by Lin Junnuan's words. He clutched the money in his hand and didn't know what to do. He subconsciously looked at Cheng Jiangyun for help. Cheng Jiangyun nodded with his mouth pursed: "Listen to him, let's go."

Although the streets and alleys are dilapidated, there are not many people living there. There are four or five noodle shops, large and small, among which there is only one that sells dumplings stuffed with fennel, Lao Li Dumpling Restaurant at the end of the alley.

The dumpling restaurant is not big, it will be enough to set up eight square tables for four people. It is not time for meal yet, and there are not many people in the dumpling restaurant, only two or three diners are sparsely seated.

As soon as the three of them stepped into the dumpling restaurant, the boss greeted them with trepidation. Cheng Jiangyun didn't wait for him to say hello, and unfolded the portrait of Hua Niang brought out from Dali Temple: "I wonder if the boss has seen this woman before?"

Perhaps the owner's eyes are not very good, and almost the whole face has to be pasted with a portrait. After carefully looking at it for a while, he suddenly clapped his hands and said: "Oh, isn't this Hua Niang, hey, she is also a poor person."

The boss obviously knew about Hua Niang's murder, and sighed repeatedly. After learning the purpose of the three people's visit, he hurriedly wiped the chairs with a rag hanging on his shoulders before calling them to sit down.

"Hua Niang did come to the shop that night. Yes, she ate a big bowl of fennel-stuffed dumplings. It's just the beginning of spring, so I just want to eat some umami."

"Yes, Hua Niang likes dumplings very much. She is a regular customer of our store and comes here almost every day."

"Credit account? No, no, I used to keep accounts when money was tight. A few days ago, Hua Niang made some money and canceled all previous accounts. It's easy to pay."

"Where did you get the money? Then I don't know, and we didn't dare to ask, Hua Niang has a big temper."

"However, Hua Niang came very late that night, and the shop was about to close. She seemed very happy. She didn't lose her temper when the dumplings were overcooked. She even ordered wine. Yes, she said she wanted to Celebrate, a long-awaited wish has finally come true."

"What wish? This little one doesn't know either. She also said that she would bring it to the big guys the next day, but who would have thought that the next day... oh, what a poor person!"

Although Hua Niang is a frequent visitor of Lao Li’s Dumpling Restaurant, the owner, Lao Li, doesn’t seem to know much about her. Most of the statements about Hua Niang’s life experience are consistent with those of the neighbors in the neighborhood. Jing Zhaoyin and Dali Temple have already shared this information before. Got it.

However, Lao Li also provided two new doubts. Hua Niang suddenly became rich a few days ago. Where did the money come from?The night before Huaniang died, she said her wish had been fulfilled. What was the wish?Lin Junnuan was thinking silently in his heart, and inadvertently looked at Cheng Jiangyun beside him, who also had a thoughtful expression.

"Boss, have you ever heard Hua Niang mention the master, or the scholar?" Cheng Jiangyun asked suddenly.

Lao Li thought for a while with a bitter face, and finally shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."

The origin of the scent of ink in Huaniang's hand is still unknown, and seeing Lao Li, he couldn't think of other clues, and diners gradually began to patronize the dumpling restaurant. Cheng Jiangyun didn't continue to ask, so he asked him to entertain the guests, and turned his head to see Xiang Lin and Lv said, "That's the end of the question, do you still eat dumplings?"

"No, no, no." Lu Pengzhi repeatedly shook his head and refused. Lin Junnuan simply didn't bother to talk to him, and got up and walked out. Lu Pengzhi, who had reacted, quickly followed.

Cheng Jiangyun pursed his lips and smiled, took a small piece of broken silver and put it on the table, and then left.

Because of the uncomfortable experience in the morgue, the three of them did not go to the restaurant to eat fish and meat delicacies, but directly found a clean small noodle restaurant, and ordered steamed buns and plain noodles to eat.

"What do you think?"

Lin Junnuan casually tore off the white flour steamed buns in his hand, Cheng Jiangyun suddenly looked at her and asked, she almost subconsciously said "I'm not Yuanfang, you don't care what I think", in order to avoid the next series of questions, or I endured it.

"Where did Hua Niang get her money from? This question is very important. Ask the street gangsters who often hang out with her, maybe there will be clues."

Cheng Jiangyun swallowed a small mouthful of noodles and nodded in agreement.

Lin Junnuan asked curiously, "Didn't you say this is a serial murder case, what about the other dead?"

Cheng Jiangyun looked at her meaningfully: "Why, I haven't seen enough of one corpse, how many more do you want to see?"

"puff!"

Lu Pengzhi, who was sitting next to him eating steamed buns, spewed out all in one breath, pointed at the two with trembling right hand, and was almost speechless.

Lin Junnuan suppressed the nausea in her throat, and pressed Cheng Jiangyun's chopsticks: "Who wants to see the corpse? I'm asking about the background of the deceased, who was his name, and where did he come from."

Cheng Jiangyun put down the bamboo chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "The corpses have been buried in the ground for safety, even if you want to see it, you can't see it."

"The case files are all in Dali Temple, so it's okay for you to have a look, but Mr. Lin must first report his background, how old is he, where does he live, and whether he has a name?"

"Uh," Lin Junnuan's eyes flashed uncomfortably, and he said with a flattering smile, "Everyone is so familiar, it's too natural to ask these things, but since Cheng Shaoqing asked, of course I know everything, and I can't say enough. .

"My Xia Lin Jun is eighteen years old and has no name yet. His hometown is originally in Yangzhou Prefecture. He was ordered by his father to go to Beijing to study alone. He currently lives in Zhilan Lane, Dongshi."