Talking about crime on paper

Ye Wenxiang died, amid the contented cheers of the crowd.

As the number one Caiying in Wuwang City, she died without dignity or dignity.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, at midnight, the servants of the Nightingale Pavilion continued to add charcoal for her. Unexpectedly, they shouted for a long time, and the servants exhausted their patience. When they opened the door and entered, they saw Ye Wenxiang lying naked on her back. On the quilt, she was lying on her back, her eyes wide open, and she remained motionless.

The servant thought something was wrong, so he boldly stepped forward to check, but Ye Wenxiang's body was already completely cold.

It happened that outside the door that was open at that time, a visitor from the colorful cherry room next door passed by. Looking away from a distance, seeing the fragrant scene in Ye Wenxiang's room, he thought he had stolen a treat.Unexpectedly, before he could take a closer look, the servant lying beside the bed rushed out of the door in horror, shouting——

"Life is dead!"

"Miss Wen Xiang is cold!"

"Miss Ruan Yu is going to be our top card!!!"

At dawn, the Wuwang City Family's Yeluzi Morning News published a scene of Ye Wenxiang's naked naked body lying stiffly on the red quilt, which was a sweet and cruel scene, spreading this joyful "good news" throughout the sixteen outer cities in the south.

"Hahahaha, let's say that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, Ye Wenxiang died unexpectedly!"

"Hey, Caiying is also from the Nightingale Pavilion, look at our Li Ruanyu, she is really a lucky treasure, whoever harms her will have to die suddenly on the spot!"

"That's right, Ye Wenxiang died like this... Tsk tsk tsk, she's just too coquettish to be coquettish, she deserves to be a woman who dares to cling to City Lord Murong, she'll die so coquettishly."

There was a lot of discussion in the teahouse, and in the prosperous Qing Dynasty, the people talked about it most, of course, such gossip and gossip.

Lin Xixi was not old enough to read such restricted publications, so she ran to the teahouse on Feihua Street early in the morning, waiting to hear some rumors.At this time, he was habitually hiding under the table, holding a small charcoal pencil and taking notes on the plain cuff.

From the early morning to today's three poles, he got under a dozen tables, but he didn't hear anything new after listening.Tea friends talk about it, except for the tragic death of Ye Wenxiang, most of them are still her gorgeous appearance in life--a curvy figure, a fair and plump face, and a slightly hoarse unique voice--who is Ye Wenxiang just a girl? Choi Sakura.

The word Caiying looks elegant, but it is actually a high-end kiln sister.If a woman performing arts is in an expensive flower house, she has good looks and talents, and gradually accumulates some famous patrons, and she will gain some fame over time.Such a well-known Hualou girl will be selected as Cai Ying.

Ye Wenxiang was the headliner of the Nightingale Pavilion during her lifetime, and behind her was a prostitute who was haunted by scandals and would never die in peace.

Lin Xixi had heard about what kind of place Nightingale Pavilion was, but had never seen it with her own eyes.Because at his age, he would be driven away even to buy a grade-C magazine, let alone go into the flower building to find out information.

Lin Xixi sighed, for a whole morning, even the most idle group of people who came to this shop for morning tea were all gone, and only three notes were written on the cuff of his left hand:

First, the cause of Ye Wenxiang's death is unknown, and the censor is still investigating.

Second, Ye Wenxiang died in a miserable state. If she died of murder, the murderer should hate her to the bone.

Three, and those who hate her to the bone can hit nine of them by throwing a brick casually while standing on Feihua Street.

Lin Xixi decided to change to a tea house, the one with a storyteller, the one with a tea seat costing twenty zi.

... I just don't know if the stingy boss Wang of Fantian Publishing will reimburse him for the tea money.

He took out a shriveled little purse from his pocket and counted it over and over again, but there were only less than thirty coins left in it.

With a sigh, I still have to go to the teahouse.Because he really didn't understand why Ye Wenxiang was hated by others, and if he didn't find a articulate storyteller to listen carefully, today's investigative report would have to be delayed again.Two more delays, and Lin Xixi's money for this month will be withheld by the stingy boss.

——He had to try to keep this tormenting rut until he found the bad guy with the fox eyes who had caused him to lose his banknote and end up in such a state.

It has been ten days since Lin Xixi was sent to work in the Fantian magazine. Li Dayu, who was in charge of leading him, was a senior detective, and he had to contribute articles to the magazine every day—although there were ten of his manuscripts. Nine and a half articles will be killed.And Lin Xixi is the first and only little handyman who can be used by him, so he is called the Deputy Detective.

The work content of the deputy detective is very simple. He goes out every day to visit the streets, collects news and information in and out of the city, compiles a report and sends it to the supervisor in charge of him. Publications, samples are handed over to the president for review, and the publications can only be released after the work is completed.

Li Dayu mainly contributes to "Lingque Tan", which seems to be a second-tier journal.Compared with the C-level journals that have no lower limit, the B-level journals are still clean and honest, and they publish content that is suitable for all ages.However, as its name suggests, "Lingque Tan" mainly focuses on the stories of Yingying and Yanyan, that is, those romantic stories that are neither embarrassing nor embarrassing.

Bah, for a boy who has just turned 14 and can't even enter a flower house, it's a ghost that Lin Xixi can hand in a report suitable for "Lingque Tan"!

The more Lin Xixi thought about it, the more depressed she became, and she sulked as she walked with her hands clasped.

Because his current situation under the fence is all thanks to that fox eye!

Lin Xixi is quite tall for a boy of this age, and when he stood in front of the man with fox eyes, he could look at his shoulders.If there was a fight... Lin Xixi inexplicably felt that he might win.

It's a pity that since the early morning ten days ago, when he woke up at the magazine office, he has never seen that fox eye again.

There was a lot of people on Feihua Street, and Lin Xixi walked into the expensive tea house aggressively with her fists clenched.From the small purse, [-] big boys were pulled out by force, and Lin Xixi handed over a handful of copper coins to the waiter in the teahouse with great care.

Just after lunch, there were not many tea customers in the building, and less than a quarter of the tables were sparsely seated in the hall. Lin Xixi was happy to occupy a good seat near the desk.The storyteller and his Xingmu were dozing off.

There were two gurgling sounds in his stomach, Lin Xixi pulled the porcelain plate on the table, and knocked the melon seeds and peanuts with the tea where the tea dregs could be seen, trying to fill his stomach.

He hadn't eaten a serious hot meal for several days, and it was delicious to chew these plates of damp melon seeds at this moment.

Lin Xixi secretly called Wang Badou, the boss with mustache and mung bean eyes in the magazine.The magazine does not provide food, and Wang Badou only gives him thirty coppers a day as food supplements, but for a half-grown man like Lin Xixi who can eat me to death, thirty coppers are not enough to fill his teeth of.

This Lin Xixi was eating melon seeds happily, and the teahouse was half full, and the storyteller was awake.Now that Ye Wenxiang died unexpectedly, and the death was still strange, all the teahouses and restaurants were scrambling to talk about the entanglement between Ye Wenxiang and Li Ruanyu, which would save Lin Xixi from changing teahouses.

The ups and downs of the storyteller's voice spread from the first row to the last row, and rolled back again. Two vivid images formed in Lin Xixi's heart——

As a woman in a flower house, no matter how beautiful she looks and how slender her figure is, she is still an inferior person, but Ye Wenxiang's behavior is extremely aggressive, with the word "horizontal" highlighted.If it weren't for her background, which had already been ripped apart, some people would think that she was the jewel held in the hands of some aristocratic family.

But this Miss Li Ruanyu is very different. It is said that she is a lady from a poor family. Willow, highlighting a "soft".

So everyone learned that when Ye Wenxiang repeatedly bullied the gentle and weak Li Ruanyu, Ye Wenxiang's celebrity became a little bit bad.

Lin Xixi pricked up his ears, listening to the storyteller telling stories, listening to the idlers around him adding a few sentences, and at the same time making up notes on the cuffs... I'm afraid he never worked so hard when he was studying with his master when he was a child.

After two cups of tea, Lin Xixi added two more notes after the previous three notes:

Fourth, Ye Wenxiang was hated by others, mainly because this woman was too rampant.

Five, all the girls in the Nightingale Pavilion were bullied by Ye Wenxiang in all likelihood.Among them, the one who was tortured the most was Miss Li Ruanyu, who was also the signature color cherry blossom in the Nightingale Pavilion.

"But how do others know the twists and turns in these flower buildings?" Lin Xixi was confused, and put a big question mark after the fifth article.

Lin Xixi was at the same table as a middle-aged man with a catfish beard, about 35 or [-] years old, his eyes were squinted and gleaming, "Hey, it's not the nightingale court three months ago! After the incident, Sicha went to the Nightingale Pavilion, and it was Ye Wenxiang who did it!"

Lin Xixi was even more curious about the words, and hurriedly asked the "catfish beard": "What is the Guanzhu talent show? What's going on with that, please tell me in detail?"

"Catfish Beard" saw that the person who asked the question turned out to be a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, who was staring at him with a pair of big ignorant eyes, looking eager for knowledge.This time, the storyteller happened to be taking a break, and when the story came to an end, Catfish Beard began to think about "teaching and educating people", and spittled to Lin Xixi about the scene that shocked Wuwang City three months ago big case.

"The election of the crown beads in the Nightingale Pavilion is a big event that the entire Feihua Street knows! It just so happened that I was also honored at the time, and was invited to enter the Nightingale Pavilion to watch it up close. The girl in the Nightingale Pavilion is indeed very good. Usually, those fragrant shoulders and thin waist..."

Catfish must wander off as he spoke, his squinted eyes showed obvious longing, as if he had returned to the night of the Guanzhu election.

"Okay, stop, is it suitable for you to tell other children this!" A man dressed as a scholar who came with Catfish Beard hurriedly interrupted Catfish Beard, looked Lin Xixi up and down, and mocked , "You are a child, why don't you study hard in school and inquire about the secrets of these flower houses? Where are your parents?"

Halfway through Lin Xixi's story, there were still a few big question marks hanging on his cuffs, and he was scratching his head in a hurry—the feeling of being hungry is not good—so he said perfunctorily without blinking: "Who is a child! Let's talk!" Be respectful, I turned sixteen last year!"

Lingdu is considered an adult at the age of 16, and can be in charge at the age of twenty.Lin Xixi's size is convincing, but his appearance and tone of voice still have a lingering childishness, so that others can't figure out his age.

"Hey, you old pedant, why do you care about people's age?" When the catfish was telling the story, there were tea guests from other tables around, and they were listening with gusto just like Lin Xixi. I was naturally upset when I interrupted, and explained, "Even if he is underage, he can't enter the Hualou, so why can't he hear the story?"

Someone echoed and urged the catfish whisker, "That's right, keep going!"

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