Placid Chang'an

Song Jiancheng was taken aback for a moment, and he didn't come back to himself until he saw Su Cen striding out of the front office, and immediately jumped up: "You are bold! It's time to go to the office, where are you going?!"

Su Cen ignored it, and went straight out of Dali Temple. After thinking for a while, he headed towards Guiyifang.

Wu Deshui was the gatekeeper who was on duty at the gate of Dongshi on the night of the Luliang case. Luliang died in Dongshi early the next morning, but Wu Deshui disappeared, leaving only the key on the table in the courtyard.

Su Cen can basically conclude that the person who brought Luliang into the East City has something to do with Wu Deshui.

This is also the only clue left in his hand.

The layout of Chang'an City is regular, with [-] symmetrical squares. The imperial city, Miyagi, faces south from the north. Most of them are high-ranking officials and nobles, and the conditions get worse the further south you go. When you arrive at Guiyifang in the southwest corner, it is basically a refugee area.

The south and north of Chang'an City are like two extremes, the bright side is as bright as it is, and the dark side is as dilapidated.

Su Cen's walking was difficult. The road to Guiyifang was narrow and rugged. It just rained yesterday, and the mud was mixed with an indescribable sour smell that made it difficult to walk.The huts on both sides of the road are built upside down, and the sun is out of sight, winding and winding, like walking in a huge maze with no end in sight.

From this point of view, Liu Xiang didn't pay much attention to this brother-in-law. I'm afraid that someone is using Liu Xiang's name to show off everywhere.

After wandering around this shantytown several times and asking many people, they couldn't find Wu Deshui's home. Su Cen finally stuffed a few copper coins into a muddy little fur boy, and was guided to the place.

Before entering the door, he smelled a stench mixed with sour smell, which almost knocked Su Cen into a stagger.After patting on the moldy wooden door for a while, I still didn't hear anything. The door was bolted from the inside, so the man must be inside.Su Cen took two steps back and kicked hard at the two rotten wooden doors. As expected, the doors could not bear the force of gravity and fell to the ground with two squeaks.

Su Cen took a look at the dark hut, only to see a human figure on the bed, and then stepped in.

After a few snaps of his fingers, Su Cen rushed out from the shed, laying down on the muddy ground and throwing up in the dark.

Wu Deshui was lying on the bed, his eyeballs were protruding, and his body was swollen. The weather in April was either cold or hot, but the body was covered with spots and surrounded by mosquitoes and flies. It was obvious that he had been dead for a long time.

Several people stopped to watch, their eyes were numb with indifference.People die here every day, and these people have long been familiar with it.

Maybe they knew Wu Deshui was dead a long time ago, separated by a few huts, let the smell spread, and let the corpse rot under their noses, no one reported it to the authorities, it had nothing to do with them, and they turned a blind eye.

Suddenly, I felt that the muddy water on the ground was mixed with the smell of corpses, and the source of the indescribable smell had been found along the way, and the eyes of the people here were cold and numb, they were all walking corpses!

Su Cen braced himself up, swept over these people one by one, and said, "Report to the authorities."

"Someone is dead, report to the police! I remember the appearance of each of you, everyone standing here is a murderer!"

Someone in the crowd finally moved, scolded "lunatic", turned around and left.

Su Cen grabbed the kid who brought him here, "Go to the police, they are walking dead, you are still young, don't learn from them."

The child was frightened, so he pulled his hand back with all his strength, ran away two steps, looked back, and finally nodded timidly.

Dali Temple is far away, and the child reported to the Jingzhao Yamen nearby.It wasn't until people from Jingzhao Mansion came that Su Cen breathed a sigh of relief, and negotiated with them to send the body to Dali Temple.

The people in Jingzhao Mansion just happened to be happy with it. After all, this person is Liu Xiang's brother-in-law, and he has something to do with the Xinke Shizi case that is raging in Beijing.

"How do people die?" Su Cen asked.

The one who came was Shao Yin, who was several ranks higher than Su Cen, but it was rare for him to patiently accompany him and replied: "I have done a preliminary inspection of the work, and it seems that he... died of drinking?"

"Drink to death?" Su Cen frowned, and glanced into the dark hut, and saw several large wine jars in the corner.

"There was no wound on the body of the deceased, and there was no sign of poisoning. His complexion was flushed, his tongue was white, his pupils were dilated, and his eyes were congested. These are all symptoms of drunkenness..."

"Wait," the corpse just happened to be brought out of the shed, Su Cen raised his hand to stop it, resisting the pungent stench and stepped forward to check.

Before, he just ran out out of disgust, and didn't take a good look at it. After a closer look, he found the problem.

The body was swollen, but on the night of the eighth day of April, someone saw Wu Deshui appearing in Dongshi. It had only been three days, and even in the middle of summer, the body couldn't swell like this.

In front of everyone, Su Cen reached out and pressed the corpse's stomach, frowning, and pressed all the way up to the chest before stopping, unable to help but fall into deep thought.

He used to think that the swelling of the corpse was caused by the expansion of stagnant qi in the body due to the corruption of the corpse, but now it seems that it is not always the case.The accumulation of stagnant qi will cause the chest and abdomen to swell, but Wu Deshui has a flat chest and a full abdomen, and he can clearly feel the accumulation of water in the abdomen.

So Wu Deshui's body was not stagnant, but wine.

The wine volatilized in Wu Deshui's body, causing the organs to fail and rot. Although the body surface had just appeared corpse spots, the inside was already rotting in a mess. That's why it stinks like this in a short period of time.

But any normal person would definitely not drink himself like this. People drink to death, but how to drink this wine remains to be studied.

"What's the matter?" Shao Yin hurriedly stepped forward and asked, fearing that if he was not careful, Dali Temple would not pick up this man again.

"It's nothing." Su Cen withdrew his hand, "Take it away."

Su Cen followed Wu Deshui's body back to Dali Temple. Just as it was time to go to the Yamen, people came out of the temple gate one after another. They looked at Su Cen curiously and walked around holding their noses.

Su Cen stayed with the corpse all the way, but he couldn't smell anything.

After entering the main hall, Song Jiancheng had just changed into his regular clothes and was about to go home, but was blocked by Su Cen at the door, unable to enter or leave.

Song Jiancheng had no choice but to take two steps back and stood by the window, pinching his nose and jokingly: "Hey, did you go away for a day to dig a cesspit?"

Su Cen pointed outside the door: "The body of Wu Deshui, the gatekeeper of Dongshi."

Song Jiancheng frowned: "Why did you bring him back?"

"That day was the gate he opened for Lu Liang and the murderer."

Song Jiancheng glanced out the window and shook his head: "It stinks like this, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Why tomorrow?" Su Cen stood up straight, "Aren't you in a hurry to solve the case? Now that the clues are sent to you, why wait until tomorrow?"

"I was in a hurry before, but I'm not in a hurry now," Song Jiancheng smiled, "Gao Miao recruited."

"What?!" Su Cen froze suddenly.

"He admitted that he killed everyone. He was jealous because he failed the scientific examination, so he stayed in Beijing to assassinate high school students." Song Jiancheng glanced at Su Cen, "The reason why the case was solved so quickly is that Su Cen Talent is indispensable, and when the time comes, rewards for merit and deeds will be indispensable to you."

"What did you do to him?" Su Cen stepped forward, staring at Song Jiancheng with scarlet eyes.

If he had some doubts about Gao Miao yesterday, but now he is sure that Gao Miao was wronged. A person who commits two crimes without leaving any trace will hang him in his own home for the third time?This doesn't look like committing a crime again, but rather like someone can't wait to find a replacement for the dead ghost to clear the suspect.

"It's not up to you to take care of what I do." Song Jiancheng bypassed Su Cen and walked straight out the door.

He just took two steps but was grabbed by the corner of his clothes. He turned his head and saw the chill in Su Cen's eyes: "You said Gao Miao was recruited, so let me ask you, how did he enter Dongshi after the curfew?"

"Lv Liang's death after curfew is just your side story."

"What about him?" Su Cen pointed out the window, "He was on duty in Dongshi on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, and was murdered at home when he returned home. Now the body is here, is it also my opinion?!"

"Su Cen, don't push yourself!" Song Jiancheng pulled out his sleeve, "You are only a seventh-rank chief bookkeeper, do you really consider yourself an official? If it weren't for someone from above to protect you, you are now in the same cell as Gao Miao Li, let you shout in front of me?"

Song Jiancheng frowned, brushed off his sleeves, and walked away.

Su Cen didn't have the time to delve into the meaning of Song Jiancheng's words. He only had one thought in his mind. He couldn't let Song Jiancheng go, so he could only reach out and pull Song Jiancheng's sleeve again.

Only this time it was missed.Song Jiancheng didn't dodge deliberately, he just raised his arms slightly forward, but only heard a thud from behind, and when he turned his head again, he was lying on the ground unconscious.