Iceberg beauty lifts her head

Found Yao Qiyun who sneaked in quietly.

There is a dead corner in the east of the courtyard with gray walls and black tiles, and a white shadow, as light as a fish, can be seen, turning over from outside the wall and leaping into the courtyard without a sound.

All his jet-black hair fluttered and tangled in the night wind, and his face bathed in the moonlight was stern and serious.

Standing on the pavilion and looking around for a week, Yao Qiyun began to search carefully.

Residents and even the so-called court officials were very afraid of the case of the Dong family, so they could only find some clues about the murderer from the old site.

With the help of lonely candlelights everywhere, Yao Qiyun found that the house had been refurbished, and the layout was very beautiful, and it was completely devoid of the tragic and bloody events that should have occurred after the massacre of the Dong family.

Half an hour passed, from the east of the courtyard to the west of the courtyard, Yao Qiyun effortlessly bypassed the servant and walked through a long arched corridor, which was a picturesque and elegant garden...

In this courtyard within the radius of Mu Tian, ​​Yao Qiyun couldn't find anything useful, even a little trace, everything was like an ordinary mansion of a wealthy family, without any abnormalities.

The only thing worthy of attention is an old tree with thick and thick roots planted in the carnation cluster in the east courtyard.

The bark on the side facing the courtyard wall was obviously rolled outwards due to the momentum of the warrior's internal force. A three-finger-wide crack, with a fishy smell still remaining in the crack, snaked from the branch like an iron cut. Down, straight to the roots of densely fibrous roots.

Touching the crack with two fingers together, he felt that the edge of the crack was as sharp as a barb.

Under the cold moonlight, Yao Qiyun's amber eyes flashed with thought.

Although it is impossible to determine whether the cracks on the bark were left by Dong Yizhi's family members fighting with the murderer, he can roughly confirm that it was formed by the whip of the broken soul.

The soul-breaking whip is a quack weapon that I learned about four years ago in the Dianzang Pavilion of the Yaomen.Because this weapon is relatively rare, I was very impressed with it at the time.

It was forged by the best iron smelting master in Xingdu. The whip body was made of steel and copper shuttle chain, and it was densely covered with fine and dense hooks, which added a lot of power.

If it hits the thick old bark, it will just cause the effect of such a cracked little spike.

Fingertips slid down the cracks all the way to the root of the tree, Yao Qiyun frowned suddenly, pushed aside the tangled roots, and saw a puddle of dried blood stained on it.

Since I sneaked into the mansion until now, all the bloody atmosphere has been cleaned up very clean, and there are not many domestic servants who take care of the house. to leave out.

It's just that even so, it is impossible to find a breakthrough in the murderer's identity.What's more, I can't even confirm that the blood was splashed when the Dong family was killed.

Although the land in the east courtyard is mostly used for planting flowers, and it is far away from the main house, the master and servant seldom walk around here. If you don't pay special attention like yourself, it is indeed difficult to find this pool of blood.

But the family renovated the entire courtyard almost a month ago, so there was no trace of it. The pool of blood seemed more like someone deliberately poured it on after the fact, but what was the purpose of doing so?

With countless questions in his mind, he continued to grope in the nearby flower piles, but another quarter of an hour passed, seeing a few sporadic lights approaching, if he didn't hope that the trace of clues he had found so easily would be broken, he He will definitely leave before someone finds himself.

And in order to obtain coherent clues, Yao Qiyun spent a lot of time and energy here, and it is definitely not a way to find it at this speed.

The more confused the mind, the more complicated the mind. In order to calm down the irritable mood, Yao Qiyun closed his eyes and took a deep breath of air. The cold air choked into his throat. As expected, the messy emotions immediately eased up. He closed his eyes and remained silent for a few seconds, thinking I sketched out which nearby places might have suspicious signs, and thought about which direction to search next.

When he made up his mind and was about to leave, he suddenly stopped in his mind, focusing on the clump of carnations under his feet, his eyes sharply swept across the gray brick wall adjoining the east of the courtyard, which was a foot and a half high, and locked on several of them back and forth. Only after clicking on it did I confirm that there were some shallow footprints with a little climbing.

Frowning and looking out along the wall, he finally turned his attention to the neighbors in the house, and couldn't help pursing his lips with a serious expression.

Because of being blocked by the wall, one can only see the corner of the first floor of the elegant room next door. There are several chandeliers hanging under the eaves, illuminating the surroundings brightly, indicating that someone is living in this family's home.

And the two families were only separated by a wall, which was not built high, and there were no guardrails on the left and right. If they wanted to sneak into the courtyard, anyone with a little kung fu would be able to cross this wall.

It is expected that the two families are familiar with each other before, or they are both rich and noble families who do not worry about wealth and pay attention to character, so the door is so undefended.

Whose footprints over the wall between the two families belonged? Does he have anything to do with the murderer who used the whip and the blood under the tree?

While thinking about it, it was impossible to piece together a reasonable answer with the existing clues.Just as he was resting his finger bones between his eyebrows, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and listened carefully.

Then he took a few steps back quickly, raised his breath suddenly, and leaped over the wall like a civet cat. At the same time, he let out a few wisps of true energy that would be triggered when he touched something, without noticing that there was a stranger in the yard on this side. breath.

After confirming that the family members were probably staying in the house, Yao Qiyun's body immediately slid down the wall and landed on the lawn full of flowers and grass without making a sound.

His back was still against the wall, and there were sighs from several servants on the other side of the wall, followed by a burst of "click" and "click" sounds of cutting the whiskers with scissors, which lasted for about a quarter of an hour. The movement suddenly stopped and stopped, and there was only a faint voice, as if they were talking about something.

Yao Qiyun gave up breathing and entered the Guiyuan state to listen quietly, and the voice reaching his ears finally became clear.

"I remember the last time I cleaned the garden in the east of the courtyard, there was no such blood under this tree. How could it be so strange?" One of them sounded very surprised.

"I said big brother, it's just that you were lazy and didn't pay attention. Could it be that Mr. Feng who just came back from the next door specially climbed the wall to sprinkle it?!" The other person laughed softly after finishing the joke.

just came back?Mr. Feng?

Yao Qiyun's eyes sank, this surname is rare in the Central Plains, and Feng Chengyu, who gave porridge outside Luocheng last time and asked him to follow a carriage to Xiancheng, happened to be this surname.

Thinking about it this way, the courtyard where I am now is very likely to be Feng Chengyu's residence;

If it was such a coincidence, then the clue of the footprints just now became a mystery again. I thought that the residents here would have something to do with it, but this kind of suspicion was self-defeating at this moment.

After all, with his temperament that prefers to eat, drink and have fun, it is very unlikely that he would do something like throwing people's blood over the wall...

It was difficult for him to figure out what to do when his thoughts turned, but not a few breaths later, someone said "eh" and asked abruptly:

"Did you see a white shadow before you arrived here?"

"Is it the cat next door?" Someone replied, "I think it came to dig our tree because of the fishy smell!"

"Does the neighbor still have cats?" Interrupted by him, the man believed it, and began to mutter: "I just said, the walls here are short, so there should be a guardrail, otherwise all animals can come in."

The corners of Yao Qiyun's lips twitched because he didn't want to disturb the common people.

But amidst the voices of approval, several people swept the roots into the dustpan and left the backyard.

As the chatter and laughter faded away, the surroundings were already quiet, with no movement at all.

Yao Qiyun no longer leaned against the wall to eavesdrop, looked around at the corners of the other courtyard in front of him, took a deep breath, and planned to conduct a new round of search here.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, he heard a lazy and warm voice, which suddenly sounded from the mansion in front of him: "I wonder whose white cat went to the wrong place so late? It turned out to be Brother Yao."

Yao Qiyun looked over and saw Feng Chengyu, dressed in frost-colored silk satin pajamas and a light robe embroidered with mandala red, was walking slowly from a corridor of hanging flowers.

His complexion is extremely gorgeous, and his long ink-lacquered hair hangs loosely around his waist, and his calm appearance is as calm as a heart, and he can't help but be amazed.

Catching Yao Qiyun's slightly moved expression, Feng Chengyu smiled: "I haven't seen you for a long time, brother Yao missed me, and came over the wall from the next door to see me?"

Putting aside the momentary distraction just now, Yao Qiyun faced his teasing, but seemed to have heard it but not heard it.

His brows were slightly frowned, trying to think about something.

I had intentionally suppressed my breath, so that my whole body was in a state of return, just to prevent others from discovering myself.

And Feng Chengyu's five senses seemed to be extremely sharp, and he was able to detect his own existence.

As if he didn't realize what he was thinking, Feng Chengyu still smiled warmly and invited him very warmly: "Since you're here, why don't you come in and have a few drinks together?"

Either way...

These two words floated in Yao Qiyun's mind, and he nodded accordingly.

It is not a bad thing for one's whereabouts to be known. It is more useful to have someone who may be able to provide information about the Dong family than to search blindly in other people's yards.

In late summer, the lotus is swaying in the breeze, decorated with countless carved golden lamps, illuminating the corridors of this other garden, showing a kind of luxury and magnanimity of the children of rich families.

Feng Chengyu led Yao Qiyun and walked side by side, walking slowly in a hand-painted corridor with carved railings and painted buildings, then passed by artificially dug rockery flower ponds, and walked around four or five octagonal pavilions until almost half a column passed.