Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

It is normal for Fang Qian to have such a pale complexion.Since the incident of the Tsing Yi robber, he has been busy for several days, and another accident happened in West Street, and the guards are exhausted.

Seeing this, Qianqing said solemnly: "Please inform Mr. Zhao, I was entrusted by Yi Xiangquan to come and have a look." After finishing speaking, he spread out the letter written by Xiangquan.

What was written in the letter was commissioned by Xiangquan to investigate.The content of the letter was very strange. Qianqing handed over Xiangquan's handwritten letter, but Fang Qian didn't read it carefully.Gan Qing secretly smiled inwardly, the word "Yixiang Spring" is really a gold-lettered signboard, good or bad things depend on him, that's right.

Fang Qian nodded dumbly, his limbs were so stiff that they seemed to be broken, so he walked away to report.Qianqing glanced at him sympathetically, without thinking too much.Since we still have to wait for permission, why not go to the courtyard first.

The second instruction in Xiangquan's letter is to ask Qianqing to measure in the yard.Xiangquan requires the dry cleaning to be measured by steps, and roughly calculate the distance between the walls, roofs, trees and the lake in the yard, as well as the area of ​​the lake as far as the eye can see.Qianqing is about five and a half feet tall, and he used his own height as a scale to measure the height of buildings and trees.

Although Qianqing followed suit, he was surprised—what are these things for testing?Looking at Feng Shui?

The yard is in an oval shape, and the red brick and green tile wall encloses half of the Black Lake into the yard, enclosing the trees and dilapidated buildings.The end of the wall is connected to the city wall of Yongcheng, so that this place is tightly surrounded, and there is no door to enter except the courtyard gate.Half of the Black Lake is enclosed in the courtyard, and the other half leads from the canal under the city to the outside of the city, forming a moat.The water outside the city is clear, and it comes from its own source. This black lake is connected to the moat and the water for the people in the city.

Qianqing is measured by steps, although the courtyard is elliptical, it is not very regular, and the widest point is no more than fifteen or sixty feet. Compared with the big house of Qianqing's family, this place is really small.The shortest distance between the building and the lake is also seven or eight feet away, and this distance accounts for about half of the yard.

The distance between the lake and the "Wangchuan Pavilion" is too far. After measuring it himself, Qianqing is even more convinced that it is impossible for Hongxin to jump directly into the lake after falling from the building.

He felt strange, and he couldn't tell what was wrong, he just felt that it was eerie.Although Qianqing doesn't know Fengshui, the Fengshui here must be extremely bad.The high wall enclosing the vegetation is obviously the word "sleepy", and if a person is here, it is the word "prisoner".This is a taboo thing that all the children in the market know, and I don't understand why Shuiniang built such a broken yard.Being next to the lake, there is heavy cloudiness and humidity, plus there is a sick woman, so it is difficult for nothing to happen.

"Such a broken place..." Gan Qing murmured to himself.Although the bricks and tiles here are good things, and the gaps fit very well, but when you look closely, they feel rough.This wall, although the construction technology is good, is obviously rushed.

According to the theory of the five elements, the aquatic trees, the ginkgo trees and willows beside the Black Lake probably absorbed the water vapor of the Black Lake, and perhaps grew tall and luxuriant because of the abundant sunlight.One of the trees closest to the lake still had an old rope hanging from it.There was only a short length of the rope hanging down, as if a snakeskin was hanging limply here.Qianqing stood on tiptoe and could barely touch the end of the rope.

It is estimated that it was used to hang clothes in the past.

Gan Qing patted the end of the rope boringly, the rope dangled leisurely, and some dust fell off.

The trees are very old, and the grass and trees are silent, but they have been standing here quietly, and they can see everything.

Qianqing stared blankly at the grass and trees.If they could talk, they wouldn't have to work so hard.

He recorded what he measured on paper, and the details were unusual.The shape of the tree, the orientation of the house, and the overall height and width are all recorded.I always find it strange that Xiangquan's investigation method is really inexplicable, but Qianqing always feels uncomfortable in his heart.

But he followed the next instruction and came to the right below the balcony where the red letter appeared for the last time.

He was asked to look for boards, ropes, debris, and other similar debris, and if he found them, bring them all back to Xiangquan.Xiangquan specifically explained in the letter that if there are medicinal residues on the ground, they must be brought back.Also look at the footprints around.

Near the lake, the ground is wet, although there are many footprints left.Probably because of the search last night, it was so messy that it was impossible to tell who belonged to whom.

The strange thing is that the soil under my feet was wet, and it was too wet.Last night the weather was only windy with no apparent rain.

Gan Qing recorded it, and continued to search, but there was almost nothing that Xiang Quan said, only a few worn-out fragments.They were like pieces from a cheap crock pot, all very tiny.Ganqing packed it in the bag in his arms, feeling like a fool.

"Young Master Xia, Your Excellency agrees, you can go in, but I need to accompany you." Fang Qian came over at this time, his eyes sunken.

Qianqing himself wanted to complain, but seeing Fang Qian's expression on his face, he couldn't bear it: "If you are tired, you don't need to accompany me."

"No, what your lord asked is also my responsibility." Fang Qian shook his head and followed him.He handed a clean handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose.Of course Qian Qing knew why, Hong Xin had some disease that must be quarantined, so it was better not to enter this room casually.

Gan Qing cursed secretly, if he contracted a serious disease and died as a lonely ghost, Yi Xiangquan would be the first to scare him.

There is not enough manpower today, Fang Qian is the only guard at the stairway.Upstairs, there are two people guarding outside Hongxin's room.

There are two stairs, one is an open-air staircase leading directly to the second floor, and the other is from the first floor to the second floor.Ganqing glanced at the first floor, it was full of ghosts, and the trees next to it were almost covering it firmly, so he let out a "hey", skipped the first floor and shook his head and went directly to the second floor.

Fang Qian brought Qianqing to Hongxin's bedroom, but did not enter the room.

Qianqing went in by himself, and when he pushed the door, a gust of foul air rushed towards his face.Gan Qing was nauseated for a while, he would not believe that no one died in this room.

But where did the red letter go?Even if he died, there must be a corpse!

This is the women's bedroom, and it belongs to the Qing|lou women.But this room is very different from ordinary women's bedrooms in brothels.There is no mirror in the room, and there is very little rouge and gouache.There are no guqin, books, chess games, etc. There is a painting on the wall, which is an ordinary landscape.Ganqing has studied the painting a bit, so he took a closer look: This painting is obviously not the work of everyone, but it has the unique charm of Jiangnan.The inscription is actually a tourmaline.

It's not surprising that it's clean, this house was lived by Tourmaline before.Something must have happened between Hongxin and Tourmaline, maybe they both had the same disease.

It's too lazy to think about things between women.He continued to look, and there were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table, which were still good things.The ink was not too dry yet, some of it spilled out and spilled on the table.It's just that the red letter didn't leave any handwriting.Qianqing felt strange and searched everywhere - the house had obviously been searched, and nothing could be found.

Ganqing rummaged through the pillows and bedding, and finally found a charcoal brazier under the bed.

It's autumn, so it's naturally unusable right now.Qianqing saw ashes in the brazier, and some of them looked like plant residues.

This is strange, it is not cold in summer and early autumn, so it is necessary to light a fire.

Hongxin is a living person, why is she afraid of the cold!

Qianqing thought about it, but felt hairy in his heart.

The gauze curtains hanging in the room seemed to have lost their color and hung lifelessly.Qianqing felt restless for a while.This room is like a huge cage, trying to suffocate people to death in it.

There used to be two prisoners living in the cage, but they are nowhere to be seen now.One left a desolate cry, and the other left a figure falling from the building.

Before Hongxin and Tourmaline disappeared, what happened here?

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