The Fourteenth Year of Chenghua

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Facing Qing Zi's body, Tang Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said to Suizhou: "We are too careless!"

Suizhou frowned: "She has been in the generations, concealing the real murderer."

Tang Fan nodded: "It was only after she admitted that she was too happy. I felt a little bit wrong. I wanted to take her back and then interrogated me carefully. I didn't expect her to be so determined that she committed suicide in a blink of an eye!"

Suizhou: "What did you think of?"

Tang Fan: "Dongchang! Even if Qingzi wanted to kill Zheng Cheng herself, not to mention how she got the money from Zheng Cheng, and how she was familiar with acupuncture, she only said that she was a young woman in Qinglou, Why is it possible for Dongchang to intervene and **** the body from your North Town Fusi? This is very suspicious! "

Suizhou nodded, obviously he had just thought of this.

The two are synchronized in many ways of thinking, which makes it much more difficult for them to find a tacit understanding that is different from others.

Suizhou Road: "I'll check it at the East Factory."

Tang Fan knows: "I will continue to check Qingzi here."

Suizhou nodded slightly, without much talk, and left.

Tang Fan looked at the clear posture lying on the ground. At this time, her beauty was still the same, but she didn't have the temperament when she was Huakui. The dagger was deeply inserted in her chest. The blood had slowly solidified, and her body also began. stiff.

When a person dies like a lamp, when he steps into the Yin-Yang River, he will have nothing. No matter how much money he has, he will be in vain.

Qingzi will commit suicide, clearly afraid of being interrogated after entering the prison, and then pulling out the real behind, but the only thing that is hard to die forever, can make such a decisive move in such a short time, indicating that there must be someone Or something, to promote Qing Zi must cover the real murderer.

But as soon as she died, Tang Fan really broke their clues and couldn't trace it down?

Obviously not.

Qing Zi is no less brave. After all, she is just a young woman with limited eyesight. She can't think too long-term. She just thinks that everything will be solved once she dies.

Tang Fan began to speculate from another angle.

She bought a house outside and redeemed herself, either for herself or for others. If it was for herself, then she would not be able to commit suicide, because people who are greedy for life and death will not let go if they have a chance to persevere, Then she must be for others.

Just because I knew I had been found out, I would n’t be better off in the end anyway. I could n’t bear the torture to reveal the truth. I might as well commit suicide, so that I could keep the people behind.

The people behind ...

Tang Fan stood up: "Lao Wang."

Lao Wang: "Master Tang?"

Tang Fan: "You said before that Qingzi asked a maid beside her to buy a house for herself. Where is that maid now?"

Lao Wang: "Master, the maidservant is not in Huanyilou today, it must have been opened, but we have followed her for many days, knowing where Qingzi girl bought the house, and I let Lao Gao guard outside the house It! "

Tang Fan nodded and praised: "Now you go there and stare and change Lao Gao. I have something to ask him, and the body of this Qingzi girl, let people come over to be buried and buried."

The old king should have left in a hurry.

Lao Gao soon came over. He reported the results of his own tracking and tracking to Tang Fan these days: "Master, that house is on Xiaobi Street in the east of the outer city. The house is not expensive, but one thing is very strange. No one has stayed in the house since it was bought. "

Tang Fan: "Can someone come in and go out?"

Lao Gao: "Except that the maidservant hired to go inside and out to clean up and clean up, I haven't seen anyone go in."

Tang Fan pondered for a moment: "That's it, if you come with me, I'll go and see for myself."

Lao Gao busy said: "Sir, it's both dirty and messy, I'm afraid it's going to tarnish a noble person like you!"

Tang Fan smiled: "Why am I even an aristocrat? There are some things that you can't ask clearly, and I have to go to understand the situation."

Seeing that he couldn't stop him, Lao Gao had to follow him out.

Waiting for the ground, Tang Fan knew why Lao Gao would say so.

The so-called Xiaobi Street in the south of the city is actually a slum.

Because of the proximity to the burial posts on the outskirts of the city, people with slight conditions must not be happy to live here. Over time, this place has become the meeting place of the three religions and nine streams. Flies fly around, and many people wear seams to make up for it. Compared to the decent standing of the major government offices in the inner city, this is like another world.

In contrast, Tang Fan, who was clean, fair and elegant, and did not wear official clothes, stood here just like an alternative, instantly attracting a lot of different eyes, many of them carrying malicious people.

But Lao Gao followed him in a bureaucratic costume and no one dared to mess up.

The two came to an old mansion.

"Adult, this is the house Qingqing bought."

In such an environment, Tang Fan knew that Qingzi bought this house, it was absolutely impossible to live in for herself. She could get even five thousand or two redemptions of silver. How could she be here? She is really looking to live here, I'm afraid it might be better to come to Huanyilou safely.

The house was locked, but the old man was flexible and had his own method. The lock was opened after two or three clicks.

Tang Fan pushed the door in. Although it has been renovated and taken care of, it still smells a stale taste, and it seems that it has been dusty for many years.

Lao Gao followed Tang Fan, feeling a little cool in his heart: "Adult, this house is gloomy, I'm afraid no one lives!"

Tang Fan quipped: "Didn't your old high ever go to the suburban burial post to spend the night, why are you afraid?"

Lao Gao laughed hesitantly: "Look at what you said, it was all a thing when I was young. I didn't understand it at that time. I was still peeing on the graves of other people. Now I don't dare to give me ten more guts!"

The yard was empty and very depressed. Several old trees were listless and stood dead. There was a wooden barrel beside the well, but it looked as old as this yard, with water leaking underneath and the ropes decaying.

Tang Fan walked inside and pushed open the door of the main house, but he was surprised for a moment.

In this small main house, there are no chairs and coffee tables, only a piece of paper in the middle, with some fresh fruits on the top, and four neatly arranged cards in the back. The two cards in the middle are higher and slightly lower There are two more.

Tang Fan recently looked at these fresh fruits for some time. They are a bit soft when pressed. From the time point of view, the time when Qingzi hired someone to clean up with the previous period can be matched.

Four cards are naturally four people.

Let's first examine the spiritual position of Feng Shimai.

First of all, Feng Qin's spirit position.

The second sister Feng's spirit of Qing'an.

The fourth brother Feng's Qingning spirit.

It is not difficult to speculate from the name on the card. Before Qing Zi entered the Qinglou, it was probably the surname Feng, and these people were really her family.

His parents died prematurely and his family died, which is indeed disappointing.

But there is no unreasonable love and no unreasonable hatred in this world. She has been in the Qinglou for so many years, and the gracious guests she has received are unknown. Tang Fan does not believe that she will kill Zheng Cheng just because she can't stand it. Thus carrying human lives.

Father, mother, second sister, fourth brother.

How old is Qingzi at home?

If it is the eldest daughter, where is the third son of the Feng family?

Tang Fan pondered for a moment: "Lao Gao!"

Lao Gao: "Oh, what do you tell me?"

Tang Fan: "Did you not inquire with your neighbors about this family before? Have you asked about the previous owner of this house?"

Lao Gao: "I have asked, but this place was burnt down by a fire a few years ago. Many of the original residents were either burned to death or moved away. Only one old man had a little impression. A year ago, there was a family name of Feng's family here. Later, I didn't know what was wrong. The people in the government house came to the door overnight. The males in the family were all conquered. The female was sick and died. Very, this house was also sealed up, he did not dare to inquire, and later said that this house is haunted, and no one dared to live! "

Tang Fan frowned: "Is it more than ten years ago?"

Lao Gao busy said: "He didn't remember it, it was estimated that it should be 13 or 4 years ago, because they said that Qingzi was only six years old when she was sold into the Qinglou. She was 19 this year, could it be right?"

Tang Fan pondered for a while, and suddenly said: "Go, go back to Shun Tian Mansion!"

Lao Gao: "Ah? Are you not watching?"

Tang Fan: "Don't look at it, I have a clue."

As he spoke, he walked swiftly out. Lao Gao looked back at the dark house and the cards. He shivered and quickly hurried out.

As soon as Tang Fan returned to Suncheon Mansion, he immediately went to find the dossier 13 years ago.

Being in Suncheon has the advantage. As the highest administrative body in charge of the Gyeonggi region, all events, large or small, will be grouped into categories.

Tang Fan focused his attention on major cases 13 years ago, but unfortunately, he searched all night and found no information on the crimes committed by the Feng family.

Seeing the sky brightened, he felt his eyes sore and his head heavy.

Is it the wrong direction?

Thirteen years ago, it was the first year of Chenghua, the year when the emperor ascended the throne today.

Tang Fan held his head and tried hard to recall, what happened that year?

After his parents died, he went out to study alone, and he knew everything about the world ’s major events, not just those nerds who could only die, but the family of males such as the Feng family was condemned to military exile. If the crime is not committed by oneself, it is involved.

Tired ... sitting?

Tang Fan wrote a few words on a white paper stroke by stroke.

In the first year of Chenghua, Feng.

"Sir," Du Jiang, the prosecutor, stood at the door and reported. "The Sui General Banner of Fusi in Beizhen is here. Please see you outside."

Tang Fan couldn't help smiling and straightened up: "Please invite him in!"