Chapter 96 Slap Fried Rice (2)

Wen Mingtang fell silent after hearing this confession, and looked down at Tang Yuan, whose eyes were red from crying.

Tangyuan raised his head, crying so pitifully, and met Wen Mingtang's eyes, and defended: "It's true, Master Wen, I saw a painted-skinned monster!"

Liu Yuantong and the other officers couldn't help but shake their heads after hearing this. Seeing Tang Yuan like this, I'm afraid they couldn't be of much help. When they were investigating the case, there was a little girl crying nearby who had a headache, so they said to Wen Mingtang: " Master Wen, please take the glutinous rice balls away first! The people around you are in Dali Temple. If you need anything later, I’ll ask the glutinous rice balls later."

At the moment, the little girl is yelling about "painted skin monster" and can't ask anything. Maybe when she calms down later and stops yelling about monsters, she will be able to remember some details.

Hearing this, Wen Mingtang nodded and left with the glutinous rice balls.

After Wen Mingtang and Tang Yuan left, Liu Yuan and his men squatted down and looked at the man who Tang Yuan called a "painted-skin monster".

Because of the weird makeup on his face, it was difficult to see the man's specific appearance for a moment. However, looking at his body shape, he is tall and thin, with his face turned aside. Wearing this long-sleeved robe from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, he looks a bit like an "immortal" who has ascended to immortality.

But right now, this person is lying there like a corpse, with a ghost-like makeup on his face. The feeling of "fairy" has directly become the feeling of "ghost". In broad daylight, it is also strange. .

Now that Wu Zuo has not arrived, officer Liu Yuantong did not touch the man's body. He just stood aside and looked at the man's body. He did not see any external injuries.

Although there was a thick layer of powder on the neck, it was still possible to see clearly whether there were any strangulation marks.

There were no external injuries such as strangulation marks, nor was it drowning. So... the most likely cause of death was poisoning.

However, this man's lips were painted with bright red lipstick. Before wiping it off, it was impossible to tell whether his lips were purple or poisoned.

Liu Yuan lowered his head and looked at the "painted skin monster" lying on the ground for a moment. Soon, the exclamation of Wu Bucai, a widower, came from the entrance of the alley.

"Zhao You, you are stubborn, walk slower, your legs will break!"

Zhao You dragged Wu Bucai to the entrance of the alley in three steps and two steps at a time. He let go of Wu Bucai's clothes, glanced at Lin Fei behind him, and said disgustedly: "You are walking too slowly!"

Even if you walk slowly, you can't "destroy the growth" like this! Looking at the worn soles, Wu Bucai pointed at Zhao Youqi and trembled his fingers, turned around and snorted, and followed Lin Fei in front.

When he saw the "painted-skinned monster" on the ground, Wu Bucai couldn't help but exclaimed. He touched the goose bumps on his arms and said, "This corpse is too oozing. If you see it at night, you will be frightened." You must die!"

Liu Yuan glanced at Wu Bucai who was exclaiming, with a subtle look in his eyes: "...it was indeed seen late at night."

Wu Butai: "..." Looking at Liu Yuan's subtle eyes, he couldn't help but ask: "Which unlucky guy is he seeing?"

Liu Yuandao: "The little handyman under Master Wen, the public chef, makes glutinous rice balls."

Wu Butai: "...that little girl who looks quite smart?"

Liu Yuan nodded and said "Yes", and when he saw Wu Bucai looking around for glutinous rice balls, he added: "I asked Master Wen to take him away first. She was talking incoherently and insisted that the one lying on the ground was a painted-skinned monster!"

Wu Butai: "..."

Before he could speak, Lin Fei's voice rang out.

"Painted skin monster?" Lin Fei tilted his head and asked Liu Yuan.

Liu Yuan nodded and told the story about the crying monster walking down from the painting.

After hearing this, Wu Bucai twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but said: "I heard this story when I passed by the public kitchen that day. Master Wen told her. As an old man, I was shocked when I heard it, not to mention A Bing. I’m afraid I’ll have nightmares for several days when I go back with those two kids in Tang Yuan!!”

Lin Fei didn't say anything when he heard this. He just stretched out his hand towards Liu Yuan and said, "What about the blank scroll?"

Liu Yuan handed over the blank scroll from the guard.

Lin Fei took the scroll, glanced at the blank scroll, and touched the folded edge of the scroll with footprints on it. After pausing for a moment, he pointed at the messy footprints on the curled edge and asked Liu Yuan with a frown. : "Did you step on this?"

Liu Yuan: "..."

It's not that he stepped on it. He came late this morning, but it was probably stepped on by the tall and powerful guards in the row behind him.

Seeing Liu Yuan turn around and glance at the tall guard, Lin Fei said nothing, but touched the edge of the folded scroll and asked Liu Yuan: "When you came here, was this scroll scattered on the ground? "

Liu Yuan nodded and said "Yes." After a pause, he added, "That little girl Tangyuan was so frightened that she thought she had seen a painted-skinned monster and didn't dare to come close, so she pretended that she had not damaged the scene."

When Wu Bu heard this, he poured cold water over: "She didn't destroy it, but she asked you to destroy it!"

Liu Yuan and the other officers said: "..."

After pausing for a moment, he glanced back at the embarrassed officer. Liu Yuan explained: "When I saw the glutinous rice balls when I passed by last night, I screamed out in fright, attracting many people to watch. Wait until the warm-hearted people go When the drums were played in Dali Temple to report to the official, it was almost midnight, and there were not many people in the government office except the night guards..."

"A few of them were still novices and had little experience. When they rushed over, they first dispersed the group of people who were watching. On the way, they had a quarrel with the people and pushed them a few times. It was foggy in the middle of the night, so it was difficult to see clearly. clear……"

He had gone back a long time ago and was not in the Yamen. When he came over this morning and saw footprints all over the ground, vegetable leaves falling all over the ground and two raw eggs smashed on the ground at the entrance of the alley, he was shocked. .

Only the corpse and the scroll were not trampled! Then the policeman who came over early in the morning was walking in a hurry and stepped on the curled edge of the scroll.

The whole scene was in a mess.

The little girl Tangyuan was frightened and cried all night after her family took her home. She was still crying when she was brought here this morning, and all she could do was call her a monster. Liu Yuan was stunned by this scene.

Dali Temple is trying to solve a murder case involving a monster, which may make the entire city of Chang'an a laughing stock.

After hearing this, Lin Fei fell silent. After a moment of pause, he stood up and looked around.

The corpse fell at the entrance of the alley, which is common in Chang'an City. It has a bluestone floor and courtyard walls of houses on both sides. There are two poles standing at the entrance of the alley. When the wind blows, the lanterns on the poles sway.

Lin Fei raised his head, looked at the lantern for a moment, and then looked at the body lying on his back again.

After a long while, he said to Wu Bucai who was already prepared: "Let's do the autopsy!"

Wu Bucai nodded, put the box he was carrying on the ground, and squatted down to take a wet wipe to wipe the makeup on the deceased's face, Lin Fei suddenly said, "Wait!"

Wu Bucai's movement in his hand stopped instinctively, and then he saw Lin Fei pointing at the deceased's bright red lips and saying, "This color is red and something special."

Something happened today, it's late