The Famous Detective of the Red Mansion

At night, a snowstorm was raging.

Bang!

When Qiu Yunfei kicked open the main room's door, the heat surged out and was quickly invaded by the wind and snow, which only caused the official documents on the desk to be blown around.

Cheng Rixing subconsciously held down a few of them. Seeing Qiu Yunfei's face was nasty, he could no longer care about the official documents. He quickly apologized and said, "Official..."

However, before he could finish the ceremony, Qiu Yunfei kicked the door of the inner room and burst into the room angrily, swearing, "Sun, no one dares to play me like this! What kind of one-armed devil? I've run more than 20 nunneries in a row, my legs are running thin, but I haven't even caught a hair!"

This time, Sun Shaozong ignored his rudeness and frowned. "You didn't find any clues?"

"Nothing."

Zhao Wuwei, who followed in, carefully reported, "The Patrol Inspector took me and the others, and went through more than a dozen nunneries and Taoist temples, large and small, in the Capital. We screened the monks and Taoists, but there was no one with a right arm injury. Instead, there was an old nun with a left leg missing."

After a pause, he saw that Sun Shaozong's face was not very ashamed and annoyed, so he added, "Maybe the murderer didn't hurt his right arm, just..."

No.

Sun Shaozong shook his head firmly and said, "After you left, I made a careful comparison and confirmed that the injuries on the dead were from the left hand. This is consistent with my previous inference, so there should be no mistake."

"That's the wrong place. The murderer is not in the temple at all!"

As Qiu Yunfei said, he collapsed into the chair honestly and unkindly and groaned, "You just need to give orders. But we ran all over the city on this snowy day, and almost froze to death outside!"

Although his attitude was still poor, his cape was wet, and the deerskin boots on his feet were covered by mud, which showed that he had really worked hard.

So Sun Shaozong ignored this guy's complaint, spread out the self-made simple urban map on his desk, and said in a low voice, "Zhao Wuwei, mark all the temples and Taoist temples you have checked on the map for me."

Zhao Wuwei said with some embarrassment, "The eastern city and the southern city were inspected by the Inspector and me, while the western city and the northern city were handed over to the Captains of Daxing and Wanping Counties, so..."

"All right, first mark the places you checked."

Zhao Wuwei then agreed, picked up his brush, and marked them on the map one by one according to the search order in his memory.

When Qiu Yunfei saw that they ignored him and were busy on the case, he rubbed his frozen earlobe with both hands, and couldn't help sneering, "I have seen it myself, and I haven't found anything wrong. What can you do on paper..."

"Wait!"

Without waiting for him to finish, Sun Shaozong suddenly pointed to a nunnery that Zhao Wuwei had just marked and muttered, "Shuiyue Nunnery, Shuiyue Nunnery! This seems to be the home temple of Rongguo Mansion?"

"Report to the Master, it is indeed the temple of Rongguo Mansion."

Sun Shaozong immediately asked, "As a family temple, there should be a steward in charge of the temple. Have you seen the steward when you searched?!"

"Hmm..."

Zhao Wuwei hesitated, "I haven't seen any steward, but the steward is said to be a close brother of Rongguo Mansion, not a nun..."

Without saying all the words "nun," Sun Shaozong suddenly got up and walked out without saying a word. He shouted, "Order all the people and follow me to Rongguo Mansion!"

——Split line——

At Shuiyue Temple, though the doors and windows are closed, the candlelight in front of the shrine was still flickering. It reflected the solemn Buddha Hall in a very dark and gloomy way.

In the middle of the hall, a beautiful young man with a beautiful face was lying on the bluestone floor with a slight snore between his lips and teeth.

Suddenly, a thick pestle was held high, and after dragging a long shadow in front of the table, it swung down and hit the young man's left knee!

"Ouch~"

After a vague groan, the young man suddenly widened his eyes, subconsciously straightened his waist, and sat up from the ground.

However, with this effort, he found that his whole body was as soft as a feather. Not to mention the waist, it would take a hundred times the effort to straighten up his neck!

What on earth is this?!

"Haha..."

The young man was frightened and confused when he heard a burst of laughter coming from his side. He looked up and saw a familiar but strange face.

They were familiar with each other because they were relatives. Although they didn’t normally meet often, they were still connected.

It was strange because that face, which had always been smiling, was now as ferocious as a cannibal.

So the young man became more and more flustered and said in a trembling voice, "Fourth Brother, what are you doing? I... I have never offended you!"

"Didn't offend me? Hahaha..."

The man looked up and laughed a few times, then suddenly lifted the pestle again and hit the young man's right arm viciously. He cursed, "Are you sure you did not offend me? Jia Yun, have you forgotten who you took your job from?"

It turned out that this young man was Jia Yun, a close relative of Rongguo Mansion.

"Ah!"

Jia Yun screamed. After all, his body was still paralyzed. The pain was not very painful, but he was scared to death. He said in a mournful voice, "Fourth Brother, you have wronged me. That job was given by the Second Aunt. How can it be considered a robbery? Besides, I have recovered a lot of silver recently... Ah, Fourth Brother, spare my life!"

"Son of a bitch, have I wronged you?! Have I wronged you?! Have I wronged you..."

The man cursed and hit Jia Yun's right arm bone with a broken tendon, then he gasped and stopped.

With a sickly and crazy face, he approached Jia Yun and said with a sneer, "I wanted to kill a few irrelevant people first to earn enough money, but the Central Judicial Office has been watching. There is no other way now, I have to get rid of you ahead of time."

"Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother!"

Jia Yun curled up desperately, and his snot and tears were all over his face. He had long lost the appearance of that flirtatious dude, but his mouth was still a little organized. He cried out, "I’m willing to help you escape from the city. I know a place, and the government will not check it... Ah!"

Bang!

Another pestle hit Jia Yun's right arm, and the man disdained, "Who said I wanted to escape? Why would I want to escape?"

With that, he leaned down and stared at Jia Yun with burning eyes. He bared his white teeth and said, "I just want to stay here now, watching you struggle like a maggot and finally freeze to death in the snow."

Jia Yun finally got a little desperate, tried to hold up his neck, and yelled, "Don't you fear being beheaded by the government when you act like this?"

“Beheaded? Hahaha..."

The man laughed crazily a few times, then asked, "Do you want to know why I am not afraid of being beheaded?"

Jia Yun hesitated a little, then gritted his teeth and nodded, but his response to him was a pestle!

The man smiled proudly and said, "I'm going to let you die not knowing! Hahahaha..."

Boom!

At this moment, they heard a loud noise like thunder. The door of the room with the latch was papery and cracked into countless pieces!

Then a tower-like figure stepped in and said in a deep voice, "Jia Qin, if you are really not afraid of death, you should come to me. What's your ability to put your anger on others?"

The candlelight flickered, and the man slowly turned around, holding a pestle in his left hand and hanging his right arm on his side. It was Jia Qin, the Fourth Master, whose arms had been broken by Sun Shaozong in the Grand View Garden.