As soon as Bo Ruoyou finished taking a shower and changing clothes, the door of the mansion was knocked again. She was suspicious and soon Aunt Liang came to the door, "Miss, Wu Zhaohou is here--"

Bo Ruoyou was very surprised and quickly tied his hair and put on a robe to the main hall.

When she arrived at the main hall, Huo Weilou actually brought Huo Qinghong with her. She looked at the two brothers and was puzzled, "Why did the Marquis come with the prince? What happened?"

Huo Weilou looked at Huo Qinghong, "You said."

Huo Qinghong hurriedly told what he saw in the Hundred Birds Garden that day, and said, "I saw that day, I thought it was the Prince of Nan'an and the guests who killed birds and enjoyed the birds. The dead birds were hung under the osmanthus tree, which was very easy to find. I was an outsider, so there was no need to ask them what was going on. Later, I left soon, but I didn't expect that someone would die in just two days."

Bo Ruoyou felt a chill in his heart, and then he understood why Huo Weilou came over so late. She quickly calmed down, "It's better to tell Captain Wu about this. There is no such coincidence-"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly realized something was wrong, and then her pupils trembled and looked at Huo Weilou, "Today we found a blood bird that was nailed to death with a coffin in the Hundred Birds Garden!"

Her heart suddenly jumped up, "If it was a coincidence, it would be too strange. Is the murderer deliberately indicating that he was going to kill someone?"

When a murderer commits a crime, he always wants to hide his traces. The less unknown, the better. But there are also some people who are weird and arrogant. Not only are they not afraid to let others know, but they are better to attract the attention of everyone and "appreciate" his methods of harming others.

Bo Ruoyou felt chill when he thought about this. Huo Weilou said, "Don't worry, I have sent someone to the yamen to tell Wu Xiang. Now Wu Xiang must have known it. Hong'er discovered that the blood bird was two days ago. If the murderer really used the murder of the blood bird to harm people, he would probably not do it tonight. I have sent someone to pass the message, it would be best to keep people in the Hundred Bird Garden to avoid other people being killed."

Bo Ruoyou's tense heartstrings were slightly relaxed, and she knew that Huo Weilou had always been thorough in his actions.

She asked Huo Weilou and the others to sit down and served tea again. Soon, Cheng Yunzhi also came out of the inner room and learned the situation of the case. He also looked dark and said, "If you have the intention of harming others, you cannot treat them as what ordinary people want. If this person kills people cruelly and cruelly, and has the intention of punishing and killing birds as a warning, then he thinks he is a person with a very deceitful and cruel mind."

People with little courage will never dare to deliberately show their intention to kill people to everyone. This will only show that the person is extremely vicious and extremely arrogant. However, when they entered the park for searching and autopsy today, they did not find any key clues, which also shows that the murderer is indeed a person who is thoughtful and neat. Such a person who commits crimes is the most difficult to deal with among all suspects.

As he was talking, someone came from outside the mansion. Zhou Liang opened the door and saw that it was the guard sent by the Marquis's Mansion.

The attendant entered the door and reported to the Zhizheng Hall: "Marty, you have informed Captain Wu of what you ordered. He is now taking people back to the Hundred Bird Garden, and our people are following us. If there is any trouble, we will immediately repay you."

Bo Ruoyou glanced at the sky. It was already the second update. If Wu Xiang was late...

Her heart was covered with haze, and Huo Qinghong felt a little palpitations when he heard it. Thinking that the blood bird he saw that day was most likely the murderer's cause, he felt even more chilling as if he had met the murderer.

At this time, Huo Weilou comforted: "The blood bird was strangled to death under the osmanthus tree, but today the people from the yamen entered the garden to investigate, but no one mentioned this matter, which was a bit strange."

Bo Ruoyou also thought of this, "Yes, no servant mentioned this matter, otherwise we would have realized something was wrong at that time."

"Is it because the servant concealed it, or did the murderer take away the blood bird's body?" Bo Ruoyou said again: "Jiang Xing, who pretended to be a blood bird, died in the lake a month ago. Later, the murderer used the blood bird as a guide. Could he avenge the blood bird?"

These doubts are naturally unanswered, and the murderer used the method of killing birds to indicate that he wanted to kill someone is also their inference. But if this situation is just a coincidence, it would be too mysterious, let alone killing birds with coffin nails?

Bo Ruoyou subconsciously asked Cheng Yunzhi, "Entertainment Father, do you know how long the coffin nail can be?"

Cheng Yunzhi thought for a while, "The customs of different places are different, and the lengths of nails used are also different. The longest coffin nail I have ever seen is more than six inches. The lid under the nail will not loosen until the coffin decays. In addition, in some places, there is a saying that the longer the coffin nail, the more powerful the evil and the filth is. Some people have resentment when they die before their lives, and the coffin nails they use after their death are quite long."

Huo Qinghong didn't react first, Bo Ruoyou asked what he was doing. After he figured it out, his face turned pale, "You...are you thinking that the murderer would kill people by killing birds? But the person's head is full of bones, and it can really penetrate through it?"

Bo Ruoyou looked at Cheng Yunzhi, and Cheng Yunzhi said: "The skull is not impenetrable, and the human temple is an extremely fragile place. Not to mention sharp coffin nails, even a knife and a dagger can penetrate."

Huo Qinghong's scalp became numb.

The night was covered with thick ink, and Bo Ruoyou was waiting anxiously. If it weren't for the time being, she really wanted to go to the Hundred Birds Garden to see it. After waiting for most of the hour, she followed the attendant of the Hou Mansion who went to the Hundred Birds Garden to Cheng's house.

The attendant said, "There was no accident in the Hundred Birds Garden. The prince was not in the Hundred Birds Garden. It was a few managers who were responsible for guarding the garden. Because of a murder case, everyone did not dare to be careless. They lived in groups of three or three. The captain asked about the dead bird under the osmanthus tree that day. No one responded, but the dead bird was the murderer. A manager just stood up. It was because they deliberately concealed the prince of Nan'an and did not tell him that the bird was dead, and they were afraid that the prince of Nan'an would punish him."

Huo Weilou asked again: "Can you keep people in the park tonight?"

"Yes, the captain left some yamen soldiers to guard the park. He also wanted to go back to the yamen to examine people. He caught the few people who went to the yamen this afternoon and did not find any useful clues."

Bo Ruoyou heard that the people were left in the garden, and he felt a little relieved, and asked, "I have got the head of the coffin nail."

The yamen stayed in the garden. If the murderer wanted to harm someone, he would throw a mouse and dare not act. However, the weapon that killed birds could be used as evidence. The attendant nodded and Bo Ruoyou felt relieved.

Huo Weilou also felt that such an arrangement was the best. Seeing that the night was getting deep, he said goodbye to leave the mansion. Bo Ruoyou went to see them off in person. After leaving the mansion, Huo Weilou couldn't help but take her into his arms and hugged her.

Although the door of the house was dark before, Bo Ruoyou's cheeks turned red in front of these many people, "Mr. Marquis—"

The servants looked at their noses and their hearts and were so bold that they dared not come out. Huo Qinghong had already gotten onto the carriage. At this time, he lifted the curtain and looked out, then quickly lowered the curtains, and felt a burst of sore teeth as if they had drunk vinegar.

Huo Weilou stopped when he saw it, and kissed her on the cheek before returning to the carriage. Bo Ruoyouqiang calmed down and only acted as if nothing had happened. When he entered the mansion, he went to caress his hot ears.

These days, Bo Ruoyou slept well and rarely dreamed. When he woke up early the next morning, he went to the yamen. Wu Xiang captured Liu Qing and others in the garden, but after interrogating for a night, he was only tortured, and he didn't ask anything. Everyone was surprised that Xun would be killed, and they didn't even think that anyone in the garden had a life-and-death hatred with him.

Bo Ruoyou only felt strange, "Is it the hatred that he made before entering the Hundred Birds Garden?"

This is not impossible. Wu Xiang sighed and said, "It took a while to send someone to check his earlier theater. However, I learned one thing. Jiang Xing, who was pretending to be a blood bird, came from the same pleasure boat as him. Not only that, Liu Qing and the other two, a total of five people, were taught by the same master in the early years, but the teacher's squad was in the family, so they all went to the pleasure boat theater and other places. Later, by chance, the prince of Nan'an was attracted to the Hundred Birds Garden."

Opera is popular in the Great Zhou Dynasty, so naturally there are many opera troupes who make a living in the market. Some of the prestigious teachers are obsessed with it all their lives and will raise many young disciples. However, some achievements are required on this path, all of which are talented and extraordinary. Therefore, raising a hundred disciples may lead to a role that can gain both fame and fortune.

Most of those who cannot sing as pillars are matched in the pleasure boat theater. If a noble person is willing to buy them for offerings at this time, most of them will not refuse and have no right to refuse.

Wu Xiang said: "The teacher is from Chaozhou. He went from the east to the capital. There is a kind of bird play in the local Chaozhou opera, which is to turn birds and animals into living. In addition, many juggling tricks, the singing is lively and vivid. The prince of Nan'an is happy to raise birds and animals. Because of this, their brothers gathered again."

Bo Ruoyou frowned, "Since there is such a conflict first, will there be any old grudge?"

When asked this, Wu Xiang's tone became deeper, "Don't say, they are now over the Double Ten, and the oldest is twenty-five, but the troupe disbanded seven or eight years ago. During the years, most of them were not together, and their relationship was already weak. In the theater, almost no one knew about this, as if they were deliberately hiding it."

The brothers who were not very close in their early years are now competing for favor in the same place, so it is nothing if they don’t mention it, but if they deliberately conceal it, it would be a bit strange. It would take a lot of effort to inquire about the old things many years ago. Bo Ruoyou was not in a hurry and only mentioned the murder of the bird with Wu Xiang.

"The blood bird was hung on the osmanthus tree, and Yu Xun was also hung. He was wearing a feathered garment made of blood bird feathers. These two are so similar. The murderer seemed to be punishing, or it seemed to be tribute, or it was just a mysterious thing that made people scare. In short, it made people feel that the blood bird that was similar did not appear for no reason. Since this is the case, the blood bird that was nailed to death also seemed to be showing something."

Wu Xiang nodded and said, "Don't worry, I have kept enough people. Not only that, I also asked Hou Yang and his friends to change their clothes and pretend to be the slutty purchaser to run into the garden every day. I don't believe it. The murderer can really kill people again. As for the coffin nails, I sent someone to the city to investigate. It is a very common nail. Every coffin shop in the capital will beat them."

Bo Ruoyou thought this was so thorough, so she only hoped to find clues from the investigation of the old things. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the yamen, she said goodbye to the Marquis' Mansion. Huo Weilou is still recovering from the wound. Although the surface of the wound is scabbed, there is always a recurrence inside. She was worried and had to visit her every day before she could feel at ease.

Wu Xiang used people to check the pleasure boat, but he did not find that Jiang Xing and Yu Xun had an old grudge. He had to trace it back, but it was difficult to find the old things back then. After the teacher's family squad dispersed, the whereabouts of the people were unknown. After many years, he was a drama troupe that was wandering around the market, so it was really hard to find traces. Wu Xiang detained Liu Qing and others for three days, but it was fruitless, so he let the person go back.

However, on the day they were put back, the Hundred Bird Garden, which had been quiet like a stagnant water for several days, suddenly had trouble again.

At dusk, the left-behind yamen came to report that a coffin nail with the dead blood bird was found at Song Zhongming, a craftsman in charge of taming animals and raising birds in the Hundred Birds Garden. In order to hide this object, he buried it in the grass for taming BMWs. If the servant who feeds the horses had not found out, he would have escaped. When the yamen asked, the man wanted to escape from the Hundred Birds Garden.

If you still want to escape with physical evidence, isn’t it the murderer who is on the move?!

Wu Xiang personally went to the Hundred Bird Garden and caught the man with other yamen.

As night fell, in the dimly lit cell, Wu Xiang was interrogating this middle-aged man who was over 40 years old and skilled. He was as tall as Wu Xiang, with a pair of calloused hands. His face was bronzed due to the sun all year round, and because he was always accompanied by birds and beasts, he had a faint smell of dust on his body.

"Is this bag yours? You are a man who tames horses, and the key to the forage bin is in your hands. You go in and out every day, and most of the forage is distributed and guarded by you. Do you dare to say that this thing belongs to someone else?"

Song Zhongming stretched a face, his narrow eyes were restrained, and his hands, which were shackled by iron chains, clenched into fists. His knuckles kept tightening and loosening, loosening and tightening, and his whole body was even tighter. He could tell what he was hiding from this look.

Seeing that he was silent, Wu Xiang slapped the table in front of him with a heavy palm and shouted sternly, "Is it you the one who killed the bird? You are the one who nailed the bird with a coffin, and you are the one who strangled the blood bird with a rope. You can tame horses and birds. I heard that you have excellent methods to train parrots and Hai Dongqing. I want to catch a few birds and pick them up at will. You strangled the birds first to tell others that you are going to harm people, right?"

Song Zhongming had cold sweats overflowing from his forehead, but he still pursed the corners of his lips and said nothing. Wu Xiang stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and stared at him, "I asked the people in the garden that you have a good relationship with Jiang Xing before, and you also tamed a white parrot for him. Do you know that he died strangely, and you want to avenge him, right?"

"I...I'm not...that coffin nail! It's not mine at all!"

After Song Zhongming said tremblingly, Wu Xiang sneered, pulling the collar heavier, making Song Zhongming breathless, "The coffin nail is not yours, is that baggage yours? Who else dares to hide things in your place besides you?"

"The burden is mine, but the things inside are not mine!"

Wu Xiang was even more surprised, "Did you say someone stole your bag? Or did you really hide something, but it wasn't a coffin nail?"

Song Zhongming gritted his teeth and said nothing, and Wu Xiang threw him onto the shackled chair!

At the same time, in the Hundred Birds Garden, everyone stayed silent at night. The huge garden was pitch black. When the cool breeze came, the trees, flowers and plants were rustling. Occasionally, wild cats rushed past the rocks, as if they were terrifying as ghosts.

The servant responsible for taking care of Liu Qing came out of his room, holding a food box in his hand, and was about to go to the direction of the kitchen. His stroke was leaping with lights, and the lights were uncertain. The treetops on both sides of the corridor were shaking with the wind, casting shadows of teeth and claws on the ground. He became more and more scared as he walked, his palms were sweating profusely, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat sooner!

When he walked to the Moon Lake where the rockery stood, he seemed to hear a crisp striking sound in the sob of the wind. The sound was like an iron tool colliding, or a stone fell to the ground. It suddenly made his hair stand up instantly.

He paused and hurriedly listened intently, but the sound suddenly disappeared. His heart kept beating, and he didn't dare to stay in the garden anymore, so he immediately jogged to the kitchen.
Chapter completed!