Huo Weilou stepped into the yamen. Sun Zhao was walking with him with an umbrella for him, asking, "Marty, the man has been taken to the cell. Now I will be tried?"

The embroidered clothes made the imperial horse arrive, so naturally it was much faster than the carriage. Huo Weilou nodded, "Now review."

Sun Zhao ordered Wu Xiang to go first. When Huo Weilou arrived at the prison cell of the government office, Han Qi was already kneeling in the side hall on the west side of the cell.

Huo Weilou stepped into the door and took the first seat. He came all the way in the rain, his body was stained with water, his ink was slightly wet, and his robe and official boots brought a string of water stains on the ground. The door was open, and the heavy rain made a shocking sound on the bluestone floor outside. The cold wind stormed in, making Han Qijun's face soaked all over.

Huo Weilou's eyes were colder than the biting cold wind. He stared at Han Qi for a moment, "As soon as you confessed your guilt, you will understand how you murdered them. Please listen."

After saying this, Huo Weilou looked at Han Qi's left hand, and Han Qi lowered his head and clenched his hands on his side into fists, "I, the first person to harm me, is the girl from the Xu family in the south of the city—"

"I can't help but write for Mr. Lu. I also copied the paintings and sold the poetry collections. I have sold the songs I want in the restaurant around Weiyang Lake, I have also sold the opera books I want on the pleasure boat, and also the legendary scripts I want for the ladies of the aristocratic families. I have also sold them. As I have gone there, I will know the Lingxiao Poetry Club."

"I have only literary talent, but I can only do some business to write for others all day long. If the paintings I paint, if signed by my own name, can be as little as dozens of coins or as much as a few taels of silver, can be replaced by Lu Wenhe's name. Just because he has an uncle who priest of the Imperial College, he can sell them dozens of times as much as me. I am not convinced, but for the sake of his livelihood, he has to do so."

Han Qi swallowed with difficulty, "How can they understand the literary talent of the noble ladies of Lingxiao Poetry Club? The first time I saw them traveling on the lake in the pleasure boat, I felt jealous and angry. Later, one day, my sister helped me deliver a message book and happened to see someone falling into the lake. She was watching the fun, but she was treated as a maid of the ladies and asked her to deliver clothes. In order to get a few rewards, she got on the pleasure boat, and then she saw two of them changing clothes."

Han Qi said that the more obscure the voice of the speech was, "I have excellent painting skills. I painted mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, fish, insects, birds and beasts at will, but I can't draw beauties. I thought, if I could draw a peerless beauty picture, I would definitely show my talent. I had a beautiful woman in my heart, but I only lacked one thing, a cinnabar mole..."

"I used a hundred colors to match, but I still couldn't match the most living cinnabar color. Later I thought, how to make the beauty picture come to life? Why not really beauties cinnabar mole? My sister mentioned it by chance that she had seen the cinnabar mole on the two girls' bodies, so I got upset."

"Miss Xu often goes to buy a library in Xicheng City. I happened to have some contact with that library. Therefore, I knew her movements. It was a coincidence that I was delivering a book to the library, but I happened to meet Miss Xu. She looked lost and walked on the street without looking at the road. She was almost knocked down by pedestrians. I saw that there was no servant beside her, so I followed her up."

Although Han Qi's voice was difficult, he could speak word by word. Huo Weilou asked him: "How did you kill her?"

"With a rope, I brought a total of five story books that day, and I was tied up with a rope. After I put down the story books, the rope was still on me. I strangled her to death. Then, I used the knife I carried with me to cut off the cinnabar mole on her arm. Together with the flesh, I went home and used the wax tanning method to tan the human skin into an almost transparent piece, which was more flexible and brighter than the thinnest cotton paper in the world. The cinnabar mole was a hundred times more realistic and beautiful than the color it was made."

Speaking of achieving the goal, Han Qi's words were still unrest, Huo Weilou stared at him, "What about the paintings you made?"

After much trouble, they killed and peeled the skin, but they did not find a beauty picture at Han Qi's home. The only one was imitated by Lu Wenhe's painting. Han Qi shook his head, "That painting still failed. I used the art of mounting painting to make rice paper and human skin combine into one, but I was not proficient enough, so I burned the painting. Because it was not drawn, I had to find the next target, and this target was almost effortless, because my sister saw both of them on the boat with cinnabar moles."

"Miss Feng had an affair with the young master of Li Duwei's family. That day, I learned that Mr. Li suddenly stopped going to Chunfenglou Wenhui, so I guessed that I had an appointment with Miss Feng, so the next day I followed Miss Feng, and later, I succeeded."

Huo Weilou's eyes were slightly sunken when he heard this. Han Qi spoke very carefully, as if he was not shy at all. He suddenly asked, "How did you kill Feng Wodan?"

Han Qi coughed lightly at this point, "I, I am ready to leave, so of course I strangled her to death. That day, she and Mr. Li separated and went to Chenghuang Temple alone to ask for a visa. It was probably because I wanted to ask for a marriage visa, but the girl didn't dare to go. After entering the temple gate, she came out again. Seeing that it was getting late, she wanted to take a shortcut to Weiyang Lake. I found an opportunity at that time."

Seeing him talking about murderous acts so calmly and indifferently, Huo Weilou frowned, "Where is Wei Ling?"

Han Qi stood up for a long time, and at this moment, he seemed to be weak and his back was a little hunched. "I saw the portrait of the second lady of the Wei family in Lu Wenhe. Lu Wenhe was very talented, but he used this talent to lure the lady of the aristocratic family. I could probably guess what he did to the second lady of the Wei family. That day, he happened to run into his bookstore and happened to see the second lady of the Wei family leaving. She saw me appearing and was very embarrassed and angry. She left very quickly. I guessed that they had done something unspeakable just now. When Lu Wenhe went to the account room to get the silver, I saw the painting covered by Lu Wenhe. The painting had just finished, and the ink was not dry yet. Lu Wenhe painted her very beautifully, especially the cinnabar mole with bright red chest..."

Huo Weilou asked: "When is this?"

Han Qi said: "Last the twelfth lunar month last year, before the Chinese New Year."

Huo Weilou went to see Sun Zhao. Today, Lu Wenhe was sent to the government jail. Sun Zhao and Wu Xiang interrogated him carefully. They were more careful about everything related to Wei Ling. Sun Zhao nodded, "Lu Wenhe said that his painting was painted at the end of last year."

"I didn't think about what to do at that time, but after Feng Wodan, I was not satisfied with the second painting, so I felt that I should find a third person. Although the second lady of the Wei family was a noble lady in the mansion, she was a very easy to deceive. Especially after the New Year, Lu Wenhe was unwilling to have a private meeting with her, so she even went to Fushun Street for three days and two days. I squatted on her at almost no time."

"I didn't want to do that day, but she went to the Hanmo Painting Museum to ask about Lu Wenhe's paintings. When I thought of Lu Wenhe's paintings, most of which I wrote for him, I was very angry. When she left, I followed her. I took the initiative to talk to her and told her that I had a painting of Lu Wenhe. He didn't believe it, but I knew Lu Wenhe's paintings too well. I described it for a moment and believed it, but I didn't have a rope on my body that day, so I had to strangle her to death."

"After strangling her to death, I threw her into Yuxi River..."

After Han Qi said this, he took a breath of exhaustion. Huo Weilou stared at him, "What kind of knife are you using to peel it?"

"It's the knife used to cut paper at home."

Huo Weilou looked at Han Qi's hand. Although his hand was hanging beside him, he could still see that it was very clean, and there was no trace of scar on his hand. "Where are the two paintings you painted behind?"

Han Qi said silently: "It all failed and burned, especially after the second lady of the Wei family died that day, it alarmed the government and made a big fuss. I was afraid that although my painting skills were good, I was afraid that others would see it. Later, there were still some flaws, so I burned them all."

He burned the human skin and took it all in vain. Huo Weilou looked at Han Qi coldly, and suddenly glanced at Ning Xiao. Ning Xiao understood and stepped forward and twisted his arm. Han Qi was shocked and struggled subconsciously, "I have already taken it, can I still use torture?"

While struggling, he was still pressed by Ning Xiao with his arms pressed forward. His hands were twisted behind him. He wanted to struggle, but he was not properly struggling. Cold sweat overflowed on his forehead, watching him being suppressed by Ning Xiao and his shoulders were dislocated.

Huo Weilou didn't say a word, but soon Ning Xiao let him go.

"Marty, he has both arms and his strength is not as strong as a martial artist, but he is not small."

Han Qi was struck by the shoulders of the suffocation, and when he heard this, his body stiffened. He did not show any confusion on his face, as if he knew what Ning Xiao meant. He moved his lips and said, "My shoulders occasionally hurt, especially the left arm, which is an old problem..."

Huo Weilou looked at him coldly with his phoenix eyes, "What you said just now is what your sister told you."

The murderer's left arm was different, but Han Qi did not have such a situation. Although he explained the cause and effect before and after the three of them were killed, he could not disguise this. The reason why he thought the murderer should be a man was because the murderer was clean and neat and the ordinary woman did not have such fierceness. But today he learned that Han Qi's sister had defeated the gangsters who bullied her.

When Huo Weilou's words were settled, Han Qi's shoulders and backs trembled. No matter how calm he was, he was just a poor scholar. It was not easy to tell the situation of the three people being killed in front of Huo Weilou. However, Huo Weilou's doubts came one after another, and there was always a time when he had no time to take care of them.

He pursed his lips, his voice even more hoarse, "No... No, my sister is just a miserable person, how could she harm people? Everything is my fault. I now know that killing people should pay for their lives, so I sent her away. I will ask you to help me, I will do anything. Please don't implicate innocent people."

The wind and rain outside the door were not small at all. The rain curtains were swaying in the wind, and even the steps at the door were stained with water. Listening to the crackling sound, Huo Weilou felt a little uneasy in his heart. He suddenly waved to Ning Xiao. When Ning Xiao approached, he ordered: "Go ahead and see if there are no one who sends Bo Ruoyou back to his house back."

Ning Xiao's expression changed slightly. After responding, he hurried to the front hall. As soon as he left, Huo Weilou did not say a word. He only waited for a while before he came back.

Ning Xiao said: "Marty, the man has not returned yet. It has only been a while since they have walked slowly on the road. It has rained too heavily."

Seeing Huo Weilou frowned, he said again: "The people sent are all elite, you don't have to worry."

Huo Weilou suppressed uneasy and looked at Han Qi again, "Although you describe the methods of murdering the three people, the traces left on the body indicate that the murderer's left hand is weaker than the right hand, either he was injured or had any disability."

As he said that, Huo Weilou looked at Han Qi's hand, "You have calligraphy, painting, writing and ink at home, and you can also frame paintings, but you still have many seals and jade carvings in your home. It shouldn't be you who do these."

Han Qi raised his eyes solemnly, "It's me, it's me--"

Huo Weilou sneered, "There are people who use swords all year round, and there are some scars on their hands, but your hands are just a pair of hands holding pens. Your sister is both strong and good at using swords. It is not difficult for her to kill people, not to mention that it was your sister who went to the pleasure boat that day, not you. As for Wei Ling, either you imitated the painting and was seen by your sister, or even your sister had seen that painting."

Han Qi was a little anxious, and his cold sweat was even worse. Huo Weilou stared at him for a moment and suddenly said, "Your sister was born in poverty and disabled, and her appearance was even more ordinary. Even though you favored her very much and bought her clothes and makeup, she was still not satisfied. She felt insidious and inferior. Therefore, when she saw noble girls from aristocratic families recite poems and make the moon elegant and noble, she felt jealousy in her heart, so she squatted in the dark and followed her, and finally found an opportunity to kill. No wonder they could not tell what she looked like, because she was a monster hidden in the dark and could not see the light. How dare she let people remember her appearance?"

Han Qi was not sure whether he was cold or angry, but his body began to tremble. Huo Weilou said again: "You are quite talented and knowledgeable, but you have such a sister. Now, for her life, you have come to blame her. People like her are not worthy of being called a human being. You are also a student husband and indulging her to this point. Why are you worthy of doing things like writing?"

Han Qi's eyes were slightly red when he heard this, and his hands that were close to his cuffs were clenched into fists. His teeth were clenched, and his already blue-white face was even more bloody. Huo Weilou looked at him for a moment and suddenly said, "She is still in the city, right?"

Han Qi lowered his head and said without saying anything. Huo Weilou said again: "She killed people, but you are the one who came to take the blame. She is so at ease that she lives in the world. It can be seen that she treats you with ruthlessness."

Han Qi's teeth were biting tighter, "No... people, I really killed people. My sister's life is hard, and this has nothing to do with her."

Huo Weilou's eyes suddenly became cold, "It seems you have to suffer a little."

Huo Weilou looked at Ning Xiao, and Ning Xiao and two embroidered envoys stepped forward, one left and one right, took Han Qi out of the side hall. Han Qi knew what he was about to endure, but he didn't even shout or make trouble, but his face turned pale.

If it were in the past, Han Qi would have given him some time to spend it, but today Han Sheng has not revealed his traces. Either he has escaped from the capital and gone further and further, or he hid somewhere and disappeared at any time. This is a case of three lives. Huo Weilou really does not need to give Han Qi patience. It is necessary to ask Han Sheng's whereabouts quickly.

Sun Zhao walked up and said, "Marty, look at his very strict mouth, I don't know if it's use of torture?"

Huo Weilou sneered, "Just a scholar, his life is hard, and writing for others is the greatest grievance he suffers in daily life, but he has never tasted the taste of not being able to survive and not being able to die. As long as he doesn't give him the chance to commit suicide, he will always say it with the means of the direct commander." He glanced at the corner of the wall, "It's just a difference between a stick of incense and an hour."

These words made Sun Zhao feel a little cold on his back. At this time, another muffled thunder roared in the sky, and the thunder sounded louder, which made Huo Weilou's heart even more gloomy. He felt uneasy again. Could it be that Han Sheng had really escaped from the city?

The rain was quite heavy, and Sun Zhao frowned and said, "The rain is really terrifying today." He turned to see that Huo Weilou's clothes were still wet, so he couldn't help asking, "Mr. Marquis, do you want to go to Xiaguan to rest in the residence of the government office for a while?"

Huo Weilou would not go, so he ordered an embroidered suit to urge Ning Xiao to get faster. This time, Ning Xiao did not let him wait for a long time. After two incense sticks, Ning Xiao came up with a blood-stained certificate in his hand. "Marquis, half of the attack, he fainted. He said that he was just trying to leave the city today and did not dare to let Han Sheng walk in front. He went to try and was indeed taken away."

Huo Weilou tightened the black jade ring on his finger, "Today, Han Sheng must be near the city gate!"

Ning Xiao nodded and said, "He said that Han Sheng was elusive in the past two days and only returned home late at night. He didn't know where Han Sheng had gone, but he was outside all day long. On the day Lu Wenhe was taken to the Marquis' Mansion for the first time, he bought the paintings signed by Han Qi from Han Mo Library one after another. Han Sheng was very uneasy at that time, and even said he was leaving Beijing."

"But he didn't know that Han Sheng was murdering people at that time, so he was naturally unwilling to do so. It was only when the embroidered robbers went to the Xu family and the Xu family's affairs were caused that Han Sheng told him the truth. This morning, they really had the idea of ​​leaving the city. He was taken away at this time, and he didn't know where Han Sheng would go, but--"

Ning Xiao's voice sank, "But he said Han Sheng was very nervous because Han Sheng knew that a powerful female coroner had come to Jingzhao Mansion. He said that Han Sheng had seen a female coroner performing a autopsy by the river with his own eyes."

Huo Weilou suddenly sat upright, "Han Sheng has seen Bo Ruoyou?"

Ning Xiao nodded, "That's what he said. It must be the first day when Wei Ling had an accident. Bo Corps followed Captain Wu and the others to the river for autopsy. At that time, there were many people around him, and Han Sheng was afraid that he would hide it in it."

Wu Xiang then stood by the door and immediately agreed when he heard this.

Huo Weilou suddenly stood up, Sun Zhao and Ning Xiao were both shocked, Ning Xiao said, "The Marquis is worried about Bo Corps? She must have arrived at home at this time-"

Huo Weilou certainly knew that Bo Ruoyou had returned home, but he was very worried about some reason. Hanmo Calligraphy and Painting Museum was in Changxingfang. Han Sheng went to Hanmo Calligraphy and Painting Museum several times recently, and Bo Ruoyou also went there after Lu Wenhe was taken back to the Marquis' Mansion for the first time. Especially this afternoon Bo Ruoyou followed him to the South Gate, and at that time, Han Sheng might have watched them nearby.

Huo Weilou didn't dare to think deeply, so he ordered: "Prepare the frame."

Sun Zhao couldn't help but step forward, "Where is the Marquis going?"

"No, prepare horses-"

Huo Weilou said as he strode out the door. Sun Zhao hurriedly ran to get the umbrella standing beside the door, but before he opened the umbrella, Huo Weilou had already walked into the night rain quickly. Ning Xiao ordered a few embroidered clothes to stay in the yamen and followed with others. The wind and rain night walking was ordinary for them, but now in the capital, when did Wu Zhaohou, the dignified Hou of Huo Weilou, pass by like this in the rain?

Seeing this, Sun Zhao became worried and hurriedly asked Wu Xiang to follow him and take a look.

When he walked to the government office, Huo Weilou was already wet. Before the yamen, the embroidered clothes were holding a horse while waiting. Huo Weilou turned over his horse, raised his horse whip and rode his horse straight towards Changxingfang.

...

The wind was howling, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the window frame, adding a bit of turbulence to the already cold night. Bo Ruoyou untied her clothes while thinking about the rouge he had tested. As soon as she took off her first outer robe, the candle placed on the table behind her suddenly shook. Her eyes subconsciously drooped, and she saw the shadows inexplicably on the ground in front of her.

"who--"

As soon as he shouted half a sound, a cold with water vapor suddenly approached. The next moment, a thin and tough rope suddenly fell on her neck, and then suddenly strangled, almost immediately making Bo Ruoyou's eyes dark.

The people behind her were obviously prepared, and they strangled her neck and took a few steps back, causing her to tilt backwards. The weight brought by the falling body made the rope break her neck.

The severe pain made Bo Ruoyou subconsciously tilt his neck. She fell to the ground halfway. He noticed the way to kill her. Fear hit her heart. His hands struggled to grab the rope back. She first touched a pair of thin hands. The person who came tightly tied the rope, and his knees pressed against her back. She instantly suppressed her and had no power to fight back.

Tears immediately overflowed from the corner of Bo Ruoyou's eyes. This was her boudoir. Why did anyone dare to go into her home to do evil? The technique was so cruel that if Cheng Yunzhi and the others were not alarmed, she would really be strangled to death here.

She used all her strength to grab the hand behind her, but even though her nails scratched the back of the person's hand, his strength was not loose at all. Bo Ruoyou's face turned red, but she was weak, and in such a position that was beneficial to the murderer, she had no room for resistance. She tried hard to kick the stool not far away to make some noise, but the person saw her thoughts, pulled her away from the table and chairs with a knot.

Bo Ruoyou was dragged, and the pain was half lost. The suffocating despair made the consciousness slowly withdraw. Apart from the subconscious movement of his hands and feet, there was no other way to save himself. But at this moment, the rope on his neck suddenly loosened slightly, and a cold hand stroked the left back shoulder, and pulled her struggling and loose inner robe down.

This moment of loosening gave Bo Ruoyou a chance to survive. She gasped heavily and her thoughts also turned in a dull pain. The rope under her was thick and thin, with familiar killing techniques, and the hand that fell on her left shoulder.

Her eyes, filled with tears, suddenly widened, and she knew the identity of the person coming!

But before she could even exclaim, the rope on her neck suddenly tightened again, and at the same time, she heard a hoarse voice that looked like a man and a woman.

“What an unexpected gain.”

Under the bright fire candle, Bo Ruoyou's white and porcelain-like left back shoulder, a bright cinnabar mole as charming as snow and red plum. Bo Ruoyou certainly knew what he was talking about, thinking about how the wound she had personally examined was dripping flesh and blood, and the bone-bone coldness climbed onto her back like a snake...

Tears unconsciously slid from the corners of her eyes, and the strength on her body was about to disappear. Her struggling legs and feet gradually couldn't move, and her hands stretched to the back of her head were also weakly hanging. When the last trace of Qingming disappeared, Bo Ruoyou shouted a name in her heart with all her strength.

Huo Weilou...
Chapter completed!