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Chapter Twenty

The wooden structure of this small building, sitting north to south, they came in from the backyard in the north, and now they go round to the main entrance in the south, and they saw a brass lock on the door.

In the past, when encountering such a thing, it is natural that this summer, there is an adult next to her right now. She really does not want to be too diligent.

"Since it's locked," she respectfully said, "sir, why not come again tomorrow?"

Lu Yi didn't seem to hear her at all, and commanded: "Open, don't make any noise."

Unable to do this summer, I had to pick up the three pieces tied around my waist, pick out one of the thin and long silver picks, bend down to align with the keyhole, and poke it lightly again and again. After the click, the brass lock Opened.

Lu Yi looked at it and asked faintly: "This unlocking skill is also taught by Yang Chengwan?"

"That's not true," he said, and he cleared the head for this summer. "There was a prisoner in the original prison. No one came to visit him. There was no silver in his body. He had good wine. He asked me to buy him a pot of wine every three minutes. Teach me unlocking skills in exchange. I thought about how much skill does not crush, so I bought him. After learning for a small period of six months, he was asked to cut off, and he couldn't learn."

As she said, she pushed the door open a small gap and flashed into it. After Lu Yi came in, she closed the door again.

Listening to her tone was quite melancholy, but I didn't know whether it was a pity for the prisoner, or a pity that she didn't learn it all. Lu Yi looked at her through the moonlight outside the window, then turned her eyes and looked at the scene in the house...

Directly opposite the door was a red lacquered corset, horseshoe, foot, and angled rack table, with a large empty lacquer plate on it. Behind the table are screens painted with palace figures, all of which are ordinary things.

Bypassing the screen from the left, the black wooden stairs lead straight to the second floor.

When I stepped on it this summer, I heard a creak of the plank underneath, and another creak. On weekdays, the rules of the wooden stairs in some years are to be creaky, but when the night is quiet, the movement is really harsh.

Frowning her brow, she had to go up as lightly as possible, and as she approached the second floor, she suddenly saw a pair of green eyes at the stairs...

She stiffened, her eyes were dry, and she blinked.

Lu Yinyin's eyes also blinked, staring straight at her.

Taking a deep breath this summer, retreating calmly, calmly, step by step, is hitting Lu Yi who came upstairs.

"He seems to be above. Hearing that the soul of injustice is the most fierce, we still don't disturb him, let's go quickly!" She wanted to squeeze from him, no matter whether Lu Yi walked or not, she wanted to withdraw anyway.

His eyesight is much stronger than this summer, and Lu Yijing does not move automatically, holding her hard, looking at the green eyes and saying, "That's a cat."

"Ah?" Suddenly stunned this summer, he turned his head and looked back, still unable to see clearly, and learned the rattle in his mouth, "Squeak... creak..."

"Meow, meow, meow."

Green eyes responded enthusiastically to her, arched her body, and her hairy tail swayed in the moonlight.

This summer Dayton was relieved.

"Now should you let go?" Lu Yi was not good at speaking.

Turning around this summer, I found that I unconsciously grabbed Lu Yi's collar tightly and quickly loosened it. Seeing that the robe was messed up, I apologized for him again.

"Sure enough, it's awesome."

Lu Yi sneered, opened her hand and went straight upstairs.

The cat jumped off the stair railing and didn't recognize it, meowing, and still rubbing under Lu Yi's feet. This summer I saw clearly that this is an orange tabby cat, with a fat head and a fat brain, and a smooth and smooth coat.

"Is it Zhou Xian's cat? Because she misses the Lord, she stays in the small building and doesn't leave?" She followed upstairs and guessed wildly, "...Maybe Zhou Xian's soul is attached to it. Body?"

The fat cat scrambled hard to rub his head on the boot surface, and Lu Yi lifted his foot disgustedly to set it aside. The fat cat would rub back firmly, rubbing harder.

"Look, it wants to avenge you."

This summer seems to have read the fat cat's voice.

"Why do you think there must be grievances in Zhou Xian's case?" Lu Yi suddenly asked.

I was shocked this summer. I realized that I just called it "unjust soul". Now I say "injustice". Although they are all unconscious, they have revealed their views on the case.

"I'm just guessing." She wanted to stifle it.

Lu Yi nodded: "It turns out that the six doors are so investigating the case. Just by guessing, I will predominate."

"Hey! You..." This summer was annoyed by him, annoyed, "How can it be called first-in-first. This is the Xiuhe section, and he is solely responsible for it. Where is this stupid person in the world carrying stones and smashing his feet. If it is Zhou Xian has greedy these 100,000 two river repairs, he should be absconding with the money, how could he hang himself?"

The fat cat meowed under his feet, seeming to echo her words.

Lu Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you not think he committed suicide in fear of crime?"

"I……"

Only half of this summer, I heard a hoarse voice downstairs shouting: "Who? Who is on it?"

The post is in charge of an old man who is over sixty years old. His voice is very loud. He walks slowly. From the summer he heard his voice, and then he went upstairs with a lantern and trembling. In front of her, she used a tea kung fu.

The fat cat murmured, swaying its thick tail, and rubbed past as usual with passion. The old man stooped and struggled to pick up the cat and hug him.

"Old man, did you raise this cat?" He passed the catch-up card this summer and couldn't help but ask, "What did it grow up to be so fat?"

"It will eat two meals of lard bibimbap sooner or later."

"What! Two meals sooner or later! Bibimbap!"

This summer, he was greatly indignant. Looking at the cat's eyes was full of envy and jealousy.

"The two of you came to investigate the case?" The old man moved the card closer to the lantern and saw the word "catch" above, "No one told me. How did you come in?"

"I don't like to disturb too many people when I investigate the case." Lu Yi said lightly, "Are you a postman here?"

The lantern was dim, and the old man didn't see Lu Yi's flying fish robe for a moment. He explained to him this summer: "This is Jin Yiwei's experience, Master Lu Yilu."

Hearing the five words of Jin Yiwei's experience, the old man hurriedly put the fat cat and lantern into the hands of this summer, and saluted respectfully to Lu Yi: "The humble Wang Chi, see Master Lu."

"Have you been in charge of the house here?" Lu Yi asked.

"Yes."

"When did Zhou Xian live in?"

"You're talking about Mr. Gongzhong Langzhong Zhou, he came just after the winter solstice last year." Lao Wangtou sighed, "I didn't expect him to hang himself."

The cat was very heavy and very sticky. It was difficult to lift the lantern this summer, and put the fat cat on his shoulders.

"You tell the story again and again." Lu Yi ordered.

The old king has talked about this matter several times in the past few days, but Lu Yijin's experience is in the same position, and there is a kind of anger and demeanor during his speech, which makes him dare not be negligent. It is still detailed from beginning to end. Talked about it.

"That night, Master Zhou didn't come back very late, and his face didn't look good. The book boy told me that the smoked cage was not warm enough, so I would raise a brazier. Later, I came back to sleep and saw it upstairs early next morning. The window was open, and I thought that Mr. Zhou had already got up. As a result, when I went upstairs to see, I found that Mr. Zhou was already suspended on the beam."

The old king's head pointed to the top of his head this summer. The latter looked up at the beam at the top of his eyes and moved a few steps aside.

"Since it's self-sufficiency, there should be the sound of a stool kicked by him and smashing the ground. This floor is made of wood. The sound is definitely not small. Have you heard the movement?" asked this summer.

The old king's head pointed to the fat cat awkwardly: "Ahu often knocks things down. I usually get used to it, but I don't care if I hear it."

Ahu heard her name, "Meow", and flicked her tail in a good mood. She happened to sweep around her neck this summer, making her tickle.

"Where did the stool fall?" asked this summer.

"That's the stool." The old king's head motioned to her to look at a waist-slung drum-legged stool with a mud support. "I remember it seemed to be crooked here."

He was sneezed twice by cat hair and gave Ahu back to him overwhelmed this summer. Then he squatted down and looked at the stool by the candlelight of the lantern. Sure enough, he saw an obvious dent in the side paint. Then carry the lantern to check the ground...

"Did his book boy hear anything?" she wondered.

"The little book boy caught the wind and cold in those two days. After drinking soup at night, he fell asleep and fell asleep. I called him when I got up early."

At this time, Lu Yi had been standing quietly beside him, seeming to be thinking about something. After a while, he asked: "Zhou Xian has lived in since, how many times have you raised the brazier?"

"Only once that night."

"Is it particularly cold that day?"

"It rained that day, it was really cold. And when Mr. Zhou came back, his clothes and robes were wet by the rain, probably it was not cold."

"He didn't sit in the sedan chair?" Qi Dao said this summer. "Still not holding an umbrella?"

Lao Wangtou tried hard to think about it and said, "It's also strange that Master Zhou had always had a sedan before. I didn't know why there was no sedan to send him back that day."

Lu Yi turned to look at the window and asked, "Which windows were open that morning?"

Lao Wang headed forward to open the two windows on the northwest side: "It's these two."

As soon as the window opened, a gust of wind rushed in. Ahu "Mew" dissatisfiedly and arched into the arms. Lu Yi approached the window and looked out. Even if the moonlight is so good tonight, there is really no view, only the uneven houses.

"Master Zhou usually always opens the window here." Lao Wangtou was also puzzled.

This summer, I opened several south-facing windows and probed outwards, suddenly surprised: "This is right at the back garden of Guanyi, and the view is good!"

Lao Wangtou smiled and said, "Yes, this place has the best scenery, and there are peach trees underneath.

"It seems that Zhou Xian is no longer a person who loves flowers, and Bai Bai lives up to this wonderful spring." This summer he shook his head to see the three-drawer book case. The drawers were opened, and they were all empty. Needless to say, Zhou Xian's correspondence and other correspondence It must have been sent to the Yamen. The book case was also empty, leaving only the pen holder, inkstone, and washing.

"You can move the things above?"

She asked the old king.

The old king shook his head: "No, after the yamen came, they locked the door, and I never came back."

This summer, he stretched his fingers and rubbed on the bottom of the inkstone. He retracted his hands and looked carefully. There was only a slight ink mark on the fingers. It was also clean after washing.

"How?" Lu Yi asked.

"It seems that Zhou Xian has no leftovers." The words just fell, and he seemed to think of something this summer. He lifted lanterns to light up the walls, carefully illuminating them wall by wall...

Old Wangtou didn't understand what she was doing, but Lu Yi knew it.