The Famous Detective of the Red Mansions

Although the three Liu Yihu felt that the scene was weird and inexplicable, they didn't know the details, so they were far less shocking than Sun Shaozong.

Coupled with the fact that they have been guarding flammable and explosive materials like Prince Yizhong, they naturally understand the principle of "knowing less, safer".

Therefore, the three of them didn't mean to go deeper.

I was thinking about sending Sun Shaozong a gift to leave the house. Whoever thought he would rush into Prince Yizhong's study.

Although the study was sent to search every day, the three of them were still shocked when they saw this scene, and they screamed and chased them in:

"Master Sun!"

"Sir Thousand Households!"

"what are you going to do?!"

But when the three of them were kicking in and out of the door, they listened to Sun Shaozong yelling: "If you want to survive, stand at the door for the officer. Don't follow up!"

Liu Yihu immediately stood still. Although he was stationed at Yizhong Prince's Mansion, he belonged to Beizhen Fusi after all. He had long been like a thunderous to Sun Shaozong's deeds.

Therefore, he subconsciously obeyed Sun Shaozong's instructions.

As for the Jinpao eunuch, he was able to be the chief of the house here, relying on his cautious nature. Although he was a little inexplicable at this time, he chose to stop at the door.

Only the hundred households of the Nanzhen Fusi had originally resisted Sun Shaozong, and felt that they were on their own territory, and there was no need to bow their heads to Sun Shaozong.

So he entered in a hurry, and sneered at Sun Shaozong: "Sun Qianhu, this Prince's Mansion is not your place of prestige, right?"

"Prestige?"

Sun Shaozong pushed open the door of the inner bedroom and scanned the door for a few moments. He saw that there was only a slack, and turned around and sneered: "The jade that was just now was discovered by my officials yesterday when they were investigating the case- And to give it as a birthday gift to Prince Yizhong was just a decision made by Your Majesty more than half an hour ago!"

The three outside the door who can be sent to monitor Prince Yizhong are naturally not mindless idiots, so after a little pondering, they understand the key points, so they are all scared and sweaty.

"Big...sir!"

Liu Yihu tremblingly said outside: "This...isn't it possible? We are surrounded by three floors and three floors. How could someone rob you in front of you and leak the news from the palace to the lord?"

"Because of the incredible, this officer has to find out clearly! If anyone breaks in randomly and destroys the clues in this room, don't blame the officer truthfully report to the sage!"

Before the words finished, the hundreds of households in the Nanzhen Mansion had already fled out in a hurry. Sun Shaozong had already begun to patrol the house with a shy face and a few soft words.

The first thing I checked was the coffee table with two teas.

He wrapped the palm of his hand with his sleeve, flipped the two tea cups back and forth, frowned and asked: "The few secret whistle just now, did you say that the prince was in the study and stayed alone for an hour, never arrived? Go outside?"

While talking, he leaned down again and checked the two chairs next to the coffee table inch by inch.

"Exactly... Exactly."

The **** Jinpao responded outside the door, and then he hurriedly added: "There are always two people staring outside the window. The room has to be checked every day, and there is no secret way."

Gee~

This is really...

Sun Shaozong's brows tightened. When he walked in and saw the two teacups, his first thought was that Prince Yizhong was in doubt, but after careful inspection, he found that this speculation seemed to be wrong.

Because there is a mark of oily twist on one of the cups--not ordinary oily sweat, it should be the kind of greasy that touched meat without washing your hands.

Sun Shaozong sniffed carefully, and there was a faint smell of roast chicken.

But when I saw Prince Yizhong, his hands were clearly clean.

Could it be wiped clean?

Huh? !

Just thinking about it, he was going to look through the paper basket next to the desk, but Sun Shaozong suddenly made a new discovery-one of the chairs outside the vice-hand gap, is sandwiching a white hair!

This is of course not Prince Yizhong's hair, but the long hair on a pony tail.

Sun Shaozong wrapped the hair around his fingers and tried the softness. It seemed that it was not used as a brush.

As for musical instruments...

Looking around, there is only a Yaoqin in this study.

However, Sun Shaozong stepped forward to check and found that the strings were all made of fine silk.

and many more!

After Sun Shaozong inspected the material of the strings, he was about to turn his attention back to the ponytail hair, but suddenly found that the strings in the middle seemed to be a little dark in color and faintly glowing.

Looking closer, the black light seems to be a bit thicker than other places.

And it's not symmetrically thick, except that the inside and the upward side are a little bulging, but the outside and the bottom are fine.

Sun Shaozong hurriedly turned around and took a piece of white paper from the book table, carefully placed it under the string, and then carefully scratched the dark part of the string with his nails.

Some small things, with his scratching, partly penetrated between the nails, and partly fell on the paper.

When the fine scraps on the paper reached a certain level, Sun Shaozong carefully took the paper out, placed it in the sun and compared it with the crevices of his nails, and finally determined that this should be some sludge stained with grease.

Inferring from the way the sludge got on the strings, it was probably someone with grease on his hands who flicked the strings.

The oily handprints on the same teacup seem to have similarities.

This is even stranger!

If the hands are only covered with grease and can be wiped off with paper or towels, I am afraid that this dirty sludge can only be washed with water.

But the only basin of water in the house was crystal clear, and there was no trace of any use.

There is no trace of dampness in this room either-probably to prevent Prince Yizhong from playing tricks, there are only a few furnishings in the room, and the corners can be said to be unobstructed.

And changing the water midway, or pour the water out for cleaning, either leave a trace, or can't hide it from the outside monitor...

"Go to ask someone, the prince once invited the sewage to the outside."

Sun Shaozong gave a casual command, no matter who the three people at the door took the order, he turned his gaze to the desk.

The first thing I pay attention to is the inkstone on the table.

Seeing that there was some ink in it, Sun Shaozong took the brush and stirred it evenly, and drew a few strokes on the paper, but did not notice anything wrong.

This is the finest ink. If it is mixed with sludge oil, it will definitely affect the use effect, and it is impossible to feel it at all.

From this point of view, there should be nothing tricky in the ink...

"grown ups."

At this time, I heard Liu Yihu report from the outside: "The secret whistle on duty all said that the prince never came out after entering the door, let alone poured any sewage."

Gee~

This thing is really strange!

Seeing that there were no traces found everywhere, Sun Shaozong temporarily pressed the issue of hand-washing water to the bottom of his heart, and then focused on the pile of paper, the only rice paper with handwriting on it.

When is Chunhua Qiuyue?

Know much about the past.

The small building was windy last night,

The homeland is unbearable to look back...

The "Poppy of the Poppy" by the Queen Li of the Southern Tang Dynasty is an eternal swan song that talks about the pain of the country's subjugation. Based on the life experience of Prince Yizhong, and considering his identity as a traverser [homeland], it is quite appropriate.

Looking at the frenzied pen and dripping ink, it was obvious that Prince Yizhong had also brought his emotions into him.

but……

This mood is very different from the slightly complacent free and easy state of him just now.

In addition, this poem was not finished, it stopped abruptly in the middle of writing, and based on the analysis of the exaggerated length of the last stroke, it seemed that it was suddenly interrupted by something unusual.

"grown ups."

At this time, Liu Yihu reminded carefully: "No matter what the prince wrote, there will be deaf and mute children who are illiterate, who are specifically responsible for burning them, so the things on the paper must have been written by the prince."

What I just wrote...

Since Sun Shaozong hit the door, his brows have not been untied, and now they are even more tightly screwed together.

Just as the Jinpao **** was about to knock on the door, Prince Yizhong took the initiative to open the door.

Logically speaking, even if the crowd had already alarmed him when they asked the dark post outside, it would not cause too much shock because the distance was a little bit far away—at least it would not be reached. Let the last stroke be half a foot long. distance.

Combining this with some of the previous traces, it seems to be inferred that a visitor with oily hands suddenly appeared in the room and disturbed Prince Yizhong.

Then the man revealed to Prince Yizhong that someone was about to send a psychic treasure, and in some way, he quickly soothed the resentment and despair in Prince Yizhong's heart...

There must be a secret path in this room!

Otherwise, none of this makes sense at all!

Sun Shaozong searched the walls, floors, and even the roof carefully twice with an attitude of digging three feet into the ground.

however……

Nothing!

how can that be? !

Could it be that this secret path was meticulously crafted by craftsmen and could not be triggered by ordinary methods?

"Lord!"

At this moment, Liu Yihu and the three of them screamed together from outside the door.

Sun Shaozong got up and looked out. He saw that Prince Yizhong had gone back at some unknown time. He stood at the door and looked at the messy scene inside. After a long while, he burst into laughter.

He almost couldn't breathe with laughter, and beat his chest a few times, then said with a dumb voice: "Don't look for it. Even if you knock down and hollow out the entire study, you won't be able to find any secret passages."

As he said, he shook his head again and said, "But you can't be blamed. This Wang Mingming has seen The Dream of Red Mansions~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but when he saw the monk together, he also suspected that they came in through a secret tunnel. "

As he said, he suddenly showed expectation and murmured: "I don't know that Li Hentian's too illusory realm is like Deng Xuanqi."

What a monk together?

What is Lihentian too illusory?

Is this guy talking nonsense?

When Sun Shaozong was inexplicable, he suddenly thought of something and blurted out: "Which monk is holding a white whisk in his hand?"

Now it was Prince Yizhong's turn to be astonished, and wondered: "How would you know? Could it be that you have also met those two..."

Sun Shaozong naturally inferred from that long horsetail hair.

Seeing that he was right, Sun Shaozong was waiting for the victory and pursued, and then questioned some intelligence.

Who knows that when the words came to the lips, he heard Prince Yizhong shook his head and said: "No, if you know their origins, you won't be looking for them over and over again--no matter what you want, just don't forget to pass the message. Give me that brother."

As he said, he flicked the sleeve of his robe again and left for himself.

Sun Shaozong subconsciously chased for a few steps, but he heard what he muttered, "A Dream of Red Mansions is really a Dream of Red Mansions", "Too Unreal Realm", "Jinghuan Xiangu", "Sixty Years of Emperor's Dream", but he didn't want to expect it It's a fairy fate'.

The voice gradually became inaudible, but those words lingered in Sun Shaozong's heart, Ying Ying Chuuchuo was perplexed, and it made him fall into the fog of five miles.

Damn~

What exactly is written in this "Dream of Red Mansions"?

Isn't it a story of a love triangle and sadomasochism?

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