The Golden Hairpin

Two horses, one horse, one horse, passing through Anxingfang and Shengyefang, the streets and lanes are already lonely.

She ran to the tomb of Dong Zhongshu in Chongrenfang, got off the horse and hurriedly knocked on the door. The concierge opened the door to look at her, and looked down at her eunuch's clothes. With a smile on her face, she asked, "Who is the father-in-law looking for?"

"Your young master Zhou Ziqin." She said, showing him the little goldfish in her hand. He looked at it and said, "Oh, wait a minute."

She stood in front of Zhou's Mansion and watched Jiaotu ascend to the east, the closed-door drum of Chang'an City had already sounded, faintly coming from afar. She felt a little anxious in her heart.

Fortunately, there was movement soon inside. A young man rushed out. He was about less than 20 years old. He was about 20 years old. He was clear-cut and elegant. He wore a richly embroidered brocade. The color of his clothes was gorgeous azure and smoky purple. The tattoo, with a white jade belt engraved on the waist, is covered with jingle purses, incense pendants, and sapphire pendants. At first glance, it is a common dude on the street, but it looks more beautiful.

As soon as the boy saw her, he asked, "Little father-in-law, is King Kui looking for me?"

"Zhou Ziqin?" She asked back.

"Yes, it's me." He said, looking around, and hurriedly asked, "Is the prince useful to me? I heard that he spoke on the emperor for me, let me and my father go to Shu. , I'm finally going to catch my head! Hahaha A new phase of my life is about to begin..."

"Keep it down." She was anxious and couldn't bear the noise of this person, and said in a low voice, "The prince assigns you a job now, which is very suitable for you."

"Really? Better than catching fast?"

"Well, dig up the corpse."

"Sure enough, he is the king who knows me." Without asking the details at all, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "Wait a minute! I'll come with the tools!"

In Chang'an, when the hour is exhausted, six hundred "door-closing drums" will be beaten. When the last drumstick falls, the city gate will be closed. It will not be until five and three o'clock the next day, after four hundred "door-opening drums". Turn on.

It was getting darker and darker, and six hundred closed-door drums urged. Huang Zixian and Zhou Ziqin ran wildly on the street, heading straight towards the Golden Gate.

Almost as soon as the last drum fell, the city gate official yelled "Close the door", their horse rushed through the city gate and ran along the canal to the western suburbs of the city.

With the prosperous mountains and forests in the west of the city, Zhou Ziqin took her to Yizhuang with Qingche Shulu, and took a picture inside. Only a lone lamp was on. The old man Shouyizhuang had already fallen asleep.

Zhou Ziqin had already taken off the brocade clothes of the saucy bag, and wore only a brown bunting shirt all over his body. He took out a piece of iron wire from his sleeve, opened the door latch gently and skillfully, then quickly pushed the door and stretched out his hand, caught it the moment the door latch fell, and placed it silently on the next window sill.

Huang Zixian admired this man, his skill, how could he look like a dude who was all over Luo Qi, he was clearly a fox with perfection.

He hooked his finger at her, then crept in, opened the wooden cabinet, took out the booklet inside, and turned to the most recent page—

"There were 14 refugees in Youzhou, 12 males, and two females, all buried beside the pine forest in the shadow of Qishangang."

He moved his finger across the line, then silently pointed to a hillside outside, opened his lips, and made a "walking" mouth shape.

The two went out lightly, and he used a flat hairpin to move the latch back inch by inch, re-attached it with difficulty, and waved her to go.

Huang Zixia finally understood why Li Shubai asked her to find Zhou Ziqin, this guy is simply a habitual offender, his hands and feet are too flexible.

After walking a long distance, Huang Zixia finally asked: "You... used to do this kind of thing before? You seem to be very familiar with the road."

He was triumphant: "Yes, I just have such a hobby. I tell you that my kung fu is secretly practiced on this kind of dead body without an owner."

"The ability to open door latches is probably a must in Chang'an, right?"

"It's so so. I practiced for a long time."

"Actually, I would like to ask, the bolt on the window sill next to it seems to be able to be opened with just one stroke. Why do you have to go in through the gate?"

"Window...window sill?" Zhou Ziqin was silent, Huang Zixian walked far away, and finally heard a wailing behind him, "I wasted more than half a year's skills! Who can pay back the sweat I practiced day and night!"

When they reached the hillside, the horse they tied there was pacing.

Zhou Ziqin led the horse to the pine forest on the north side of the hill, and saw a piece of new land that had just been turned over, and knew it was here, so he took down the box hung on the horse's back before setting off, opened it and took out the folded **** and shovel. , And gave her a handful.

Holding the shovel in disbelief, she asked, "Do you even have this stuff?" Isn't this too professional?

"Shhh, don't mention it, this was also made by King Kui in the Arms Department. After being discovered by my father, I was almost beaten to death!" He burst into tears, and then took out a head of garlic and a piece of **** from the box. , A bottle of vinegar.

When Huang Zixia thought he was going to take out another steamed bun, he had already taken out two pieces of cloth, hammered the **** and garlic, and rubbed it on the cloth with vinegar, and then handed her one: "Cover, the body smells bad." of."

Huang Zixia remembered one thing, and said quickly: "It is said that these people died of the disease."

"Then you have to cover it even more. Just keep it tight." He said triumphantly, "Although it smells bad, this is a secret recipe from the ancestors."

Huang Zixia was barely stunned by the smell: "Isn't your father an official? Still inherited this kind of thing from the ancestors?"

"Of course it’s not my family’s ancestral recipe. It’s the secret recipe of Zhu’s family ancestor passed down to me by Uncle Zhu, the most famous masterpiece of Chang’an, after I begged for a long time and set it for several months."

She was silent, picked up the shovel and dug the soil with him. The corpse that was just buried today was not too hard to dig, and Zhou Ziqin wielded a **** in a similar fashion, and the speed was relatively fast.

Under the moonlight, Zhou Ziqin was digging, seemingly boring, and asked her casually: "You are the one next to King Kui...that Xinhuan?"

"..." Huang Zixia felt that if it were not for the cloth on his face, the twitches on his face would definitely make him understand what he was thinking. It's a pity that Zhou Ziqin didn't see it, and said there, "What's it called... Yang Chonggu, right?"

She gave a gloomy "um", after thinking about it, she finally asked, "What do you mean by that new love?"

"Ah? I don't know. Just listen to the legend in the capital. There is a pretty little father-in-law beside King Kui. King Zhao will not give it to King Kui. When I look at you, I guess it's you."

Listening to his heartless and upset words, Huang Zixia really didn't want to pay attention to this person, so she had to dig her head in grief and angrily.

He still asked without reluctance: "I heard that you will solve the case? Have you also solved the four plans?"

"It just happened."

"But you can break the Four Plans. I think you can already keep pace with the person I admire the most!"

"so so."

The moon was misty, the pine breeze was whistling, and the deserted countryside was empty. The two were talking and digging in the mountains. When something different in color from the soil appeared under the moonlight, Zhou Ziqin hurriedly said: "Wait, wait, let me see."

He jumped out of the shallow pit, put on a pair of thin gloves, then picked up the bone and looked at it, and said, "Yes, it's a burned corpse. But this is obviously a man's bone, you see that the hand bone is so strong. If we I am looking for a woman, so I have to look for it."

Huang Zixian squatted by the pit and said, "Yes, what I'm looking for is a woman, about forty years old, five feet three inches tall, of moderate build, good at playing the piano."

"Good." He rummaged in the dirt with a small shovel. It took a lot of effort to find the bones of the fourteen people, but the bones of the woman were naturally separated. He dug around, carefully identified it, and finally took out a lot of scorched objects.

As soon as she looked at the pile of bones and muscles that had been burnt half-dried, she knew that Li Shubai was right. Sure enough, the group of officers digging and burying after a hasty burn, did not implement the long-burning and deep burying requirement.

She put on the gloves by herself, and fiddled with the female corpse's hand first. After all, it was night, and things looked blurry, but they didn't have such a big impact. But the smell was a bit unbearable, even though the vinegar and **** and garlic were separated, the smell still poured into her nostrils.

She held her breath and told herself in her heart, Huang Zixia, you are someone who has even seen the corpses of your family. What are these.

The feeling of nausea and vomiting gradually subsided, and she tried to calm herself down, reaching out and looking at the corpse in front of her. I heard Zhou Ziqin say: "From the perspective of bones, the two female corpses below are both a little over five feet long. However, the other woman has a crisp bone and a slightly cramped body. She is about fifty years old. The bones should be the one you are looking for."

She carefully identified the charred skull of the female body and asked, "Is there any way to find out if there is a mole on the left eyebrow?"

"No, the moles and scars are on the epidermis, and the skin is already scorched. How can these still exist?"

"Then such a corpse, is there any trace of identity that can be identified?"

"Wait a minute, I'll look for it." He took out a leather jacket from the box, and when he opened it, the moonlight shone on the contents, shining brightly. Inside are various small knives, hammers and awls made of fine iron.

"The husband must sharpen his tools if he wants to do his job. My equipment is good, right?" He showed off, skillfully turning the bones over and over for examination for a long time, and then quickly dissected the remaining texture of the corpse. "You can't move your throat...finger." It is completely burnt and cannot be recognized; the eyes are dry and cannot be recognized; the ears are absent and cannot be recognized..."

Huang Zixia squatted by the pit, looking up at the moon. Zhou Ziqin struggled for a while, and concluded: "It is impossible to see the trauma at all."

She put her chin on her knees, and asked: "Before the corpse was burned, did the people in the household department not be tested? Is there any record in the booklet in Yizhuang?"

"This is a disease that died, so naturally no one will check it again. I just want to deal with it sooner and finish it sooner." Zhou Ziqin said, pointing to the box next to him, "The fourth row and the second frame, bring me the small bag. ."

Huang Zixia took out the cloth bag inside and threw it to him. He took out a thin silver medal the size of a little finger, a small bottle, and then dipped a cloth into the liquid in the bottle and wiped the silver medal vigorously. He waited until the silver medal was bright. He pinched the deceased's jaw and opened the corpse's mouth. He put the silver medal in, then closed his mouth again, sealed it with a piece of paper, and said, "Wait a moment."

Huang Zixian followed the head hunters in Shu County for a long time, and naturally knew that this was a poison test, and the silver medal was washed with saponins. After half an hour, if the silver medal was taken out, the deceased would be poisoned and died.

"The other woman's corpse, and the male victim's corpse, can you also find one and examine it like this?" Huang Zixia said.

"Okay." He said, sealing each of them.

She couldn't help but reminded her aloud, saying: "Remember to have a gastrointestinal test later. Last time, there was a woman in Shu County who was poisoned with poison after her death. As a result, she was only tested in her mouth, and she almost broke off by mistake. "

"Hey, there is such a thing?" Zhou Ziqin's eyes lit up immediately, climbed up and walked with her under the pine tree a little further away, took off the mask, and asked, "Why don't you talk about the case specifically?"

"It's nothing, it's simple." Huang Zixia thought about it for a moment, and said, "A young girl in Longzhou, Shu County suddenly died at home. This method used this method to test that she committed suicide by drinking drugs. But I...but I found that the woman was on her wrist because she was caught. Her bruises were not the grape pattern embossed on her bracelet, but another kind of pomegranate pattern. It was concluded that there must be other women pressing her hand before she died. So she searched carefully in her mouth and nose and found that it was dry. After interrogating her family, she discovered that it was her sister who had an affair with a neighbor and she ran into her. After her sister held her hand, the neighbor forced her to keep her secret, but died because of the lack of seriousness of the action and the stuffy mouth and nose. In a desperate situation, she was filled with poison in an attempt to create the illusion that she was suicide. Therefore, the poison can be detected in the throat but not in the abdomen, thus breaking the case."

Zhou Ziqin asked excitedly: "Really? But I don't know who is the person who is as careful as a hair and who perceives the truth of the case from a bracelet pattern?"

"...It's Guo Ming, the catcher of Shu County."

"Impossible! I have seen Guo Ming, with a big beard and a carefree look, how could he notice the pattern of bruises on a woman's hand!"

Helpless, Huang Zixian rolled her eyes at the moon that had risen above her head, and said, "I don't know about this."

"I have a guess. Could it be Huang Zixia, the daughter of Huang Shijun, the county guard?" Zhou Ziqin said suddenly, "I heard that she is very good at judging cases through clues."

"I don't know." Huang Zixian buried her head on her lap and looked at the moon for a long time before saying, "I seem to have heard of this person."

Zhou Ziqin seemed to not feel her indifference at all, and said happily, "I know at a glance that you haven't stayed in Chang'an before! Haven't you stayed in Shu County before? She is very famous in Chang'an and Shu County! There are more , Do you know why I am determined to be a writer and catcher? It's because of Huang Zixia!"

"Oh." She remained indifferent.

"Wait." He said, turning his head to take out a bag of things from the box and handing it to her, "Come on, divide you in half!"

She smelled a scent, and looked down, she couldn't help but feel sick: "We are here to dig the corpse tonight, did you come here with the roast chicken?" And what was dug was the burnt corpse!

"Oh, I haven't eaten dinner yet! When I went to get the vinegar, **** and garlic, I thought there was only this in the kitchen for easy carrying, so I wrapped it in a lotus leaf. My cook is very good at craftsmanship!"

The corners of Huang Zixian's mouth twitched slightly, she really didn't want to say anything to this person.

"Where did you just talk about it? Oh... Huang Zixia, Huang Shijun's daughter, is my sweetheart! My love! My dream!"

She said coldly: "You don't know her when she is standing in front of you, right?"

"How is it possible? Every time I pass by her wanted list at the gate of the city, I have to stop and take a look at her. It's so beautiful! The list is so pretty on the list. This is the real beauty, isn't it?"