Song Ruilong stretched his brows and said, "That monk said that he was unlucky and accidentally fell on Fan Chunxiang's body."

After Song Ruilong drank a cup of tea, he told Su Xianrong about the strange encounter of the pure-hearted monk, and Su Xianrong glared at him in surprise and said, "It seems that this pure-hearted monk is really unlucky."

Su Xianrong said: "Aunt Zhang's autopsy results have not come out yet, but I have already asked who Fan Chunxiang's lover is."

Song Ruilong put the teacup on the table and said, "Oh, tell me, who is his lover?"

Su Xianrong said: "Fan Chunxiang has a lover, named Guo Qixiu, who is from Guojiazhuang. He has loved reading since he was a child, and he was admitted to Xiucai at the age of thirteen, but ten years have passed now, and he is still a Xiucai. Coupled with the poverty of his family, the rich man Fan naturally did not agree with them being together. However, Fan Chunxiang's mother felt that her daughter's choice was not wrong, so she secretly helped Fan Chunxiang and Guo Xiucai to date. So as soon as Fan Chunxiang's mother saw the poem, she guessed Guo Xiucai. But Fan Chunxiang's mother didn't know how Guo Xiucai's fan was at the scene of the crime, and she didn't know why Guo Xiucai killed Fan Chunxiang. ”

Song Ruilong saw a figure moving slowly, and when he looked up, he saw Zhang Meixian walking in.

Song Ruilong immediately moved a chair for Zhang Meixian, asked her to sit down, and said, "Mother, what are the results of the autopsy?"

Zhang Meixian said with some pain: "The deceased was strangled to death by his hands after being violent. The nail marks on the neck were very clear, and the throat was snapped. The wound to her head is supposed to have been broken by a stone at the bottom of the dry well when she fell from the top of the dry well. The bones were broken, and the brains were cracked, and it was very cruel. Also, there were traces of rope on her wrists and ankles. It should have been the murderer before committing the assault on the deceased. I was afraid that she would resist, so I tied her hands and feet. The time of death is about three watches. Well, the rest is yours. ”

Song Ruilong's mood was very heavy, and he said, "Mother, don't worry." We'll be sure to find the killer for you. ”

Song Ruilong asked two officials to carry Fan Chunxiang's body back to the yamen, waiting for further examination, Zhang Meixian was fine, and followed back to the county office.

Song Ruilong took a fan from the scene of the crime and took Su Xianrong to Guo Qixiu's house in Guojiazhuang.

Guo Qixiu was drinking at home, and his expression looked very painful.

Song Ruilong and Su Xianrong didn't speak, but just sat quietly opposite Guo Qixiu.

Guo Qixiu didn't panic at all, he took out two more wine glasses and filled them. Holding a wine glass in one hand, he handed it to Song Ruilong and Su Xianrong respectively, and said, "The one who comes is a guest, please drink this cup to the fullest of the two guests."

Song Ruilong didn't know what Guo Qixiu was drinking for, but he thought it should be related to Fan Chunxiang's death.

Song Ruilong took the wine glass, drank it all, and said with a smile: "Good wine!" Guo Xiucai, I thought you could only dance and write, but I didn't expect your alcohol to be so good. ”

Guo Qixiu toasted herself. Said: "It's bad to send people to talk badly, whoever says that literati must have to dance and write." You can't drink! Like the poet fairy Li Bai, do you know? The great poet, his poems are all obtained from wine, if there is no wine, how can there be wine today, drunk today, draw a knife to cut off the water and flow more famous sentences? No alcohol. Li Bai's poems are not poems. Therefore, since ancient times, the sages have been lonely, and only the drinkers have left their names. Without wine, all poetry is bullshit. ”

Guo Qixiu was drunk, and the logic of what he said was unclear, and some sentences were not smooth. However, from his words, Song Ruilong understood what he wanted to express, which was nothing more than that his article could not be taken seriously by the people above, and he had no blood to spare.

Su Xianrong looked at Song Ruilong and put down the wine glass in his hand, and said, "Brother Song, can you ask anything about him when you look like this?"

Song Ruilong said: "There is a way to spit out the truth after drinking, and his appearance may be able to provide us with some useful clues."

Song Ruilong poured down the wine glass and said, "Guo Xiucai, Bencha has already drunk your wine, and now Bencha has a few questions I want to ask you about."

Guo Qixiu spit out the wine in his mouth in pain and said, "Chunxiang is dead." Haruka is dead, what's the point of me being alive? It's all that stinky monk, and he killed Haruka. ”

Su Xianrong asked a little strangely, "How do you know that Chunxiang was killed by a monk?"

Guo Qixiu said bitterly: "The people in the entire Fanjiazhuang know that in the dry well where Chunxiang died, only the monk is inside. If the monk hadn't killed him, how could she have died? ”

Guo Qixiu said in pain again: "Why did you kill Chunxiang? You've got her body, why would you kill her? As long as she lives, as long as she lives, no matter what becomes of her, I will marry her. But now it's good that she's dead. I couldn't even see her body. Can't go see either, Haruka, you wait, I'll go on a date with you soon. ”

Song Ruilong took out the fan with love poems written on it, let Guo Qixiu take a look, and said, "Do you know whose fan this fan is?"

Guo Qixiu's eyes widened, looked at the fan, and said, "Fan? Let me see. ”

Guo Qixiu grabbed the fan with both hands and said bitterly: "The fan is mine." The poem on the fan was also written by me to Haruka. The daughter of the Fan family looks like a flower, and the flowers in spring are not as good as her. The fragrant wind is intoxicating, and the wonderful appearance is praised by the world. The portrait on the fan is Haruka. I drew it. ”

After Guo Qixiu finished reading the poem, Song Ruilong took the fan back in his hand and said, "The fan is really yours."

"Give it back!" Guo Qixiu stretched out his right hand and wanted to take the fan back.

As soon as Song Ruilong's hand shrank, the fan reached Song Ruilong's chest.

Guo Qixiu glared at Song Ruilong with some anger and said, "Give me back the fan."

Song Ruilong raised the fan above his head and said, "If you want a fan, you have to tell me, how did your fan appear next to Chunxiang's corpse?" Did you give it to Haruka? ”

Guo Qixiu shook his head and said, "Chunxiang doesn't want it, Chunxiang said that he wanted me to ask for that fan after I won the first place in high school." Last night, I put the fan at the head of my bed, and when I woke up in the morning, the fan was gone. ”

"Give it back! Give me back the fan! Guo Qixiu is still asking Song Ruilong for a fan.

Song Ruilong said to Su Xianrong: "Go to the kitchen and scoop a bowl of water."

Su Xianrong nodded, got up and went to the kitchen. Soon, Su Xianrong walked to Song Ruilong's side with a bowl in his hand.

Su Xianrong knew what Song Ruilong was going to do, he was helping Guo Xiucai sober up. (To be continued......)