When the Liu family came to the kung fu, Bo Ruoyou continued to check the clues.

She had seen inside and outside the house, the doors and windows were indeed locked from the inside. Although there was a hole that was the size of a fist in the back window of the study, the cup and bowl were still in and out, but it was difficult for people to enter and exit. The hole was very far from the window, so there was no possibility that the murderer would use the mechanism to close the window from the inside.

Bo Ruoyou went back to the bedroom and carefully checked the bed tent. She searched the whole room but had not found a bloody weapon, but found a strange blood mark on the bed tent.

She waved, "Look at the headmaster, does this blood mark look like it's hit."

The bed tent is indigo, and the place wet with blood is dark, and it is a round shape with no finger marks and no palm lines. Bo Ruoyou used his fist to compare it to the forehead of the dead, "From here, you can hit the bed post."

Wu Xiang came over to check. Although there was no blood on the bed post, the bed tent was thick, which could indeed block the blood. Bo Ruoyou stood in front of him and gestured, "The deceased was about the same magnitude as me. If he stood here and ran up, it would indeed hurt his forehead."

She went to see the tiny blood stains on the bed again, and Wu Xiang frowned, "So, is the deceased really committing suicide? She started crazy, then hit her upwards, bleeding, and then lay on the bed in a daze, and then died of excessive blood loss?"

Bo Ruoyou did not immediately talk. She checked the bedside for a while and then went to see the deceased's collar. "The deceased's collar has a lot of blood on the collar, and there is blood on the right chest and shoulders and back. The blood on the shoulders and back may have been lying down and flowing down, but the blood on the chest must be only when sitting while standing, which means that the deceased did not lie down immediately after being injured."

Wu Xiang looked around the room, "The house was quite neat when it came, and there was no sign of fighting. If she was murdered and the room was in a strict manner, it would be a bit unreasonable. However, she had been imprisoned here for half a year. She suddenly committed suicide because she couldn't bear it or was she conscious?"

Wu Xiang touched his chin, "I always feel that something is strange."

Bo Ruoyou's eyes were wandering around the house. If an ordinary person used the method of hitting the pillar to commit suicide, the possibility of success was not high. Because of pain and death, people were afraid of it, and it was inevitable that they would be retained when they were exerted. However, when the master said that the deceased were crazy, she felt that the possibility of suicide was indeed there. The wound on her forehead was eaten by maggots, and it was difficult to distinguish the state of the injury. Only by examining the skull can we know the details. After waiting for a while, the Liu family had not appeared.

The nun reported to the official, Wu Xiang rushed here, and after inspection, he returned to the capital to find her. This time it took a lot of effort, but they all arrived, but the Liu family had not arrived yet. Seeing the sun setting in the west, the dark clouds were covered with thin eyebrows.

Wu Xiang also went out and entered the door again, and said angrily: "This master is not sure whether he really doesn't know or deliberately conceals it. It's extremely difficult to ask about his identity just now. Now he only knows how to recite scriptures, and says that the doors and windows of the house are locked, and this girl is committing suicide."

"Is it because I am afraid that I dare not say it?"

Wu Xiang sneered, "It should be true. These temples rely on the support of nobles to make a living. They say they are self-cultivation, but they have become personal belongings to the powerful. If it had not been for the death of this time, I would have been afraid that outsiders would not have known that a woman was locked up here."

Bo Ruoyou was helpless, "She has been imprisoned for a few days, can she say it?"

"It was said that I didn't open the door nine days ago and got angry. But at first I could still hear the conversation. I put the meal at first and didn't eat it. However, I could see that one or two steamed buns were missing on the table in the back window, so everyone ignored it. Recently, the temple was going to prepare for rituals, which was a profitable business, so no one cared about her."

Bo Ruoyou thought of two younger nuns when he entered the door, "The teacher is so reluctant to say that, where are those two nuns?"

Wu Xiang shook his head, "It's also tight-lipped."

Bo Ruoyou had a headache, and then his eyes fell on the dead body. He remembered the old scars, which vary in size and were distributed in secret places such as the buttocks, thighs, vests, etc. Some seemed to have been beaten, and some seemed to have been burned. Although it was not fatal, it seemed to have been abused. Thinking of her as a lady from the Liu family, Bo Ruoyou felt even more and more strange.

Seeing her looking at the dead body again, Wu Xiang remembered her desire to speak but stopped, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with this Miss Liu?"

Bo Ruoyou pondered for a moment, "She had given birth to a child."

"There are scars on the lower abdomen and birth injuries, but they have recovered. She said she was sent here half a year ago. She gave birth to a child at least half a year ago. Unfortunately, the lower abdomen is seriously rotten, and it is impossible to determine when the birth injuries were left."

Wu Xiang couldn't help but open his eyes wide, "She is the Miss Liu family and has not been married. Could it be...Is it because of this that she sent someone here? But if she had given birth to a child, where is the child?"

Bo Ruoyou shook his head, "I have to wait for the Liu family to come to find out."

Wu Xiang frowned and looked out. A piece of dye-like clouds spread out in the sky, like fire. The sun fell into the clouds and was about to fall below the horizon. It was getting late, but the Liu family had not yet appeared.

"Not only that, she has many small scars on her body, which seem to be left behind after being abused. If she were Miss Liu and Jin Zun and Yugui, how could she be abused?"

Wu Xiang sighed lightly, "After the Liu family lost their title, several juniors in the family were not good at it. Now only the head master has a free time in the court. The others have changed their careers to business. I don't know which daughter this seventh lady is, but if it is said to be abused, it would be a bit strange."

Bo Ruoyou sighed, got up and walked towards the main hall. There were only three upper rooms, and only the main hall was empty. There was nothing except a set of tables and chairs and two empty high cabinets. Bo Ruoyou looked around and his eyes fell on the door bolt.

"When the captain comes, the door latch is broken?"

Wu Xiang nodded, "Yes, the door latch was broken, and the handle on it was loose. It was indeed knocked open by force."

Bo Ruoyou sighed a little, and still felt that it would take a test to determine whether it was suicide. However, the body was covered with blood on its head, face, shoulders and back, and no other clues were found in her hands, feet and limbs, which made her feel a little suffocated.

Bo Ruoyou looked at the broken door latch with a calm face and looked at it. The door latch had been used for many years, and the surface was gray and black, and the broken areas were uneven. It was indeed broken. Bo Ruoyou looked carefully for a moment but did not find any inappropriateness. At this time, she closed the opened door again. Wu Xiang looked at it and said, "I have tried it. It is indeed used in this door, which is very suitable."

Bo Ruoyou closed the broken door bolt, as Wu Xiang said. She nodded, but as she turned around, her eyes fell on the door leaf.

The door leaf was also old and usually no one was scrubbing. There was a thin layer of dust on it. However, on the door leaf on her left, there was a darker color than around it. She raised her hand and frowned quickly.

"When the captain came, could someone have scrubbed here?"

Wu Xiang frowned, "What are you doing when scrubbing here? When we came, only the teacher Tai and three female nuns were there. All four were panicked. One of them went to report to the official. The teacher Tai said that there was another female nun who went to Miss Liu's house to report the news. If you had to ask anything else, they couldn't ask. They also kept saying that they would wait for someone from the Liu family to come."

Bo Ruoyou narrowed his eyes, "The original paint color here is shown. Although it is dry, it is very likely that it has been washed today. The doors, windows, tables, chairs, cabinets and pavilions in this room are all dusty, but it is clean here. Something must be stuck here. They have scrubbed here before the government office sends."

Wu Xiang held the sword and walked out with a calm face. The teacher was standing in the yard with three people following him. Another nun who Bo Ruoyou had never seen before came out of nowhere. At this moment, the four of them were huddled together, and the three young nuns were afraid of it.

Wu Xiang looked at the masters with cold eyes, "Did you kill this Liu girl?"

The master said "Amitabha" and hurriedly said, "Don't blame the captain for wronging the Pont Ni, how dare the Pont Ni? If we kill him, how dare we report to the official? I'm afraid we have to try our best to hide it."

The three people behind them all lowered their eyebrows and were nervously squeezing their hands. I wonder if they were really guilty or were afraid that they would be implicated.

Bo Ruoyou stood at the door, his eyes falling on the three young nuns. The three nuns were all in their 10s. They looked pretty and had fair skin. Although they were wide-breasted, they still outlined their slim figures. When she looked at one of them carefully, she found that the nun had painted eyebrows. It was not that the nun could not love beauty, but that the nun was pure in Buddhism. If her hair had fallen, she would have the intention to enter a monk. Not to mention the purity of the six senses, she should also cut off the desire of the world...

She felt very strange in her heart, and Wu Xiang shouted fiercely: "Then tell me, have you cleaned the house before we come? Which one of you scrubbed the door behind?"

The scrubbing area was only two palm-sized, but it didn't seem like cleaning the door. As soon as I asked, several people looked up at each other, but they didn't seem to be discovered. I thought that the door was already black and vague, so how could they tell it out after judging?

Wu Xiang's narrow eyes, holding his hand holding the knife tightly, "Don't say a word? I think you are all Buddhists and have no evidence just now, so I'm very polite to you, but now that you have concealed it, I don't need to show mercy to your subordinates. If you don't tell me, you will be invited to the jail for a trip to the yamen prison."

The teacher looked solemn, but the three young nuns behind him were a little panicked. One of them couldn't help but pull the teacher's sleeve, "Master——"

The teacher turned around and glanced at her, still pursing the corners of her lips tightly.

Wu Xiang sneered, "Sure enough, I was so calm that I took the person back to take him back to take him back to take him into custody-"

The yamen crew went forward to get the people, and the teacher was too determined to distinguish. A girl behind her was so scared that she was about to cry, "I said, there was blood behind the door panel. When we saw it, we felt it was unlucky, so we wiped the blood off."

"Qingyin!" The teacher scolded, with a sharp look in his eyes.

The girl named Qingyin seemed to be the youngest among the three, and she was the most unsustainable. She was so scared by the teacher, her eyes were wet, which made Bo Ruoyou feel pity.

"Master, I'm scared, I'm really scared, this is a life."

The teacher snorted, "She is willing to commit suicide, what does it have to do with us?"

Wu Xiang frowned deeply, "Master, monks are compassionate. I don't think you are like a Buddhist practitioner."

The teacher, Taiyi, said Amitabha again, "The nun naturally performed a ritual for the female donor, but this is a murder case and has nothing to do with us, so he naturally dare not admit his guilt casually."

Wu Xiang looked at Qingyin, "What else have you done besides the bloodstains?"

Qingyin burst into tears in fear, "We... we cleaned the house. Miss Liu's house was a little messy. We... we cleaned up some things."

Wu Xiang never expected these female nuns to be so bold. He thought that since he was a Buddhist, he must be a diligent and self-cultivation without lying, so he had a trust first, but these people dared to conceal it on purpose!

He hurriedly brought Qingyin into the room, "What are you cleaning up, do you explain clearly?"

Qingyin was taken away crying, and the other two nuns were also ready to move. The teacher looked as usual and looked at them again, "Dare you dare?"

The two were so scared that they dared not speak. Qingyin pointed to the bedroom floor in the room, "When we came in, the screen on the table fell to the ground, and a teacup was broken. The master said that we should not let the government office see these, so we would suspect that we had harmed her. So we cleaned up these things, and the blood on the door was obvious, and we also wiped them, and no one else had been moved."

"Have you ever hid something?"

Qingyin shook her head quickly, "No, we are just afraid of being suspected by the officials and dare not do anything else."

Qingyin's tears looked soft and she looked at her. She was the first to speak, and Wu Xiang's expression calmed down a little, "You really haven't noticed something happened to her these days?"

Qingyin lowered her eyes, "No... Miss Liu has a bad temper, so we don't come to ask for scolding, so we just send food in every day. In two days, a few of us were not in the temple, so we didn't care about it."

"When will you not be in the temple?" Wu Xiang asked hurriedly.

"We are not here on the sixth and seventh day of the eighth month. On the eleventh day, my master and two senior sisters were not in the temple. Only Senior Sister Qingshuang was there, and alone in the temple, so it was impossible to guard her all the time."

It's only August 13th. Wu Xiang calculated the time and asked again, "Are you not in the temple, aren't you afraid that she will run away?"

Qingyin shrank her shoulders, "If we were not in the temple, we would lock the door from outside, and Miss Liu would not dare to run away. She just waited for the people in the mansion to pick her up. She knew that if she ran away, she would never let her go back."

Wu Xiang went to see Bo Ruoyou, and saw Bo Ruoyou close the door and stand behind the door to see the small piece of scrubbed place.

If Miss Liu committed suicide and then lay on the bed, why would there be blood behind the door? But if she was harmed by others, the doors and windows of the house were closed tightly, how did the murderer escape?

Just as he was suspicious, a yamen servant suddenly ran in from outside, "Captain, someone from the Liu family is here!"

Wu Xiang's expression was refreshed, "Here we come!"

He strode out, but Bo Ruoyou saw Qingyin on the side change his expression when she heard this. Her whole body couldn't help but tremble, and she glanced out, as if she was afraid of some kind of beast.

Bo Ruoyou stood at the door and looked out. Soon, he saw a young man over 10 years old walking at the gate of the courtyard. He was wearing a blue shirt and was talking to Wu Xiang while walking, looking gentle and kind.

When I walked to the door, the person who came saw Bo Ruoyou, seemed to have no idea that there would be a beautiful woman here.

Seeing his expression, Wu Xiang said, "It's the coroner of our yamen—"

The person who came looked surprised, "Are you... that lady Bo?"

Bo Ruoyou raised his eyebrows, Wu Xiang was also stunned, and then said, "This is the third young master of the Liu family."

"Let's go to Liu Yan." Liu Yan bowed to Bo Ruoyou, looking polite and kind. Seeing her suspicious, he said, "I recognize your brother, Yixuan. Something happened to your mansion recently. I also know that I haven't seen Yixuan for a few days."

He looked sighing, as if he was very sorry for it. Bo Ruoyou's face was calm, "So that's it."

She responded lightly, made way out, and signaled him to enter to see the dead. Liu Yan hesitated for a moment, as if he was mentally preparing, and then walked in. Bo Ruoyou stood in the main hall, only to see Liu Yan leaning into the right wing room and then retreating suddenly, then quickly walked out, walked to the edge of the courtyard and began to retching.

After vomiting, tears flashed in his eyes, Liu Yan raised his body. When he turned around, Bo Ruoyou looked at him faintly. He couldn't help but look embarrassed. He took out a veil and wiped the corners of his eyes. Then he said gently: "It makes the girl laugh. I have never seen such a scene before..."

He was disgusted and shocked, but he was not sad on his face, as if it was not the lady of the Liu family who died, but a servant.

Wu Xiang was also observing him, "What happened to the deceased? Mr. Liu can talk about it."

Liu Yan coughed twice before approaching, "It's my seventh sister. She caused trouble earlier. Our family's rules have made a big mistake. It's not easy to punish them explicitly. They are sent to the temple to think about their mistakes."

"I don't know what the big mistake was?" Wu Xiang asked again.
To be continued...