"There is a case." Wu Xiang was straight to the point and looked stern.

When Bo Ruoyou saw Wu Xiang entering the mansion, he knew that there was another case, but he looked at the sky and said suspiciously: "When did the case happen? Why is it so early?"

"Two days ago, someone came to the city to report to the official, saying that his child was lost. At that time, I asked Hou Yang to take people out of the city to help find it, but it was fruitless. Just dawn today, the servant entered the city and went to the government office and said that the child had been found."

Bo Ruoyou's heart skipped a beat, "The child was killed."

Wu Xiang nodded, "Yes, I haven't left the city yet, but this time I'll come to find you first."

The snow fluff was flying, and the cold wind in the morning blew on people's faces, cutting people like a knife, Bo Ruoyou nodded quickly, "Wait."

After she said that, she ran into the front yard and just met Cheng Yunzhi getting up and coming out. He was wearing a thick wool-collared cloak. Seeing Bo Ruoyou in a hurry, she saw Wu Xiang standing at the gate of the yard, and knew something was wrong, "Is there a case?"

"There is a child outside the city, so I'll go and have a look."

Aunt Liang had prepared breakfast. Bo Ruoyou asked Uncle Liang to pack a plate of bean cakes and went back to the room to change clothes. Because of the snow, she also wore a thick cloak with moon-white orchid embroidered patterns on her body, put on the cage, and followed Wu Xiang to leave the house.

Cheng Yunzhi stood under the eaves, but his eyes were filled with worry.

Walking on the road, Bo Ruoyou was eating bean cake while listening to Wu Xiang outside the carriage, "The head of this family was Wen, not from the capital. He came from Luozhou. For the Buddhist Birth of Xiangguo Temple, they arrived at the foot of Xiangguo Temple on the third day of the 10th day of the 10th day of the 10th day of the 10th day of the 10th day of the 10th day of the 10th day of the 10th day of the 10th day of the 10th day of the 10th day of the 15th day of the 15th month of the 15th month, so they stayed for one more month and lived in an inn at the foot of Xiangguo Temple on the foot of the 10th day of the 10th day of the 15th day of the 25th month.

"Two days ago, on the twelfth day, their servants entered the city to report to the officials, saying that the young master at home was lost. Hou Yang took three people out of the city to help find people, but he searched all the towns at the foot of Xiangguo Temple and the mountain in front of Xiangguo Temple. He had never found any trace of the young master of the Wen family. At that time, he suspected that Young Master Wen had been abducted by his son, and the couple were very sad."

"For ordinary cases like this, you will first record a missing person. If you are really abducted by a kidnapper, the government can do very little. When he came back that day, Hou Yang took someone to paint a portrait, and checked the city gate and inside the city. However, he did not find anyone. He suspected that he had gone south to Luozhou. The yamen told the Wen family about this matter, and the Wen family immediately sent people to Luozhou, intending to search for it on the way. If it really doesn't work, go back to Luozhou to find the Luozhou government office to report to the officials."

Bo Ruoyou frowned when he heard this, "Mr. Wen and his wife have not left?"

"Mrs. Wen fell ill because she didn't see her child, so she should not rush to go, so the Wen family sent a servant back first."

Bo Ruoyou asked again: "How old is the child?"

"Just six years old." Wu Xiang sighed.

Bo Ruoyou's heart tightened and subconsciously closed his cloak. She suddenly remembered, "I was also in Xiangguo Temple on the twelfth day. Recently, Xiangguo Temple is indeed preparing for the Buddhist Birthday Fair on the 17th day. There are many pilgrims in the temple, but some people say how the child was lost."

Wu Xiang didn't know about this, "Why are you in Xiangguo Temple?"

Bo Ruoyou said: "I did a ritual on the death day for my father and mother. From the seventh day of the lunar month to yesterday, I didn't return to Beijing yesterday afternoon. I have been doing vegetarian rituals in Xiangguo Temple these seven days."

Wu Xiang looked suddenly and said, "It was said that the child was thrown outside the mountain gate. Xiangguo Temple has set up a porridge shed under the mountain gate these days to serve porridge. This year, there are no natural disasters around the capital. Most of the people who go to drink porridge are from inside and outside the capital. In order to have a good intention, the town under the mountain gate has been quite lively these days. The child was lost near the porridge shed. The time for the 11th was on the evening of the 11th. At that time, Wen's family was anxious to search for the town in the middle of the night and went to Xiangguo Temple to ask. There was no way to report the official the next morning."

Bo Ruoyou returned from Xiangguo Temple yesterday, so he naturally knew that there were many tourists inside and outside the temple these days. At this time, Wu Xiang said again: "The child was found on the back mountain of Xiangguo Temple yesterday."

Wu Xiang's eyes darkened, "I don't know how he would go to the back mountain. The front and back mountain are very far away. It is also a big blame that Hou Yang and the others found the town and the front mountain that day, and they didn't look for it. I thought that the child would not run to the back mountain alone, so I didn't look for it."

"How did that happen?"

"It was the little novice monk from Xiangguo Temple who was practicing qigong in the back mountain yesterday afternoon. There were several wild cats in the temple. The wild cats ran into the forest following the smell. They felt something was wrong and they found the child's body."

Wu Xiang's voice gradually became heavier. A six-year-old boy died. The boy's body was also a group of half-year-old children. You can imagine how frightened they were at that time.

"I knew someone had lost his child in the temple, so I invited Mr. Wen into the temple last night. Mr. Wen recognized his child at a glance, and was heartbroken at that time. It was too late at that time, so they sent people to the city to report to the government at dawn today."

After listening to it, Bo Ruoyou sorted out the cause and effect. She thought that a six-year-old child was killed, and she couldn't figure out who was going to attack the child. However, it was not certain that it was an accident before seeing the body, so she calmed down and refused to make plans.

The first snowstorm outside the city also covered the plain white fields. They walked all the way to Nanshan. Halfway through the way, the snow foam gradually became denser and the cold wind rushed into the carriage. Bo Ruoyou's hands and feet were a little cold. Looking up at the distance, there was a icy icy on the surface of the Luo River. The two sides were white white like white, and the more distant peaks of Tingshan were also covered in silver.

Xiangguo Temple has been built for a hundred years and has royal support. Now it is the first Buddhist temple in the Great Zhou Dynasty. At the beginning of the year, Lin Zhao went south to send the Buddhist scriptures of Famen Temple to Xiangguo Temple for collection. After leaving the capital, he walked about ten miles along the official road and turned to the southeast road. After walking ten miles, he arrived at Nanshan. Nanshan and Tingshan were not far away, but it was a gentle and beautiful peak. Xiangguo Temple was built along the mountain like Famen Temple, but it was more magnificent and solemn than Famen Temple.

Because there are many people here to worship Buddha, and it is quite inconvenient to live in the capital every day, a small town gradually formed at the foot of the mountain. The town is a hundred feet away from the mountain gate, so as not to disturb the purity of the temple. Inns and restaurants are all equipped, and during festivals, or when the Buddhas are approaching Christmas, they are all crowded with tourists and bustling and lively.

Bo Ruoyou is from the capital and has some serious business when he came to Xiangguo Temple the first two times. Therefore, before today, she had never gone to that market town. Today, the carriage passed through the mountain gate and did not stop. They went straight to the inn far away to Xun Master Wen and his wife.

The so-called market town is just a main street that runs through two miles, with inns and shops standing on the street, and there are some houses deep in the alley. At this time, it was only around noon, because the snow was getting denser and denser, and it was difficult to see pedestrians on the street. Only through the half-closed doors of the households, the guests were full of guests.

Mr. Wen and his wife lived in an inn called "Fanyin" on the street. Most of the people who came and went to the town were worshipping Buddhas, so the shops everywhere were named for the Buddhists to be quite Zen. Wu Xiang got off the horse when he arrived in front of the shops, and Bo Ruoyou also got off the carriage. As soon as she walked up to the steps in front of the door, she felt strange.

Although the doors of the shops elsewhere are closed, at least you can hear the voices inside, but inside the door here is quiet.

Wu Xiang called the door, and soon someone opened the door from the inner general. Bo Ruoyou saw a blue-shirted guy at first glance. The guy glanced at Wu Xiang's yamen uniform and turned around and shouted: "Brother Yama, the official you are waiting for is here!"

As he said that, he opened the door and respectfully invited Wu Xiang and his party to come in. Hou Yang came out from inside.

Wu Xiang went to pick up Bo Ruoyou, and Hou Yang and others took the lead. He bowed to Bo Ruoyou, pointed to the middle-aged man in a frown silk robe following behind him and said, "This is Manager He, Master Wen and his wife are in the guest room, and Master Wen's body is in the backyard."

Manager He came forward to salute respectfully, but his sorrow was not diminished. Wu Xiang ordered him to invite Mr. Wen and his wife, and looked at Hou Yang suspiciously. Hou Yang said softly: "Last night, Mr. Wen and his wife brought Mr. Wen's body back. This morning, the tenants in the store changed to another house to stay. Now only Mr. Wen's family is left in the inn."

Wu Xiang sighed, not feeling surprised, raised his jaw and signaled to the backyard, "Go to see the body first, lead the way--"

Hou Yang took the two of them through the lobby, walked out of the side back door, and then walked out of another corridor, and went to the corridor to the backyard. There was a garden-view atrium between the backyard and the front hall. At this moment, the snow was covered with snow and jade branches. Walking through the corridor, Hou Yang pointed to the house not far away, and said, "There are not many corpses parked here, there are many shops selling incense and candles, and there are mourning halls in the house."

As he said that, he walked to the door, Hou Yang pushed the door open. The room was empty and the only decoration was moved away from the gray marks on the ground. Two square tables were put together to form a long table. A boy with a blue-purple scarred body was lying quietly on it. There was a bowl of bright yellow lamp oil under the boy's feet, and a wick inside was lit with fireflies and candlelight.

Bo Ruoyou entered the door and looked at the boy's body. The boy's clothes were dirty and had traces of torn. His shoes were missing. One of his white socks also fell. His exposed hands and one of his feet had black and blue scars and blood scabs on his feet. Judging from the scars that had been covered with long ago, he had been dead for many days.

Putting down the cage, Bo Ruoyou rubbed his stiff hands and opened the cage for the autopsy. But at this moment, a sad cry came over, and there was a woman's sob and whimpering questioning.

"The people from the government finally came. I said that day that I wanted to go to the back mountain to find Jin'er, but why not? It's all you, you killed Jin'er-"

The voice of his speech was getting closer and closer. Bo Ruoyou and Wu Xiang stepped forward and soon saw Manager He and four or five people coming over.

The man and the woman who were walking in front were both thirty years old. The two of them were wearing gorgeous clothes, but their faces were very haggard. Naturally, it was Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen. Mrs. Wen held a veil in one hand, and her eyes were covered with blood. She could walk steadily with Master Wen’s support. Seeing Hou Yang, the deeper the tribute in her eyes, "It's you, I remember you. On that day, you took someone with you. You thought the mountain was too far away and you didn't want to find it, so you went back to the capital. If you go, Jin'er might be able to survive. My miserable Jin'er—"

"You are the yamen torture officers. You are not ruthless when you rely on your identity to plunder the people's wealth. You want you to help save your life but you are pushing you...you are simply accomplices..."

Mrs. Wen burst into tears and coughed violently when she said. While stroking her back, Mr. Wen apologized to Hou Yang. Hou Yang was scolded and blushed and looked at Wu Xiang with certain errors. Wu Xiang frowned, but he didn't have enough confidence to refute.

At this time, Bo Ruoyou took two steps from inside, "My husband asks for regret, the yamen officers have limited staff, so they can only look in the most promising direction. Sometimes if the judgment is wrong, there will naturally be omissions. However... the young master died before the twelve years. Even if the yamen officers look for the back mountain that day, they cannot save the young master--"
Chapter completed!