"Come"

The iron arms wrapped around the waist were not enough to hold it, but Huo Weilou immediately called people in a deep voice!

Several embroidered clothes in front of Yaoyue Pavilion were already alarmed by the loud noise. At this moment, they came to the order and turned around the corner, but they were stunned.

Why did their marquis and coroner girl... carry them?

Huo Weilou pointed to the third floor, "The beam fell down for no reason and almost hurt someone. Go up and take a look."

The strange story was just now that there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the beam fell down. The height of the third floor was as high as the thickness of the embroidered one's body. If it hit a person, no matter how hard the steel bars and iron bones were, they would have to splatter blood on the spot. Although I guessed that Huo Weilou was doing this to save people, when several embroidered clothes turned around and left, I couldn't help but take a look.

It's really strange!

His marquis doesn't even have a maid by his side, and now he has a beautiful woman in his arms, which is unprecedented.

The footsteps turned around and entered the building, and Huo Weilou lowered his eyes and looked in his arms.

Bo Ruoyou was froze on his chest, his face was still scared, and his little face also lost its blood. His pair of eyes that were clear and shallow, at this moment, he showed a little soullessness. Like a frightened deer, he was originally a beautiful face. This expression revealed even more of a thrilling and lofty figure. Huo Weilou's phoenix eyes were sunk, "Are you scared?"

Huo Weilou's tone was just ordinary, but it was without the deterrence and coldness of Mount Tai. To Bo Ruoyou, it seemed like the wind and drizzle. Her consciousness was half gone, and she couldn't help but look down at the vermilion beam again. When she saw it, her back was covered with cold sweat.

If Huo Weilou had not rescued her, she would have probably been smashed to death by her skull and spine at this moment. Not only that, her sternum and ribs would be broken, and the broken sternum might prick the heart meridians, and it would be difficult for the gods to save her.

Bo Ruoyou swallowed with lingering fear.

Huo Weilou was still holding her. As soon as his arms loosened, Bo Ruoyou's body shook, and she couldn't stand.

Huo Weilou had to hold her back. He heard the footsteps in the building getting higher and higher, and took her back a few steps. Just now, something happened suddenly. If someone was upstairs, he was deliberately planning to murder. If there was no one, Huo Weilou would be afraid that another heavy object would fall.

When Huo Weilou retreated, he turned Bo Ruoyou to the side. This was a protective posture. If there were any fallen objects, he would be tall and straight, with wide shoulders and wide body, so he could completely block her.

The cold wind suddenly disappeared, and Bo Ruoyou enveloped his shadow. When he looked up again, he saw that Huo Weilou's knife-cutting and axe-carved outline was full of force, and it was usually frightening. At this moment, he had inexplicably a kind of power to calm people's hearts.

The frozen breathing loosened, as if the frozen blood was flowing again on all limbs. She felt that she was leaning against Huo Weilou, and hurriedly stepped back and stood firmly, then exhaled, "Thank you for helping me."

Huo Weilou's eyes fell on the high-rise building and did not answer immediately. Soon, several figures poked out from behind the railing and shouted below, "Marty Qi, there is no one on the building, and the beams that fell should be due to the decadence of mortise and tenon."

Huo Weilou withdrew his gaze and then looked at Bo Ruoyou.

Bo Ruoyou's hands were folded in front of her, clenched her head tightly, and her head was slightly drooping, and a beautiful neck was exposed at the collar. Huo Weilou saw that she was still awake and asked, "What are you doing here so early?"

Bo Ruoyou took a deep breath and raised his head, pointing to the outside of the second floor eaves. Huo Weilou followed her eyes. As soon as she looked over, her eyes darkened. Although it was covered with a layer of plain snow, it was still obvious that there were two pieces of gray tiles missing on the edge.

Yaoyue Pavilion is northeast of the Hou Mansion, surrounded by flowers and forests. The white jade is a staircase, with a grand shape and exquisite carving. It climbs up to the top during the Spring and Autumn Period and looks out over the entire Hou Mansion. Now in the first month of the winter, almost no one comes here.

The eaves on the second floor and one side were not damaged, but two gray tiles fell here. Huo Weilou looked at the place where Bo Ruoyou was standing just now, "Are you looking for those two tiles?"

After this moment, Bo Ruoyou was already determined to calm down, "Yes, in the past January, there have been three or four snowfalls in Qingzhou Prefecture, and each time it will take a few days. At this time, the snow will not melt. If you can find the tiles according to the layer of snow, you may know when it will fall."

After Bo Ruoyou said that, he looked at the falling beam and sighed. It was not easy to see the snow layer, but now it is difficult to tell if it is smashed like this. She was frowning for a moment, and Huo Weilou looked at her deeper.

Soon, the embroidered clothes on the upper floor came down, and Huo Weilou pointed to the beam on the ground, "Move it away and find out if there are any tiles under it."

Several embroidered clothes came forward and immediately moved the beam open. They searched in the snow pit for a while. Sure enough, they found a few broken tiles. Bo Ruoyou looked at the chaotic snow pit, and his mind was no longer used the method of timing, so he looked a little helpless. On this side, Huo Weilou took a few broken tiles and looked at them, "Five or six days."

Bo Ruoyou suddenly came to his reputation when he heard this. Huo Weilou saw her eyes with confusion and said mercifully: "There is moss on the tiles. This kind of moss is separated from the soil and will last for the most days."

As the eaves grew, dust was accumulated between the tiles, and moss was born from the soil. At this moment, most of the moss branches on the tiles were dry, which was enough to prove that it fell six or seven days ago. At that time, it was the day when Zheng Wenchen was pushed downstairs.

Bo Ruoyou's eyes were slightly brighter, and when she glanced over the vermilion beam, her brows frowned. She walked forward and looked carefully at the vermilion on the beam. The vermilion was probably re-puted a year ago. Although it was a bit decayed, it had not yet fallen off. But in the center of the beam, there was a strip-shaped varnished place. Bo Ruoyou raised his hand and touched it, "This beam may not be as simple as decadent decay for a long time..."

The mortise and tenon on one side of the beam is indeed a bit rotten, but the other side is intact. Seeing the paint dropping here, Bo Ruoyou said: "It seems that something has been worn out here. This shape seems to be..."

"It's a rope." Huo Weilou came to a conclusion with certainty. He raised his eyes and looked at the railing on the third floor. "If a rope is placed on the beam, a little skilled person can jump down from the third floor without realizing it. In this way, the falling tiles are also explained."

Bo Ruoyou nodded in agreement. The surrounding flowers were densely filled with flowers. If someone escaped in the chaos, no one could notice it.

That's how ghosts kill people.

After seeing the beam, Huo Weilou turned around and walked towards the main entrance. Bo Ruoyou knew that he was going upstairs, so he hurriedly followed. Seeing her coming, Huo Weilou did not comment. Bo Ruoyou not only knew how to examine the autopsy, but also had a very sharp observation ability, which was useful.

On the first floor is a hall with several famous landscape paintings. Because no one has come for a long time, the tables and stools have fallen. The stairs are on the right side of the hall. Huo Weilou goes upstairs first, and Bo Ruoyou follows behind. She can see Huo Weilou's back when she raises her eyes. Inexplicably, she feels that Huo Weilou's figure is becoming more and more majestic, and it looks quite trustworthy and reassuring.

Bo Ruoyou pursed her lips. Before this morning, she only wanted to solve the case without any reason. No matter how powerful, cold-blooded and inhumane, it had nothing to do with her, because they would probably never meet again in the future, but the rescue just now made her really grateful.

As soon as she went up the second floor, Bo Ruoyou stopped. She sniffed and stopped moving up. Instead, she went to the warm pavilion separated by Duobao Pavilion on the second floor.

The first floor is a spacious hall, and the second floor is like a bookstore. Duobao Pavilion separates the view from the stairs. Once you go in, you can see that there are bookshelves on both sides against the wall. The bookshelf are filled with ancient books, and the bookcases are all equipped with piano platforms. There are also long bed tables under the west window. In the corner of the west window, an inconspicuous incense burner is placed on the ground.

Bo Ruoyou walked over to the incense burner.

The incense burner is made of bronze, small and exquisite. Bo Ruoyou picked it up and looked at it. He sniffed it gently, revealing his true expression. He looked around again. Soon, she walked to Duobao Pavilion in the south with the incense burner and placed the incense burner in one of the empty grids.

There was also dust falling from the grid, but there were three dust falling lighter. The incense burner was placed on it and it was just close to the foot of the furnace.

Huo Weilou walked slowly, and Bo Ruoyou held the incense burner and said, "Mr. Marquis, the incense is here. The murderer lit the incense burner and put it in the corner. After Zheng Erye came here, he was probably stunned without any notice."

Bo Ruoyou put down the incense burner and went to see the stairs from the second to third floors. "There are strips of bruises and scratches on the body, which I think were left behind when he was dragging him to the third floor. Although Zheng Erye is an adult man, he is not tall, and ordinary people can drag him at will."

Zheng Wenchen is less than six feet tall and thin, at most only about a hundred kilograms.

There are many furniture and ornaments here, but they are all neatly and completely knocked over to the ground, which shows that there has never been a fight. Why did Zheng Wenchen come here? Did he be stunned before seeing the murderer? Or had he met the murderer?

Bo Ruoyou had many questions in his heart, but Zheng Wenchen had been dead for seven days and could not check it out as soon as possible. A lot of evidence might have disappeared. Just as she was thinking that Huo Weilou had gone to the third floor, she hurriedly followed.

Upstairs, I saw that the three-story hall was very small, with windows on all sides. There was only a portrait of the old Anqing Hou hanging in the north. Along the way, the gray marks on the road were as deduced by Bo Ruoyou. The traces of someone dragging on the ground. Bo Ruoyou came out of the open small door and went to the terrace where Zheng Wenchen fell from the building.

The view here is wide, and whether it is the place where the old lady stops her spirits or the yard she lived last night, you can see it at a glance. The only disadvantage is that the eaves are a little low. Although there was moonlight that night, it is not difficult to imagine that the murderer was hiding behind Zheng Wenchen, and it was difficult for the people below to see his face clearly.

He dragged the man up, grabbed him and leaned against the fence. When someone came down, he pushed Zheng Wenchen down and then walked around the back...

Bo Ruoyou thought and walked around, and saw Huo Weilou standing under the eaves of the beams falling off at a glance.

Although the beam is heavy, it has mortise and tenon on both sides. Even if one side is broken and broken, the other side can bear the load. Someone puts a rope on the beam. The weight of the man is another reason for the mortise and tenon completely breaking. By chance, the beam fell down just now. Although it had been a cup of tea, when Bo Ruoyou thought of the scene just now, he still felt a chill on his back.

Bo Ruoyou was about to step forward, but Huo Weilou turned around and said, "Stand there."

Bo Ruoyou stopped quickly and saw Huo Weilou and the embroidered clothes envoy beside him, "Go and tell Zheng Wenyan, it is best to repair and investigate the entire third floor. The mortise and tenon around are a little loose. If you get married again, you will be afraid of an accident."

The embroidered clothes responded, and Huo Weilou turned around and walked, saying, "Go down."

Bo Ruoyou followed him downstairs, and after Huo Weilou, he began to look at him unconsciously. Although she didn't know that Huo Weilou was old, everyone knew that he was appointed as a marquis at the age of 18, and then became famous. He had been circulating in the Great Zhou for at least four or five years. In this way, he was only twenty or three now. However, Huo Weilou felt as if he was so cunning and polite, as if he had already stood up. When he first met, he called her a "childish little girl."

And he had a habit of being stern, as if he was always under heavy unhappy things in his heart.

Bo Ruoyou sighed. He was one person below him and more than ten thousand people. He also had a heavy burden of thousands of pounds. He was even more dangerous and had a hundred feet of cold.

As soon as I left the building, I saw Eunuch Fu and He Cheng waiting outside.

He Cheng saw that Wu Zhaohou had come to do the job so early, and he felt very panicked. "The Marquis came to investigate the scene so early, which is really a shameful official. There is a Marquis in charge..."

"I am not the first." Huo Weilou interrupted He Cheng's compliment and went straight to the west.

At this time, He Cheng saw Bo Ruoyou behind him, "Xiao Bo, you..."

Bo Ruoyou blinked and raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Sir, it's early." As he said that, he saw Huo Weilou leaving again, he couldn't help but ask, "Where is the Marquis going?"

He Cheng didn't know that Eunuch Fu said with a smile: "I went to the Buddhist temple. Why didn't Miss Bo follow up with Lord He?"

He Cheng hurriedly followed him when he heard this. Bo Ruoyou took Fu Fu's body and followed him. Fu Fu was about to leave, but an embroidered robes suddenly stepped forward and said something in Fu's ear.

When Eunuch Fu heard this, his eyes widened and said happily, "My God, our Marquis's iron tree is blooming?"

The embroidered clothing envoy added another sentence, and Eunuch Fu frowned and bitter, "I just said... how is it possible... His old iron tree will bloom!"

The Buddhist temple is west of the Hou Mansion. Although it is remote, it is very quiet. As soon as Lao Tie Shuhu Huo Weilou stepped into the Buddhist temple, he did not feel any Zen meaning, and first realized the feeling of self-pain of the Buddhist temple.

The huge Buddhist temple is a courtyard alone, but the main hall of the Buddhist temple is very empty. The left is a desk for copying scriptures, a short couch is placed on the right, and there is nothing else. It looks like a real monk practicing Buddhism. The entire room is only the Buddha niche in the middle, which is simple and exquisitely carved. It is offered to the three Western saints, all of which are solemn in treasures.

Bo Ruoyou and He Cheng were also surprised when they walked in. Many marquis families had Buddhist temples for Buddha, and the arrangement was elegant and quiet. They were either hung with calligraphy from monks or hanging scriptures and curtains, and they had to prepare a place to preach and drink tea. They not only cultivate their own character and enjoy themselves, but also make fun of the Buddhist temple. However, the Buddhist temple here was really a bit more miserable. He Cheng could not imagine that the old lady who was over 50 years old often worshiped Buddha all night here.

The Buddhist temple was empty and could not be seen at all. But Bo Ruoyou walked towards the Buddha's niche. She looked at the incense burner in front of the Buddha's niche and raised her hand to pick up the incense ash. At this time, an angry shout suddenly rang out.

"Stop it, stop it, this is a worship object, how can you move it at will?" Zheng Wenyan hurried to the Buddhist temple. At first glance, he saw Bo Ruoyou moving in the incense burner and stopped drinking.

He was excited, which made Huo Weilou and He Chengdu look over. Zheng Wenyan's expression slightly lowered and bowed, "Marty Qibing, the three Western saints worshipped by his mother were invited from Xiangguo Temple in the capital. With the blessing of the monk, there is also a relic left by the monk when he passed away. It is really precious!"

After he said anxiously, Bo Ruoyou seemed to be shocked when she noticed something. She made several sure things and finally turned around and said, "Marty, there is a mandala in the incense ash."
Chapter completed!