The Delicate Lady Coroner

Bo Ruoyou got out of the carriage and walked straight to the children. It was snowy and cold, and the children’s cheeks were red with freezing, but they were smiling. His eyes were bright, and he saw a face. Mei's sister came over and looked at her blankly.

Bo Ruoyou smiled at a few people first, and then walked to the child with the mask, "Little son, where did you buy the mask you're wearing?"

She has a soft tone. These children are all six or seven years old. After a little nervousness, they relaxed. The child wearing a mask said: "Mother bought it at the stall outside. Well, it's over there. It’s early, and the stall hasn’t been set up yet—"

Because he was wearing a mask, the child's voice was full of urn, even if he was so close, he couldn't hear clearly. Bo Ruoyou looked in the direction he pointed, only to see a clearing under the outer wall of the wine shop in the distance.

She understood in her heart. After she retracted her gaze, she looked at his mask. Several children were of the same age. They seemed to belong to the people nearby. They were also very familiar with this scene. Bo Ruoyou said with a pensive smile: "This town Is there only one place that sells masks?"

Seeing that she really liked the mask on his face, the child took off the mask, and now revealed a somewhat childish face, "On that place, the mask seller is an old man with good craftsmanship, you see. , Is this mask scary..."

He put on the mask again and leaned in front of Bo Ruoyou, as if he wanted to scare her. How could Bo Ruoyou be frightened, and his smile became deeper. He felt a little embarrassed when he saw this, and took off the mask again. "Sister, who are you going to buy a mask for?"

Bo Ruoyou said slowly to the child's innocent eyes: "My sister has a younger brother at home, who also likes these gadgets."

The child raised his head and glanced at the sky, "Sometimes the old man will come before it's dark."

As soon as the voice fell, several firecrackers rang out in the distance. The children were so shocked that they let out the birds and beasts. The child with the mask waved at Bo Ruoyou and ran to the lane in the northwest. Bo Ruoyou still thought. Asking some words, seeing the children running in a hurry, they didn't say anything.

Zhou Liang followed from behind, "Miss, what's the matter?"

Bo Ruoyou stood up and looked at the clearing again. At this moment, the snow stopped, and many shops had stalls. In the evening, he thought it would be more lively, and I don't know if the old man will come tonight.

"I didn't hear this kid chanting nursery rhymes, but he actually did it. When he turned around, not only was he wearing a mask, but the mask was still red. The red paint found in the nails of the deceased today is the same as this mask. The paint on it is very similar."

Zhou Liang was surprised, "Miss, can we return to Beijing?"

"Don't go back, wait for the old man who sells masks." Bo Ruoyou finished speaking, and went to explain to the yaman. After a while, the ya ran back to the Fanyin Inn to look for Wu Xiang. After a short while, Wu Xiang who hadn't left far away. Just over here.

Wu Xiang asked, "Xiao Bo, what's the matter?"

Bo Ruoyou said about the talent, and Wu Xiang responded quickly: "Do you think that the young astronomer might wear a mask? Covered his face, and also covered his voice, so he was silently covered. Take it out?"

Bo Ruo quietly said: "It is possible, and the mask is made of wood, and the paint on it is rather rough, and the mask worn by the child Shicai is the same color as the color I found in Wen Jin's nails, waiting for the old man to come Now, I want to see if there are many such colors. Maybe this old man has seen a murderer."

Wu Xiang's eyes lit up, "If someone has seen it, it would be great!"

It was late at this time, and Bo Ruoyou knew that Wu Xiang was going to Xiangguo Temple, so he didn't let him stay longer. He waited for the old man in the carriage. When the sky dimmed, the houses on both sides of the long street lit up. The market also became lively. Even though it was snowy and cold, many tourists came out from the inn. Not long after, a series of firecrackers sounded, and there were even jugglers performing tricks on the streets.

The Long Street was gradually prospering, and Bo Ruoyou looked at the open space under the wall but was a little anxious. The night had come, and the old man who could sell the mask had not yet appeared.

She was a little anxious for a while. At this moment, there was a sound of horseshoes at the end of the long street. The noise of horseshoes showed that there were many people coming. And who would come in such a sky?

Bo Ruoyou opened the curtain and looked over. At a glance, he saw the familiar figure of Dao. Under the glorious lights, the person who came was Huo Wei Tower. He rode his horse and searched among the crowd. Soon, look. She at the carriage window.

With eyes facing each other, Bo Ruoyou's eyes gleamed, and she jumped out of the carriage in surprise, but for a moment, Huo Weilou had reached the front, he took the whip off the horse, and Bo Ruoyou greeted him: "Why is Hou Ye?"

Huo Weilou threw the whip to his entourage, and came forward to shake her hand, "Said there is another case outside the city. I saw that you haven't returned this afternoon, so I guess you are going to stay outside the city again. How, what is the case?"

The previous time Bo Ruoyou went to Qianjiazhen to examine his bones all night, and asked him to worry about the night. Now he guessed that she could not go back tonight, so he came out of the city by himself. Bo Ruoyou's heart was hot, his cold hands were held by him, and he was warm. The meaning spreads from the fingertips to the limbs.

She summarized the case briefly, and then said: "I'm waiting for the old man who sells masks right now—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Weilou looked into the distance, "Do you think that is the person you are waiting for?"

Bo Ruoyou followed, and saw a gray-haired old man pushing a wheelbarrow here. The road was slippery in snowy days. He walked quite slowly. There was a simple shelf on the car board and dozens of ropes connected in series. A mask hung on it, and her thin eyes lit up instantly.

"It must be him!"

Huo Weilou waved his hand, and the attendant immediately went up to help. The old man was shocked when he saw that the few people were not malicious before he settled down. The attendant pushed the wooden cart to the open space under the wall and put down the cutting boards on both sides. He set out the stall, and then Bo Ruoyou and Huo Weilou walked up.

The old man showed a nervous look. Bo Ruoyou stepped forward to look at the mask on the chopping board. The face was large and small, in different shapes and colors. The ghost masks I saw in the afternoon were in it, and there were large and one small. Bo Ruoyou held it. She touched her hand, and the paint on it was evenly applied. However, the paint itself was inferior and had some piercing graininess. She tried to pull it by hand. Although it was difficult to pull off the front side, the paint fell off on the edge of the mask.

"Hey girl, what is this..."

The old man feels distressed about the things he has made, and Bo Ruoyou hurriedly said: "Old man, don't worry, I will buy these two masks. Dare to ask my old man, there are other masks of the same color? And do you remember the winter eleventh? May a five- or six-year-old baby come to buy a mask?"

The old man glanced at Huo Weilou, and put his hands together nervously: "There are not many red masks, most of them are ghosts, and there are more fox fairies with human faces. The girl said that Winter Moon Eleven, the villain has some memories. I'm not sure, but the villain here is mostly for adults and children to buy. How can a five or six-year-old baby dare to buy a mask by himself?"

Bo Ruoyou's heart is bad. If the murderer coaxed Wen Jin and bought the mask as a family, the old man wouldn't find it weird. Bo Ruoyou tried to move the mask to his face and look at it again. Huo Wei Lou, Huo Wei Lou's eyes overflowed with a two-point smile, and he raised his hand to give money.

"But a useful clue?" he asked again.

Bo Ruoyou looked at the two masks, one large and one small, and shook his head, and then asked the old man, "How many people buy this ghost mask?"

The old man smiled and said: "The girl will know that there are only two or three ghosts in the masks of the villain. This mask is a bit horrible, and the timid will not buy it, just for the sake of a fresh one. , There are not many people who like to buy."

Bo Ruoyou understood in his heart, "Then please think about it, the old man, have you sold it recently?"

The old man thought for a moment and shook his head, "Nothing in the last one or two days, the girl just asked Winter Moon Eleven... The villain can't remember for a while, it seems that the villain has sold one or two in the last ten days, but who bought the villain? It's really not a big impression."

Bo Ruoyou also knew that there was no direction at all. With such cross-examination, the old man probably couldn't think of anything. She looked at the mask and thought that she might as well give up, so as not to affect the old man's business, so she thanked him and prepared to leave with Huo Weilou.

But when the two of them had just taken two steps, the old man said, "The girl is going to ask about the red mask?"

Bo Ruoyou turned his head and said, the old man said: "There are still some masks that have not been brought out today. Not only are ghosts in red, but there is also a monkey king mask that is also red, but the mask is exquisitely crafted and sells more expensively. Good to sell."

Of course Bo Ruoyou did not want to let go of any clues, but when she murmured a few words over the Monkey King mask twice, she suddenly felt that the thing seemed familiar, as if she had read these words in a book, she Walking slowly to the old man’s stall, the moment she stood still in front of the stall, a flash of light suddenly appeared in her mind——

She had seen these words in the old archives of the government office, and it recorded the kidnapping case of Ming Guilan that year!