After the two groups of people met, they quickly exchanged their own information, and finally waited for Liao Wuyan, who came back late at night.

Liao Wuyan, who came out after routine washing up, opened his mouth and said, "Things are going well, and Yanhong is even more disgusted with me."

Today he naturally told the fact that he already had a wife and children, and according to Yanhong's reaction, he appropriately expressed his dislike of "the family has bad luck". The hatred in Yanhong's eyes was indeed deeper.

"Mr. Liao, you must pay attention to safety!" Yan Jiao said nervously, "Yanhong has a helper! That person, or those people, is likely to be hidden in Yanyu Building."

She is not a god, nor a demon. It is impossible for her to successfully provoke others to kill for her like she manipulates Zhang Ming. But she is not physically healthy and has limited range of activities. So at this time, a helper is very important.

Tuqing continued: "Is it true that the mist and rain towers are really covered with dirt and dirt, and they are in harmony with the flow?"

"I don't think so," said Pang Mu. "For example, the old puppet is doing a skin/meat business. Although it is hateful, they are also most afraid of trouble. Such casual killing without any reason is really harmful and has no benefit, and it is no less than seeking death."

Most people like madams love money as much as their lives. Even if they want to kill people, they will probably choose wealthy businessmen or scholars with great wealth. However, 99% of the missing book are poor and nerds. What's the use of killing them? Is it satisfying?

Tuqing nodded, as if he had agreed to his statement.

"I already have a suspicion from the help you mentioned." Liao Wuyan was a little surprised that they thought of this level so quickly.

He recalled seriously: "In these few days, Lin Ping and I have paid close attention. In addition to serving each other, the girls in Yanyu Tower and the Turtle Man are all mixed, and they will call anyone who has time. But Yanhong is not here. Every time she comes to deliver things and takes action, she is a person named Dashan, and Yanhong's attitude towards him seems to be very unusual."

"Extremely intimate?" Yan Jiao and Qi Yuan asked in unison.

Everyone looked at the gossip with complicated expressions.

At some point, these two people are really surprisingly similar.

Liao Wuyan laughed and shook his head helplessly, "No, it's particularly bad."

Licking the dog!

Somehow, the word "Yan Jiao's mind suddenly popped up, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense.

"Do you think it's possible?" She carefully considered her words, fully practiced the principle of bold ideas, and carefully verified it. "This mountain admired Yanhong, and Yanhong used his wishes to pull him into the water, making him willing to work for himself."

Licking a dog, you often have nothing to do until you lick it...

Everyone nodded, thinking that this was very likely.

Pang Mu remembered Yan Jiao's autopsy results, "How is Dashan's physique?"

Liao Wuyan said: "Working a turtle man in a brothel is either doing rough work or working hard. Although he is not very tall, he is strong. According to Lin Ping's observation, he is likely to have some superficial fists and kicks."

Pang Mu looked at Lin Ping, who nodded and said, "There were many people in Yanyulou this afternoon. A few guests were drunk. When they went downstairs, they were crooked and hit the mountain. At that time, Dashan was holding a tea tray, with three tea cups in it. If it were an ordinary person, he would fall to the ground and smash it, but he just staggered a few steps and sprinkled some tea and stabilized it."

"By the way," Lin Ping remembered again and said excitedly, "The guest seemed very dissatisfied. He came out to find trouble for the mountain again. The trouble was quite a bit. It was still the girl from the bright red came out to persuade him to make peace!"

Everyone's spirit was refreshed: If it were just an ordinary turtle man and an ordinary friendship, why did Yanhong take the initiative to take charge of the matter?

But from this point of view, it seems a bit unreasonable.

Mr. Liao clearly stated that Yanhong had a bad attitude towards Dashan. Since that is the case, isn’t it just right to watch him be troubled by the guests? What can you do in such a way?

I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out.

While everyone was in deep thought, Liao Wuyan suddenly threw out a bomb:

"By the way, Yanhong may be going to do it in the next few days."

He scolded all the potential victims, and Yanhong was left uncontrollably, so he could only let his helpers or do it himself.

Everyone: "…!!!"

Please don’t tell the fact that you may be murdered at any time with a calm look on your face?

Pang Mu opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "Take care Mr. Wan Wang."

Yan Jiao was a little ridiculous and didn't know whether he should continue to admire and praise in the face of this situation.

On the one hand, Liao Wuyan achieved his goal in just a few days and was about to complete the task successfully, which was extremely efficient;

On the other hand... in just a few days, you have let a woman you never met hate to the core. What a profound hatred skill this is!

Pang Mu reminded again: "We have our people inside and outside Yanyu Building, but you must be careful. If you can avoid any water and food in Yanhong, don't be caught."

Unexpectedly, Liao Wu said something amazing, "I have never touched the things from her before."

Everyone: "What?!"

Even though Pang Mu commanded thousands of troops, he was shocked after hearing this answer, "Isn't it too obvious?"

"I think their tea and pastries are too rough and hard to swallow." Liao Wuyan said slowly, and slowly picked up the tea cup and ate the tea.

Everyone: "..."

It's really worth a fight!

Yan Jiao even felt that even if Yan Hong really decided to attack the man in front of her, she was afraid that she would be really angry to a large extent, right?

A long-lost silence appeared in the room.

After a long time, Pang Mu asked a little stiffly: "Have you heard of this person in Wei Zhi'an?"

This time they went out, they did not bring the list of previous Jinshis. They wanted to know that there was no way to find out anything, so they had to rely on Liao Wuyan.

"Wei Zhi'an?" Liao Wuyan used the tea cup cover to scrape the tea stem on the wiper surface. After pondering for a moment, he nodded in a hopeless manner. "I heard that he was a Jinshi from the previous class, a Jiangxi person, and the 36th place in the second place in the second place. I don't know what position he has now."

Yan Jiao let out a wow, full of admiration, "Do you remember this?"

"That's it," Qi Yuan introduced with a proud look on his face, "Mr. Liao is a genius and has the ability to remember everything you see!"

Liao Wuyan waved his hand, and his wide robe sleeves swept a graceful curve in the air, and said in a very realistic manner: "That won't be enough, you have to read it at least three or two times."

Yan Jiao, who was tortured by the exam, was tortured to death: "..."

It's really worth a fight!

Liao Wuyan didn't notice her expression, but just asked back: "What's wrong with this person?"

"According to the waiter of Qingyunlou, he was the one who had a crush on Yanhong back then. The two seemed to have made a private life. Wei Zhian agreed to marry her after high school, but he would have lost news as soon as he left." Pang Mu said, "We suspect that the cause of the incident was here."

Yanhong's passion was gone, unable to withstand the blow of being deceived by her lover, and suffering from being unable to retaliate against the initiator, so she transferred this resentment to other scholars who came to look for flowers and willows.

Liao Wuyan was silent for a moment, "It's reasonable."

In fact, this kind of thing is not uncommon. Even after he entered the court, he often heard people around him talk about the romantic affairs of that year. Among them, there were many people who made random promises to women, but most of them did not take it seriously.

Once you become famous, you will have a bright future and wait for a long time. Who cares about the little infatuated woman back then?

There were several banquets and social events, and my colleagues also called several singers. I don’t know what they were doing. Liao Wuyan asked about this matter by chance. At that time, several singers sneered.

"Sir, I'm just joking about this kind of thing. Who would take it seriously?"

"What if someone takes it seriously?"

The singer's smile suddenly became a little dimmed, and she said carelessly: "Of course I will regret it for life and end with hatred."

Du Yun bitch/The ruthless actor is unrighteous, but who can know that the cruelest heart in this world is probably grown on scholars.

Once you enter a prostitute, you will never be able to leave for the rest of your life; everything is inferior, but you can only study well.

We are not a member of the same generation, so how can we stay together for life?

*******

Although it did not rain in the next two days, it was dark and cloudy, and the air was not as refreshing as before. It was full of suffocating dullness, and there was a kind of tragic storm that was about to come and wind filled the building.

Captain Liu and his team found the third body. After an autopsy, it was confirmed that it was exactly the same as Jiang Bing's death: a comminuted fracture of the skull and a fatal injury to the chest were definitely done by the same person.

On the third night, Yan Jiao was bored in the room to sort out the case./

It is clearly a life, but her understatement is as light as saying that today's food is delicious and untasting.

This attitude is terrifying.

"You killed Jiang Bing?"

"yes."

"You also killed Liu Qiyuan?" Liu Qiyuan was the corpse he had just discovered.

"yes."

"How did you kill?" Yan Jiao suddenly spoke.

Yanhong did not answer immediately, but instead tilted her head to look at her, her eyes full of novelty, "Are you a constable? Can a girl's family do this?"

Her voice was indeed as delicate and soft as Zhang Ming described, but Yan Jiao didn't want to appreciate it at all.

“Answer my question.”

Yanhong chuckled lightly, like a red lotus blooming, extremely beautiful, "I first smashed his head with a hammer, and then stabbed it hard into his chest with a knife."

After a pause, she covered her mouth and giggled, as if she was telling the funnyest joke in the world, "Oh, don't look at him as arrogant as he was alive, but it was so funny when he died."

"He can't believe it yet, and he wants to recite poems to me again. Humph, I don't care."

"I have never missed his poems, not only his person."

"Do you think men are fools? They are self-indulgent fools. They think that if they say a few sour words and give some good things, women will be confused and let them mercy."

"So you see," she suddenly stood up, opened her arms and turned around in circles, and the red gauze on her body floated up like a red cloud, so beautiful that it was almost charming. "In the end, who was fiddling with whom?"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Jiao stepped forward and decisively said: "You are lying!"
To be continued...