Bo Ruoyou got off the carriage and walked straight towards the children. It was cold in the snow and the children's cheeks were red with cold, but they were smiling, and their eyes were bright. When they saw a beautiful sister coming over, they looked at her eagerly.

Bo Ruoyou smiled at the few people first, then walked to the masked child, "Young Master, where did you buy the mask you are wearing?"

Her tone was soft. These children were six or seven years old. After a little nervous, they relaxed. The child wearing a mask said, "My mother bought it at a stall outside. Look, it's there. It's too early now, and the stall has not been put out yet-"

Because he was wearing a mask, the child's voice was muffled, even if he was so close, he could not hear it clearly. Bo Ruoyou looked in the direction he pointed, and only saw an open space under the exterior wall of the wine shop in the distance.

She knew in her heart. After retracting her gaze, she looked at his mask. The children were about age and seemed to be from nearby people's homes. She was also very familiar with this area. Bo Ruoyou pondered and smiled, "Is there only one place selling masks in this town?"

Seeing that she really liked the mask on her face, the child took off her mask and showed a childish face, "Just that place, the person selling the mask is an old man, who has good skills. Look, isn't this mask very scary..."

He put the mask on again and leaned against Bo Ruoyou, as if he wanted to scare her. How could Bo Ruoyou be scared? He smiled even deeper for a moment. Seeing this, he felt a little embarrassed and took off the mask again, "Who do you want to buy a mask for?"

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

The child looked up at the sky, "Sometimes the old man would come before it was dark."

As soon as he finished speaking, several firecrackers sounded from afar. Several children were so shocked that they scattered like birds and beasts. The child holding the mask waved to Bo Ruoyou and ran towards the alley northwest. Bo Ruoyou wanted to ask something, but he saw that the children ran so anxiously that they didn't speak.

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

Bo Ruoyou stood up and looked at the open space again. At this moment, the snow stopped, and many shops set up stalls. When they were waiting for the evening, they thought it would be more lively. I don’t know if the old man would come tonight.

"I haven't heard this child recite nursery rhymes just now, but in fact he read it. When he turned around, he was not only wearing a mask, but also a red mask. The red pigment found in the nails of the deceased today is very similar to the pigment on this mask."

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

"I won't go back, wait for the old man who sells masks." Bo Ruoyou finished speaking and went to explain to the yamen. After a while, the yamen went back to Fanyin Inn to find Wu Xiang. Not long after, Wu Xiang, who had not yet walked away, came over.

Wu Xiang asked, "Xiao Bo, what's going on?"

Bo Ruoyou said what happened just now, and Wu Xiang reacted quickly: "Do you think the young master of the Ancestral family might have worn a mask? He covered his face and covered his voice, so he was taken out quietly?"

Bo Ruoyou said, "There is this possibility, and the mask is made of wood, and the paint on it is quite rough. The mask that the child was wearing just now is the same as the one I found in Wenjin's nails. When the old man comes, I want to see if there are many such colors. Maybe this old man has seen the murderer."

Wu Xiang's eyes lit up, "It would be great if someone had seen it!"

It was almost dusk. Bo Ruoyou knew that Wu Xiang was going to Xiangguo Temple, so he didn't let him stay. He waited for the old man in the carriage. When the sky became darker, the lights were on the houses on both sides of the long street, and the market became lively. Even though it was snowing and cold, many tourists came out of the inn. Soon, a series of firecrackers sounded, and jugglers even performed tricks on the streets.

The long street is gradually prosperous, and Bo Ruoyou looks at the open space under the wall but is a little anxious. The night has arrived, but the old man selling masks has not yet appeared.

She was a little anxious for a moment. At this moment, a string of horse hooves sounded at the end of the long street. The sound of horse hooves showed that there were many people coming. Who would be coming in this sky?

Bo Ruoyou lifted the curtain and looked over. He saw a familiar figure at first sight. Under the flames of firefly lights, the person coming was Huo Weilou. He rode his horse and searched the crowd. Soon, he saw her at the window of the carriage.

Looking at each other, Bo Ruoyou's eyes were shimmering. She jumped out of the carriage in surprise. After a while, Huo Weilou had arrived. He whipped off the horse and dismounted. Bo Ruoyou greeted him: "Why is the Marquis coming?"

Huo Weilou threw the horse whip to his entourage and came forward to shake her hand, "Say there is another case outside the city. I saw that you have not returned in the afternoon, so I guess you are going to stay outside the city for another night. What, what is the case?"

The last time Bo Ruoyou went to Qianjia Town to examine his bones all night, and he was worried all night. Now that he guessed that she would not go back tonight, he came out of the city by himself. Bo Ruoyou's heart became hot, and his cold hands were held by him, and the warmth spread from his fingertips to his limbs and bones.

She briefly said the case and said, "The old man who is waiting for the mask selling is now-"

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

Bo Ruoyou followed and saw a gray-haired old man pushing a wheelbarrow toward this side. The road was slippery in the snow and he walked quite slowly. There was a simple shelf on the car board, and dozens of masks connected with ropes were hung on it. Bo Ruoyou's eyes lit up instantly.

"It must be him!"

Huo Weilou waved his hand, and immediately a servant went up to help. The old man was shocked when he saw this. Seeing that there was no malice, the servant pushed the wooden cart into the open space under the wall, lowered the chopping boards on both sides and put them on the stalls. Then Bo Ruoyou and Huo Weilou walked up.

The old man looked nervous. Bo Ruoyou stepped forward to look at the mask on the chopping board. The face was big and small, and the shapes were different. The ghost mask I saw in the afternoon was in it, and there were one big and one small. Bo Ruoyou held it in his hand and touched it. The paint was evenly applied. However, the pigment itself was inferior and had a bit of a grainy feeling. She tried to pick it with her hands. Although it was difficult to pick it off on the front, the paint fell off at the edge of the mask.

"Hey hey hey girl, what are you doing..."

The old man felt sorry for what he had made, and Bo Ruoyou hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I want to buy these two masks. How dare I ask, "The old man, can there be anything else in the same color mask? And do you remember that on the eleventh day of the winter moon, a little baby of five or six years old came to buy the mask?"

The old man looked at Huo Weilou and nervously said, "There are not many red masks, most of the red ones are ghost messengers, and more fox fairies with crows and blue moons, and the girl said that the girl was talking about the eleventh day of the winter moon. However, most of the villains come here for adults and children. How dare the little baby who is five or six years old buys the masks themselves?"

Bo Ruoyou thought to himself that if the murderer lured Wen Jin and was treated as a family to buy a mask, the old man would not feel strange. Bo Ruoyou tried to gesture the mask on his face, and then went to see Huo Weilou. Huo Weilou had a smile in his eyes and raised his hand to give silver.

"But a useful clue?" he asked again.

Bo Ruoyou shook his head as he looked at the two masks, one big and one small in his hand, and asked the old man again, "How many people are buying this ghost mask?"

The old man smiled and said, "Girl, look at the villain's only two or three ghost messengers in this pile of masks. This side is a bit scary. The timid ones don't know how to buy it, but they just want to buy something fresh. There are not many people who like to buy it."

Bo Ruoyou understood in his heart, "Then please think about it, can anyone sell it recently?"

The old man focused his mind for a moment and shook his head, "It hasn't been done in the past one or two days. The girl just asked Dongyue Eleventh... The villain couldn't remember it for a moment. It seemed that he had sold one or two pieces in the past ten days, but who bought the villain really didn't have a big impression."

Bo Ruoyou knew that there was no point in his direction. With just this cross-examination, the old man probably couldn't remember anything. She looked at the mask and thought that she might as well give up, so she would not affect the old man's business. So she thanked him and prepared to leave with Huo Weilou.

But as soon as they took two steps, the old man said, "Miss, do you want to ask about the red mask?"

Bo Ruoyou turned around and said, "There are some masks that have not been brought out today. Not only are the ghosts and men are red, but there is also the Monkey King mask that is also red. However, the mask is exquisitely crafted and expensive, and it is not easy to sell on weekdays."

Of course, Bo Ruoyou didn't want to let go of any clues, but when she murmured the words of the Monkey King mask twice, she suddenly felt that this thing seemed familiar, as if she had seen these words in a book. She slowly walked towards the old man's stall and stood in front of the stall, a sudden light of inspiration appeared in her mind.
Chapter completed!