It was too late, but Wu Xiang was waiting outside the city, and Bo Ruoyou did not delay. He wore a thick cloak and followed Hou Yang out of the city.

As soon as the carriage reached the gate of Xiangguo Temple, night fell. Hou Yang took Bo Ruoyou through the town at the foot of the mountain and headed all the way to the village on the west side of the town.

Below the Nanshan Mountain is a large area of ​​farmland and a village. After Li Shen left Feiyun Temple, he settled at the foot of the mountain on the west side, along the frosty path at the foot of the mountain. The carriage finally stopped before a two-entry house.

This mansion is much wider than the mansions of many villagers around it, with gray tiles and white walls, and it also shows a bit elegant. It takes two incense sticks to get to the town, which is not far or close.

Bo Ruoyou pushed the door and entered, and the lights were brightly lit in the garden. Wu Xiang and He Chang came out from the inside. Wu Xiang said, "I'm sorry, Xiao Bo, I'll let you come so late, but only you can help us determine whether this is the place where the crime occurred."

Bo Ruoyou naturally had no choice but to take responsibility. Several people walked into the house and Wu Xiang said, "We were looking for someone in the town just dawn today. Because we took the portrait, there was not much noise. This person probably ran away temporarily because he heard the wind. Later, we met a peddler who was carrying a load nearby to sell fruits and vegetables. He said he recognized this person and pointed us in the direction."

"I found this place later. It looked ordinary, but there was a lot of world inside." As he said that, he entered the main hall, Wu Xiang pointed to the wall on the north side of the main hall and said: "There is a bedroom behind it, one on the left and right wings is a study room and the other is a warm pavilion. Because it is a solitary living, it is still neat and clean. Come with me-"

He turned toward the study room and went to the study room. When Bo Ruoyou saw a door hole with one person high on the west wall at a glance.

Wu Xiang pointed to the door and said, "There was originally a bookshelves here, but after removing it, the door hole leaked out. This is a place for rituals. You can come in and see."

As soon as Bo Ruoyou walked into the dim corridor, he felt breathless. A pungent smell of incense, candle lamp oil and an indescribable smell of blood could not be dissipated. Because the sun was dark, the room was not ventilated, and there was a special smell of mould.

Less than ten steps in the corridor, Bo Ruoyou soon saw a dim light. The dark room was only ten feet square. The surrounding walls were covered with bright yellow colors that Taoist liked. The ground was covered with red tints. The prayer flags drooped from the roof, and the runes written in cinnabar were filled with. The entire dark room gave people a sense of depression, terror and weirdness.

Bo Ruoyou soon noticed the stone tribute platform in the middle. There was no oath table in the entire temple, but a square platform standing in the middle, half a person high, surrounded by incense and candles. At this time, Bo Ruoyou saw the two chains hanging from the roof, and her heart suddenly jumped.

Stepping forward on the red brocade carpet, there was a kneeling mat with bright yellow embroidered cloud patterns under the Gongtai. No matter how you look at it, it was a Taoist place for fasting and worshiping. Wu Xiang waved the hanging prayer flags and pointed to Gongtai and said, "Come here, there is a lot of blood in it-"

Bo Ruoyou quickly stepped forward and walked to Gongtai before he looked, and found that there was a sunken Bagua stone plate in the middle of the Gongtai. The scriptures were densely covered with scriptures. At this moment, it was covered with blood scabs. Two ancient seal characters could be vaguely seen. Bo Ruoyou took out a handkerchief and twisted it into a dark brown blood scab, and nodded quickly and said, "It's human blood."

After saying that, she raised her head, and the chains hanging from the top were cast iron, with these two or three inches wide shackles at the end. Bo Ruoyou thought of the bruises on Wen Jin's wrist and said, "It basically matches the scars on Wen Jin's body."

Wu Xiang continued: "We have also verified that the incense and candles are used in temples and temples, and they can burn for about two hours. There is a gap behind the stone platform, and blood flows to the back of the stone platform."

Bo Ruoyou walked back around the stone platform and soon saw a low-lying place that looked like a pool. There were two stone candlesticks in the pool, and there were burning lamp oil inside. The pool was black at this moment, and it was full of dry human blood.

Bo Ruoyou looked up at the prayer flags hanging from the top, and then pulled the nearest prayer flag to look at. When he got closer, he realized that the runes written on the prayer flags were not cinnabar, but blood stains that had been dim for a long time. Although she did not understand the meaning of the runes written on the prayer flags, such a strange place would not be ordinary Taoist fasting and worshiping.

Bo Ruoyou stepped forward and carefully looked at the hanging chains, and then looked at the candles around the Gongtai. "All the blood on a six or seven-year-old child added less than one pound, and if he lost too much blood, he would be exhausted in less than two hours. Just as he was the time of this fasting ceremony, the handcuffs and wounds were basically consistent with the injuries on Wen Jin's body. If Wen Jin could find his lost shoes, socks and weapons, it would be basically concluded that this place would be the place where the crime occurred."

"Finished!" Wu Xiang pointed to the northwest, "There is an open space behind the yard. When we came just now, we found a place where we were heart-wrenching. It was inside Wen Jin's lost shoes and socks. It should have been left at home when he abandoned the corpse that day. Later, after returning, I found that I had to dig a hole to bury it. In addition, in the wardrobe outside, I found the fairy cave robes worn by Taoists. Such robes were only worn by the great temple. I checked it just now and there were blood on it."

"The mask was also found. Not only did the Monkey King mask be found, but the fox fairy mask that Wen Jin brought back that day, and there were some other things. Come and see--"

Wu Xiang turned around and walked out. Bo Ruoyou naturally followed. After walking out of the corridor, he took Bo Ruoyou to the warm pavilion. The cabinet doors of the warm pavilion were all wide open, and the long couch next to the window was the fairy cave clothes he had just mentioned.

This fairy cave robe is gorgeous and unparalleled. It has a sleeveless pair of clothes. The whole robe is purple from the east. It is embroidered with gold and silver threads, with auspicious patterns such as the crane and unicorn, the Bagua Pagoda, the sun, moon and stars. There are also Taoist scarves found next to it. Next to the Monkey King mask and the Fox Fairy mask, it is placed a rattle, a sword and a simple three-clear bell.

Wu Xiang said again: "Some fish drums, whisks, and yin and yang rings were also found, which are all magic tools used by Taoism. These are the ones related to the case. The rattle drums and masks were mentioned earlier. The masks will make the old man find them to verify to see if they were from him. The sword is quite sharp and there is blood on the tip of the sword. Perhaps it was used to stab the dead that day. There is also this bell. I wonder if it is related to the sound of the bell mentioned by Mr. Ming—"

Wu Xiang said, picking up the bell and shaking it. The sound of the bell is crisp and pleasant, but as soon as he heard the ringtone, Bo Ruoyou felt a needle tip piercing her heart, which made her heart ache. She quickly said, "Head Captain, you can catch me."

Wu Xiang put down the Sanqing bell, "The gold and silver in his house and his usual clothes were gone, so he went to look for it in two directions, one went south to the pier and the other went to the dry road to Luozhou. He was sick and could not bear the trouble. He also asked the people nearby and said that there was a green cloth carriage in his house, but it was gone now, so just check the carriage, which was easy to hunt down."

Bo Ruoyou felt a little relieved, and looked at this house again. Although the house looked neat and elegant, it was not a new house. "He was kicked out of Feiyun Tower last year. When did this house be purchased?"

"I asked the people around me, but they didn't know that there were people in this house, but I had never seen the owner of the house appear. However, the pick-up peddler said that Li Shen started buying things from him. It was after July this year. Because he didn't like to come to the market, he bought some commonly used things from him-"

"After July?" Bo Ruoyou frowned, "If he had been here and had no reason to start buying after July, how could he solve the problem of food and clothing earlier? If others were not here, where were they before?"

Wu Xiang said: "After you catch the person back for interrogation, you will know that the surrounding area is still waiting to be visited, and the origin of this house must be verified. It will be clear if you wait for two days."

Wu Xiang asked Bo Ruoyou to help check the physical evidence, and then ordered the yamen to clean up and take the physical evidence back to the yamen. Bo Ruoyou stood beside the couch, and his eyes unconsciously fell on the Sanqing bell.

The three-clear bells are about six inches high and are made of brass. They have a "mountain"-shaped handle and a bell with a diameter of two and a half inches. There is a tongue inside the bell. The bell is carved with scriptures, spells and statues of the three-clear gods. The light shines on people. Bo Ruogu made the gods so that they could pick up the three-clear bells. With a light shake, the sound of the bell penetrated into her ears like a spiritual snake. Her heart tightened and she hurriedly handed the bell to the yamen who were collecting evidence.

When the hour was midnight, the prayer flags and runes in the dark room were taken off, and the feeling of depression and horror faded a lot. Bo Ruoyou went in and stood by the side of the shovel and looked, and said, "You still need to ask a Taoist priest to see if there is another mystery in this altar."

Wu Xiang nodded, "That's right, I thought that this man used Wen Jin as a sacrifice. I don't know where he heard the evil way, and he even attacked the children. It's really hateful."

Bo Ruoyou watched the temple being demolished. When all the objects were taken out, only the Gongtai and the blood pool were left. This dark room was specially built for rituals, especially the hook locks on the roof that hung up people, which were even more unusual. Bo Ruoyou stared at the hook lock for a while, and pointed and said, "Catcher, it's better to send someone to see it. The rest of the place can be faked, but the hook lock will rust. Look at the rust, and you will know how long the object has been nailed."

Wu Xiang didn't expect that, so he asked someone to go out to find a wooden ladder to look up. After waiting for a while, a yamen borrowed a wooden ladder from a farmhouse in the distance. Hou Yang volunteered to climb up. When he looked at the light, he said suspiciously: "The fixed chain expenses are not rusted. I guess it's less than half a year."
Chapter completed!