Huo Weilou only felt him making noise, "Shut up."

Huo Qinghong touched his nose, took a step back and stopped talking.

While holding an umbrella and hitting the corpse, Bo Ruoyou still explained: "It was taught by his adoptive father. Whether it is useful remains to be seen--"

As soon as she finished speaking, Bo Ruoyou frowned. Once she focused on the autopsy, her expression was quite calm. Huo Qinghong had many questions, but he didn't dare to ask more questions. He saw Bo Ruoyou half-kneeling on the felt blanket, holding a piece of cotton wool in his hand, and wiping it lightly on the bones. After the candle made of the flesh and flesh fell down after baking, Bo Ruoyou found a few traces of faint blood that penetrated into the bones.

Soon, Bo Ruoyou stood up straight, "I dare to ask the marquis, if a person practices martial arts over the years, does there be any martial arts routines? When attacking his opponent, the parts of the opponent's injury will be roughly similar?"

Huo Weilou knew that Bo Ruoyou had discovered something, and his voice sank, "Of course, the martial arts in the world are changing a lot, and even Buddhism has many ways of doing things. First, it is limited by the martial arts, and second, people have their own habits. When attacking their opponents, they naturally have habits to play."

The fighting style is similar, and the wounds left behind are naturally quite similar. Bo Ruoyou's eyes lit up slightly, "Mr. Marquis, although Master Jingkong has been killed for ten years, in addition to the knife wounds here, there are also many bruises on his bones that have suffered severe injuries. This severe injury left a slight bone crack on his bones. These bone cracks are no longer visible after years of age. However, after steaming and roasting, the traces of his old traces were exposed. The female woman found that the bloody dizziness on Master Jingkong's bones matched the wounds left by Lord Feng. The murderer ten years ago and the murderer who killed Lord Feng were mostly one person."

After the fog was cleared, the case became much clearer, but Bo Ruoyou said: "But - the murderer first added fists and feet, and finally used a sharp weapon again. This is a bit strange. Just like Lord Feng's death, if the murderer brought a sharp weapon to make a weapon, why should he fight with him..."

If you want to kill someone, you will naturally seek a quick battle and a quick decision. If you are entangled with fists and feet, it is very easy to create variables. If you have a powerful weapon, why not directly use a powerful weapon to fight each other. Huo Weilou's narrow eyes, "What if there were two people back then?"

"One person fights with fists and feet, the other person kills it with sharp weapons, or, after Jingkong is controlled, he kills it with sharp weapons."

Bo Ruoyou's eyes were slightly brighter, "It's true that this is possible."

"If there were two murderers back then and Lord Feng was one of them, then Lord Feng could only use a weapon for them. After many years, the old story suddenly broke out, the two of them were in conflict, or the other one was worried, so they killed him to silence him. But if Lord Feng had nothing to do with this matter, then there were still two people who could not do anything about it."

Huo Weilou ordered: "Come Yue Mingquan and the other two to come, and this marquis will interrogate them in turn."

The place of interrogation is still in the yard where the corpse is stopped, and Jingkong's corpse has also been moved back. In front of the two remains, if the murderer is really among them, I'm afraid there will be two more shocks.

Huo Weilou had only had routine inquiry earlier, but this time he was interrogating it alone. Wu Yu and others were old ministers. Seeing this, he knew that Huo Weilou had obtained new clues and was even more suspicious of the three of them.

The first person to be called in was Yue Mingquan, Wu Yu and Wang Qingfu were guarding outside, Ming Guilan and Huo Qinghong also stood beside bored, and after Bo Ruoyou placed the corpse, he was also waiting outside.

Huo Qinghong thought of yesterday's words, and suddenly he was not afraid of death and wanted to try Bo Ruoyou. He walked up with a smile and shouted in a self-feeling voice: "Youyou--"

Bo Ruoyou raised his eyebrows, opened his beautiful eyes slightly, and looked at Huo Qinghong in confusion.

Huo Qinghong walked up and said, "Guess what I'm thinking in my heart?"

Bo Ruoyou was a little helpless, "The young girl doesn't know."

Huo Qinghong glanced at the paper money rune placed aside in the house, "It seems that I have to show you to the Buddha so that you can understand my feelings--"

Huo Qinghong entered the door, first lit the incense candle with everyone on his back, then picked up a piece of scripture talisman paper that had been left to pay tribute to Jingkong and burned it. Then, he grabbed the remaining ashes in his palm. He folded his hands together, bowed to the direction of the Main Hall, and said, "Buddha, please show your spirit, let Youyou see my feelings, I fell in love with her at first sight."

Bo Ruoyou looked at Huo Qinghong with an incredible look on his face, but Huo Qinghong walked to Bo Ruoyou with a smile, and saw him spreading his hands holding paper ashes, and then gently blowing the ashes.

Bo Ruoyou never took it seriously, but at this moment, something strange happened. Huo Qinghong's originally clean palm had some idea of ​​the word "you". One in the left hand and one in the right hand, which turned out to be her name!

Bo Ruoyou looked at Huo Qinghong in surprise, and Huo Qinghong said with a smile: "Youyou, do you believe me?"

Bo Ruoyou's surprised expression was written on his face. Huo Qinghong was very proud, but Bo Ruoyou was surprised, "I didn't expect the prince to be so simple in the world. The girl knew the truth when she was seven years old."
Chapter completed!