The Delicate Lady Coroner Chapter 173: Nine ileum 05

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Chapter 173 Nine Ileum 05

Bao Ruoyou got off the carriage and walked straight towards the children. It was snowy and windy, and the children's cheeks were all red from the cold, but they were smiling and their eyes were bright. When they saw A beautiful sister came over and looked at her eagerly.

Bao Ruoyou first smiled at a few people, and then walked up to the masked child, "Little Master, where did you buy the mask you are wearing?"

Her tone was soft. These children were all six or seven years old. They were a little nervous and then relaxed. The masked child said: "Mom bought it at the stall outside. Well, it's over there. , it’s too early now, the stalls haven’t been set up yet——”

Because he was wearing a mask, the child's voice was booming, and even though 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 outer wall of the wine shop in the distance. .

She knew it in her heart. After she looked away, she looked at his mask. The children were about the same age. They seemed to be from nearby common people's homes. They were also very familiar with this area. Bo Ruoyou pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Is that the only place in town that sells masks?"

The child saw that she really liked the mask on his face, so he took off the mask, revealing a childish face, "In that place, the mask seller is an old man, he is very good at his craftsmanship. , look, isn’t this mask scary..."

He suddenly 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? His smile deepened for a moment. He felt a little embarrassed when he saw this, and put the mask back on Take it off, "Who do you want to buy a mask for, sister?"

Bao Ruoyou looked into the child's innocent eyes and said slowly: "My sister has a younger brother at home who also likes these gadgets."

The child then raised his head and glanced at the sky, "Sometimes the old man comes before it gets dark."

As soon as he finished speaking, several more firecrackers sounded in the distance. Several children screamed in fright and fled. The child holding the mask waved to Bo Ruoyou and ran towards the northwest alley. Bo Ruoyou I wanted to ask some questions, but I saw the children running in such a hurry that I didn't say anything.

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

Bao Ruoyou stood up and took another look at the open space. The snow had stopped and many shops had set up stalls. It would be more lively in the evening. I wonder if the old man will come tonight. .

"I didn't hear the child reciting nursery rhymes just now, but in fact he did. When he turned around, not only was he wearing a mask on his face, but the mask was also red. The red paint found in the nails of the deceased today, It’s very similar to the paint on this mask.”

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

"I won't come back. I'll wait for the old man who sells masks." After Bo Ruoyou finished speaking, he went to explain to the Yamen. After a while, the Yamen returned to the Fanyin Inn to look for Wu Xiang. Not long after, he was not far away. Wu Xiang came over.

Wu Xiang asked: "Xiaobo, what's going on?"

After Bao Ruoyou told what happened just now, Wu Xiang responded quickly: "Do you think the young master of the astronomer family might have been wearing a mask that day? He covered his face and his voice, so he was silent. Was he taken out quietly?"

Bo Ruoyou said: "It is possible, and the mask is made of wood, and the paint on it is quite rough, and the mask the child was wearing just now is the same color as the one I found in Wen Jin'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 saw it!"

It was almost dusk at this time. Bo Ruoyou knew that Wu Xiang was going to Xiangguo Temple, so he did not let him stay any longer. He waited for the old man in the carriage. When the sky was getting dark, the buildings and houses on both sides of the long street were all bright. The lights were on, and the market became lively. Even though it was snowy and cold, many tourists came out of the inn to walk around. Not long after, a series of firecrackers went off, and there were jugglers performing tricks on the street.

The long street gradually became more prosperous, and Bo Ruoyou looked at the open space under the wall with some anxiety. Night had come, but the old man selling masks had not yet appeared.

She was a little anxious for a moment, but at this moment, there was a sound of horse hooves at the end of the long street. The noise of horse hooves indicated that there were many people coming. And with the weather like this, who could be coming?

Bao Ruoyou opened the curtain and looked over, and saw a familiar figure. Under the bright lights, the person who came was Huo Weilou. He rode up and searched the crowd with his eyes. Quickly, I saw her from the carriage window.

Their eyes met, and Bo Ruoyou's eyes flashed. She jumped out of the carriage in surprise. Within a moment, Huo Weilou had arrived. He drew back his whip and dismounted, and Bo Ruoyou came up to meet him: "Why is the Marquis here?"

Huo Weilou threw the riding crop to his entourage and came up to hold her hand, "They said there was another case outside the city. I saw you hadn't returned home in the afternoon, so I guessed you were going to stay outside the city another night. How about it? What was it? Case?"

Last time, Bao Ruoyou went to Qianjia Town for a bone examination all night, which made him worry all night. Now that he guessed that she would not be able to go back tonight, he went out of the city by himself. Bao Ruoyou felt hot in his heart, and his cold hand was held by him. Stay, the warmth spreads from your fingertips to your limbs.

She briefly explained the case and added: "Now I'm waiting for the old man who sells masks——"

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

Bao Ruoyou followed and looked over, only to see an old man with gray hair pushing a wheelbarrow this way. The road was slippery in the snow and he walked very slowly. There was a simple shelf placed on the car board and connected with ropes. Dozens of masks were hung on it, and Bo Ruoyou's eyes lit up instantly.

"It must be him!"

Huo Weilou waved his hand, and an attendant immediately came up to help. The old man was startled when he saw this. He calmed down when he saw that the people did not mean any harm. The attendant pushed the wooden cart to the open space under the wall, and then pushed the wooden cart on both sides. The chopping board was put down and propped up to open the stall, and then Bo Ruoyou and Huo Weilou walked up.

The old man looked nervous. Bo Ruoyou stepped forward to look at the masks on the chopping board. The masks were large and small, with different shapes and colors. The ghost mask he had seen in the afternoon was among them, and there were one large and one small. Bo Ruoyou You Na touched it in her hand and found that the paint was evenly applied. However, the paint itself was inferior and had a harsh grainy texture. She tried to pick it off with her hands. Although it was difficult to pick it off from the front, the paint peeled off at the edges of the mask.

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

The old man felt sorry for what he had made. Bo Ruoyou said hurriedly: "Don't worry, old man. I want to buy these two masks. I dare to ask, old man, are there other masks of the same color? And do you remember Dongyue?" On National Day, was there a five- or six-year-old kid who came to buy a mask?"

The old man glanced at Huo Weilou, folded his hands nervously and said: "There are not many red masks. Most of the red ones are ghosts. There are more human-faced fox fairies with green crows and white moon. The girl said on the eleventh day of the winter month, Xiao I can’t remember clearly, but most of the people here buy masks with their children. How dare a five or six-year-old kid buy a mask by himself?"

Bo Ruoyou felt bad. If the murderer had tricked Wen Jin into buying a mask as a family, the old man wouldn't think it was weird. Bo Ruoyou tried to put the mask on his face. He went to see Huo Weilou again. Huo Weilou had a smile in his eyes and raised his hand to give the money.

"A useful clue?" he asked again.

Bao Ruoyou looked at the two masks in his hand, one large and one small, and shook his head, then asked the old man, "How many people will buy these ghost masks?"

The old man smiled and said: "Girl, just look at the villain and there are only two or three ghosts in the bunch of masks. This mask is a bit scary. Ordinary timid people will not buy it, just to get a fresh look. If you don’t know how to buy it, there aren’t many people who like to buy it.”

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

The old man thought for a moment and shook his head, "Nothing has happened in the past one or two days. The girl just asked Dongyue Eleven... I can't remember it for a moment. It seems that I have sold one or two in the past ten days, but who bought it? I really don’t have much of an impression on this villain.”

Bao Ruoyou also knew that there was no point in it, and the old man probably couldn't remember anything just by asking him like this. She looked at the mask and thought that it would be better to leave it at that, so as not to affect the old man's business, so she thanked her and talked to Huo Weilou Get ready to leave.

But as soon as the two of them took two steps, the old man said: "The girl wants to ask about the red mask?"

Bo Ruoyou turned around and said, "There are still some masks that I haven't brought out today. Not only the ghost mask is red, but there is also a monkey king mask that is also red. It's just that the mask is exquisitely made and sold more expensively. On weekdays, the masks are more expensive." It’s not easy to sell here.”

Of course Bao Ruoyou didn't want to let go of any clues, but when she murmured the words "Monkey King Mask" twice, she suddenly felt that the object seemed familiar, as if she had seen these words in some book. Yes, she walked slowly towards the old man's stall. The moment she stood still in front of the stall, an idea suddenly appeared in her mind——

She had seen these words in the old files of the government office, which recorded the case of Ming Guilan's kidnapping!