In the fourth year of Shaoding (AD 1231), the spring night in Bianjing was shrouded in drizzle, the streets and lanes were dark and the lights were flickering. The night market has long since dispersed, leaving only the cold wind blowing across the stone road, and the rain washing the ground, bringing a damp smell.
Song Ci was wearing a green shirt and a cloak, standing in front of an old house. He lowered his head to look at the mud under his feet, frowned, and looked up at the dilapidated door in front of him. The door was ajar, and a white crane made of paper hung on the door knocker. During the wind and rain, the crane's body was slightly broken, and it seemed to be whimpering silently.
This is a bizarre murder case——
Three days ago, bad news came from the Wang Yuan's mansion in Xicheng. Wang Wenqing, the eldest son of Wang Yuanwai, died suddenly and mysteriously in the secret room of his family. The death was horrific. According to the servant, the doors and windows of the secret room were closed on the night of the crime, and no one could enter or exit. However, Wang Wenqing's body was covered with deep scratches, as if he had been mauled to death by a wild beast. What's even more weird is that a pool of blood was found in the secret room, which was like handwriting, faintly outlining one word: "Injustice".
After the case was reported, people were panicked, and rumors spread in the city. Some said that Wang Wenqing had offended a certain "mountain god" and his life was demanded; others claimed that he had done something evil and that ghosts came to collect debts. For several days, the inspection department was at a loss and the case was at a loss. Zhizhou had no choice but to ask Song Ci to take action.
Linked to each other, ups and downs