Hewang Tomb and Dongzhen Kingdom secret treasure have always been coveted. There are ten or eight thieves here, which are reasonable. But it is somewhat inconsistent with the current inferred case and those untouched agencies.

Wang Yan frowned and pondered, Zhang Ping bowed: "The official wants to continue to check the corridor with murals, I hope you can be sure."

Wang Yan glanced at him: "No need to ask for instructions. The department will continue to check there, otherwise, if you go back and forth like this, you will walk more often and delay your time." He turned his head and told the guards, "When the department checks the other things, you will check the cave entrance. You don't have to report it if you find anything. You will record it first, and then report it to the department. Every stone and every inch of land must not be moved without any movement."

The guards took the order and left. Everyone turned back to the corridor they were looking for.

Zhang Ping followed Wang Yanlanjue and walked silently. Decades ago, after the criminals came here from the entrance of the cave, they must have walked to the fork in the fork, and then found a luminous painting on the wall.

The criminal followed the paintings all the way and entered an empty stone chamber.

The further you go, the farther the chains that were torn beside the stone chamber door are from the door, the damage to the chains on the door frame is getting heavier and heavier, and there are signs of being kicked.

The criminal who found nothing was getting more and more irritable.

The paintings on the wall were scraped, and the remaining torches and fire notes on the wall were all destroyed. The criminal was very impatient and questioned whether he had been fooled again.

Finally, after walking for a long time, the criminal discovered—

here.

The guard who was walking in the front stood in front of a large open door: "Sir, there are traces on the ground." Then he looked in the door sideways and said even more surprised, "There is something in the room!"

Wang Yan immediately said, "Be careful, don't encounter evidence." He walked forward with another lantern guard.

The traces on the ground were obviously footprints from the soles of people's shoes, from deep to shallow, facing further in front of the corridor. Judging from the size, they were footprints of men.

Wang Yan ordered the followers to draw the size and shape of footprints, measure their steps, and first entered the room with two followers.

This stone chamber is exactly the same size as the previous stone chambers, and the room is in a mess.

On one of the walls, there is another green painting.

Wang Yan immediately said: "Peizhi, come and have a look."

Lan Jue, who was avoiding the side of the corridor, bypassed various traces and entered the room. Looking at the painting on the wall, the brushwork was concise and childish, but you could still see that it was painted by the same person as the pretentiously crude paintings outside.

There is also a moon in the painting. There are several trees on the hills outlined under the moon, the one closest to the top of the cliff is particularly tall. There is another stream of water in the distance, and two trunks of grass of varying heights on the shore.

A few lines of beautiful words are written along the way—

Reeds grow on the west bank, and green cypresses are on the east mountain; the bright moon should pity me and look at each other from afar.

"This is a woman's work. The meaning of longing is favored by her calligraphy and paintings. The reeds should be compared to her. The green cypress on the mountain is her lover."

Wang Yan nodded: "Well. If this painting was painted by a woman in the sarcophagus, she would have a baby. She would definitely not be able to give birth to a child by herself. The child must have a father."

So, who is the child’s father?

Lan Jue said: "From the calligraphy and painting, the child's father should have traveled far away."

Wang Yan touched his chin: "It may be dead, too?"

Lan Jue shook his head: "There is no mourning in the calligraphy and paintings. It should be just far away in a foreign land and it is difficult to gather."

Wang Yan nodded again: "Peizhi can see clearly."

Zhang Ping stood by the door silently and watched, while Wang Yanyi turned around and looked inside.

A low table fell to the ground, and the water tank beside the stove was broken. Behind the debris were lying overturned wooden barrels, shoulder poles and lamps, and fragments of porcelain scattered in the corner of the wall. Even the ash in the stove was taken out, covering the iron pot and pot lid on the ground.

Two stools, two bottoms of bowls, and four chopsticks.

There were traces everywhere that there were two people living here.

Wang Yancang's entourage went into the inner room with him to check. Lan Jue said, "The house is narrow and there are many people, and it is probably crowded. I will damage the physical evidence. I will go outside first."

Wang Yan immediately said: "No, there may be something inside that you need to ask you to help me with. It is even more inconvenient to go in and out."

Lan Jue smiled and said, "Then I have a good idea to look at the Ministry of Justice to investigate the case and collect evidence in detail. If there are any mistakes in the future, I hope Lord Wang will forgive me."

Wang Yan grinned: "I can't stand this sentence. I'll be able to hold on. I'll be laughing at you too much this time. After returning to Beijing, I will serve you with good wine and beauty to wash the old female corpse for Lord Lan." He glanced at Zhang Ping who was still standing by the door and looked at him quietly, "Come in too."

There was also chaos in the inner room.

Wang Yan looked at the mess in front of him, but he was delighted.

There are two beds in the house.

The beds were hung with tents, and the shredded bedding and pillows were piled on the ground, obviously there were big and small.

A box in the corner of the wall was wide open and overturned, and the surroundings were filled with children's clothes.

There was a table against the wall, and several pieces of copper mirror scattered on the table and underground. The ink cartridges were mixed with the broken rouge powder cartridges. There were also many shiny powders on the ground.

All kinds of physical evidence match the previous inferences about the case.

The two people living here are a woman and a child.

Lan Jue said: "Looking at the bed, table and clothes are all ordinary styles."

Wang Yan leaned over and twisted a pinch of powder: "This thing is like powder ground from a night pearl."

The woman used this to mix it in glue and painted it on the wall.

Lan Jue sighed: "How many beads can be used to grind out from the outside to the inside? This is much better than spending a lot of money."

Wang Yanhe said: "It would be impossible to be buried with the precious ones in the tomb of the king. It was just this pile of night pearls. It was painted so powder and was not left to the tomb robbers at all. The criminal was too ignorant, and the rest was spilled. Well, looking at the traces on the ground, maybe it was a mistake and swept away some more."

Zhang Ping quietly crawled under the table and picked up a few pens.

The criminal obviously had to check whether there was anything hidden inside the pen holder, and the tips of several pens were pulled off.

Zhang Ping searched for the corners and took out the pen tip from various corners.

Lan Jue and Wang Yan walked to the box and picked up a few small clothes.

"This woman's child is a boy."

There were not many clothes, and most of the fabric was cotton. Only two half-new and one small bellyband, which was considered brand new, were satin, but the workmanship was very fine, many of which were worn by babies or children aged one or two. The woman carefully kept the things used by the child.

Wang Yan waved his hand and ordered the constable to come over and clean up.

Zhang Pingyi got up and walked over, holding two pen tips he had just picked up in his palm.

"Please look, sir."

Wang Yanting looked at it, Lan Jue's heart shrank, and the pen tip was stained with dust, but it was obviously brand new before, and the hair used was not like a sheep's hair or a wolf's hair.

"This is, the pen is started."

There is also one Lanhui.

Wang Yan looked at Lan Jue, then looked at Zhang Ping again: "This is an important evidence, please put it away. From the moment you entered the door, you added a lot of physical evidence. So the criminal, do you still have to wait for the evidence you found in the capital to come back?"
Chapter completed!