Chapter 911 Traces and Doubts About Siming Curie

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The waiter opened the door.

The door opened, and what Liu Wei saw was the open window opposite.

And as Xingyi's companion said, the window of this window is facing a wing on the second floor of the teahouse on the right.

"Oh, why are the windows not closed? The house is soaked by the rain!" The waiter shouted in surprise. Apparently he didn't expect that the windows were not closed when the guests left.

The waiter didn't care about taking care of the gods of wealth, so he quickly brought a rag to wipe the floor, fearing that the rainwater splashing in would soak the floor.

The waiter is busy.

Liu Wei walked around the house twice.

After only two laps, I didn't go any further.

When Liu Wei went downstairs, Xingyi and others didn't know what the significance of the two laps was.

On the way to the inn, the gentleman actually asked them the name of the deceased and what else was in the room of the deceased.

Xingyi’s companion also answered.

The deceased's name was Yao Guang. When he came to Kyoto, he brought a baggage with him, but now the baggage has disappeared.

Nothing was left in the inn room.

And even though he knew the situation, this gentleman still insisted on making a trip.

Xingyi and others all felt that this was because the husband did not trust them, but now it seems that the husband himself did not see any reason why.

The stay in the inn was not long.

After glancing upstairs and downstairs, Liu Wei planned to leave.

Before leaving, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Liu Wei glanced at Xiao Xizi who was sitting on the stool and looking curiously at the group of outsiders.

When Xiao Xizi saw Liu Wei looking over, she was stunned for a moment, then her dark eyes curled up and she asked, "Master, do you have any other instructions?"

Liu Wei didn't say anything, looked away, and left directly.

The waiter took the thirty taels of silver in his arms and gave one tael to Xiao Xizi, who was looking at the store in front of him. Xiao Xizi took it and happily took the money and said he would go out to buy candies.

The waiter felt that Xiao Xizi was just a half-grown child, and because he had just come to Kyoto from a foreign country and went to live with a distant relative who was separated by who knows how many generations, it was really pitiful, so he leniently let Xiao Xizi go.

Xiao Xizi took an umbrella and left through the back door.

In the rain, we walked around seven or eight streets and passed three or four candy shops, but they didn't stop.

Finally, he walked to the entrance of an alley in the attached street, carefully looked around to make sure no one was following him, and then quickly got in.

The footsteps stopped at the deepest part of the alley, in front of the mahogany courtyard door.

The wooden door opened, revealing a somewhat dilapidated but relatively clean yard.

He walked through the yard and entered the inner room. He closed his umbrella, patted the wet water stains on his shoulders, lifted the curtain and walked into the inner room.

As soon as I entered, there was a rush of medicinal gas.

Xiao Xizi rubbed the tip of her nose and said to the young man on the bed who looked sick but had a particularly serious expression: "Sir, I'm back."

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Similar to Pingan Inn, Simingju on the right is also a two-story building.

Different from Ping'an Inn, Simingju's decorations are much more exquisite than those of Ping'an Inn.

The inn has been in business for a long time, and its purpose is to make it popular. People come and go, and just seeing passers-by can give people a sense of intimacy.

What the tea house does is elegant.

Although this street is not the main street of Kyoto City, the location is not good, and there are not many wealthy customers, this teahouse is exceptionally well decorated.

Liu Wei walked from the first floor to the second floor.

Xingyi and others had already greeted the shopkeeper and stuffed their money with them. They didn't stop them when they went up, but the shopkeeper was still a little unhappy in his heart.

It's just raining heavily today and there are no customers in the store, so it doesn't matter.

When he was about to go up to the second floor, Liu Wei suddenly stopped, turned around, and said to the shopkeeper whose eyes were not eyes and his nose was not a nose: "This teahouse of yours is quite elegant."

As soon as he heard the customer praise the store, the shopkeeper's face immediately improved and he said: "Our boss specially hired a top-notch craftsman to make this. I heard that the craftsman also repaired the garden for the empress in the palace before."

Liu Wei smiled and praised: "No wonder the small teahouse looks extraordinary from the inside out. The shopkeeper must have put a lot of effort into running it on weekdays. Look at the floor, it's spotless."

"That's natural." The shopkeeper added proudly: "We have eight cleaning guys here. When there are no guests, they clean every five hours. When there are guests, they clean every other hour. I have to clean it once, and every day when I open it early in the morning, I have to inspect each wing. If it doesn’t pass the inspection, the clerk will deduct a whole day’s wages, if they dare to neglect it.”

Liu Wei listened, praised again, and then went upstairs.

Xingyi and others didn't know why their husband was in such a good mood. They wasted time at the inn, and when they got to the teahouse, they had to chat with the shopkeeper.

But after all, you are asking for help from others, and it is not easy for them to push you.

Now they finally reached the second floor. One of Xingyi's companions quickly led the way, taking Liu Wei all the way to the sixth room on the left on the second floor.

Liu Wei walked very slowly. When she entered the room, she looked around briefly and saw two unexpected bricks placed under the table and cabinet in front of the window sill.

"We took out the bricks. There was a small hole under the table and cabinet. I didn't notice it at first. It was just because this was the wing directly opposite Yao Guang's room that I took a closer look. Found something strange." Xingyi's companion explained, moving the table and cabinet away as he spoke.

Liu Wei knelt down and took a look. There was definitely not much room for the hole in the ground, and it was a bit rough. It seemed that the deceased had dug it in a hurry.

Perhaps it was because he was too reckless when hiding and was afraid of being exposed, so he came again later.

Liu Wei stood up and faced the window. When he raised his eyes, he saw the window of Yao Guang's room on the second floor of the inn opposite.

The window has been closed by the waiter. Now the window is locked tightly, so you can't see the scene inside at all.

"Sir." Xingyi called and asked with a hint of expectation: "Sir, what can you see?"

Liu Wei said in a daze: "I'm afraid that what you are looking for cannot be found, but there are a few points that can be used as a reference."

When they heard that they couldn't find something, Xingyi and others were a little panicked, but when they heard that something seemed to be turning around, they immediately cheered up and stared at Liu Wei intently.

Liu Wei said: "First, the deceased should be from Lingzhou. Judging from the few traces of life left in the deceased's room, at least before his death, he still retained traces of the Lingzhou people's lifestyle. In other words, the deceased He is very dependent on his homeland and is very familiar with the way of life in his homeland. Usually, if a person often goes to other places, he will more or less acquire some local habits. However, the traces of the deceased's life remain unchanged, and the deceased is very likely to It’s my first time traveling far away, and the place I started from when I came here was Lingzhou.”

Xingyi and others listened blankly and asked for a long time: "Traces of life?"