There are more and more mysteries, and because of the passage of time, it is becoming more and more difficult to solve. But the harder the mystery to solve, the greater the temptation to deal with Mingrui. This is a kind of aggressiveness. Some people make achievements by chasing women who are harder to get. For Fu Mingrui, a case is a woman, and the harder a case is, the more he is obsessed with it.

"The deceased was about seven feet in size..." Wu Guang started the preliminary bone examination. When he saw the scars all over the skeleton, his heart tightened. These scratches indicated that the deceased had suffered extremely cruel abuse during his lifetime. The other party kept scratching his body with a knife, and the sharp knife also scratched his bones, so it left marks on the bones, "The deceased did not die a natural death. Judging from the scratches on his remains, he Being tortured continuously...should be tortured to death..."

"So cruel!" Yi Jixuan frowned and grinned, "I've heard that some literati have a habit of abusing their wives. Could it be that this is Huang Ye's wife?"

"Master Yi, this skeleton is a male." Wu Guang pointed to the position of the pelvis, "The biggest difference between women and men is the pelvis."

"Hiss..." Yi Jixuan touched his arm, as if the strokes were all on his body, making him unable to look at him any longer, "Don't look at it, it's too cruel." Yi Jixuan turned his head and walked out This gloomy hut.

"How old is the deceased?" Fu Mingrui looked at Wu Guang.

Wu Guang inspected the skeleton carefully: "The preliminary judgment of the deceased should be around sixteen, to... around eighteen."

"Still a boy?!" Fu Mingsu was a little surprised, thinking carefully, "Huang Ye's children are still alive, who is this boy? Could it be the child of a servant?"

Fu Mingrui looked at the skeleton on the ground solemnly. If the scratches on his whole body were restored, what kind of cruel abuse did this boy suffer in front of him? His face, chest, arms, phalanges, thigh bones, and almost no bones in his body. What kind of hatred does the person who hurt this young man have towards this young man? That's why he was allowed to do such inhumane bestiality!

Fu Mingrui raised his face, thought for a moment, and looked at Wang Quan: "Send someone to catch up with Chen Chu, tell them that another skeleton has been found, and notify everyone that all members of the Huang Ye family who are over 30 years old will be imprisoned, and send someone to come The Yi family set up a court, and tomorrow I will be in Huang Ye's old house, behind closed doors! Trial the case!"

"Yes!" The loud voice dispelled the chill in the hut.

The sunlight broke through the floating dust, sprinkled on the thin skeleton on the ground, and shone into the two black hollow eyes of the skull.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and the capital was extremely lively, and the censorship at the gate of the city became more and more stringent.

The commercial street restaurants are decorated with red silk lamps to welcome visitors from all over the world. During the holidays, the capital is the most prosperous moment.

The circle of Jinghu Lake has been covered with red silk, and all kinds of exquisite lanterns have been hung up. The lotus, the jade rabbit, Chang'e, is flying to the moon, and the dragon, snake, horse, sheep and twelve zodiac signs celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Blank red paper was pasted on each lantern, not because the lantern riddles were not done, but left on the day for those young men and women to come up with their own questions. This can be said to be the annual blind date meeting in Beijing. If you miss the Mid-Autumn Festival, you will have to wait for the Lantern Festival next year.

That night, boys and girls will leave their own lantern riddles on the lanterns and hide their messages in them. Here, if you can write a meaningful word is the key. Because many men and women will prefer the lamp of beauty.

It's not yet the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the whole capital is already full of festive joy.

Red lanterns for the Mid-Autumn Festival were also hung up in every household, and the fathers in the courtyard began to tie cute rabbit lanterns for the children.

Artists flocked to the capital one after another to make a fortune at the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival.

What Fu Mingrui caught earlier was also a juggler who was planning to make a fortune on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Huang Ye's family moved out of the capital in the second year after Huang Ye's disappearance, and moved to a mansion in the eastern suburbs, which was originally the summer house for Huang Ye and his family. It is also the place where many literati in the capital retire.

The eastern suburbs are surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the bells of the national temple are clean every day. Even the palace of the royal family was built here, so many high-ranking officials and nobles also built their own summer resorts here.

Although it is a suburb, the housing prices here will only be more expensive than the residential areas in the capital.

After Huang Ye's death, in fact, the Huang family was a little bit out of date, and the family was in decline. None of Huang Ye's children has inherited his painting skills, let alone his descendants. Now the children of Huang's family rely on some of Huang Ye's connections with the Academy of Arts to make ends meet by taking up some idle positions in the Academy of Arts in the capital.

The other source of income is still mainly by selling Huang Ye's paintings. They also kept some paintings in front of Huang Ye, and sold one whenever they were in financial difficulties. Huang Ye's later paintings are very popular, because they are brightly colored, so they are very eye-catching when hung on a white wall. It is deeply sought after and loved by merchants in the capital.

As the years passed, the prices of Huang Ye's paintings rose even higher. Therefore, selling only one Xiao Xiao can make the whole family eat for several years. Huang Ye's paintings can really support future generations.

Huang Ye's eldest son is now sixty-five years old. He died of illness a few years ago, and his eldest grandson Huang Zong has already retired from the Academy of Arts. Now his great-grandson Huang Jiao is taking over the position of clerk in the Academy of Arts.

Huang Jiao put on the uniform of the Academy of Arts and saluted his father: "Father, my son has gone to the Academy of Arts."

"En." Huang Jiao's father nodded, "Go and say goodbye to our ancestors."

"Yes."

The ancestor Huang Jiao's father spoke of was Huang Ye's regular wife: Lu Shi.

Fifty years later, this Lu family is still alive.

The ancestors sent their precious great-grandson Huang Jiao in the yard. She is almost ninety this year, and she is a real and famous longevity star. As long as she passes her birthday after the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, she will be ninety. Seeing that there are still seven days before his birthday, Lu's face is particularly radiant these few days.

Because at that time, she will still be able to enter the palace to meet the emperor, receive the seal of the emperor, and get a seal of the birthday star, that is really a great blessing! So she has been eating vegetarian food, and as long as she can move, she will go to the national temple to chant scriptures and burn incense.

And the Huang family also started preparing for the 90th birthday early, and when the Lu family came back, the high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital would definitely come to their Huang family to congratulate them. At that time, there would be another wave of congratulations, which would further enhance their Huang family's reputation.

Mrs. Lu had already planned to auction off a painting by Huang Ye on her birthday. With her own handwriting and the seal bestowed by the emperor, this painting would surely sell for more than one million taels!

"Old ancestor, I'm going to the Academy of Arts." Huang Jiao saluted Lu Shi respectfully.

Lu looked at him with a loving smile: "Okay, okay, go early and come back early."

"Yes. Grandpa."

"You're so cute." Lu Shi looked at Huang Jiao with full pampering.

At this moment, the old butler rushed in: "Master-Master-yo! Old ancestor!" The old butler hurriedly saluted in surprise.

Lu Shi looked at him displeasedly: "What are you doing, you're so frightened early in the morning."

The old housekeeper's face was tense, he didn't dare to say anything for a while, and peeked at Huang Jiao's father, Huang Zong. The members of the Huang family on the side also stepped forward one after another, looking at the old butler suspiciously.