Bo Ruoyou's back almost instantly became cold.

She couldn't help but speak out, "Who is outside?"

The voice echoed in the narrow corridor, but the only response to her was the "creaking" sound of the small door. Bo Ruoyou frowned, grabbed the teapot in his hand, and walked towards the terrace.

Pushing the door open, the cold wind thrusts on the terrace suddenly came to his face. Bo Ruoyou was suffocated, but he saw that there was indeed no one on the terrace, and the shaking flame was in the corner of the wall, someone came here to burn something.

This is the place where Li Yuchang fell to his death. Could anyone come here to worship?

Bo Ruoyou was a little puzzled. At this time, Jiang Feng blew out the flames. Bo Ruoyou thought that the paper money talisman was burning, but her eyes swept over, but she saw half of the unburned book in the dim light. She frowned slightly and went up to pick up the book. When she held it in her hand, she realized that it was not a book, but a handwritten book.

She looked to the ground and saw that there were a lot of ashes, and she knew that more than this one should have been burned, but this one was pressed down at the bottom and the wind was too strong that it was burned to the point of being halfway through the fire.

What book others want to burn has nothing to do with her, but Li Yuchang fell from here from here. It is logical that this place is not auspicious. If ordinary people want to burn something, how could they come here? Although she couldn't see what was written in the booklet, she felt that it must be related to Li Yuchang.

Bo Ruoyou shook the ashes on it, walked out with the script, and arrived in the corridor. With the dim light, Bo Ruoyou saw that it turned out to be a book of stories. On the title page, a big word "分" was in prison, and half of the second word was burned, but Bo Ruoyou still recognized it. It was a word "soul".

Seeing the word "resurrection", Bo Ruoyou immediately thought of "Resurrection" mentioned by Mr. Qian. "Resurrection" is a script written by Li Yuchang to Liu Huiniang, and it was highly expected. Although Li Yuchang is dead, "Resurrection" has not been finished yet, but even so, how could the script be burned?!

Nowadays, there are many operas in the north and south that were mainly legendary scripts in the past. If there are new scripts in the market, they will often become the magic weapon for various opera troupes to win. Now, although "Resurrection" has not been finished, neither the opera actors nor the Li family should have burned it so easily. The script has not been burned out yet. I believe that the person who burned the script has just left. Who is the one who burned the script just now?

Bo Ruoyou turned his eyes and looked at the corridor in the distance. It was not too early, and the cabins were closed, as if no one had come out. And tomorrow morning, the people from Yuchun's class at Changfeng Ferry were about to get off the boat, and she didn't seem to have to ask why the script was burned.

After looking at the book left in her hand, Bo Ruoyou was at a loss. She looked for the people from Yuchun class to return it back and seemed to have no idea who to look for. Moreover, since someone chose to burn it, it was probably for some reason. If she threw it anywhere at will, it seemed not good. She couldn't help but smile bitterly, turned around and went downstairs to get water for Cheng Yunzhi.

After delivering the water, Bo Ruoyou went back to the house and threw the script into the trash can inside the house. He thought that he could just ask the boatman to take it away tomorrow, but somehow, she suddenly felt a little curious as she looked at the script that fell into the trash can.

What kind of story should the playbook written by Li Yuchang for Liu Huiniang?

By the way, Bo Ruoyou picked up the script again. Half of the script was burned, but the remaining half was still clearly written. She looked through two pages casually and was actually attracted by the incomplete story. It was just because Li Yuchang used beautiful words and elegant words, and just looking at the words, it was pleasing to the eye. Although each page was only half, Bo Ruoyou still pieced together the story.

The story of "Resurrection of the Soul" tells the story of a young man and woman who love each other but cannot be linked together. The young actor in the play is named Chen Lang. He is handsome and gentle and elegant, and has a brilliant literary talent. He met Miss Liu at the poetry meeting, but due to the disparity in status, he was forced to die by Miss Liu's relatives. After his death, he was unable to eliminate his obsession and could not fall into reincarnation. He only turned into a ghost and wandered around the world. Miss Liu's longing for her became sick. When she was about to die, she saw Chen Lang's ghost.

Miss Liu recovered from a serious illness. Since then, she has met Chen Lang's ghost every night. After a few months of meeting with humans and ghosts, the relatives of the Liu family forced Miss Liu to get married and even invited Taoist priests to catch ghosts and eliminate filth...

Bo Ruoyou rarely read the folk songs in the market. He thought they were all beautiful stories of talented men and beautiful women, but he never expected that "Resurrection" was so bizarre. Li Yuchang's writing was clear and exquisite, and his writing was full of joy when they were in love, and when they were separated by life and death, it made people heartbreaking. Bo Ruoyou only read more than ten pages, so he wanted to find a complete playbook, and she couldn't understand even if she, a person who didn't love Southern Drama, felt that this playbook was a masterpiece, so why would anyone burn it?

Do you have a book or do you want to completely destroy the book?

Bo Ruoyou was skeptical and continued to read down the story. Because each page was only half, the more itchy it became, and the more critical it was lost, the story also lost its original interest. Gradually, Bo Ruoyou's thoughts faded. She flipped it faster and quickly finished reading the entire book. However, just as she was about to put the book down, her brow raised.

Because the handwriting on the last few pages of this book is actually a bit different from the beginning. Although it is equally elegant and has a power that penetrates the back of the paper, it lacks the previous feeling of flowing water, just like... it seems that someone deliberately imitates it.

Bo Ruoyou shook her head first, thinking that maybe the last two pages were written for others, but when she started reading the contents of the playbook, her eyes suddenly changed.

This story is written in the script and music. In addition to the lyrics of the narrative, each scene of the opera actors appearing and leaving, and their expressions and tone are described. This last break is the most heartbreaking part of the script.

After only half of it, I knew that Chen Lang was caught by a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest wanted to make his soul scattered. In order to save Chen Lang, Miss Liu finally agreed to marry his clan members. So there was a scene where Miss Liu sent Chen Lang back to the underworld in the middle of the night. The lyrics of this scene were extremely sad and heartbreaking, but what made Bo Ruoyou look solemn was a description of Chen Lang's departure.

Chen Lang entered the gate of the Yin Realm and embarked on the road to the Yellow Springs. He could forget that Miss Liu fell into reincarnation after only trespassing the water of Forgetful River. He looked at Miss Liu outside the gate of Forgetful River and retreated step by step, but Miss Liu was stern and forced to force him to fall into the water of Forgetful River. Poor he thought Miss Liu was empathetic and did not know that she was about to be forced to marry.

The latter half was burned and the lyrics were abruptly broken. Bo Ruoyou could no longer see the following play. But Mr. Qian said that Li Yuchang had not finished writing this story. Bo Ruoyou didn't know whether Miss Liu's final marriage was finally married. She only felt that there was something very strange.

In this play, Chen Lang fell into the Forgetful River water and fell into the river with Li Yuchang. He actually felt a strange sense of fit.

Huo Weilou said that debris piled up on the side of the boat, and stepped on the canvas masts and fell into the river with almost no effort. The Huangquan Road when Chen Lang left was also on a path surrounded by strange rocks and ghosts.

Bo Ruoyou was sad because of this sad story. When he saw this, he felt a little cool on his back. After Li Yuchang fell into the river, the folding fan made to sing "Resurrection" disappeared. Could it be that the river was really singing this lyrics?

If the entire play is written in one kind of handwriting, but the handwriting is actually different in the last fold. Then was this last fold written by Li Yuchang himself, or was it added by someone else without his knowledge?

A chill came up from the soles of his feet. Bo Ruoyou looked at the burnt book book, and then looked at the last scene. He always felt that Li Yuchang's fall from the river might not be so simple.

Li Yuchang is a playboy. If someone deliberately wrote this kind of singing, and then used the terrain on the boat to make him sing on the tower and then fall into the river...

Bo Ruoyou suddenly stood up, no, of course it could not be so simple. No matter how much Li Yuchang likes to sing opera, there is no reason to fall off the stairs boat out of thin air, but after he drank that night, it was different.

Only drunk people may miss it.

However, isn’t this a playbook written by Li Yuchang himself? Someone added a sing and accepted it calmly? But why did he write similar handwriting? If Li Yuchang wanted to pretend to be his own writing, why didn’t he write it himself?

Bo Ruoyou's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't help but pick up the playbook to read it. She suddenly wondered, is it possible that the playbook was not written by Li Yuchang himself? Or, the person who added this episode was good at imitating himself, and he was someone Li Yuchang trusted very much, so he asked this person to write it according to his own.

Bo Ruoyou thought of Liu Huiniang in an instant.

The person who drank with Li Yuchang was Liu Huiniang, and the person who talked about the drama with Li Yuchang that night was also Liu Huiniang...

Bo Ruoyou began to pace back and forth in the house. She spent a lot of time watching the playbook. At this moment, the entire building boat was quiet, and Huo Weilou must have stopped. She only had this kind of suspicion, who could she find? And Yuchun's team will get off the boat tomorrow.

After hesitating for a while, Bo Ruoyou felt that there seemed to be no other way than to find Huo Weilou. She picked up the playbook, put on her dress and went out.

Walking to the door of Huo Wei Tower, Bo Ruoyou raised his hand and knocked on the door. After a few sounds, footsteps sounded inside the door.

Soon, the door was opened, Huo Weilou was wearing a black cloak, his clothes were half open, and it seemed that he had already rested. When he saw Bo Ruoyou, he was slightly surprised, "What's wrong?"

Bo Ruoyou was blessed with a blessing, "Marty, the young lady thinks Li Yuchang is strange to die."

Huo Weilou's eyes were slightly condensed, "Is there any evidence?"

Bo Ruoyou hesitated for a moment and said with some confidence: "There is no proof."

Huo Weilou glanced at her, then turned around and walked into the house, "In and talk."

Bo Ruoyou entered the door and first showed Huo Weilou the script. Huo Weilou was surprised that she actually found this thing. Bo Ruoyou smiled bitterly: "The girl didn't think so much at first, but because she didn't know how to deal with it, she took it back to the house and almost threw it away, but she couldn't help but look it through. This time, the girl discovered something abnormal."

She first told the story written in the playbook and turned to the last fold, "Mr. Marquis, please read it. The handwriting here is different from before. When the folk girl read it, she almost didn't find it. But there are a few words that are too obvious. The folk girl has seen someone who specializes in imitating other people's handwriting. Marquis, please read it--"

Huo Weilou took the script and read it for a moment. It turned out that his handwriting was not the same as the one. "So what if he didn't have one handwriting?"

Bo Ruoyou asked him to read the book of the play, "In this play, Chen Lang fell into Wangchuan and Li Yuchang fell into the river, and this letter was different from the previous ones. Isn't the Marquis strange?"

Huo Weilou looked at Bo Ruoyou. The case was settled and there was no need to investigate too much. Even if there was any doubt, when Yuchun's team got off the boat tomorrow, this matter would have nothing to do with them. But Bo Ruoyou seemed to not let go of the slightest doubt.

"It's strange, but even if he fell into the river because of the show, it's hard to conclude that someone deliberately murdered him. Because the show was sung by himself, the wine was drunk by himself, and he walked up the pile of miscellaneous items, not pushing him down."

Bo Ruoyou frowned tightly, and he had three points in his heart that he was in favor of Huo Weilou, but she felt a little unwilling. Although she was not familiar with Li Yuchang, she suddenly died by her side. Can she really let it go?

She held her sleeves tightly, her eyebrows were lowered and she stopped looking at Huo Weilou, and the people were also caught in conflict and hesitation. For the coroner, she did think that the deceased was responsible for seeking justice, but she was not a Bodhisattva of Saving the World, and it was impossible for anyone to go deep into the cause every time she died. Now she would have to trouble Huo Weilou. If she had evidence, she would just rely on the script and guesses. What confidence does she have to make Huo Weilou come forward to investigate the matter?

"Why don't you talk?" Huo Weilou saw that she seemed to be discouraged, so he asked her.

Bo Ruoyou looked up at Huo Weilou, with a look of dismay. "The girl in the folk just felt that she was quite suspicious here and wanted to tell the Marquis that the body was examined by the woman, and the method that the woman speculated was too strange and clever, just like the Marquis said. Even if it was true, he did not force him to force him. Or, the last play was written by someone else, but others did not expect it to make him too deeply involved in the play and then fall to death..."

Bo Ruoyou sighed, "Maybe the folk girl took it for granted. The folk girl seems to have developed a habit for the past few years. Anyone who dies for no reason will always be delved into it. Now it is possible to imagine a murderer who does not exist."

Huo Weilou was upset when he saw her, his eyes softened, but he asked indifferently, "Will you forget it?"

Bo Ruoyou's lips were pursed, as if he was making a very difficult choice. Huo Weilou asked her again, "If you forget it seriously, what would you do?"

Bo Ruoyou's face turned even more bitter, but he just said, "It won't be possible, at most... at most... at most, I can't sleep well for a few sleeps."

The soft color in Huo Weilou's eyes turned into an indescribable depth. He looked at her for a moment before saying, "Yuchun's team will get off the boat tomorrow. Once they leave, there will be no investigation."

Bo Ruoyou's fist clenched slightly, and his face became even more sad. Huo Weilou suddenly said, "Although Li Yuchang is a playboy, he has not often performed on stage for many years, and he is now a businessman. Therefore, if he is really crazy about the playboy and sings by himself, he can get into the playboy to the point where he ignores his safety and falls into the river, I really don't believe it."

Bo Ruoyou suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Huo Weilou. Huo Weilou looked at her with his phoenix eyes and continued, "But if someone is with him and leads him into the role, it is very different. And if someone watches him fall into the river but does not call for help, and then wants to cover up the matter, then she can undoubtedly be called the murderer."

Huo Weilou spoke slowly, but low and pleasant. His eyes reflected the lights in the distance. At that moment, Bo Ruoyou felt that he was about to fall into his eyes. She swallowed it hard, and heard her restrained and cautiously ask, "Why... do you want to check?"

"check."

Huo Weilou said a word cleanly.

Bo Ruoyou looked at Huo Weilou and felt that at this moment, the lamps in the corner of the wall exploded with a "crackling" sound, and there seemed to be something in her heart. Joy passed through her eyelashes, because Huo Weilou believed her and satisfied her thoughts, and because Huo Weilou was in a high position, he did not regard the lives of ordinary people as mustard.

"Mr. Hou is wise!" She flattered her happily.

Her joy was very obvious. Huo Weilou saw it in his eyes, and the strange satisfaction in his heart came again, as if seeing her joy could make him feel better. He stood up and looked at Bo Ruoyou's unspeakable appearance, but some other thoughts arose in his heart. While he was tidying up his half-open clothes, he said casually: "Change clothes for me."

His words were natural, as if anyone around him would give such an order. Bo Ruoyou was happy and knew that Huo Weilou was so resolute and had to go down to investigate, so he immediately went to copy his outer robe.

Huo Weilou turned sideways and raised his hand. Bo Ruoyou spread his outer robe for him to put it on, so he went to get the jade belt next to him. Huo Weilou didn't want to move, but seeing that Bo Ruoyou's clear eyes did not continue to bully her, he took the belt and tied it on himself.

The cloak inside him was very loose. At this moment, he tied his belt and immediately wrapped his thin waist. Because he was tall and thin, the thin silk satin was pressed against his waist, inexplicably outlining a hard straightening bone with a distinct texture. Bo Ruoyou was looking at him excitedly after changing clothes and going out, but when she saw this, she felt her heart pounding, and her cheeks became strangely hot. She hurriedly glanced at him and didn't dare to look again.

After Huo Weilou finished changing clothes, he called Lu Ke when he went out. Eunuch Fu had already fallen asleep, but when he heard the movement, he immediately got up. When he heard that Li Yuchang might have doubts about the case, he immediately became energetic.

In the cabin on the second floor, everyone in Yuchun packed up their cages early and waited to get off the boat tomorrow, but they never expected that the embroidered clothes envoy came uninvited at night, and everyone was panicked for a moment.

The first person to be taken away was Mr. Qian. He was taken away, which naturally alarmed the others. Everyone came out to check out, but the embroidered clothes guarded the corridors on both sides of the second floor and did not allow them to walk around at will.

Liu Huiniang's hair was already scattered, and she was wearing a cloak, with her ink hair on her shoulders standing at the door. Seeing this, she said, "Don't panic, no big deal will happen. If there is a summon, everyone will answer happily. If there is no summon, they will go back to the room to rest. They will have to get off the boat tomorrow morning..."

"Sister Liu, it's so good. Why did the Marquis suddenly pass away Butler Qian? There won't be any accident? Or is it because of the master's affairs? We won't be unable to get off the boat tomorrow, right?"

A timid little girl couldn't help asking. After asking this, everyone else also watched it. Now Liu Huiniang is the most prestigious in the opera troupe. Butler Qian was taken away, so everyone naturally listened to her.

Seeing everyone looking at her with great utmost attention, Liu Huiniang was very calm, "What can I do? The master's death was an accident. We just need to take care of ourselves. Manager Qian is now in charge of our entire opera troupe, so I'm afraid it's something else."

She comforted everyone with this, and soon, most of the people in the corridor returned to their house.

Everyone left, only Yue Niang and Chunqin were still standing at the door. Liu Huiniang looked at them, "You guys go back and rest too, what's the matter?"

Yue Niang looked at Liu Huiniang coldly, but went to the house next door of Song Meiniang. Liu Huiniang lived in the door opposite Song Meiniang. Seeing this, she snorted and entered her room. Chunqin looked at this scene and closed the door without saying a word.

The empty tea shop on the first floor became a place for Huo Weilou to ask questions. Chen Ya was still alarmed in the middle of the night. Seeing that Huo Weilou's momentum was so powerful that he knew something was wrong, so he just waited outside peacefully to wait for instructions.

In the tea shop, Huo Weilou looked at the butler Qian kneeling on the ground and asked, "How long have you been to Yuchun team?"

Butler Qian was inexplicably at first, but when Huo Weilou stared at it like this, a layer of thin sweat quickly overflowed from his forehead. "The villain has been in Yuchun's class for thirteen years. He is the big butler next to the master. He has also helped manage the accounts in recent years."

"You have been here for so long, and want to know anything about Li Yuchang?"

Manager Qian's eyelids twitched and said cautiously: "All villains know about ordinary class affairs..."
To be continued...