"Sir Cheng, why are you here alone today?" Seeing Cheng Muyou walking towards them alone, several old men who were playing chess quickly stood up and walked to him to bow and salute, "Sir, are you still here for the Han family's case?"

Cheng Muyou returned the gift and nodded, "Several old men, I have something to ask you. It is said that after the Han family accident, the villagers often saw people shaking in the house, or even saw paper horses?"

Several people looked at each other and the old man standing in front said, "It is true that as the adults said, many people in the village saw the lights in the Han house, and there was a faint laugh, just like the grand occasion of Han Zhiyuan's banquet. Moreover, sometimes the sound of horse hooves could be heard from there. Therefore, everyone said that the Han family was still in dissipation and was still wandering on this land after they died. Even I saw the lights in the cracks in the door, flashing, which scared me so much that I almost peeed my pants and went home quickly."

"Miss Kang Yun, you bought it last time when Han Zhiyuan went out to sea. Can you tell me about her story more carefully?"

"She, apart from being beautiful, I have never heard of any rumors. But this woman is beautiful, it is already the biggest topic. At that time, many people asked Han Zhiyuan for her. Han Zhiyuan quickly spoiled her to heaven. The Liuli Pavilion was built for her, so how could she give her to others..."

"Wait, you said many people want her, who are those people? Do you know?"

The old man smiled, "These are all circulated in the public, and it is difficult to tell whether the truth is true or not. Besides, it is a matter between the nobles. We ordinary people can only listen to it. How can we know whether there are these jealous things?"

"Sir, how can you... how can you do this?" Kang Yun's face floated through his mind again. She protected her naked arms, her face full of fear, as if she had seen a living ghost.

"No, the reason is never so simple. Is it necessary to commit such a shocking case for a woman?" Cheng Muyou muttered to himself, and without saying goodbye, he turned around and walked forward slowly.

Several old men were stunned by his strange behavior. When he walked away, they whispered, "Everyone said that Lord Cheng is a very smart person. Why do you look foolish when you see him now?"

"What do you know? This is called being wise and foolish. We ordinary people, don't guess what they think."

Cheng Muyou walked along the path towards the Han house. He was in a daze along the way, full of thoughts. Before he knew it, he had climbed up the high steps and stood in front of the mottled red painted gate. He didn't go in, his eyes passed through the crack of the door and looked at the broken wall inside: Who is it? Xixi and Shi Feishijin have searched one by one according to the list, but no suspicious person was found. It's okay, nine years have passed in the case, and everyone knows that any useful clues have disappeared with the passage of time, otherwise the government would not have used the stupidest method to investigate. The murderer was so cunning, how could he not have thought of this? Of course, he would have laughed and not give the person to the investigation.

Now, the grass is beaten and the snake is shocked. It may be even more difficult to solve the case.

There seemed to be dark clouds surging in Cheng Muyou's eyes. He closed his eyes and opened them hard again, glaring at the shadow hidden in his mind.

"Da da da da da..."

The sound of horse hooves came faintly from the forest. The sound became smaller and smaller and denser, as if he was running towards the depths of the forest.

Are you a passerby? No, this place is not a necessary path, and coupled with the intimidation of the bloody crimes, few people are here.

There was no time for him to think too much. Cheng Muyou ran towards the direction of the sound like an arrow, but when he ran into the forest, he could only see a vague shadow on the distant mountain road. The man was riding a horse, and under his gaze, it gradually turned into a black dot, and the trees on the other side of the road merged into one.

"So you are guilty and you are afraid, so you sent someone to check the crime." He felt a little relieved. At least, re-investing this case can make the suspect feel fear. Even if the case cannot be solved in the future, he will live in fear for a long time, which is better than letting him spend the rest of his life proudly.

Cheng Muyou snorted coldly from the bottom of his heart, "Don't worry, even if I don't find the clue and can't get you into the case, I will scare you from time to time. The rats under the tip of the knife will always live in fear and will never be happy one day." He wanted to comfort himself, but a white light suddenly flashed in his mind, "No, why did he send someone to the crime site again? The government has started to investigate. It can be said that he is a trap for himself, but why would he rather take the risk than come here again? Is there any clue hidden here? This thing can prove his identity and make him unable to defend?"

Thinking of this, Cheng Muyou suddenly felt full of strength. He ran to the door of Han's house and pushed the door open.

The thick dust fell down, throwing him into dust, but now he no longer cared about these things. He didn't let go of the front hall, backyard, garden, inner room, every inch of the place. He looked carefully and looked closely, his eyes were sour and congested, and the things in front of him gradually became blurred and there were ghosts. But he still didn't stop, running back and forth in the Korean house like a madman, not even letting go of the most cramped corners.

Finally, Cheng Muyou couldn't hold on anymore. From day to sunset, he had been looking for a whole day. He didn't know when one of the boots on his feet was missing, and his clothes were scratched. Now there were just a few rags, messyly resting on his body.

However, there was still no clue. No matter how hard he tried, he could not find anything related to the case in this huge house.

He leaned against a pillar in the front hall and stared blankly at the dilapidated wall. The huge sense of frustration grabbed his heart in an instant, causing him to suddenly feel a kind of sadness of the withering of all things.

His eyes were sore and painful, and he had to close them, but at the moment when the darkness hit, a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind: "The decorative buildings in the Han house are unmatched, and even the walls are covered with golden pieces as thin as cicadas' wings, illuminating the interior with golden light."

He frowned and stretched out a hand forward, trying to grab the sudden inspiration. Finally, he grabbed the shining thing into his palm.

Cheng Muyou opened his eyes, and a line of tears slid down the corners of his eyes, "I understand, with your cunning, you will not leave any clues here. What you are afraid of is the things you took from here. This thing can completely expose your true face."...
Chapter completed!