Datang: I played synthesis in Zhenguan

Lin Muxue, Liao Yuzhu, and Xiao Liu entered the courtyard

The woman in her 40s looked at the three of them with dull eyes, and immediately looked away, not paying attention to the three of them.

Lin Muxue didn't understand why she reacted like this when a mourning hall was set up and someone came to mourn.

"Perhaps the loss of my husband was too severe, and my behavior was a little slow."

When people are in great pain, they will become dull and have no ability to think. Xiaoliu has seen this situation a lot, so Lin Muxue doesn't have to make a fuss.

The three spent incense in the mourning hall. After the ceremony, she began to talk to Zhang Quan's wife

"I remember that Zhang Quan used to plow the fields in the farm. I don't know why he was kicked out??"

Zhang Quan's wife looked at her dumbly, as if she wanted to see through her

"Are you from Zhuangzi?"

Lin Muxue didn't deny it, Zhang Quan's wife suddenly changed her face
"Get out, get out!"

"It's because your farm doesn't pay attention to credibility that my husband has such a field today. You go, go quickly!"

Zhang Quan's wife was hysterical and wanted to drive the three of them away.

Lin Muxue felt that Zhang Quan's wife had an unusual attitude towards this matter, as if she hated the farm very much.

"Sister Zhang, don't chase people away. These two are officials from Dali Temple. If you want to find the real culprit and avenge your husband, you should cooperate with them in questioning."

Xiaoliu left Dali Temple at [-] o'clock, Zhang Quan's wife was really not messing around, as if all her strength had been exhausted, she almost couldn't stand still.

Lin Muxue saw this scene in her eyes, and continued to ask
"Why do you hate the people in the farm so much? Do you know about Zhang Quan and the farm?"

Zhang Quan's wife bit her lower lip, looking a little nervous

"I don't know, it's just that Zhang Quan once said that there are no good people in that farm, that's why I drove you away."

Zhang Quan's wife was really lying, he was so excited just now, it was definitely not that simple.

"The room where Zhang Quan died, has someone moved, we need to check it again"

Zhang Quan's wife was afraid of Dali Temple, and reluctantly brought the two of them to the door of the room where Zhang Quan was poisoned.
"I just had dinner with him that night, and he said he wanted to drink some wine, so I went out to buy wine"

"When I came back, I saw Zhang Quan's face turned red, as if he couldn't breathe, and fell outside the door."

"What can I do as a woman, I finally invited a doctor, but it was too late"

Before Lin Muxue entered the house, she first heard Zhang Quan's wife's account. Zhang Quan's wife picked herself up completely, but she looked nervous, as if she was afraid that she would find out the truth.

"You guys wait outside, I took a fingerprint"

Lin Muxue searched carefully in the room. This room was twice as big as Wang Tongde's room. The board table for eating was also very delicate, and the bowls and chopsticks were placed on the board table.

There is no poisonous rice scattered in the house, and it is very tidy and tidy.

There were no other people's fingerprints on the bowls and chopsticks, only the fingerprints of Zhang Quan's family.

Lin Muxue came out shaking her head and left Zhang Quan's home.

"Have you found anything?"

Liao Yuzhu asked her, Lin Muxue let out a long sigh

"It's a waste of time, the woman has already cleaned the house, and there is no residue left even from the poisonous rice."

"But judging from the furniture placed in the house, Zhang Quan is not as simple as a tenant."

When Xiao Liu heard what Lin Muxue said, he regained his spirits.

"Then tell me why he can't be a tenant. I see that although the courtyard is clean, it can still be seen that he is living in poverty."

The walls of the courtyard are low and can't prevent thieves, the mourning hall is very simple, and they even burn the paper money every once in a while, which can be seen to be very frugal.

"Xiao Langjun once said in his book, don't be fooled by the illusion in front of you"

"Zhang Quan's board foot case is a new one, and it may not be the one at the time of the case."

"And the newly replaced Banzu table is of excellent workmanship, and there are carvings of cattle and horses on it"

"Usually, this kind of board-foot case costs more than ten dollars, but why would a tenant family be willing to buy a board-foot case for more than ten dollars?"

"Also, have you noticed that although Zhang Quan's wife was in a trance, she didn't cry?"

"I mentioned the resentment in Zhang Quan's eyes that she couldn't hide, as if the two couples were enemies."

Xiao Liu understood what Lin Muxue said, Zhang Quan's wife was very suspicious, and the family had a windfall.

"I will go to investigate secretly again, don't be impatient, big sister"

Xiaoliu is an expert at inquiring about gossip, and Lin Mu believes that it is right to leave it to him.

In Pingkangfang, Neilin Muxue and Liao Yuzhu received a warm welcome as soon as they came. Now they are rootless duckweed without fake mothers.

While worrying, Lin Muxue and Liao Yuzhu came.

"Sister, you don't know how many guests have been lost in our building after you left, and the younger sisters can't open the pot anymore."

Lin Muxue opened the skylight and spoke clearly
"Du Juan, what happened when you discovered that your fake mother was poisoned that day?"

Rhododendron recalled opening

"That day, a wealthy guest came to the building and spent money like water. Naturally, the false mother was overjoyed and received him warmly."

"After the man left, the fake mother went back to her room to rest and ate some rice and vegetables."

"In the end, when we found out that the false mother hadn't come out after going back to rest for half an hour, I was a little worried and went to look for her."

"How do you know that the false mother clutched her neck in pain, and lost her vitality in a moment."

Howard, the false mother was killed, is there any connection between the two?
"Did someone touch the fake mother's room? Did anyone enter the room when she was poisoned?"

Du Juan hurriedly replied no. After the false mother died, the officials sealed the false mother's room, and no one entered it.

"That's all right, take me there"

The fake mother's interpersonal relationship is not complicated, except that the girls in the building are just receiving guests, and this line of work doesn't make enemies casually.

Lin Muxue took fingerprints in the room, and when the gold powder went down, the fingerprints immediately appeared.

This time, in the false mother's room, there was only the fingerprint of the false mother.

"It's strange, how did this fake mother get killed?"

Under the eyes of everyone, in a closed room, she had her fingerprints alone.

Among the three, the false mother was the first to be killed, but also the least likely to be killed.

With so many pairs of eyes watching, who can kill in a bustling brothel?

For a moment, Lin Muxue felt a little confused. The fake mother was killed in the secret room here, and there was a third person's fingerprints in Wang Detong's house, while Zhang Quan's side had all the evidence destroyed.

"Xiao Liu, go dig deep along the line of Zhang Quan's wife first."

"I went to Dali Temple for an autopsy"

Lin Muxue and Xiao Liubing split into two groups, so they parted.

In Dali Temple, Sun Fujia heard that Lin Muxue was going to do an autopsy
"What did you say? My autopsy method in Dali Temple is not as good as yours?"

Sun Fujia originally gave her a waist card, so she turned a blind eye to the case investigation, but the autopsy will have to be filed, and this girl even said that their methods are not good enough.

This is not a trivial matter, and a delicate girl goes for an autopsy, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't match her!

But now Lin Muxue looks resolute and very confident. Sun Fujia has seen the development of fingerprints, so he naturally has expectations for her autopsy skills, isn't it just written in the file?
"Okay, I'll take you to the autopsy"

Sun Fujia took the paper, pen and inkstone from the public case, full of interest, as if this was not an autopsy on a dead person, but a birthday celebration for a living person.