I am the best in the world with the crime solving system

Leaving the West Wing, Mrs. Song's complexion finally sank under the cover of night, "Young Master, go and invite him over!"

The mother-in-law winked at the maidservant behind her, and the maidservant quickly went to invite someone.

Mrs. Song did not stop, she held her hand, walked through the winding path, and walked towards the mourning hall.

Meng Baishan came very quickly.

Even so, the mourning hall has been restored as before:

The maidservants and servants who were on guard at night bowed their heads and lowered their eyes, kneeling quietly in four rows in front of the coffin.

In the iron basin, piles of yellow paper were piled up, and the fire was burning.

Meng Baishan stopped for a while, then quickly passed the maidservant, walked up to Mrs. Song, raised his hands and said anxiously: "Mother."

"Kneel down!" Mrs. Song shouted coldly.

Meng Baishan timidly knelt down on the ground, touched his head to the ground and said, "Mom, calm down."

Mrs. Song looked at him coldly, "Chen Qiyang hasn't pleaded guilty yet?"

Meng Baishan kept his posture, not daring to move, "Not yet."

"There are all witnesses and material evidence, why didn't he plead guilty?" Mrs. Song asked.

"I'm useless," Meng Baishan said quickly, "but mother, don't worry, I'll make him confess tomorrow."

A cold light flashed across Mrs. Song's eyes, "Tell me, how do you plan to make him confess?"

Looking at the dusty ground, Meng Baishan answered after consideration: "I have already agreed with Mr. Zhou that no matter what method we use tomorrow, he must confess his guilt."

Mrs. Song looked at him quietly for a long time before she said lightly, seemingly without much strength: "Haven't you ever thought that the reason why he didn't plead guilty is because the murderer was someone else?"

Meng Baishan panicked and said: "There are all witnesses and material evidence, how could it be..."

"How could it be?" Mrs. Song sneered, "Zhang'er is strong and burly, with a height of five feet one. Chen Qiyang is only ten years old, and is short and thin. How can he kill Zhang'er?"

Meng Baishan timidly said: "Mom, calm down, I will go to Master Zhou to re-examine tomorrow morning."

Mrs. Song looked at him and stopped talking.Obviously, he was surprisingly angry that he had come to this point and hadn't told the truth!

Meng Baishan, on the other hand, trembled unceasingly under her cold gaze.

The candle flames flickered, the spirit mantle fluttered, the shadows of the trees rustled, and everything looked like ghost traces.

The two of them were like this, one standing and one kneeling, one stern and the other silently facing each other in fear.

On the roof beam outside the mourning hall.

At some point, the man in black came back silently.

After seeing that the two were only arguing without speaking, he went up and down a few times and then disappeared into the night.

The Song family is the largest gentry in Qingxi County, and their houses stretch into a stretch of land. There are more than [-] houses in total.

The Song family was so unhappy that there were many vacant houses on the east side of the house that were unoccupied all year round.

In the direction of going south to the east, there is an elm forest.The courtyard under the shadow of the elm trees is pitch black with no trace of luster.

But at the moment.

In the luxuriant elm forest, two maidservants in fine clothes stood quietly in one place holding two complicated and luxurious palace lanterns with jade hook and cloud pattern.

In the rocking chair illuminated by the lights, the jade-faced young man in a black silk-faced tapestry brocade suit closed his eyes and fell asleep soundly.

Mr. Yumian is seventeen or eighteen years old, with a long and handsome body.

In front of him and behind him, standing or kneeling, were four maidservants in gorgeous attire like maidservants holding lamps, rubbing his shoulders and hammering his legs for him.

There is also a cold-faced young man guarding with a sword next to him.

The jade-faced young man can reach out to reach, and the brocade-covered table is full of seasonal fruits, exquisite snacks, delicacies and wines.

Farther away, there are many sachets hanging faintly on the branches of the trees.Under the treetops, there are also pots of night scented flowers scattered here and there.

The night breeze is gentle, and the fragrance is curling up.

The man in black fell silently to the side of the cold-faced boy, pulled off the masked black scarf, and after revealing the same boy's face, he raised his hand to the jade-faced boy, and recounted the process of Chen Chaoyan's autopsy to the designated murderer, verbatim. again.

Young Master Yumian was still sleeping soundly, seemingly ignorant.

The boy in black withdrew his hand, bumped the cold-faced boy with his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Do you think the young master is really asleep, or is he pretending to be asleep?"

The cold-faced boy ignored him with a cold face.

The boy in black didn't care, and after bumping into him again, he said in a low voice, "Are you sure that Miss Chen is really just a girl collecting herbs? I think she is very experienced in autopsy and case resolution, it doesn't look like a random fabrication. "

The cold-faced boy still ignored him.

The black-clothed boy moved to the table boredly, and reached for the flagon.

The moment his hand touched the jug, Young Master Yumian opened his eyes.

The boy in black quickly withdrew his hand, slipped up to the maidservant carrying the lamp, touched the lamp here and there, and repeatedly praised: "Is this the lamp just sent by the capital? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Get over here!" Young Master Yumian said coolly.

The boy in black moved over slowly, and quickly repeated Chen Chaoyan's actions.

The jade-faced gentleman took the jade-bone landscape fan from the maidservant, stood up and tapped his head twice as punishment, then walked slowly out of the shadow of the elm tree, standing tall and jade in the moonlight.

"The herb-gathering girl, who didn't know a lot of characters, suddenly not only can investigate cases, but also can do autopsies." Mr. Yumian looked in the direction of the mourning hall, tapped the handle of his fan lightly on his palm, and said in a low voice, "What's the reason?"

"Young Master, it's not easy to know the reason? Just call her over and ask." The black-clothed boy urged, "Anyway, according to my subordinates, Mrs. Song said she wanted to keep her alive, but she was just saying it to appease her. .Young master is saving her if he asks her to come over and ask her questions. She will definitely know everything from her gratitude."

Young Master Yumian nodded in satisfaction, "That's right, we have learned how to plot against Young Master because of our sympathy and love."

Lingyou immediately beat the snake and followed the stick and said, "Did you agree to ask her to come over and ask questions?"

Young Master Yumian picked up the jade bone fan and knocked him twice, "Sir, I came to Qingxi County this trip to secretly investigate the private mining of iron ore and private casting of weapons. Even if she is looking for flowers and asking willows, she is still a little bit less beautiful."

Lingyou covered his head, "Master, I misunderstood my subordinates again, and my subordinates pity the fragrance and love jade, but it's all for the sake of the master! Think about it, the master, we came from the capital, and we encountered eighty if not a hundred crises along the way. If there was her With such a person who is good at autopsy and investigation, will he be able to catch those Xiaoxiao who murdered the young master?"

The cold-faced boy said abruptly: "You have really worked so hard to keep Miss Chen!"

"Chonglou, don't talk nonsense!" Lingyou retorted, "I only love talents because of Miss Chen's ability."

"Based on one case alone, it can be concluded that she is very capable," Chonglou said expressionlessly, "Whether it is a love of talents or a heart of admiration, you know best."

Young Master Yumian watched the two quarreling and did not stop them.After waiting for a while, he asked aloud, "How did Meng Baishan react when the plot was exposed?"

"Still lying low." After humming towards the Chonglou, Lingyou replied quickly, "But with Miss Chen's inferences and evidence, he can't pretend for too long."

"I can't pretend for too long..." Young Master Yumian murmured a few words, unfolded the jade fan and shook it lightly, and said slowly, "Keep staring at him, don't..."

Just halfway through the conversation, a dove suddenly flapped its wings and landed on a nearby elm tree.Chonglou flew up, caught the pigeon, took off the letter box tied to its foot, took out the note inside and looked at it, and said in a low voice: "It's the news from Lingquan, as you expected, the Wu family Mother and child are gone."

Young Master Yumian said with great interest: "Tell me, why didn't you?"

Chonglou said: "Meng Boshan's people were one step ahead of the people Mrs. Song sent to arrest Wu's mother and son, and killed them. Mrs. Song has received the news and is rushing to Wu's mother and son's home with Miss Chen."

Lingyou immediately said: "That woman is from Meng Baishan, so here's a good show!"

"That's right." Young Master Yumian put away his folding fan, looked up at the moon in the sky, and then walked towards the door, "It's Jin Fei Jin who is blazing brightly, let's have a look!"