Dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty, I was working as a detective in Chang'an

At this time, the dark room was suddenly illuminated by candles. Chunjiao fell in front of me, and I was half-kneeling on the spot, my hands covered with her blood.

The people who came were both men and women. The women should be embroiderers from the south of the Yangtze River, and the men might be nursing homes or the like. When the women saw the miserable situation, they yelled like crazy, calling me the murderer. They rushed to tear my clothes apart, beat me up shamelessly, and said that I had killed their shopkeeper and they wanted me to pay for it with my life. The men were calmer. They had prepared ropes and tied me into a rice dumpling.

At this time, I suddenly felt less scared. This was a conspiracy. They should have been ready and waiting for me to take the bait. This person who was manipulating everything behind the scenes is really terrible. He killed Chunjiao and stuffed her into a closet just to frame the blame on me. What did he want to cover up so much?

I was picked up by them. I didn't resist, and I couldn't resist.

A young girl was trembling with fear and said in a trembling voice: "This room has been haunted ever since we found out that Wan'er was dead. There was either a knocking sound in the middle of the night or a woman's cry could be heard. We were all scared to death. , no one dares to enter this room, it turns out you are the one who is causing trouble, you little brat, why do you want to kill our landlady? What grudge does she have against you?"

I shouted loudly: "I didn't kill the person. She was already killed when I came. You'd better not touch anything here."

"He said it wasn't you who killed him. Look at the blood on your hands. Why are you still trying to quibble? Send him to the police immediately and let this guy pay for the life of the boss lady." A woman in a red dress said bitterly.

Another man said: "I felt something was weird tonight. The beautiful candles exploded three times, and Xiao Hui kept scratching Lin Wan'er's door. It turns out it was you, a wicked person, who committed the murder in the room."

At this time, the customers downstairs and the neighbors next door heard that there was a fatality here, and they all came to watch the fun. In the chaos, I saw the fat man rushing in, breathing heavily. He was at the back of the crowd, trying to pull out his hand. Let the onlookers come in to prove my innocence.

My sixth sense told me that the murderer must be among this group of people. I was afraid that the fat man would also be targeted. I shook my head desperately and kept saying: "I am a policeman. I will go back to the Yamen with you, but please don't touch this place." Everything is evidence that needs to be presented to court. If it is lost or deliberately damaged by bad guys, then the murderer will really not be caught. If there are still people watching, please leave."

The fat man understood what I meant and left the scene calmly. The man present was the nurse here and was usually responsible for the security of the embroidery workshop and the cook. He also felt that what I said made sense, so he stopped the girls from yelling and asked the neighbors to go back quickly.

He found several boys from the embroidery workshop and several bold embroiderers to guard Lin Wan'er's room. He and the other embroiderers were going to take me to the Yamen for questioning.

I was pushed and pushed into the Chang'an County government office by them. The county magistrate had already fallen asleep and was awakened by a burst of noise. He quickly turned on the lamp and went to the hall.

I have dealt with the county magistrate of Chang'an County before, and he also wrote a letter of appointment to us regarding Lin Waner's case this time, so he understood what was going on, but while being cautious, he still asked me to kneel in the hall for interrogation.

The county magistrate asked: "Why did you tie him up and bring him to see me?"

The nursing home said: "Sir, the younger one is the nursing home of Yijiangnan Embroidery Fang. Since Lin Wan'er was killed, no one has dared to live in her room, so it has always been empty, but tonight is very strange. Usually at night I look up and down before going to bed, because there are more thieves recently, so I have to be more careful.

Lin Waner's room has been locked since she got married. We originally wanted to free up the room for the new embroiderer to live in, but then we heard that Lin Waner was killed, so this room was unlucky, so we locked it When I got up, I originally planned to ask the old monk to do the Dharma and then let other girls live in it.

However, there have been constant noises in this room recently. The embroiderers said that this room is haunted and that they can always hear someone crying in the middle of the night, so they even dare not enter this room. Tonight, I brought Xiao Hui, our dog, for inspection. Unexpectedly, Xiao Hui went crazy and kept scratching Lin Wan'er's room. I found that the key on the door was missing, and I felt a little... It was strange, so I called the waiter and the girls to come and have a look. Who knew that as soon as the door opened, I saw this man squatting on the ground, his hands covered with blood, and the person lying down next to him was our proprietress Chunjiao. Isn't this why he killed our landlady? Therefore, we captured him and sent him to the court, hoping that the county master would severely punish the murderer and give justice to us people. "

After saying this, the man and everyone else present all said in unison that I was the murderer. The county magistrate patted the gavel to silence. He then asked me:

"Guo Dalu, let me ask you, what did you do in Lin Wan'er's room in the middle of the night? Did you kill Chun Jiao?"

"After we visited the Chamber of Commerce and the Shipping Department, we found that Lin Waner did not leave Chang'an after getting married that day, and was intercepted by another ship on the way. There was also dried ink left in Lin Waner's fingernails when she was killed. Imprints, and this ink is the most luxurious tribute, and Chunjiao is an expert in calligraphy. I wanted to find out privately whether she had such ink in her home. I also didn’t want to alarm others, for fear of alerting others, so I wanted to come to the embroidery building to have a look. See if there is such ink in her room.

Sure enough, I found this brand of ink in Chunjiao's room. I think the suspicion of killing Chunjiao is even greater. At this time I heard something moving outside, so I hurried out. I saw on the door that it was written that the door of Lin Wan'er's room was not locked. I thought that if the person died, there might be no one inside, so I wanted to go in and hide.

I walked into the room and found spells all over the room. It felt like someone wanted to seal something. When I opened the closet, I found Chunjiao in the closet. She had been killed. "

The county magistrate nodded after hearing this and said, "Why do you think Chunjiao is suspicious and just borrow the ink from Lin Waner's nails?"

I said: "I'm not sure that Chunjiao killed Lin Waner, but it must have something to do with her, because Lin Waner was very clean during her lifetime. This is the mark left after the ink has dried. Everyone in the embroidery workshop knows that. She was mysophobic, so how could she endure the dark ink in her nails? She would definitely wash them off, so this proved that the ink in her nails was left behind just before she died.

Another point is that when Chunjiao was asked to identify the body, she just glanced at it from a distance and said with certainty that it was Lin Waner, which proved that she might have known that Lin Waner was dead. "

The county magistrate stroked his beard and said, "It makes some sense, but it doesn't prove that you didn't commit murder. After all, everyone present saw you at the crime scene!"