Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

The one who spoke was Fourth Miss Xie.

"Look what that is!" Xie Shubai suppressed her emotions, but her words still trembled slightly when she spoke them.

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed, and saw many wild reeds growing on the calm river, and at the edge of the reeds, there seemed to be something floating.

"Pick it up and let's see!"

At the order of Princess Nancheng, the Dali Temple and the Zhonglang Camp each sent two people into the river to salvage the thing. After a while, the thing was pulled up by everyone working together.

Although the color becomes darker and heavier after coming into contact with water, it is not difficult to tell from the appearance that it is a cassock.

"Isn't this the hundred-piece cassock that Abbot Jingwu always wears?" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"If you say so, I remember that, except for the patchwork robe he wore on the day he went up the mountain, Abbot Jingwu has always worn the eight-treasure Zen robe he is wearing now!"

"Abbot Jingwu's cassock fell at the crime scene. Does that mean..." The man couldn't help but scream.

Because of this scream, everyone woke up. The ladies who were originally standing next to Abbot Jingwu retreated one after another, looking at him as if they were looking at a devil from hell.

"Abbot Jingwu, do you have anything else to say?" A smile finally appeared in Princess Nancheng's eyes.

Abbot Jingwu shook his head and said, "My lord, it's just a monk's robe. It doesn't mean anything."

"Doesn't this prove something?" someone in the crowd said.

The abbot looked at the Princess of Nancheng and said, "Do you remember, Princess, that I took people to the Zen room to search for thieves last night and told you that the man stole my things?"

Nancheng County Princess frowned: "Didn't you say that the lost thing was the Buddhist scriptures?"

The abbot said, "In fact, there is still a cassock, but this patchwork cassock is made of cloth donated by hundreds of families. If it gets out, it will bring bad reputation to our Cheng'en Temple, so I lied and said that only the Buddhist scriptures were lost."

"You still dare to quibble! Someone come!"

Immediately, two teams of people surrounded Jingwu from the left and right.

However, at this moment, the monks who had been silent like puppets suddenly rushed forward, protecting the abbot behind them, and were in a state of confrontation with the two teams of the Nancheng County Lord.

Not only that, as if getting some response, monks from all directions slowly gathered around, and the situation where Princess Nancheng was originally outnumbered was slowly reversed.

The Princess of Nancheng was furious: "How dare you! How dare you rebel!"

Abbot Jingwu remained calm in the face of danger: "Princess, I dare not rebel, but this matter is strange. If this case was indeed committed by me, why did I leave the cassock at the scene? It seems to be telling everyone that I am the murderer. Isn't it strange? This matter must be framed by someone."

"You!" Princess Nancheng was so angry that she was shaking all over. She was about to order someone to forcibly detain Jingwu, but Shi Xun shook his head at her and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "The situation is not favorable to us now. Princess, think twice."

Princess Nancheng just came to her senses. Indeed, she had asked Bizhu to go down the mountain to mobilize the royal guards last night. However, the guards had not arrived yet, and the evil monk had many disciples. If they fought head-on, they would have no chance of winning.

So he raised his hand and signaled the guards to put away their swords.

On the other side, Li Yunyu had completed the autopsy.

"Did you find anything?" asked Princess Nancheng.

"Based on the body temperatures of the two deceased's organs, they both died more than three hours ago. Like the body from last night, they were killed after a sharp cone-shaped object pierced their skulls. There are many fresh bruises and scars on their bodies, indicating that they had fought with the murderer. There are also signs of dragging on their backs. This is not the first crime scene."

"Just like the body last night, no murder weapon was found around the murder."

"No murder weapon again?" Xie Haoxuan's face was gloomy. They searched the entire temple but did not find anything that looked like a murder weapon.

Where did the murder weapon go?

Feng Jia did lower her head slightly, looking at the wet cassock that was salvaged from the water. She lowered her body and stroked the surface of the cassock with her hand. The slightly cold and hard touch made her brows relax slightly.

really.

She stood up again and looked down at the bodies of the two men. Their white robes were pulled down to their waists, and there were clear black totems on their shoulders. Their hands were swollen than those of ordinary people. They should be practicing the same martial arts as Kufan.

If her guess was correct, there should be other people, but according to what the little monk told him, there were only three people in this temple who were qualified to wear white robes, so what about the rest?

As he was speaking, a guard came hurriedly to report.

"Princess, sir, a secret room was found in the back mountain!"

Feng Jia and Song Huai looked at each other, and Song Huai whispered in her ear, "Girl, I saw that old bald donkey kill the monk named Kufan ​​in that secret room yesterday!"

Feng Jia nodded and looked at the abbot. She saw that he still had a compassionate smile on his face and didn't seem surprised. She knew that even if they went to the secret room, they would not find anything.

As expected, when everyone reached the secret room, the guard who went in to investigate said, "There is nothing inside."

Was it empty from the beginning, or did someone evacuate in advance? Princess Nancheng looked at Abbot Jingwu who was confident and felt that the latter was more suspicious.

"What are those?" A noble lady pointed to somewhere not far away.

Wherever she pointed, there seemed to be a series of small hills with willow branches dancing in the wind.

"These are the monks in the temple. They died due to illness or accidents, and their bodies are buried here. Amitabha." The abbot clasped his hands together.

"What are you looking at! Come down!" Xie Haoxuan's eyelids jumped. He saw the girl in green climbing up the hill, counting the dozen or so lonely graves, as if thinking about something.

There are thirteen in total.

One missing?

Moreover, they are all old graves, and should have been there for several years. What is on these graves?

They were round stones with strange patterns painted on them. Just as Feng Jia was about to reach out to touch them, someone pulled her arm. She turned around and looked at Xie Haoxuan's worried face.

Suddenly, it was like an epiphany.

She had seen that pattern before! It was on the case file of the Dali Temple! And that person too!

"And him, how could I forget him! Now it fits!" Feng Jia's eyes lit up.

Xie Haoxuan slapped her on the head and scolded her, "What are you talking about? You're a girl, and you're climbing up with your skirt lifted up. How disgraceful!"

Then he grabbed Feng Jia's arm and pulled her down from the grave regardless of everything.

The series of murders made everyone present panic, so they had no time to pay attention to or blame Feng Jia for her rude behavior.

Feng Jia stood in the crowd again, looking at everyone.

She already knew who the murderer was.

But the first series of events made sense, but why did he kill them later? This didn't fit the murderer's logic...

"Search for me! Even if you have to turn this Cheng'en Temple upside down, find the murder weapon for me!"

Princess Nancheng looked at Abbot Jingwu, who looked calm, and shouted at the royal guards behind her.

The next second, her face changed. She held her stomach in pain and fell backwards onto the nanny, with cold sweat dripping down her face.

"Blood! Blood!"

A noble lady who was nearby suddenly screamed in fear. She saw that the brocade Princess Nancheng was wearing was stained with blood, and streams of blood were slowly flowing down Princess Nancheng's calves.

"Oh no! Princess Nancheng is giving birth!" The nanny was sweating profusely, "Imperial physician! Midwife! Hurry up and help the princess give birth!"

The midwife took a look under the princess' skirt and almost knelt down.

"Oh my God! Princess... Princess' water has broken!"