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"Your Highness, the scene has been inspected, and no flies were found... The writing brush suspected of being the murder weapon has been retrieved, but all the hairs of the writing brush have fallen off. It cannot be ruled out that it was intentionally damaged." The belt is entangled, and the length gap is too large.

He knelt outside the door and reported to Bai Lin, "We went to the place where the list was released. Most of the people on the list have already entered the palace, and the remaining three low-level officials have sent people to check their whereabouts."

"The last name on the list is Wang, Wang Yangguang, who was found to be the deceased himself. As for the rumors circulated by the two, they were executed and questioned by many parties. No one knew it, and it was most likely fabricated by individuals.

"The humble official also found out the identity of the old man. He is from Fanjia Village in the eastern suburbs of Beijing. His surname is Fan. His full name is Fan Jinsheng. He has been in the middle school exam for three generations. He used to teach and farm for a living. His wife passed away many years ago. He has a son under his knees. Daughter. Her son Fan Yun was once a Jinshi, but later died in a carriage in the forest outside the city for unknown reasons.

"Fan Yun makes a living by writing articles for others. The late emperor cherished his talent but also blamed him for breaking the fairness of scientific examinations, so he was only made a minor official in the palace, and he was never promoted until his death."

After the person finished speaking, Bai Lin had already sat in the gazebo in the courtyard alone.Taking a sip of herbal tea, he said slowly, "If someone did it on purpose, it's okay to say, if it's the undead seeking justice, what do you think I should do?"

"If the first emperor took the name of the person, then redressing the undead will only damage the late emperor's sage. The undead's life is shallow and the first emperor's position is respected. The humble official believes that this matter can be pushed to the old man."

Commonly known as, death does not tell.

Bai Lin hangs his hand on the piano, and plucks it lightly with his fingers, the strings sound like He Chuan suddenly unraveling in spring, making a lingering sound.

"How did you find out about the disease in the city?"

"No result yet..."

"Chen Che, you said that if the infected flies were exiled by the gods, and the murderer who killed Wang Yangguang was the soul of the former emperor, why did they act in this matter? Or, who angered them?"

"Your Highness!" Chen Che looked at him in fear, "Your Highness, killing a king is not justified!"

The sound of the zither stopped abruptly, Bai Lin looked at him, and asked in a deep voice, "What is more important is the life of the people in the world or the life of one person? Is the prosperity of the Bai family more important than the reputation of one person? I am not willing to lose this country from my own hands. "