Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

When Jiang Linyuan came back with the suspects involved, the door of the murder scene was closed.

He felt that the matter was deceitful, and he was not good to act rashly, so he went to the window to observe the movement inside, and only heard: "My lord... It's a little bit close, let's go in a little... Well, well, it's there."

"Dare to let this king do such a thing, what do you think of this king!"

"When you do this kind of thing, you don't have to think about your identity and rules, okay... Hey! Pain, pain, please slow down... No, no, let me go... Ah! Really, really can't do it It's..."

The homicide case just happened, and the two of them were in good spirits, actually playing such an exciting drama.Jiang Linyuan was nervous for a moment, his legs were stiff and he tripped, and he fell headfirst and pushed open the door.

Just when he held his breath and realized that his unreasonable act of colliding with the two people's good deeds was fatal, the scene in front of him made him a little dazed.

I saw Jun Ziyou riding on Xiao Beicheng's shoulder with his legs spread apart, raising his hands high to look at the situation on the beam, while Xiao Beicheng stood on tiptoe with a cold face, making the man get closer some.

Seeing that Jiang Linyuan was coming, Junziyou twisted his buttocks, Xiao Beicheng was even more furious, pulled his belt, walked out quickly and let him fall heavily on the ground, the pain made him cry and scream.

"Oh, my lord, how can you drop such a heavy hand, I really misjudged you!"

Xiao Beicheng ignored his exaggerated acting skills, and when he thought of the touch of a hard object on the back of his neck just now, he felt annoyed. Just falling him was not enough to relieve his anger, so he raised his leg and kicked him before shaking his sleeves and leaving.

Knowing that he had caused a catastrophe, Jun Ziyou resigned himself to his fate, blinked and looked at the setting sun in the west, and sighed again.

"It's hard... This prince is really hard to serve."

Jiang Linyuan thought to himself that in this huge capital, apart from the emperor and queen mother, you are definitely the only one who dares to ride on the head of King Jin to do his best.It is a great honor to receive this kind of favor. If I don't curry favor with my backer, I dare to ride on that person's neck and do anything wrong. I really don't know how to live or die.

After waiting for a long time, Jun Ziyou regained his strength, rubbed his aching muscles and bones, got up, waved to Jiang Linyuan, and when he got closer, he said: "I just checked, the girder hanging the white silk was deliberately After cleaning, there is no dust left, this is definitely a murder case, have you ever seen a person who has to spend a lot of time cleaning the surroundings before dying?"

"Then, my lord has a clue."

Jun Ziyou had the expression I expected, and just when Jiang Linyuan felt that the case was settled, he fell to the bottom with one sentence: "No."

"..."

"But I still found a detail." After speaking, he got up and walked to the body, guessing that the position was almost the same, and lay down himself, asking Jiang Linyuan to compare the positions of their heads and feet, "Look, I and Is he about the same height?"

Jiang Linyuan shook his head, "It's too bad. If you really want to say it, the height of the deceased should be comparable to that of the lower official."

"Really, that would be easier!"

He rolled over and got up from the ground, dragged Jiang Linyuan and rushed into the scene again, pointed at the hanging white silk and said, "Go up and try to see if there is any problem with the length of the rope."

Now even Jiang Linyuan couldn't figure out what he meant. Even if he obeyed his advice, he still resisted in his heart to use dead people's things to test whether he would die or not.

Therefore, Jiang Linyuan just made a comparison, and raised doubts: "My lord, it seems that the most important thing is missing in the room. If the deceased died by hanging himself, there must be something to step on."

"You're right, try this."

Junziyou moved the wooden stool that had fallen to the side, let Jiang Linyuan step on it, took a few steps back and looked at it, frowned and said: "It's a lot shorter, it's not this one, the table...is also shorter , not quite right."

He pinched his chin and pondered for a long time, then suddenly remembered something, and asked the maid who found the body first in the courtyard: "That broken vase should be a pair, do you know where the other one is?"

The maid shook her head, "That, that was given to the seventh son by the official. It is an antique vase made in Jingdezhen during the Zhenguan period. It is very valuable, and there should be no second one."

"Then you should remember how tall this bottle is and what shape it is."

The maid gestured with her hand, and the approximate height was about the same as the distance between Jiang Linyuan and the white silk above her head when she was standing on the ground.In this way, the vase is likely to be a tool used by the deceased or even the prisoner.

After busying for a while, Jiang Linyuan patted the dust on his clothes, and said to the gentleman: "It would be a pity to use such a valuable object as a foothold, and it would be a pity to break it. If the deceased really did not commit suicide, then the murderer who committed this case He must be a rich man with deep pockets."

"Not necessarily. If the murderer didn't know the value of this thing, it wouldn't be surprising to do such a thing. But everyone in the troupe knew that the deceased was loved by dignitaries, and they received a lot of gifts. In this matter, is there anyone who doesn't know the value of the vase?"

"According to your point of view, the murderer is an outsider who has nothing to do with the troupe... No, it's suspicious to think about it this way. Outsiders can leave directly after committing a crime, and there is no need to forge the scene. Besides, most of the crimes committed by outsiders are murders for money, but the scene is just There are no valuables in the wing where the deceased used to make up and change clothes, and there are no reports of property theft elsewhere."

Jun Ziyou looked at Jiang Linyuan with a smile, and showed a satisfied smile, "You have really improved a lot during the days you've been with me, and you might be able to surpass me in a few days."

"Your Excellency, it's a great compliment, the next official is still far behind you."

"You're right. This case really doesn't look like an outsider's crime. The fact that it's completely different makes my suspicions about the theater troupe even more solid. If someone has a grudge against the deceased and doesn't want to expose himself, then the deceased The costumes and the layout of the scene are made as if they were made by laymen, which is also reasonable."

As he spoke, he quietly looked back at the suspects who were whispering together, and sighed for the trouble of the case.

"It's a good day to lift the ban, why did such a thing happen, and the prince was also angry and left, what should I do..."

Jiang Linyuan thought to himself, didn't you do it all by yourself? If you don't have a roof tile for three days, you can't even tell who you are. You dare to play monkeys in front of the emperor.

Jun Ziyou patted his face to wake himself up. Seeing that the maid was still in shock, he asked someone to serve her a cup of tea. After calming down a little, he asked, "Miss, don't panic, today's facts are a disaster. If you want to avenge the dead, how about you?" You still need to cooperate with the Dali Temple's investigation. May I ask, what is your relationship with the deceased, what kind of person the deceased is, and have you ever made any enemies?"

The signature three questions made the maid even more nervous, her face turned pale with fright, and she replied tremblingly: "Slave, this slave is the seventh son's personal maid. I served him and took care of his daily life when I was still in Gusu. The Seventh Young Master treats people very well. He never cares about his status. He treats people equally. He often helps the monasteries and the poor. He is a very good person. How can such a person make enemies with others. "

Hearing Gusu mentioned in her words, Jun Ziyou questioned: "Isn't this troupe from Kaifeng? Why is the deceased from Gusu?"

Realizing that she had slipped her tongue, the maid hurriedly covered her mouth, and timidly glanced back at where the rest of the troupe were, but Jun Ziyou pressed her fan against her chin, forcing her to turn her head back again.

"What are you afraid of? Don't worry. It's okay even if you say something that others want you to keep secret. There will be a lot of people and no one will know that you leaked the secret. I won't betray you. With deep feelings, I definitely don’t want him to die wronged, and it’s good for him to invite it from the truth.”

"This... the seventh son is actually from Gusu. He has only been in this theater troupe for less than two years. Because he sings well and looks good, the troupe master wanted him to replace Xiao Chunying. Xiao Chunying originally He is the pillar of the theater troupe, and he got angry with the troupe owner, so he quit this business in a fit of anger. The troupe owner asked the seventh son to take over the title for the sake of a gimmick. In two years, it was the seventh son who took Xiao Chunying and the theater troupe. Fame sang."

"So he is not Xiao Chunying, but he is better than Xiao Chunying. I don't want him to repeat the tragedy of the real Xiao Chunying flying solo. That's why the troupe master obeys him, and the rest of the troupe keeps silent about it. Speaking of which, I have a question Why did the deceased deliberately go from Suzhou to Kaifeng to become an opera singer?"

"Actually... it's because the seventh son had a temper tantrum with his family. The master is a wealthy businessman, and he always wanted the seventh son to study scientific examinations and become an official in the court, but the seventh son would rather die than follow, so he took me away in a fit of anger. He left the house. He didn't have anything, only singing was a hobby he never gave up, and when he saw the troupe was recruiting, he went."

"May I ask, what's his real name?"

"My son's surname is Lin, and his real name is Mu Qi. He lost his surname after he left home, so outsiders call him Xiao Chunying by his stage name. Only those who are familiar with him will call him Mr. Seven."

After dismissing the maid, Jun Ziyou fell into deep thought. Once he linked Gusu with the surname Lin, he couldn't help but think of a very suspicious person.

But the face of the deceased was covered with heavy make-up, so he couldn't see his real appearance, so he ordered Jiang Linyuan to ask someone from the theater troupe to help wash off the makeup on his face, but he escaped from the hospital without a trace to find someone.

When he arrived, Xiao Beicheng was leaning against the table, smoking a cigarette and studying the score that the servant sent him to watch to relieve his boredom.

Shen Ci also followed at some point, and peeled the first crop of green-skinned tangerines picked in early autumn for that man. Seeing that the man's head didn't lift his eyes, he picked a petal and put it into his mouth, almost spitting it out sourly. He patted his thighs and leaned back and forth laughing.

He was young, and Xiao Beicheng didn't bother to care about what he usually did. It can be seen that Jun Ziyou saw this scene, and felt that he couldn't hold back his face, so he swallowed it under the discomfort, and said inarticulately: "If you don't investigate your case, What are you doing here?"

Unexpectedly, that person had a rare stern look, pursed his lips and pulled him up and went out, heading straight to the other courtyard where the incident happened.