Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

In order to explain the truth, Jun Ziyou went to the scene in person and ordered Jiang Linyuan to prepare a piece of porcelain similar in size to the antique vase that was broken before and after the murder, cleaned up the stains that were in the way, and restored Lin Muqi's appearance before his death.

When he called everyone from the troupe, Jiang Linyuan had already been painted with heavy makeup reluctantly. Just because he was about the same height as others, Jun Ziyou forced him to pretend to be the dead to explain the case The whole story.

This matter had nothing to do with Xiao Beicheng, so he drank tea and watched a play at the side, which was much more interesting than a drunken imperial concubine Farewell My Concubine.Seeing that Jiang Linyuan was clearly conflicted in his heart, and he couldn't refuse that person clearly, he didn't feel back pain when he was standing and talking.

"Jiang Sizheng, you look like... you dare not speak out when you are angry."

"Where can it be? My lord, to work for Dali Temple, the next official is...willingly."

Seeing him dressed up as a female role with heavy make-up, Xiao Beicheng was so uncomfortable that he was about to cry. Fortunately, that person didn't dare to ride on his head and act mischievously. Otherwise, he might be the one who is being bullied like this now.

"It's also pitiful. Now that you have seen through his temperament of wanting to be together, do you still have a soft spot for him?"

"My lord misunderstood, there is nothing unsympathetic, Shaoqing and I have a pure friendship as colleagues."

Xiao Beicheng snorted coldly, feeling sour in his heart, but seeing Jiang Linyuan being tossed like this made him feel a lot better.

Around Si time, when everything was ready, Jun Ziyou performed a scene of "the murder of a famous actor" for everyone, and set up a few rows of benches outside the wing room, and even the hostess who was not easy to move was invited. Completely regard the scene as a stage for him to play.

When he first appeared on the stage, Jiang Linyuan was the only one wearing a green dress with long sleeves. He was ashamed to see people like this, so he covered his face with his sleeves. Junziyou pulled down his wrist several times, and finally reminded him "don't destroy the evidence" before letting him put it down. Facing the hot eyes of others, the roots of his ears were completely red.

The gentleman held a folding fan in his hand, patted his palms, and said to the crowd: "I have already found out that the day when the murder happened was a closed day for the theater troupe. It is said that there is no need to perform on stage, but the deceased deliberately put on complicated makeup, maybe he was going to meet him in private. A distinguished guest was killed by someone on the way to prepare. Here I would like to ask, does anyone know who the noble person he wants to see is?"

Although the question was addressed to everyone, Jun Ziyou's eyes fell on the maid who was the first to find the dead body in the chamber.

The other party looked flustered, shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, I don't know."

"You don't know, but I know. What he wants to see is the little Marquis Ding'an who came here that day and encountered the murder case."

With that said, Jun Ziyou pulled Jiang Linyuan, who was hiding behind, to the front of the people, and pointed to the half-tie bun on his head.

"The situation when the deceased was discovered was the same as that of Lin Yuan at this moment. He had just wrapped his hair and hadn't had time to put the film on it. I heard that the deceased had always been a loner, and he did all the makeup and dressing up by himself. At that time, I I saw a half-scratched slice at the scene. It is said that his hands should be covered with gelatin from the elm bark, but no such traces were found on the body, so there are only two possibilities. Either he did not scrape the slice himself, Or he stopped what he was doing and did something else."

He turned around and took out the sheet that had dried into a hard piece and stuck to the floor from the wing room, proving that what he said was true.

"As far as I know, actors usually put on their costumes after painting their makeup and fixing their headgear. The fear is that the stains will get on the outfit and it will be difficult to clean up. But after investigation, I found that the deceased The costume has been put on, and the skirt and cuffs of the costume are stained with powder, which matches the traces on his hands, which proves that it is indeed the thing he used that day. But when the body was found, the deceased was wearing A baggy uniform is enough to prove that this outer robe was put on later."

The young man in the mandarin jacket chewed the tobacco leaves, and asked indifferently: "What does this mean? Can you know who the murderer is?"

"Of course, from the reverse order of make-up and dressing, and the fact that the seesaws were taken off the deceased's feet, it is easy to think that the murderer was done by someone who knew nothing about singing. In fact, this is also a The purpose of the ecstasy formation is to lead people astray, ignoring the fact that the murderer is in the troupe."

The young man jumped up, the knuckles of his pinched fingers creaked, he looked like a ruffian, and said in a smug manner: "You dog official, don't even think about pouring dirty water on us, if you dare to talk nonsense, don't worry about you!" Whether you are an adult or a commoner, I will knock out your front teeth!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his knees suddenly softened, and he straightened up and bowed to the gentleman in front of him.

Everyone was shocked, even he himself didn't understand, felt the pain and turned his head with a face of resentment, but saw Xiao Beicheng still sipping tea leisurely.

However, the lid on his lamp was missing. After searching around, he found that it had fallen at the feet of the young man in a mandarin jacket.

Now people didn't dare to act rashly, and the most presumptuous young man in a mandarin jacket went back and sat down in silence, afraid of offending this prince who couldn't be offended, and would end up suffering by himself in the end.

Seeing that everyone was afraid to make a sound, Jun Ziyou continued, "Actually, after discovering the stains on the costume, I didn't understand the meaning of the message left by the deceased. It was on the night when I was frightened by the puppet. Only then did I suddenly realize."

He imitated the appearance of a puppet and made a difficult movement. He held his chin with both hands and tried his best to lower his head, which proved that it was not easy to get facial makeup on both cuffs and skirts at the same time, and it was definitely not accidental.

"That's why I overlooked a very important thing. In fact, long before he was killed, the deceased had already left ironclad evidence pointing to the murderer. Am I right? Miss Fairview."

The maid panicked when she heard the words, and said in panic, "You... how do you know my name!"

"The deceased left traces of makeup on the skirt and sleeves, and the posture presented in comparison is the state of 'unity'. So the answer to this riddle is that one skirt and one sleeve, combined, is the word "splendid" .”

Surprised by the truth given by Junziyou, someone soon defended the maid Jinxiu: "She and the seventh son have been friends as master and servant for many years, and they are closer than us. How could it be..."

"It won't be Jinxiu, she is so cowardly, there is no way she would kill someone!"

Even the leader of the class said to clear up the suspicion, "Master Guan, Jinxiu is a woman, she has no strength to restrain a chicken, how can she hang a grown man on a beam?"

"This method is very simple, you only need to use that antique vase to do it easily."

The gentleman swam into the wing room and threw a strong hemp rope over the beam. One end was tied to the neck of the porcelain bottle that replaced the vase, and the other end was passed through the window to the outside of the room.

He went around to the window again and stretched the rope. There happened to be a deep well not far from the wing room, and there were sandbags around the wellhead for waterproofing. In the well, continue to throw sandbags into the barrel.

Because the vase was too heavy, there was no response to throwing a few sandbags at first, but when the weight of the sand in the barrel was added up to the same weight as the vase, the vase in the wing room began to rise, and the bottom vacated.

At this time, continue to add sandbags, the vase can be slowly raised to a high place, grasp the timing when the vase is stuck on the girder, and then use a wooden stick to block the runner that controls the barrel's up and down when fetching water, and the vase can be fixed on the girder position a little below.

Jun Ziyou led the crowd back to the wing room, borrowed a ladder to go up to the high place, and tied another rope around the neck of the vase.

"There is no need for Lin Yuan to experiment with such a dangerous thing, go and move the puppet from that day."

Soon someone brought the doll, and Jun Ziyou tied the newly tied rope around the neck of the doll. In order to restore the weight of the doll to the weight of the deceased, he tied a heavy sandbag on the doll.

When all this was done, he cut the rope that had originally drawn the vase to the deep outdoor well.

The vase is a little loose, but because the weight of the puppet with sandbags exceeds the weight of the vase, even without the support of external forces, the vase still cannot fall.

Some people questioned: "This method looks powerful, but it doesn't work in practice. It's useless if it can't lift a corpse."

The gentleman laughed and said nothing, but Xiao Beicheng, who guessed what he meant by this move, explained with a little admiration: "It's water."

"That's right, there were water spots all over the room that day, because after the vase was broken, the water used to grow the lotus in it spilled all over the floor. If it is the weight of the vase plus the water, it may not be impossible to lift a corpse."

To prove this conjecture, Jun Ziyou asked someone to climb the ladder and poured water into the vase.

With the weight of the water added, the vase gradually sank, and the doll was slowly hoisted to a high place.

Since the speed of adding water was controlled very slowly, the vase did not break when it fell to the ground, but landed steadily.

At this time, Junziyou stood on the high ladder again, wrapped the doll's neck with white silk, measured the height and length, and hung the doll on the beam. Hanged himself in the room.

He added: "I think the murderer intends to place the vase at the foot of the body, so that it looks as if the deceased stepped on the vase and hanged himself to death. But she found that the deceased was suspended too high, causing the feet to be in contact with the upright body." There was still some distance between the vases, so she thought about putting on rocker shoes for the deceased. But rocker shoes are inconvenient to move, and no one would spend so much effort to seek death, so she kept doing two things, taking advantage of the fact that she had nothing to do with it. Knowing that the class leader broke the vase and scattered all the evidence and the water in it at the scene, making the investigation confusing."

Xiao Beicheng looked at the class leader, shook his head, and his words were full of sympathy, "And the basket of eggs that was smashed at the door was just for her to find the unlucky guy who destroyed the scene. Even if the other party didn't fall into the room, she would think There is no way to break the vase. Unfortunately, that person is you, the class leader."

The matter has come to this point, the iron evidence is irrefutable, Jinxiu sighed, but her expression was relieved.

"How did your lord guess that it was mine? Just relying on a code word left before death can't prove my crime. You are so sure, you must have found iron evidence."

The gentleman said: "The case is flawless. If you hadn't deliberately revealed the fact that you are the murderer, how would I have thought it was you? I think you surrendered yourself to me intentionally."