Go back to ancient times to explore the case

After returning to the room, Xie Yu'an called out the system and asked, "Hey, how much battery is it now?"

The system replied: "The remaining power is 25%, and it is estimated to be able to maintain the system for 30 hours."

"Damn, why did it charge so much?"

"Also, isn't your power consumption too fast? Those systems might have a 99-day super standby time."

The system did not speak, and the display silently showed the remaining power.

24%.

Xie Yu'an gave a "tsk", "It's okay, I won't say you're okay, you're still glass-hearted, really."

Xie Yu'an stretched, got into bed, and fell asleep comfortably.

The next day, it was snowing heavily outside the window, and Xie Yu'an was sleeping soundly, when suddenly he heard a loud noise.

The door of the room was kicked open, and suddenly the wind and snow poured into the room, making her shiver with cold.

She clutched her frightened little heart and looked at the door. Yan Qingchuan stood there fully dressed, his robe rattling by the cold wind.

However, what was colder than the cold wind was Yan Qingchuan's voice.

She said blankly, "How long are you going to sleep?"

Xie Yu'an looked at the pitch-black sky outside the house, then at Yan Qingchuan, stretched out his hand to make a count, and bargained: "Would it be possible to close it for another minute?"

Yan Qingchuan frowned, "What do you think?"

Xie Yu'an brushed a handful of hair, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "I know, I know, I'm so annoying."

"Ok?"

Yan Qingchuan's obviously displeased voice made Xie Yu'an startled, and the urge to get up just now disappeared in an instant.

She apologized and said with a smile: "It's so embarrassing to bother Mr. Yan to wake me up personally."

Yan Qingchuan didn't look at her directly, left the room after saying "clean up quickly".

Xie Yu'an lamented his miserable fate while getting dressed, and finally looked at the soft and warm bed reluctantly, then left the room, and followed Yan Qingchuan to Qingtiansi.

There were people coming and going in the Qingtian Division, everyone was full of energy and glowing red, only Xie Yu'an walked slowly, with a sleepy look on his face.

"Ms. Xie, good morning." Not far away, Luo Yi walked over while raising his hand to say hello.

She looked at Xie Yu'an's listless look, and asked, "Miss Xie didn't sleep last night, okay?"

Xie Yu'an waved his hands feebly, "Jet lag."

"Ayi, Qingchuan, Miss Xie, come and have breakfast." Rong Shi stood outside the house, holding a huge dinner plate in his hand, and greeted the three of them with a smile.

Yan Qingchuan raised his legs first and walked, and then Xie Yu'an and Luo Yi also followed into the house.

The door was closed to cover the wind and snow, Luo Yi patted the broken snow on his body and said: "The capital has not seen such a heavy snowfall for many years."

Rong Shi scooped up a bowl of hot porridge, echoed: "Yes, it must be much colder this year." After finishing speaking, he pushed the filled hot porridge in front of Luo Yi.

Luo Yi smiled sweetly, "Thank you Ziyuan."

Seeing Xie Yu'an's puzzled face, Luo Yi explained: "Ziyuan is the name of Rongshi."

Xie Yu'an put a mouthful of hot porridge into his mouth and nodded, glanced at Yan Qingchuan, and asked vaguely, "Does Master Yan have a sign?"

She remembered that Yan Qingchuan had a name, but it didn't appear in the book a few times. She didn't have a deep impression, and she had forgotten it long ago.

Yan Qingchuan sat upright and said without looking sideways: "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep."

Xie Yu'an snorted softly, and Luo Yi who was beside him smiled and said, "Our Lord Yan, the words are Wenruo."

"Weakness?" Xie Yu'an thought of Yan Qingchuan's skill, which has nothing to do with the word weak.

Luo Yi smiled and said: "It's not that weak, it's Ruo who sees Wen Ruo and thinks far."

Xie Yu'an rolled his eyes, then put down the spoon, and stretched out his hand towards Yan Qingchuan, with a bright smile on his face, the dimples on his cheeks looming, "Master Yan, it seems that I haven't formally introduced myself to you yet, my name is Xie Yu'an. "

Yan Qingchuan hummed without raising his head, and didn't mean to shake Xie Yu'an's hand.

Xie Yu'an withdrew his hand with an embarrassed smile, comforting himself, not in a hurry, there are still many opportunities to recharge in the future.

Then they ate breakfast quietly.

Halfway through eating, there was a commotion outside the house.

"It's dead! It's dead! All the masters of Qingtian, hurry up, follow the little one."

Yan Qingchuan was the first to get up, pushed open the door, and walked towards the noisy place.

Luo Yi and Rong Shi also put down their bowls and chopsticks and followed them out.

Xie Yu'an quickly drank two mouthfuls of porridge, before he had time to wipe his mouth, he ran towards the crowd around the house.

In the crowd, surrounded by a middle-aged man, he supported his knees, out of breath, and said: "Adults... you, you come with me, Min'an Avenue, Min'an Avenue dead!"

Xie Yu'an's face changed, no, the first case clearly did not happen on Min'an Avenue, but the corpse of an unknown woman in the suburbs of Beijing. Why did the plot change?

Yan Qingchuan's expression was solemn, and he immediately said, "Lead the way."

At dawn, a large number of people from the Qingtian Division headed for the most prosperous Min'an Avenue in Kyoto.

The man who came to report the case was a watchman. He claimed that he walked to the alley on the side of Min'an Avenue during the morning watch. He saw a vague figure by the wall. It was dark at that time. He thought it was a snowman made by some children. , I didn't take it to heart.

But when he got closer, he realized that there was a snowman sitting by the wall, and the one with the crooked neck and hanging head was clearly a dead man!

Yan Qingchuan nodded and said, "When did you find that person?"

The watchman thought for a while and replied: "It was about seven o'clock in the morning, and then I hurried to find you, my lord."

Xie Yu'an gave a rare compliment to the scumbag author in his heart. Fortunately, he used the 24-hour timekeeping method when writing the book, so he didn't need to convert it again.

During the conversation, everyone had already reached the alley on the side of Min'an Avenue.

There are some people around here, whispering to each other.

Yan Qingchuan said loudly: "Xu Jin, disperse the irrelevant people and send people to protect the scene."

Xu Jin immediately came out and said, "Yes."

After the people had dispersed, Yan Qingchuan, Xie Yu'an and others walked towards the alley that the watchman had mentioned.

There are four strings of footprints and a string of drag marks on the snow leading to the alley, two of which are slightly messy, presumably left by the watchman just now.

They avoided footprints all the way and walked to the side of the alley.

A man's body covered in heavy snow appeared in front of their eyes.

The corpse was sitting against the edge of the wall, its neck tilted slightly, its head buried deep, and there was a striking gash on its chest, the blood from the gash had melted into the frost and snow.

Rongshi put on leather gloves and squatted in front of the body to begin the preliminary autopsy.

Xie Yu'an squatted down and looked at the footprints on the snow with a solemn expression, sweeping away his usual hippie smile.

Yan Qingchuan squatted beside her, and also carefully looked at the footprints.

Xie Yu'an looked at it for a while and said: "The length of these two series of footprints matches the watchman's feet, and the footprints are messy. They should be left by him just now."

She pointed to the other two sets of footprints and said: "These two sets of footprints should be left by the murderer, and this dragging mark was left by the murderer when he dragged the deceased here."

"The indentation of the front footprint and the rear footprint of this footprint are consistent, solid and strong. According to the length of the footprint, the murderer should be a tall and strong man."

Yan Qingchuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you too smart to draw this conclusion based on only two sets of footprints?"

She shook her head and said seriously: "I just took a brief look at the deceased. The wound on his chest was long and narrow and sloped downwards. I preliminarily speculated that the murderer was holding the murder weapon. The lower way pierces into the heart of the deceased, and the murderer must be taller than the deceased if he wants to commit crimes in this posture."

"According to the length of the deceased's limbs, his height is about 1.8 meters. In the past two days, I have seen men in the city. There are not many people with such a tall body, so we can initially narrow down the range of suspects and lock them at 1.8 meters or more. A well-built young man."

After hearing this, Yan Qingchuan said nothing, got up and walked to Rong Shi's side.

While conducting the autopsy, Rong Shi said: "The deceased, male, suffered a sharp wound on his chest, right at the center of the mouth, and died of excessive blood loss. According to the preliminary judgment of the wound, the murder weapon was a small sharp blade such as a dagger, and the wound margin, The angle of the wound is downward sloping, and the murderer has a certain size advantage, and should be taller or stronger than the deceased."

Rong Shi's deduction coincides with Xie Yu'an's reasoning.

Yan Qingchuan glanced at Xie Yu'an. The person who was supposed to be complacent about it was now resting his chin in thought with a serious look on his face.

Yan Qingchuan withdrew his gaze and continued to report while listening.

"The deceased still had many bruises on his body, and there was a nail scratch on his face. Judging from the degree of bruising, he had fought with someone shortly before his death. According to the degree of warmth of the corpse, the death time of the deceased is tentatively estimated. To die between two in the morning and four in the morning."

Luo Yi quickly recorded Rong Shi's autopsy results in a book, and then began to copy the portrait of the deceased, the footprints at the scene and so on.

After listening to Rongshi's report, Yan Qingchuan ordered: "Xu Jin, move the deceased back to Qingtian Division, and do a further autopsy while waiting for Rongshi. Corpse, the rest, protect the scene."

Everyone answered "yes" in unison, and then they went to work.

Xie Yu'an walked around in front of Yan Qingchuan, pointed to himself and said, "What about me? Master Yan."

Yan Qingchuan frowned and thought for a while, "Follow me."

Xie Yu'an sighed in his heart about the fate of his little follower, and then followed Yan Qingchuan's footsteps to find the scene of the first crime.

The two walked for a while, and followed the footprints to a corner. After turning the corner, a more messy footprint on the ground appeared in front of them.

There are still mottled blood stains on the ground and the wall, and some broken porcelain jars piled up on the wall. It is obvious that this is the real crime scene.

Xie Yu'an half-closed his eyes, carefully observing the clues on the scene.

She looked at the scene of the crime and then at the alley where the footprints extended, feeling a little puzzled in her heart.

The distance between the place where the corpse was dumped and the place where the crime occurred was only a few hundred meters, and the location of the place where the corpse was dumped was not hidden. Why did the murderer go to the extra trouble to drag the deceased into an alley?

"Have you memorized everything?"

The sudden voice behind him startled the pensive Xie Yu'an, she suddenly turned her head to look at Yan Qingchuan, and asked in a daze, "Remember what?"

Yan Qingchuan frowned unhappily, "Naturally, it's the scene overview and clues. After writing it down, go back and copy it in the book."

Xie Yu'an was puzzled and said, "Isn't that Luo Yi's job!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just do what you are asked to do, if you don't want to, you can leave Qingtian Division."

After Yan Qingchuan finished speaking, he lifted his legs and left the place.

Xie Yu'an resisted the urge to point the middle finger at Yan Qingchuan's back, and followed him.