Seventy Five Travel Accidents

After hearing what Zhan Zhao said, Uncle Song immediately sealed off Prince Qi's mansion, and called all the strong servants in the mansion to the front yard, lined up in order, and stood up one by one.Shen Chuyi circled around these people, and finally shook his head at Zhan Zhao.

None of these people fit her description.It stands to reason that when she grabbed the man's collar, she hit him in the face, and none of these people were injured.

Uncle Song made a "cut" sound, and sneered at Shen Chuyi: "This girl, I have found everyone for you, but is there the killer you mentioned?"

Uncle Song has always disliked her, and Shen Chuyi is used to this.She ignored Uncle Song's words, walked up to Zhan Zhao, and said softly, "Maybe he's not from the Song residence..."

Zhan Zhao frowned, feeling it shouldn't be so.

This person should be someone from Prince Qi's residence.Otherwise, if you want to kill King Qi, why not find a capable killer?Since his martial arts were poor, he wouldn't have escaped their eyes and left Qi Palace.Zhan Zhao is very sure that this person must still be in the mansion.And, have a reasonable identity.

"Uncle Song, take a closer look, besides these people, are there really no other men in the Qi Palace?" Zhan Zhao walked up to Uncle Song and asked directly.

Uncle Song looked a little unnatural, he lowered his head and seemed to be thinking about it, and was about to shake his head when someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.

"Song Zhiyong didn't come!"

When the voice came together, someone immediately reacted and responded one after another.

"That's right, Song Zhiyong isn't here..."

"Could it be that he harmed King Qi...but he is..."

……

Zhan Zhao asked Song Bo, "Who is Song Zhiyong?"

"It's my son." Uncle Song coughed and said, "My son is not in good health, so he was not allowed to come."

"Not in good health?" Zhan Zhao asked lightly, and said, "Since it's not convenient to come here, let's go and have a look." Man, Miss Shen has nothing to say."

"What do you think? Uncle Song."

Uncle Song's complexion darkened, he sighed, and took a few people to Song Zhiyong's house.

On the way, Uncle Song walked in the front, followed by a few servants, and Zhan Zhao and his party were last.Ding Yuehua couldn't help but asked Zhan Zhao in a low voice: "Looking at Uncle Song's strange face, could it be that he is hiding something?"

"En." Zhan Zhao responded, looked at the figure in front of him, and said, "Uncle Song seems very reluctant for Song Zhiyong to show up."

Shen Chuyi tilted his head and said, "If Song Zhiyong was the one fighting me today, I wouldn't wonder why Uncle Song always targets me."

"But Uncle Song has been with the King of Qi for so long, and I heard that he has lived and died together, will he harm the King of Qi?" Ding Yuehua asked.

It was Shen Chuyi who answered her.

"Uncle Song won't harm King Qi, but that doesn't mean Song Zhiyong won't."

Arriving outside Song Zhiyong's house, it was pitch black with no lights on.

Uncle Song knocked on the door and shouted: "Zhiyong? Zhiyong? The adults of Kaifeng Mansion want to see you, please get dressed and come to see you..."

There was no movement inside, and Uncle Song was not in a hurry, he said to several people: "My son has been used to being arrogant since he was a child, and I often beat and scold him too."

Eh?

Why did Uncle Song suddenly mention beating and scolding?

As he said that, Uncle Song shouted again: "Song Zhiyong! You have already said that you are the Lord of Kaifeng Mansion, can you stop being awkward? Didn't I just slap you twice?"

"Uncle Song hit him?" Zhan Zhao asked.

Uncle Song nodded immediately: "Yes, I called in the morning. If you don't listen to persuasion and don't do anything, even though it's my son, I can't let him eat in the Qi Palace."

"Really! Why don't you open the door!"

After shouting several times, Uncle Song finally became anxious.

He signaled to the following servant to knock the door open.

With a bang, the door was knocked open.

In the darkness, an inexplicable gust of cold wind rushed out.

The moonlight shone into the room, and one could clearly see a figure swaying under the beam of the door.

Zhan Zhao was startled, looked intently, and saw a strong man hanging from a beam in front of the main entrance, with a kicked-down stool underneath.

He didn't dare to neglect, and rushed in immediately.

He drew his sword and swung the white silk on the beam, but he fell immediately without being pulled.Zhan Zhao connected it and laid it flat on the ground.

The moment he touched his body, Zhan Zhao had already made up his mind.The person's body was already frozen.

Uncle Song at the door finally woke up, rushed in and shouted, "Zhiyong! Zhiyong! My son!"

Uncle Song knelt on the ground, his fingers trembling as he probed for Song Zhiyong's breath.

I put my fingers there for a long time, but I didn't feel any breath.Uncle Song shook his son's body in disbelief, grieved in his heart, and cried out, "My son, why can't you think about it...my son..."

Seemingly overwhelmed by grief, Uncle Song passed out after crying a few words.

Zhan Zhao immediately had someone help him back to his room, leaving behind another servant to give instructions.Let him go to Kaifeng Mansion to report the case, and invite Wu Zuo to come for an autopsy.

He was originally here to catch the murderer, but what he saw was a corpse.

Shen Chuyi felt embarrassed, and even more puzzled.Obviously the truth is about to come to light, why suddenly, it is another murder case.She took the fire and folded into the house and lit the lamp, and the dark room was brightened instantly.

As for the corpse on the ground, only at this time can we really see what it looks like.

Zhan Zhao squatted beside him, carefully observing the information given by the corpse.

The people on the ground looked almost like Song Bohe.The body is strong and strong, with bruises on the face and body.He was also wearing a nocturnal black suit, and the black collar on the back was obviously missing.On his neck were traces drawn by Bai Ling, which had already turned blue.The blue part is also strange, the middle part is darker, and the traces on the sides are slightly lighter.

There was no trace of struggle in the room, and there was a piece of letter paper on the wooden table.

Ding Yuehua opened the letter paper, sighed, and said, "It's suicide."

As he spoke, he handed the letter paper to Zhan Zhao.

"Here, the suicide note also admits that he assassinated King Qi."

Zhan Zhao took it and looked at it carefully.Suddenly feeling a hot light, he looked up and saw that it was Shen Chuyi.She was looking at herself, smiling slightly awkwardly.Zhan Zhao glanced at the letter in his hand, seemed to understand its meaning, thought it was funny, but didn't show it, and slowly opened his mouth to read what was said in the letter: "What happened to King Qi was all done by me. Zhiyong confessed his crime and is willing to die Apologize."

"That's it?" Shen Chu couldn't help asking when he saw Zhan Zhao put away the letter paper.

"That's it." Zhan Zhao nodded.

Shen Chuyi asked: "Then what is the reason for killing King Qi?"

"I didn't tell you." Zhan Zhao said.

Shen Chuyi lowered his head in thought, and said, "I'm sure that this person is the one who fought with me at night. He has all the injuries where I fought. But I don't think...he will commit suicide."

"If you are convicted, you won't come to assassinate again tonight. If you want to die, you won't try to escape while fighting with me."

"Isn't it too funny to escape to commit suicide?"

"What Miss Shen said makes sense."

Zhan Zhao fixed his eyes on Song Zhiyong's neck, and continued slowly.

"Also, the scar on the neck doesn't seem to happen all at once."

Ding Yuehua knelt down, leaned over to have a look, and asked: "But there is only one trace?"

"No, it's two." Zhan Zhao pointed to the deep spot between the marks and said.

Zhan Zhao called, and Shen Chuyi quickly understood: "The real weapon that strangled Song Zhiyong should not be this white silk." She gestured at the deep part of the mark, and continued, "It should be a thinner cloth than the white silk." strip."

"That's right." Zhan Zhao agreed, "When we came in, the stool was tilted forward. But in normal suicides, the stool would be kicked backward."

Ding Yuehua suddenly said: "This is homicide!"

Zhan Zhao narrowed his eyes, tightened his hand holding Ju Que, and paused every word.

"It seems that there is a case in this case."

"Everything is not as simple as what we see now."

"Eh? Could the murderer be the man in black that you are confronting?" Shen Chuyi guessed.

Zhan Zhao's eyes were dark, and he stood up slowly: "This, we will wait for the fifth brother to tell us the answer."

Outside the courtyard, it suddenly became lively.

There was a lot of noise, yelling, and the crowd was running.

As soon as Shen Chu walked out of the house, he stood in the corridor and heard a sentence.

Someone was shouting, shouting—

"King Qi is awake!"