The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Maoshi is exactly the time when the sky is about to dawn. If Chaoyun did not burn the paper but tried to get into the main courtyard to kill people, it would be possible.

"Take this officer to the West Crossing Academy to see." Zhen Shicheng took a deep look at Chaoyun, and temporarily stopped questioning.

A group of people flocked to the west courtyard.

At the request of Zhen Shicheng, the maid led the crowd to a corner of the courtyard and pointed to the ground: "This is it."

Jiang seemed to squeeze in front of him without any traces, and when he fixed his eyes, he saw that black ashes were faintly remaining on the ground. If it were a day or two, he would definitely not be able to leave this trace.

Zhen Shicheng stared at the ground thoughtfully.

The ground here seems a bit strange--

He walked there thinking this way, raised his foot and touched the ground.

A slightly soft feeling came.

Zhen Shicheng's expression changed, and he immediately ordered his subordinates: "Dig here and see."

An official immediately stepped forward to dig.

Except for the top layer of floating soil, the soil below was very soft, and the Ya Ya soon dug up a burden.

"There really is something!" exclaimed from the crowd.

At this moment, everyone stared at the dug out package, but Jiang Si and Zhen Shicheng looked at Chaoyun at the same time.

A person's immediate reaction is always the most true.

It's a pity that the two are destined to be disappointed. Xu Shi Chaoyun's heart is ashamed for a long time, and there is still no expression on his face at this moment, neither nervous nor accidental.

Zhen Shicheng sighed, his eyes met with the girl in the green shirt and white skirt, and he almost couldn't help but throw a thumbs up at her.

When he discovers major clues, the first time he finds important clues is not to look at the physical evidence but to observe the suspect’s reaction. This is the experience accumulated over many years, and the little girl in front of him is not as old as his son, let alone has any experience. It is talent and understanding.

This is really a good seed.

Zhen Shicheng's heart for cherishing talents itched again.

Master Zhen has a problem. He likes to stroke his beard when his heart is itchy. After stroking it several times, he only recovered after breaking two beards, his face concealed the pain and said: "Open it."

"Yes." The Ya Yai immediately opened the burden.

These bureaucrats were all experienced people, and they were extremely careful when opening the burden, and soon the objects in the burden were exposed in front of everyone.

It was a cloth with blood.

Suddenly, one after another gasp sounded in the crowd.

Zhen Shicheng stepped forward, squatting down and looking at the blood suit.

The materials and styles of the clothes are very inconspicuous, and the colors are suitable for middle-aged women.

Mrs. Yongchang Bo was stabbed to death by a candlestick, and the blood poured over the bed. It was difficult for the murderer to keep his clothes clean. This blood suit was almost certainly the one worn by the murderer.

Zhen Shicheng stood up, fixedly looking at Chaoyun: "Did you bury this blood suit?"

Chaoyun was silent.

Zhen Shicheng was very patient, but Uncle Yong Chang couldn't help being furious: "What else is there to ask, it must be the lady who killed the cheap maid!"

Chaoyun looked at Uncle Yong Chang suddenly, and his bloodless lips trembled violently.

"Uncle, don't be impatient." Zhen Shicheng persuaded.

Uncle Yong Chang pointed at the blood coat, his face was extremely ugly: "What do you want to say if the evidence is conclusive? Killing pays for your life, not to mention the murderer who killed his wife... My lord, this **** will leave it to you!

Zhen Shicheng looked at Chaoyun who said nothing, always feeling something was wrong.

Did Mrs. Yongchang really kill Chaoyun?

Although Chaoyun had enough motives to kill and was evidenced by the blood coat buried in the courtyard, killing a large living person with a candlestick is not that simple.

The woman in front of me was thin, with a feeling of sickness and weakness. Is it really powerful to stab a person to death with a candlestick?

Seeing that Zhen Shicheng did not respond, Uncle Yong Chang suddenly went to draw the saber around Xie Yinlou's waist.

Xie Yinlou held the hilt of the sword subconsciously.

Uncle Yong Chang did not pull, and shouted: "Let go!"

Xie Yinlou did not respond much to his father's words, but looked at Zhen Shicheng instead.

Uncle Yongchang was angry: "Smelly boy, you let me go, don't you want to avenge your mother?"

Xie Yinlou calmly said with his sword hilt: "Of course the son wants to avenge his mother, provided that the murderer is identified."

Uncle Yong Chang was rather frustrated because of his strength without a son. He turned to Zhen Shicheng and said, "Master Zhen, can this not prove that she is a murderer?"

Zhen Shicheng stroked his beard and thoughtfully said: "There are still many doubts in this. Human life is a matter of life, so naturally you can't jump to conclusions."

He knew that more than 80% of the officials in charge of criminal names in Dazhou could close the case based on speculation. As long as the speculation is reasonable and reasonable, even if there is no conclusive evidence, the suspect can be regarded as the murderer.

But he would not be like this.

As long as the case he handles, he would rather become an unsolved case because of his ability, rather than close the case solely by reasoning.

Skynet is full of negligence without leaking, and there is always the possibility of solving unsettled cases, but once people die in vain, they will never survive.

Behind every dead person, there are countless tears of loved ones.

"What's more suspicious?" His wife died violently, and the room was the biggest suspect, which made it difficult for Yong Changbo to calm down.

"When was the last time you saw Chaoyun?" Zhen Shicheng did not answer Uncle Yong Chang's words, and continued to ask the two maids.

A maid said: "The maidservant gave her hot water before going to bed. It was probably at the beginning of the sea."

This time actually matched the time Chaoyun said he fell asleep.

Zhen Shicheng said to Yongchang Bo: "One of the doubts is how Chaoyun got into the main courtyard after Haichu and hid in the closet of Mrs. Bo's bedroom."

Uncle Yong Chang was dumb for a while.

At that time, he and his wife had just rested, and had not even fallen asleep, unless Chaoyun was a **** to avoid his eyes and eyes and hide in the closet.

"But how do you explain this blood suit? The time when she burned the paper was after Nako was killed. She probably burned the paper to bury the blood suit after killing Nako."

"But still can't explain how she hid in the closet." Zhen Shicheng reminded calmly.

The most important thing doesn't make sense, no matter how the other fits, he will not arbitrarily put the crime of the real murderer on one person.

Uncle Yong Chang thought for a while, and suddenly his expression changed: "Someone hid in the closet. It has always been Master Zhen's guess, right? Maybe the fingerprints in the closet were left by the maid, not the murderer."

Jiang Si coughed softly and interjected: "Uncle, someone hid in the closet’s speculation that it was a niece, Master Zhen just approved the niece’s speculation. Did you forget that it was the fingerprints with strange angles that were found in the closet. Only then cleared your suspicion—"

Yong Changbo was speechless.

Xie Qingyao held his forehead silently.

In order to prove that Tongfang was the murderer, he overturned the previous conclusion, and succeeded in re-tagging himself as a murderer. My father is really amazing...

Uncle Yong Chang's misfire made Zhen Shicheng couldn't help but smile at Jiang Si.

He just said, this girl is really good.

But at this moment, the lovely girl smiled back at Zhen Shicheng: "Master Zhen, I don't think Chaoyun is the murderer."