The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Zhen Shicheng and Jiang Si walked back and forth one after another.

The crowd suddenly became quieter.

Chaoyun's quietness was different from that of others, and he felt a sense of lifelessness.

Zhen Shicheng could not see any emotions on her face, and calmly asked, "Chaoyun, did you find anything unusual when you burned the paper in the courtyard this morning?"

Chaoyun bowed his head and said nothing.

Bo Yongchang was extremely angry, and kicked towards Chaoyun when he raised his foot.

"Uncle, don't be impulsive!" Zhen Shicheng hurriedly stood in front of Uncle Yong Chang.

Upon seeing this, Uncle Yong Chang hurriedly withdrew his feet, but after all he swept Zhen Shicheng a little bit.

Zhen Shicheng struck his beard in pain, and tremblingly said: "Uncle, it is unwise for you to hurt Chaoyun before the water is over!"

Uncle Yongchang turned black with anger: "Master Zhen, look at her like this! If you didn't kill your wife, why would you not say a word? Could it be said that there are people in the world who are indifferent to the crime of murder? Unless that person is the murderer! "

"Uncle is wrong." Zhen Shicheng shook his head and glanced at Chaoyun deeply.

The woman in her thirties has gray-white hair mixed in her hair. She is described as haggard, her eyes are dim, and she looks like an oil lamp that is about to burn out.

"Where is wrong?"

Zhen Shicheng sighed softly: "There are still many situations where someone will be indifferent to the crime of murder. For example, he wants to protect the murderer. For example, he has a dead heart and doesn't care about anything..."

Chaoyun didn't respond when she heard "I want to protect the murderer", but when she heard "The heart is dead gray", she blinked and wept.

Xu Shi opened the valve of emotion, Chaoyun didn't care about everyone's gaze, the suppressed and silent cry quickly turned into a loud cry, and the scalp was numb.

What Uncle Yong Chang wanted to say was stopped by Zhen Shicheng shook his head.

A group of people just watched Chaoyun crying quietly.

And Jiang Si quietly walked past a person when everyone's attention was attracted by Chaoyun, trying to find the murderer from the crowd.

If it wasn't for Qiulu, the maid who committed suicide in the lake, or the Tongfang Chaoyun who had been depressed for many years, who was the cunning murderer?

After a long time, Chaoyun's crying gradually ceased.

Zhen Shicheng couldn't help but glance at Jiang Si.

Hidden among the people, Jiang Si shook his head gently at him.

Zhen Shicheng sighed in his heart, and the secret path Chaoyun would cry longer.

Chaoyun, who was crying with red eyes, didn't know what the unpredictable adult was thinking, so he wiped away tears.

"Chaoyun, can you tell me if there was anything unusual when burning the paper this morning?" Zhen Shicheng asked patiently.

When asking a case, he is extremely patient regardless of the identity of the other party.

This time, Chaoyun finally shook his head and said softly, "No."

Zhen Shicheng was happy.

Chaoyun's willingness to cooperate is undoubtedly beneficial to solving the case.

The murderer buried his blood suit in the place where Chaoyun burned the paper. Except for Mr. Yongchang and his wife, Chaoyun was probably the closest person to the murderer.

"Chaoyun, if you think about it, you don't necessarily see anything, even the abnormal sound is counted." Zhen Shicheng reminded.

Chaoyun raised his eyes to look at Zhen Shicheng, and smiled: "Don't you think that the maidservant is a murderer?"

That smile, there is a smell of mockery.

Zhen Shicheng is not confused in things, nor is he stupid in dealing with people. Hearing this, he immediately glanced at Uncle Yong Chang, thinking that the usefulness of this uncle is really messy.

At this time, it is natural not to add fuel to the fire, lest Chaoyun retracts into that shell again.

"The official is an outsider, only looking at the evidence and doubts, you are in the game, and it is natural to be influenced by feelings."

Chaoyun was stunned and couldn't help looking at Uncle Yong Chang.

Uncle Yong Chang was silent, feeling touched by Zhen Shicheng's words.

On weekdays, he is generous to the two common rooms, and the cost of food and clothing is better than that of other aunts. Even their parents and family have arranged errands, which is regarded as an explanation to them.

He just didn't give them feelings, and this was already stated clearly when he picked people back then, and he didn't force anyone.

But when one of them became the murderer of his wife, that lenient was not enough to keep him calm against her.

If people from Shuntian Mansion were not invited to intervene and found that Chaoyun killed his wife, he might be unable to control the death of this woman.

Zhen Shicheng's words also touched Chaoyun.

She retracted her gaze, touched her bony hand, and said in a low voice: "The maid burned the paper and went into the house. I just lay down and heard a noise from the yard. After a while, I opened the window and looked at the yard. Nothing at all."

"How long has it been since the sound came and you opened the window to see?"

"About half a cup of tea."

Zhen Shicheng couldn't help frowning.

If the murderer sneaked into the Xikuayuan to bury the blood coat after Chaoyun entered the house, half a cup of tea would not be enough for her to hide the blood coat and leave.

"Do you remember the exact time you entered the house?"

"Maochu just passed."

Zhen Shicheng walked to the West Gate with back hands and stood at the gate of the moon cave and looked towards Chaoyun burning paper.

Just after Maochu, at that time the sky was not bright yet, could Chaoyun not see clearly?

The place where Chaoyun burns the paper is the corner of the wall, where low flowers and trees are planted. If the murderer makes a movement and quickly leaned down and looks out of the house, Chaoyun probably didn’t notice someone lying there, so naturally he will look at everything. Not.

Zhen Shicheng suddenly thought of something, and strode back to ask Chaoyun: "Did you hear any noise when you burned the paper?"

Chaoyun shook his head: "No."

At that time, she was immersed in the pain of missing her unborn child, without paying attention to the surrounding movement.

"So, did you cry at that time?"

The issue of Zhen Shicheng has attracted many people's attention.

Everyone knows that Chaoyun's temperament has changed drastically because of the absence of a child. Why is this elder chasing after him? Why is it important to cry when burning paper?

"Crying." Chaoyun pursed his lips, and his hands hanging beside him slightly closed.

On this day of every year, she would re-experience what it means to be a broken heart, and she would not want to live.

How could she not cry? That was the child she had been looking forward to for so many years, and it was her joy and support for the rest of her life.

"Cry aloud?" Zhen Shicheng asked again.

Chaoyun bit his lip hard and nodded.

Zhen Shicheng sighed lightly, probably figuring out why the murderer sneaked into the Xikuayuan to bury the blood coat.

The murderer left the main courtyard after committing the crime. In most cases, he heard Chaoyun's cry and saw her burning paper, so the murderer decided to blame Chaoyun at that moment.

Jiang Si quietly walked to Zhen Shicheng's side and coughed slightly. Seeing Zhen Shicheng looking over, Jiang Si shook his head slightly.

Zhen Shicheng twisted his eyebrows.

not found?

"Uncle, are all the people in the backyard in the yard?"

Uncle Yong Chang heard Zhen Shicheng's question and couldn't help but look at the steward.

The steward said in a hurry: "It's all here."

Zhen Shicheng and Jiang Si looked at each other, both surprised.

Could it be that there was a problem with their thinking?