The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Zhen Shicheng scanned the crowd slowly, and the words were clear, like thunder falling in their ears: "The murderer must still be among these people in the hall."

The hall was immediately noisy.

"Who killed King An?"

"I can't think of it. I just clinked a glass with Junwang An and had a drink. Why was it so dark for a while and everyone was gone?"

"Zhen Shicheng said that the murderer is in the temple. If you can kill people in the dark, it's most convenient for people close to Anjun King?"

"What do you mean by this? Is it possible to think that King An was killed by this king?" The one with an angry tone was the King Kang who had just been scared and panicked.

"Oh, don't worry about it, the prince, isn't this a common sense..."

"That can't be inferred to this king!"

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"Enough, shut up for me!" Emperor Jing Ming roared in full anger.

Finally, looking forward to the winter solstice, he still thought of the bad luck of going out of the palace for a year, who would have thought of it again!

It's dead again...

Thinking about it this way, Emperor Jing Ming was a little desperate.

He can already imagine that those yushis who want to find other opportunities to go out in the future have more to say.

"Zhen Aiqing, you go on."

Zhen Shicheng chong Jingming emperor arched his hands: "First of all, please ask the emperor to send someone to the door of the main hall and don't let anyone go out."

Emperor Jingming nodded, and immediately gave Pan Hai a wink.

Pan Hai understood, stepped aside and started arranging the corresponding matters. Soon several guards were guarding the doorways leading to the apse and outside the main hall.

Zhen Shicheng walked around the body of King An, and finally stopped.

Everyone stared at his every move, and the roar of Emperor Jing Ming was shocked, and no one dared to speak.

For a while, needles fell in the hall, and there was a hairy silence.

Zhen Shicheng cleared his throat and asked, "During the period when the temple was dark, was there anyone who was bumped or noticed someone walking by?"

After a moment of silence, someone said, "I didn't know who stepped on me just now."

The person next to me embarrassed: "Sorry, I stepped on it."

Zhen Shicheng glanced at the two who were talking, and silently retracted his gaze.

The one who was stepped on was the Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, and the one who stepped on the people was the Shangshu of the Ministry of Etiquette. Both of them were old men half-lengthed into the soil. If they could bypass several tables in the dark and kill King An with a single blow, it would be more difficult. child.

Another said: "At that time I was toasting, and suddenly I was hit by someone in the dark, and the wine spilled over me."

One person hurriedly said: "Master Zhang, I didn't mean to hit you. The hall suddenly became dark, and I was a little panicked. I wanted to go back to my seat and do a good job. I didn't know who hit me and got my half sleeves of wine."

He said, raising his sleeves: "Everyone, I'm still full of alcohol."

The person beside him sniffed, and he smelled of strong alcohol.

Several people mentioned small bumps, but when they asked carefully, there was nothing unusual.

The eyes of everyone looking at Zhen Shicheng became subtle.

It's hard to handle, I didn't ask anything. Zhen Shicheng might betray the emperor's trust this time.

For Zhen Shicheng, who has no foundation in the poor family, many people are a little uncomfortable.

More precisely, it was precisely because Emperor Jing Ming favored Zhen Shicheng that Zhen Shicheng didn't give any face, and some people became more and more displeased. To put it bluntly, it is actually envy, jealousy and hatred.

Sitting in the corner, Jiang Ancheng was quite worried about Zhen Shicheng's situation.

Brother Zhen seems to be in trouble.

While worrying, he was also a little lucky: He had some regrets that his daughter and son-in-law hadn't come, but now it seems great not to come.

When I was drinking with Mr. Zhen that time, Mr. Zhen inadvertently said something that seemed to be congenial to the murder. He almost beat up Mr. Zhen by rolling up his sleeves.

Humph, Brother Zhen has nothing to say this time.

Zhen Shicheng still looked calm, and when the hall was quiet again, he said loudly: "Just now, no one noticed the murderer, but there are a few points that are certain."

Everyone held their breath and listened to him.

"First of all, the King Kong closest to King An is not the murderer."

As soon as this word came out, everyone immediately began to whisper.

County King Kang was so moved that he almost shed tears, so he almost rushed to hug Zhen Shicheng.

"Master Zhen, you are really observant. If anyone dares to question your ability to solve cases in the future, this king will be the first to scold him!"

Everyone looked at the sky in silence.

The reason King Kang judged that Zhen Shicheng was observing Qiuhao was true...

Emperor Jingming couldn't help asking: "Zhen Aiqing, how do you tell that the murderer is not King Kang?"

Zhen Shicheng said to King Kang: "Please turn around."

Although King Kang was at a loss, Zhen Shicheng said that he was either a murderer or a good person, so he was naturally very cooperative.

Emperor Jingming stared at the back of King Kang, waiting for Zhen Shicheng to explain.

"Please look at the emperor, there are some blood stains behind the prince, mostly dripping down in the form of needles, which shows that the King Kang was facing his back when the blood was spurted from the stabbing moment." Zhen Shi said quickly. Slowly and steadily explained, "The prince turned his back to King An at that time, how can he kill him?"

Someone whispered, "Could it be that the blood spurted out after turning around?"

County King Kang glanced at the man, secretly rubbed his name on the small black account.

Zhen Shicheng categorically denied: "No, the murderer drew the knife immediately after piercing the heart of King An with a dagger. The blood will be sprayed out the moment the knife is drawn. At that time, the murderer should be standing next to King An, spurting blood. Only a part of it will splash on the back of King Kang."

Zhen Shicheng used a kerchief to pick up the dagger that had fallen beside the corpse of King An.

Everyone shuddered as they looked at the red dagger tip.

Although it was winter, the hall was as warm as spring. They had already taken off their big clothes. At this moment, the clothes were so thin that they suddenly felt cold.

"Why does the murderer draw his sword? If he doesn't draw the sword, will the blood stop spraying out?" asked a curiosity minister.

Zhen Shicheng smiled coldly: "This is what I want to say next."

Everyone immediately put away a lot of speculation, waiting for Zhen Shicheng to continue.

"Even if the murderer is standing on one side and avoiding a large amount of blood splashes, there is still a possibility that blood will be splashed on his body, so why did he choose to draw the knife immediately?"

Following Zhen Shicheng's question, some generals had already understood.

Someone murmured: "In order to let King An not have a chance to struggle..."

Zhen Shicheng took the words: "Yes, it is to reduce the struggle of King An. If you don't draw the knife right away, you will not die instantly, and will often struggle violently. This will not only disturb others, but also the dead. It is possible to scratch the murderer. The murderer does not want to see this happen, so he must draw his sword immediately regardless of the blood spattering. In addition to the chaos after the dark, the process of killing can be unconscious."

As Zhen Shicheng said, he slowly swept over the crowd: "From this we can infer one thing: the murderer has experience in murder."