A strong north wind blew, almost blowing out the candles behind the altar table.
The Liao family said that Liao Wenbin was unjustly accused, and that there was another hidden reason for Han Xiang's death. Maybe the Han family deliberately framed the Liao family. The Han family bit Liao Wenbin to death and was the murderer. They determined that Zhou Yuan was an accomplice invited by the Liao family. You said something, I said a word, and they started pinching him in front of Li Zheng.
Zhou Yuan also felt wronged for becoming an accomplice of the Liao family for no reason. Fortunately, the Han family targeted the Liao family. After Mrs. Han glared at her angrily, she then targeted Liao Wenbin.
The City God's Temple was in chaos, and Zhou Yu'an pulled Shen Chongming to stand in front of the City God.
The City God is very majestic, and he is also dressed in silk and satin donated by believers. The silk and satin are very old, but very clean. If you get closer, you can smell the smell of soap locust - the clothes of the City God have just been washed!
I have seen the City God’s Temple many times, but this was the first time I met the man who washed clothes for the City God. Zhou Yu'an felt strange and bumped Shen Chongming gently with his elbow.
"What's wrong?"
"This City God's clothes have just been washed."
"so what?"
"The sleeves are torn, and they are torn." Zhou Yuan said, "The clothes are washed with soap locust, and the smell is very strong. It cannot last more than two days. The believers even wash the clothes of the City God, which proves that they care very much. The City God cares about the City God's face. If the clothes were torn before being starched, they would not let the City God wear them. Even if they were to wear them, they should mend them. This tear was made last night."
"Go over and have a look."
Zhou Yu'an nodded and came to the damaged area with Shen Chongming.
The sleeves of the City God were so wide that they almost covered half of the mud platform. There were traces of struggle under the stage, and the traces were erased but very roughly. There were bloodstains on the mud table, and the bloodstains were divided into two layers, proving that it was left in two stages.
There are footprints under the mud platform. The footprints are so messy that no complete ones can be found.
Next to the footprints is written straw. There is also blood on the straw, and there is a strand of hair in the blood. Zhou Yuan bent down and picked up the strand of hair. The hair is very hard and has dirt, and it doesn’t look like it belongs to a girl.
"It should belong to the murderer. You can see that the roots of the hair were pulled out." Shen Chongming took out his handkerchief and motioned for Zhou Yu'an to put his hair on it: "This blood stain... the murderer was injured. It was on the head. It may have been caused by Han. Made in Hunan.”
"It's not necessarily a beating." Zhou Yu'an pondered: "Do you remember Mr. Tan? He also had a wound on his head, and the blood was stuck to his hair, making it flat."
"The head was hit, and blood seeped out from under the scalp and instantly stuck to the hair." Shen Chongming stared at the hair in his hand: "This hair is a little different."
"Learning is on the hair, not stuck to it." Zhou Yu'an took off the hairpin on his head: "Is it possible that Miss Han stabbed the murderer with the hairpin during the struggle?"
"Liao Wenbin is not injured." Looking through the crowd, Shen Chongming glanced at Liao Wenbin: "The murderer is not Liao Wenbin!"
"There is something even stranger." Zhou Yu'an pointed to the two layers of blood stains on the mud platform: "This piece of blood is underneath, and the mark is flat and without friction. Judging from the traces on the mud platform and the ground, the injured person should be sitting here. Yes. Look at the straw over there. If nothing else, it should have been used to cushion the body of the deceased. The top piece was left behind later. Judging from the shape, it should have been left when the deceased was struggling. Well, there is one here too. Hair strands.”
Zhou Yu'an took off the hair on the mud table and handed it to Shen Chongming. After comparison, it was found that it was not the same person's hair. The hair of the former is hard, with dirt and oil on it, and it has not been washed for at least half a month. The latter's hair is softer and darker, with a hint of osmanthus oil on it.
Osmanthus oil is a hair care oil commonly used by women. Zhou Yuan also uses it, but she doesn't buy it in a store, but makes it herself. Not surprisingly, the stick stuck to the mud platform should belong to Han Xiang, who had an entanglement with the deceased in the Chenghuang Temple.
Their eyes met, Shen Chongming nodded towards Zhou Yu'an.
Zhou Yu'an stood up and said to the chaotic crowd: "Miss Han fell here!"
Seeing everyone looking at her, he raised his voice and said, "The murderer first pressed her here with evil intentions. Miss Han struggled desperately and tore the clothes of the City God."
"This murderer is really not Mr. Liao!" Someone among the onlookers said: "Who doesn't know that Han Xiang likes Mr. Liao? It was Han Xiang who chased Mr. Liao in the first place, and even the elopement was brought up by Han Xiang himself. If the person she had a private meeting with was Mr. Liao, the two of them would not have a dispute over this matter."
"If I were Han Xiang, I wouldn't struggle." The man next to him said with a smile: "Don't Han Xiang just want to marry Mr. Liao? Elopement is marriage, cooking rice is also marriage. On the left and right are Mr. Liao's people, Why are you struggling in this City God's Temple? I also believe that Mr. Liao is innocent, Mrs. Han, please don't embarrass others."
"My Xiang'er is not that kind of person." Mrs. Han's face turned pale, and she couldn't help but tremble all over after listening to people talking about her daughter: "It's Liao Wenbin, he deceived my Xiang'er."
"Mrs. Han, Han Xiang and I are in love."
Liao Wenbin was beaten by Mrs. Han until his face was bruised and bruised, but he still knelt upright. No matter what Mrs. Han said about him, he was not angry at all, let alone complained at all. It can be seen that he is sincere about Han Xiang, and he is also very respectful to Han Xiang's mother.
Liao Wenbin bowed to Mrs. Liao, and then faced everyone and said: "Although Han Xiang and I have a private life-long commitment, we abide by the rules in our daily interactions and never exceed them in the slightest. Han Xiang is an innocent girl, please Don't insult her with those dirty words. Even if there is no engagement, she is the one that I, Liao Wenbin, want to be with. I can't bear to hear anyone talk about her with my ears."
"Mr. Liao, we are speaking for you."
"No need!" Liao Wenbin straightened his back: "The pure will become pure, and the turbid will become turbid. Han Xiang is innocent, and Liao Wenbin is innocent. As for the murderer, I believe that Li Zheng and this warm-hearted girl will be able to find him. come out."
"Young Master Liao is right, what is pure will become pure by itself, and what is turbid will become turbid." Zhou Yu'an clapped his hands: "Where is Miss Han Xiang? I want to perform an autopsy on her."
"Autopsy? Who are you?" Mrs. Han looked at Zhou Yu'an: "Do you want my Xiang'er to die without being able to live in peace?"
"Don't Mrs. Han want to avenge her daughter?" Zhou Yu'an looked at Mrs. Han, "Don't you want the murderer to pay for Miss Han's life?"
"The murderer is Liao Wenbin!" Mrs. Han pointed at Liao Wenbin: "You are in the same group! My Xiang'er was killed by you!"
"Where is the evidence? If there is no evidence, just say that we are with Mr. Liao. Does Mrs. Han want to avenge her daughter, or does she not want to avenge her daughter?" Zhou Yuan walked up to Mrs. Han and held her hand: "My name is Zhou Yuan , his name is Shen Chongming, you don’t need to know who we are, you just need to know that he is someone even the Qingyang County Magistrate is afraid of!"
Zhou Yuan pointed at Shen Chongming: "Now, can we go see Miss Han?"
