Qi Jun stopped talking nonsense to Manager Huai and raised his hand: "Search!"
At the same time, he lifted the person up, turned around and threw him back to the mourning hall. After Ye Feng came in, he kicked the door shut with his heel and searched the person's body himself.
Ye Feng knew why Qi Jun closed the door.
If it was really found out that Chief Huai was the one who killed the members of the mission, the case would have to be hidden from others and quietly reported to His Majesty. Otherwise, the reputation of the royal family's attack on the mission would spread, and there would be no need to handle the Longevity Festival.
However, nothing suspicious was found on Mr. Huai's body, and he refused to admit it.
Ye Feng squatted in front of him, carefully observed the marks on his two palms, and confirmed that he was left-handed.
Previously, when Ye Feng examined the corpses of the members of the mission, he found that the direction of the knife marks was opposite to that of ordinary people, and he already suspected that the murderer was left-handed.
Now, it is basically certain that the murderer is Mr. Huai.
However, if the other party refused to admit it, Ye Feng had to confirm the other party's statement.
So he walked out and called a servant who had moved things with the manager Huai before, to take a look at the utensils.
It was a large courtyard newly prepared by Le Dan. All the furnishings in it were very expensive and brand new.
The strange thing is: no matter what is in the whole yard, it is all in black and white style.
The tables, chairs and benches are all half black and half white.
It looks like...
It's very weird and uncomfortable, as if you're in a fantasy space, with a dazzling sense of absurdity.
Can you imagine? Even good antique vases have been painted in black and white, completely destroying their ornamental value.
However, it is also easier to spot blood stains.
The servants said that all these colors were painted by Master Huai himself, even on the fine porcelain tea cups.
But while I was brushing, a teacup broke, cutting Mr. Huai's hand. But he didn't stop and was still busy with blood. Many things were even stained with blood.
Ye Feng touched all the blood stains he could find, and then returned to the mourning hall and touched the wounds of the supervisor, confirming that they all belonged to the other party.
The room where the members of the mission were located after the incident had been tidied up before Ye Feng and the others arrived. Ye Feng couldn't touch all the dozens of pieces with his hands, so he couldn't get the murderer's blood analysis.
Not to mention the room where Le Dan died.
Manager Huai is really a hard-working man. His master is dead, and when the tree falls and the hozens are about to scatter, why are they cleaning up so cleanly?
Ye Feng thought of this, stood up and said to Qi Jun: "The members of the mission were killed by Manager Huai. The circumferential incisions on those people proved that the murderer was left-handed, and the injuries on the fingertips of Manager Huai were not caused by broken porcelain shards, but by thin blades The traces left by uneven force can be confirmed.”
After saying that, he turned to look at Manager Huai and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not. The only difference is who will I attribute the death of Princess Ledan to."
If you say it, I will go find the real murderer of Le Dan; if you don't tell me, it will be you who killed Le Dan.
Manager Huai understood, and in an instant all the lines of defense were broken down.
"How could the old slave kill the princess? She is like the old slave's own child. She is the child that the old slave loves and favors. You cannot wrong the old slave. You absolutely cannot..."
He cannot bear this charge, he cannot bear this charge.
After a few breaths, he finally admitted the fact of killing members of the mission.
"Because of...because of those things, the princess only has one best friend left, the second girl of the Shen family. Yesterday, after the princess returned to the mansion, she heard from her servants that the second girl Shen was bullied by the Japanese melons in the Sifang Pavilion. Just...let the old slave do the work."
"Why put the blame on me?" Ye Feng asked calmly.
Manager Huai's expression became very strange after being questioned.
He looked at Ye Feng, then at Ye Feng, shook his head and smiled bitterly, with desolation and irony.
"Master Ye, the princess accompanied Miss Shen Er yesterday to see Master Qi. You...you embarrassed Miss Shen Er, which caused her and the princess to part ways and get into trouble. The princess blamed and You asked the old slave to find ways to put the blame on you. Just when the old slave left, those Japanese melons were preparing to commit suicide and put the blame on you..."
What Mr. Huai didn't say was that the princess had changed her mind again this morning.
Ye Feng heard that he was treated like this by Le Dan because he had embarrassed Shen Rou'er... He didn't know whether to be angry or laugh at the moment.
He nodded silently to Qi Jun: It's all your fault.
Ye Feng felt that all this had happened out of nowhere.
Qi Jun turned his eyes and looked at the sky, looking like it was none of his business.
Ye Feng shook his head helplessly and asked Manager Xiang Huai a key question: "How come you are so familiar with the human body?"
Manager Huai smiled bitterly.
This time it was a pure and bitter smile, and he said with a bitter smile: "There is a kind of person in the palace who is more scary than you Jin Yiwei. The old slave was selected there when he was young because of his strong physique. He worked there for fifteen years. Until Selected by the little princess."
Manager Huai remembered: That time, the two-year-old girl could not walk steadily and accidentally bumped into his leg.
He looks very fierce and has been doing the darkest and dirtiest jobs for more than ten years. No one dares to approach him easily, let alone look at him.
But the little girl dared.
She bumped into him and grabbed the hem of his robe to hug him.
The slave could not hug the master, but his heart was instantly softened, so soft that it was unbelievable.
He stretched out a finger, let the little princess hold it, and sent it back.
Seeing His Majesty, the little princess still refused to let go of him and insisted on him following.
In this way, he became the chief eunuch beside the princess.
In a blink of an eye, the little princess has grown up.
In a blink of an eye, there we go again...
This is his home, and he will always guard it for the princess.
But now, we can't keep it.
He killed someone, and even though he was following his master's orders, he couldn't escape.
As Manager Huai spoke, his eyes rested on the painting of Princess Ledan, looking at the bright smile on the bun's face and looking at it intently.
Ye Feng sighed softly, looked at Qi Jun, and asked with his eyes: How to handle this case.
This crime is based on the legal theory: Le Dan's crime is greater, and Chief Huai is just following orders.
Slaves have no autonomy, just like tools and knives.
Some masters will blame all bad things on their servants, but they will also bear greater responsibility. The law orders not only to pursue the servants but also the master. Otherwise, how many masters do it themselves? The law is gone.
But Ledan is dead...
Qi Jun didn't have as many ideas as Ye Feng. He waved his hand and said, "Lock him up first."
The master dies, the servant dies. It doesn't matter how he handles it. He is temporarily locked up because he still needs to question the other party about Le Dan's case.
It was almost midnight, and Qi Jun didn't think he could solve Le Dan's case today, so he arranged for someone to cook some food.
There are so many of them and they haven't even had lunch yet.
Ye Feng was anxious to do an autopsy.
Although the murderer of those members of the mission has been found, he still wants to carefully study the different skeletons that grew up in different regions and different humanistic environments.
This will be valuable experience that you and future generations can use.
Teachers in general are too rare for future generations.
