When Xiao Feng rushed to the door of the mansion, many onlookers had gathered at the door. They were all whispering and looking at Xiao Feng with ambiguous eyes.
The girl who died was young, only sixteen or seventeen years old. She had a beautiful appearance, but she was dressed in men's clothes. The clothes were standard for slaves of wealthy families. Although they were not silk, they were made of fine cloth, which was better than the coarse cloth worn by ordinary people.
She threw herself on the door of Xiao Mansion. Father Lan, who was guarding the door, heard the sound and opened the door. The woman fell directly on top of him, scaring him so much that he fell down.
Zhang Wuxin, who returned home before Xiao Feng, heard the commotion and rushed out immediately. With just one glance, he knew that the person was dead. He immediately called the police on the street to report An Qingyue and let her go to the world view. Find Xiao Feng and come back.
Xiao Feng and An Qingyue saw Zhang Wuxin standing next to the corpse with his hands down, while Zuo Zuo standing next to him looked ashamed, and couldn't help but ask together: "How did you die?"
Zhang Wuxin pointed at the back of the female corpse's head, and the master of Shuntian Mansion shook his head in shame.
"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it. It turned out that a steel needle penetrated my brain. No wonder there was no external injury."
An Qingyue glanced at Wu Zuo dissatisfiedly, feeling that he had disgraced Shuntian Mansion.
"What's all the fuss about? We have solved a wife murder case before. Wasn't it her husband who drove a steel needle into his wife's head and heart?"
Wuzuo waved his hands repeatedly: "The person was numbed with medicine first, and then the needle was driven in with a hammer. He died immediately.
But this girl, who was disguised as a man, ran a long way down the main street in full view of everyone before she fell down on the gate of Xiao Mansion.
If the steel needle had penetrated the brain in advance, the person would have died immediately; but if the person had been killed after running in front of the gate, everyone said that there was no one within thirty steps of the girl at that time! "
An Qingyue was startled and immediately realized that she had wrongly blamed Zuo. The front door of Xiao Feng's house is quite spacious. Although it is on the main street, there are not many people in front of it at this time.
If there is no one within thirty steps, it means that the murderer used a flying needle to kill twenty steps away. The flying needle almost completely entered the brain. Looking at the slender steel needle that Zhang Wuxin pulled out, An Qingyue's face turned pale.
"I can do this within ten steps at most. Senior brother, can you do it?"
Zhang Wuxin was deep in thought and didn't even hear An Qingyue's question. He didn't react until An Qingyue asked again.
"I can do it within twenty steps, but not any further."
An Qingyue's belief collapsed. She always believed that Zhang Wuxin was the best in the world in kung fu. Even after losing to Yu Dayou, she still insisted that it was because her senior brother was in poor condition at the time, and she might not lose if he had to do it again.
But the hard facts in front of her told her that there might be a mysterious figure with a hidden weapon twice as powerful as her senior brother!
Seeing An Qingyue's frustrated look, Zhang Wuxin said strangely: "What's wrong with you? The person who did it was about the same skill as you. He probably fired the flying needle within ten steps, and he missed the target."
An Qingyue was stunned: "What do you mean? How do you know?"
"This person carried out the assassination, and it was obvious that he wanted to silence him, but to silence him, he had to shoot the Fengfu point on the back of the head, and the person would die immediately.
But the injection was a little off, hitting between the Fengfu point and the Yamen point, so she could continue running for a while after receiving the injection.
The steel needle is different from other hidden weapons. If it is a flying knife, it usually rolls several times and hits the target with the tip of the knife in front. However, the weight of the steel needle is too light. If it rolls, it is difficult to accurately calculate the number of rolls.
Therefore, the flying needle does not roll when it is shot, so it must be thrown high. The farther the shot is, the higher the needle tip must be thrown when the needle is released, and then it will fall diagonally like a bow and arrow on the battlefield, so that the needle tip can hit the target.
Therefore, by looking at the angle at which the needle tip penetrates the skin, you can infer the height and distance of the shot. Junior sister, you are not good at concealed weapons and don't pay much attention to these details. "
An Qingyue's face turned red, but she didn't feel embarrassed at all. The martial arts theory is not as good as yours, Zhang Wuxin, so there is nothing to be ashamed of.
Xiao Feng nodded secretly, thinking that Zhang Wuxin was really obsessed with martial arts. Although Yu Dayou's kung fu is extremely high, he does not necessarily have such attainments in the subtleties of these martial arts. Zhang Wuxin can be called the first contemporary martial arts theorist.
The level of martial arts theory and the level of actual combat are two systems, which are not absolutely unified. For example, Wang Yuyan in Jin Yong's novel is an extreme example. The first in martial arts theory is unable to restrain a chicken.
Zhang Wuxin is certainly not this type. He is a typical example of someone who grasps both theory and practice, and is strong in both.
Wu Zuo looked at An Qingyue and hesitated to speak. Apparently he had other discoveries. An Qingyue nodded at him, and he came over to report in a low voice. Naturally, Xiao Feng beside her was also regarded as the target of the report. .
"An arrester, Mr. Xiao, there is a word embroidered with colorful thread on the inside of the collar of this woman's coat."
An Qingyue's big eyes suddenly widened even more, and she was very surprised. 33
"That would be much easier to handle. Those wealthy families like to do this. I was just thinking about this? Whose family is it? What is the word?"
Seeing that Xiao Feng was a little confused, An Qingyue explained: "For large families in Beijing, the clothes of servants are often custom-made in batches. Some houses will also embroider the name of the house on the collars and cuffs, firstly to show their identity, and secondly. It’s also not easy to lose clothes.”
Xiao Feng said oh, that really saves a lot of things. There is no need for Shuntian Mansion to go from house to house to ask who has lost a servant disguised as a man.
Wu Zuo hesitated at this time, and An Qingyue became impatient: "Why are you so ink today?"
"...It's a word 'strict'."
Um? An Qingyue's head suddenly got big. Her first reaction was to look at Xiao Feng, who was also stunned and took a long time to speak.
"No matter what, if someone dies in front of my house, I have to report it to the official. Let Tianfu take care of this matter."
Guo Jun's head was bigger than An Qingyue's, and he deeply felt that Shuntian Mansion was going to have a bad time. At the end of last year, the case of the female corpse in the dry well caused a dispute between the two kings. Guo Jun managed to get away smoothly by moving around.
As a result, just after the New Year, there was another murder case of a woman dressed as a man. It was suspected that someone from the Yan family died in front of Xiao Feng's house. Oh my god, are you playing with me on purpose?
Although Xiao Feng and the Yan family are not as sensitive as the two princes, everyone knows the hatred between the two families. He had just narrowly escaped from the two princes, and in the blink of an eye he was caught between these enemies again!
Guo Jun couldn't ignore his big head. As usual, someone was sent to Yan's Mansion to ask if any of the servants were missing, and they were reminded that it was a woman disguised as a man. Don't just stare at the servant, he might have another identity.
The interrogating police officer came back quickly and said that Yan's family denied that any slaves were missing, and that no women were missing. This matter had absolutely nothing to do with Yan's family.
Guo Jun was extremely depressed, and the direction of this matter was becoming more and more like last time. Last time he cleverly passed the blame to Xiao Feng, but this time...
Yes, this time I can pass the blame to Xiao Feng! There is obviously something wrong with this matter. Xiao Feng has a grudge against the Yan family. Giving Xiao Feng a chance to take revenge would not only allow him to rely on flexible movement to avoid danger again, but Xiao Feng would also have to accept a favor from him!
Thinking of this, Guo Jun suddenly became energetic, wrapped a white cloth around his head, then turned over and fell on the bed, leaving the servants next to him stunned.
It's still very early. Is Master about to go to bed?
"Go and ask Chief An to come and tell me that I'm sick!"
An Qingyue stood in front of Guo Jun's window speechlessly, watching the little old man grunting, as if he was about to drive away to the west.
"Sir, it's boring to keep doing this. If this is a case, if you get sick once, you might make the lie come true! My father often said that burning incense will attract ghosts, sir, you have to be careful."
Guo Jun groaned and criticized An Qingyue: "Presumptuous, is this your attitude when talking to elders? How does Lao An usually teach you!
Stop talking nonsense. I have already submitted my complaint and recommended Xiao Feng to hear the case.
I have called you here to tell you that this case is likely to be mixed with the personal feud between his two families. You stay away and don't get involved stupidly! "
An Qingyue was actually quite touched by her concern for Guo Jun, but she still curled her lips.
"Come on, sir, you can pretend to be sick and hide, how can I hide? I also pretend to be sick and push that idiot Tanaka Minoru up?
If he gets involved between Xiao Feng and Yan Shifan, both of whom are more thoughtful than him when they sleep, isn't he looking for death? "
Guo Jun had an idea: "Isn't Zhang Wuxin in the capital? How about I help you find a matchmaker and let your father snatch him away and make him your son-in-law? It's the end of the world. No one can force the bride to come out to investigate the case! "
An Qingyue knew clearly that Guo Jun was teasing her, but she actually thought about it seriously for two seconds before sighing and turning around to leave.
At this time, Jiajing was looking at Guo Jun's memorial and frowning. The rare thing this time was not sent by Yan Song, but by Xu Jie.
The reason is very simple. The case involves the Yan Mansion. Even if Yan Song is the chief assistant, he will inevitably have to make a gesture to avoid suspicion.
"Guo Jun, this old cunning guy, is so shameless! He gets sick when he encounters big cases. I should send an imperial doctor to check on him!"
Some people died, but not completely...
