Zhao Feng was more direct, pointing to the marks on the bed frame where the rope had been pulled.
"I wonder what was left behind?"
Zheng Bo raised his eyebrows.
"I just tied a rope here to prevent me from falling at night. Is there any problem?"
Zhao Feng chuckled and suddenly pulled out a gleaming dagger from his boot.
Seeing the dagger in Zhao Feng's hand, Zheng Xiong and Zheng Bo both took a breath.
Seeing Zhao Feng approaching step by step with a dagger, Zheng Bo was immediately frightened and hid behind Zheng Xiong. Zheng Xiong also pointed at Zhao Feng and shouted inwardly.
"What are you going to do?"
Zhao Feng smiled slightly, squatted down, and used a dagger to pry open a floor tile.
The floor tiles in the Hou Mansion are made of ground bluestones. These bluestones are very smooth and each piece is very heavy.
Zhao Feng used the dagger as a crowbar and lifted up a piece of bluestone.
The dagger in his hand is made of hard steel. It can be said to be as sharp as clay, so there is no need to worry about breaking.
Seeing Zhao Feng prying up the bluestone, Zhou Rui immediately came over to check.
I saw some soil with obviously different colors under the bluestone, and the soil appeared black.
"Then I wonder what this is?"
Zhou Rui picked up a little dirt with his hand and smelled it in front of his nose, frowning instantly.
"This soil is all stained with blood!"
"I didn't expect that the young Marquis would live in this house full of blood. I really don't know who died here or what was done."
Zheng Bo gritted his teeth and argued forcefully.
"Can't I kill chickens in my house?"
"It's just some blood, not human blood!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Feng stood up and said in a conspiratorial tone.
"It's best not. I heard that human blood can attract ghosts!"
"Especially the souls of those who died unjustly, especially the souls of women, who might be the ones to seek their lives from their enemies at some point!"
Zheng Bo was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and the fat on his body trembled.
Although the son is silent and the strange power confuses the gods, many people among the people believe in these things.
Zhao Feng checked other places, even the corners.
However, no more useful clues were found, so Zhao Feng directly sealed the house and asked the people from Dali Temple to move all the evidence back.
When Zheng Xiong saw this scene, he didn't say anything, but looked at Zhao Feng with a cold face.
"Master Zhao, do you really want to break up with us?"
Zhao Feng smiled, shook his head, and said to Zheng Xiong.
"No wonder, Lord Marquis, we are just trying to fulfill His Majesty's will."
"This has nothing to do with individuals."
Zheng Xiong's expression became very cold at this time, and two cold lights flashed in his eyes.
"Okay, then I hope Mr. Zhao can always enforce the law impartially!"
Zhao Feng didn't speak any more, turned to look at Zhou Rui, and both of them smiled bitterly.
After walking out of the Hou Mansion, Zhou Rui couldn't help but say to Zhao Feng.
"Aren't the two of us a little too anxious when we came here today? Not only did we not find any solid evidence, but we also alerted the enemy!"
Zhao Feng shook his head and turned to look in the direction of the Hou Mansion.
"Don't worry, if we don't come today, they will destroy the evidence soon, and they won't even be able to get the evidence by then."
Zhou Rui sighed softly, but what if the two of them could prove that Zheng Bo was the murderer?
The difficulty in this matter does not lie in this matter, but in the identities of Zheng Xiong and Zheng Bo.
Even if they can confirm this, the previous difficulties still cannot be circumvented.
Zhao Feng frowned and thought. Originally, he just wanted to use this matter to delay for a while, but now he really wants to find out the truth of this matter and restore the innocence of the deceased.
The two made an appointment to go to Dali Temple in the afternoon to discuss what to do, and Zhao Feng went home directly.
On the way home, Zhao Feng kept thinking about how to do this. After thinking about it, only public opinion could help.
So after Zhao Feng returned home, he directly called people from the newspaper and asked them to write a report to follow up on the incident.
Newspapers now have a very wide audience. If this case can be published in newspapers, it will definitely attract the attention of many people.
At this time, in Zheng Xiong's palace, Zheng Xiong was teaching Zheng Bo very dissatisfiedly.
"Tell me, you can't get any woman you want, but you want to play with a businessman's daughter?"
"As a result, you have toyed with people to death, and you still have to ask me to wipe your ass!"
Zheng Bo seemed a little indifferent.
"What are you afraid of? The eldest prince cannot protect himself. Many people in the court are asking for him to be crowned king."
"As for Zhao Feng, there is no need to worry, because many officials are already dissatisfied with him regarding the New Deal!"
Hearing this, Zheng Xiong shook his head.
"Then do you know why his new policy can still be continued despite so many people's opposition?"
"It's because His Majesty has great trust in him now, and this matter may not be as simple as we think."
Zheng Xiong thought for a while and said with narrowed eyes.
"Okay, you don't have to worry about this matter. I will handle it for you personally."
Zheng Bo shrugged indifferently, stood up and went out to drink.
Soon, the newspaper published an article about this case. Although it did not directly say that the woman died in the Hou Mansion, it did collect all the gossip in the capital. It was precisely because of these The gossip is very down-to-earth, so it arouses widespread discussion among the people.
It was also the first time that people realized how much power this newspaper could exert on certain public opinions.
Zheng Xiong did not hesitate. Since Zhao Feng had already taken action, he also took action directly.
He directly contacted some other family newspapers. Although these newspapers were almost unable to survive under the squeeze of Zhao Feng's newspaper, at least one or two were still strong.
He found someone to write an article saying that the dead woman was actually a singer and had been in the brothel. This directly made many people sneer at this matter.
If it was just an ordinary commoner who died, they might feel the same way, but if it was a prostitute who died, they would just think it was normal.
After Zhao Feng saw these two articles, he immediately frowned.
"Haha, the more you refute, the greater your suspicion will be!"
Just as Zhao Feng was thinking this, the disciple suddenly came over to report.
"Sir, Shuntian Fuyin is here!"
Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment, and quickly invited Shuntian Fu Yin in personally.
