Liu Jinghong took a few breaths, calmed down, and continued to shout loudly: "Go drink flower wine, it's time to come back now!!"
He Denglu muttered softly: "It's not a good idea to have a hangover."
Liu Jinghong narrowed his eyes and shouted: "What did you say!!"
He Denglou trembled for a moment, and before he could speak, he saw a dark shadow slanting across the door of the mansion. As if he was about to receive amnesty, he quickly shouted: "Oh, Yao Junjun is back."
Liu Jinghong turned around and saw that the one standing sleepy-eyed was Yao Yao. He breathed a sigh of relief, but still had a sullen face. He nodded at Yao Yao's forehead like he was scolding his nephew for failing to live up to expectations. Said: "You still know how to come back!!"
Yao Yao hehey accompanied the smiling face, bowed, took out a fate box from his sleeve, and handed it to Liu Jinghong with both hands: "Master Fu Yin, this is my humble duty to honor you."
Liu Jinghong lowered his head and saw that the writing on the box was in the Western Regions script. He took it and opened it and looked at it. Inside was a pen with a cold edge. He didn't know what material it was made of. He looked relaxed and reprimanded: " I’m sending you something like this!”
Yao Yao's mouth was very sweet and he smiled and said: "Sir, look at what you said, you haven't seen any good things. Isn't this the intention of humble duty?"
Liu Jinghong was angry and funny. He patted Yao Yao's bun and softened his tone: "Okay, I hope you get back safely. I'll ask He Denglou to talk to you in detail about the case." His face straightened. , with a serious and dignified expression: "Ah Yao, this case is not careless. Song Ying has gone to the Concubine Xian to file a complaint."
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows and muttered: "If you can't take care of your own son, he is quite good at suing him."
"Don't talk nonsense." Liu Jinghong reprimanded in a low voice: "It's okay to talk about this in the government office, but don't say it outside."
Yao Yao exclaimed loudly, pretending to look fiercely at He Denglou and the others: "Master Fuyin, please go ahead and rest, I'll take care of these people, it's shameless to play leaf cards at noon. , look at how angry Mr. Fu Yin is."
Liu Jinghong chuckled and said, "Okay, you guys should investigate the case carefully. I'll take care of it if you have anything to do."
After watching Liu Jinghong leave, the people in the small room dispersed in a hurry, leaving only He Denglu, carefully looking at Yao Yao's face.
Yao Yao smiled brightly and said: "Is the leaf card fun?"
"..."
"Did Song Huaide die tragically?"
"..."
"Is the case closed?"
"...No, no." He Denglu whispered.
"Then, let's continue playing leaf cards." Yao Yao smiled, without any intention of getting angry.
"No, no." He Denglu was frightened. This kind of boss Yao was the most terrifying. The angry boss Yao who didn't scold was scarier than a ghost. She was smiling, and her face was full of smiles that concealed the sword, the sword, the Buddha's mouth, and the snake's heart.
He shuddered hard and smiled shyly: "Boss Yao, I'm going to get you the file."
"Hurry up and go." Yao Yao pretended to kick He Denglu's butt, but in a flash, he ran away without a trace.
Yao Yao then sat down, took the boiling water, brewed a cup of big leaf tea, blew on the foam, and took a sip. It was bitter and astringent, not as good as the fragrant tea from a wealthy family, but the taste was It feels so familiar, it feels like home.
She shrank back, squinting her eyes in a leisurely and enjoyable manner. The piles of documents and files on the desk just blocked her face. The bright sunlight slanted into the room, and the thin light dust slowly disappeared in the light.
When Han Changmu walked in, he saw Yao Yao taking a nap with his eyes closed, holding a cup of tea that was still warm.
He was stunned for a moment and said nothing. He turned his head and winked at Liu Jinghong without letting him make a sound, and walked into the mansion at a tight pace.
As soon as he took a step forward, Yao Yao's voice suddenly sounded in the small room: "Does Mr. Han have any official duties?"
Han Changmu staggered, and when he looked up, he saw Yao Yao lying on the desk, with a pair of bright apricot eyes, as if there were twinkling stars in the sky, looking at him with a smile but not a smile.
He coughed slightly and nodded seriously: "Yes, I am here to review the files on Song Huaide's case."
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment, and saw He Dengglou walking over with the file in his arms. He narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It's a coincidence that Mr. Han is here. I just asked He Dengglou to go to the file. If Mr. Han doesn't mind, just read it here. ."
Liu Jinghong laughed and said, "Yao Canjun, this is the will of the saint. This case has been officially handed over to the Department of Internal Security."
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment, nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, He Denglou, please hand over all the files to Mr. Han."
Han Changmu was completely stunned. He still remembered that when he came to hand over the files in Yang Yinghua's case, Yao Yao tried to stop him in every possible way and was reluctant. He was so enthusiastic and completely different from the current matter that had nothing to do with him.
He blinked his eyes, and suddenly said politely and calmly: "Mr. Liu, this case was originally handled by Captain He. I would like to ask you to borrow the apartment and look through the files, so that I can ask Captain He to answer my questions. "
Liu Jinghong was eager to throw this hot potato away. Seeing that Han Changmu had taken over this difficult case again, and Yao Yao, the thorny boy, did not fight for the first time, he nodded happily: "Of course, Han Sir, please feel free to do so."
Han Changmu nodded and thanked him.
Liu Jinghong winked at Yao Yao and said with something in his words: "Yao Yao, He Denglou, you two will assist Mr. Han in handing over the files. You must be careful and don't miss anything."
Yao Yao and He climbed up the building and saluted in unison.
Han Changmu sat down calmly, flipping through the files, listening to He Dengglou's explanation, and confidently ordered Yao Yao to make tea.
Yao Yao cursed a few words secretly, made tea, sat down on the side, spread out the paper and grinded the ink, when he went upstairs to talk about Song Huaide's body.
"At the moment when the crime occurred, the place where Song Huaide's body was found was under the wintersweet tree in the front yard of Fenghe Garden in Pingkangfang. He was lying on the ground, his head facing the gate of Fenghe Garden, his feet pointing towards the flower building, and there was a hole in his chest. There was a stab wound, but there were no other external injuries, and there was no sign of struggle or defense. There was very little blood on the scene. A rough examination showed that the stab wound was not fatal, but Song Huaide showed excessive blood loss. There was no dragging at the scene. There are traces of movement, and the time of death is similar to the time when the body was found, but the cause of death is unknown and further autopsy is needed."
Han Changmu flipped through the dossier page by page, reading it very carefully. Coupled with He Denglu's clear description, he already had a general understanding of Song Huaide's situation, so he asked: "There is no autopsy record in the dossier. Hasn’t there been an autopsy yet?”
He Denglu nodded dejectedly: "Yes, Minister Song took Song Huaide's body back and buried it."
When Han Changmu heard this, he had no intention of blaming He Denglou. After all, Song Ying was the minister of the Ministry of Rites and held a third-level official position. If he did not have the status of Prince Han, he would have to bow politely to Song Ying when he saw her. , let alone He Dengglou, a dishonest head catcher. Song Ying wanted to take away Song Huaide's body, and He Dengglou couldn't stop him at all.
After talking for a long time, Han Changmu realized that Yao Yao had not said anything. He turned around and saw that on the piece of paper spread on the desk, she had already drawn a picture of the scene at the time of the crime. She was holding the pen in her mouth, puffing out her cheeks and looking at The picture was silent.
He was stunned for a moment, smiled, and asked lightly: "Yao joined the army, what did you see?"
When he was on errands, Yao Yao seemed to be a different person. All personal grudges were forgotten, his eyes were filled with bright little stars, and his mind was filled only with the case.
She held the pen between two fingers, looked down at the scene picture and said thoughtfully: "He was stabbed in the chest, and he was unprepared. He didn't struggle after being stabbed, and the wound was not fatal. Could it be that he didn't feel pain after being stabbed?" Or maybe he knew from the beginning that someone was going to kill him, and he was willingly killed?"
Han Changmu was silent and attentive. He flipped through the file again and asked in a deep voice, "Why is there no record of the shape of the knife wound in the file?"
He Denglou was almost dead with grievance. He frowned and said, "Wu Zuo just took a rough look at it. Before he could take a closer look, someone from the Song family came and took away the body with a vicious look. Not to mention the stab wound." The shape has changed, and I haven’t even had time to examine the depth of the knife edge carefully.”
Yao Yao listened and sighed sadly. When encountering such an unreasonable sufferer, even if the detective Di Renjie is reincarnated, he can only ask Yuan Fang, what do you think?
In addition to the condition of the body, this file also records the situation at the time of the crime. It was just after midnight, and Fenghe Garden was bustling with people. There were people coming and going in the front yard and the flower building, but there was something strange. However, no one saw when Song Huaide went to the front yard, who he met or how he committed the crime, and no one heard any quarreling or screaming.
Han Changmu clicked on the file and whispered in a deep voice: "Maybe someone saw it and lied out of some taboo."
He Dengglou nodded repeatedly: "What Mr. Han said is absolutely true. I also thought of this. At that time, I separated all the people in Fenghe Garden at the time of the crime and interrogated them one by one. The descriptions given at the time are surprisingly consistent, and I know nothing about them. I can confirm that there is no chance for them to collude in confession."
Han Changmu rubbed his brows and said in a deep voice: "Although everyone's descriptions are the same, it cannot be ruled out that someone is lying, or that the person who really saw the crime scene, before the people from Jingzhao Mansion arrived, He has already left Fenghe Garden."
Yao Yao's eyes lit up, and he said thoughtfully: "There was a curfew at that time, and the gate of Pingkangfang was closed. I could only walk around in Pingkangfang. There were no ordinary people in Pingkangfang, they were all Qinlou. Chu Guan, Mr. Han, I am afraid that I want to check several brothels around Fenghe Garden to see who has left around this time, or has just entered around this time."
