There was a sudden silence in the official hall, and everyone in the room seemed to be grabbed by the neck at the same time.
The hall had changed its appearance and was in a mess. The small Hu beds were piled on the desks, and the places where the Hu beds were originally placed were covered with thin mattresses.
After being picked up to move in the middle of the night, the officials were not very energetic. They looked tired, their clothes were disheveled, and they couldn't care less about losing face. They stood crookedly and saluted.
Jiang Shen's back was straight and his clothes were neatly arranged. He was quite surprised by the laziness of these people and frowned.
Han Changmu and Yao Yao didn't care so much. They looked at each other when they entered the door. After entering the official hall, one of them looked to the left and the other to the right, looking at these people carefully.
Everyone knew that Jiang Shen had just been attacked and was injured, but he could still be so calm and tidy, showing no signs of depression after being injured. They all felt guilty and hurriedly lowered their heads to straighten their clothes.
After a rustling sound, everyone's hair was still askew and messy, but fortunately their clothes were neatly arranged.
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows, glanced over, raised his eyebrows slightly, without looking back, lowered his voice and said to Yao Yao: "Look, you are wrong, not many people have accessories on their belts."
Yao Yao curled his lips and said disdainfully: "They are almost too lazy to wear clothes, so why bother wearing belts?"
Han Changmu smiled and said helplessly: "You."
Although he smiled helplessly, he had to admit that Yao Yao was telling the truth.
Except for the day they entered the curtain, these officials wore official uniforms. In the tribute courtyard, they usually wore darker-colored regular clothes, and they would not wear belts with too complicated patterns. At most, they would tie a belt of the same color around their waists. Sweat towel.
In the Gongyuan, the only ones who wear official uniforms and look well-groomed every day are the Beiya Imperial Guards.
Thinking of this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Yao Yao said vaguely: "From what you see, what do you think of the belt of the Beiya Forbidden Army?"
Yao Yao tilted his head, thinking about things, his eyes still looking over the people in the hall, and whispered: "The bruise is as big as a fist, but the Imperial Army's belt is only inlaid with a piece of jade three fingers wide. It’s unlikely to cause such a big bruise.”
Han Changmu frowned and was about to speak when he heard Jiang Shen's lecturing voice.
He calmed down and thought about things while listening to Jiang Shen's solemn ramble.
He glanced over and saw that everyone in the hall came in a hurry. They only brought what they needed with them, and most of their belongings were left in the room.
His eyes flashed and he heard Jiang Shen say coldly: "Okay, you all will stay in the official hall for the next few days until the Internal Security Department investigates the matter."
Everyone said yes without daring to say anything.
After leaving the official hall, Jiang Shen looked deeply at Han Changmu. The energy and spirit that he had just maintained suddenly disappeared, and he sighed: "Jiuchao, you must get to the bottom of this matter, otherwise, this pavilion will I can’t explain it to a saint.”
Han Changmu stood up and saluted steadily: "I will definitely live up to the great trust of the elder."
The second floor of Mingyuan Building was already empty. Only Meng Suigui led a few internal guards to search every room.
Seeing Han Changmu approaching, Meng Suige hurriedly stepped forward to greet him and saluted: "My lord."
Han Changmu nodded and said coldly: "Instruct the inner guards to search the belt. If the belt
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Bring those with ornaments in the middle and show them to me. "
Meng Suige was stunned for a moment, and without asking any further questions, he hurried over to make arrangements.
Han Changmu randomly picked up a room for two and sat there to rest and drink tea, waiting for the search results of Meng Suige and others.
He took a sip of tea, raised his eyes to look at Yao Yao, froze thoughtfully, and suddenly said: "The dead Li Cheng was about five feet and one inch tall, and the bruises were less than half of his waist." In addition, the murderer must be taller than the deceased if he can strangle people with his arms."
Yao Yao gestured at her height. Five feet and one inch was equivalent to about 1.7 meters in her previous life. The murderer must be taller than the deceased. The murderer's waist was half an inch above the waist of the deceased. The murderer's height was at least five feet four inches. about.
She raised her eyes and glanced at Han Changmu, and said with a half-smile, "What a coincidence, I think the murderer is about the same height as an adult." Her eyes moved down and landed on Han Changmu's waist, which was tied with a belt. At first glance, it looks ordinary and inconspicuous, but upon closer inspection, you can see that the fine stitches are embroidered with dark cloud patterns, and a fist-sized jade pendant with cloud patterns is embedded in the middle, which is of excellent quality.
Her eyes flashed, and she smiled narrowly and said, "I think this belt is quite suitable."
When Han Changmu heard this, he lowered his head and looked at himself, and suddenly laughed out loud. The laughter was brisk, sweeping away the sadness of the past few days.
After chatting for a few words, Meng Suigai and two inner guards entered the door holding a bunch of belts.
Han Changmu rarely pays attention to other people's clothes on weekdays. This time he took a closer look and found that, as Yao Yao said, the house was filled with gold and jade.
He glanced at Yao Yao with a thoughtful smile, a narrow smile.
Yao Yao curled his lips and smiled: "Sir, what's going on? Are you blinded by the light?"
Han Changmu pursed his lips, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
Meng Suige and the two inner guards placed the belts neatly on the ground, a dazzling array of items.
Han Changmu walked over slowly and looked at each other intently.
I don’t know whether it’s because the owners of these belts are not of high grade, or because the civil servants are not ostentatious and extravagant. Although these belts are inlaid with ornaments, they are mostly made of exquisite materials and exquisite carvings, but their shapes are exquisite and small, which is not only unattractive. Pay attention, and it won't leave a fist-sized bruise on the person's body.
His face couldn't help but look a little ugly.
It's not the Forbidden Army, it's not Mingyuan Tower, is it really necessary to check the scholars one by one?
He tapped his fingers on the desk, his eyes glide over the dazzling array of belts like water.
At the same time, there was a soft whine in the room. Yao Yao reached out and picked up one of the belts, pointed to the middle of the belt, and said in confusion: "Sir, can you see if this is a flaw or something?"
Han Changmu leaned over and his face darkened.
The two-inch wide indigo base fabric is embroidered with continuous landscape patterns with gold thread, and even the jade button in the middle is carved into an auspicious cloud pattern.
This belt is new, the stitching and base fabric are brand new, and there are no signs of cleaning or ironing.
The jade buckle is huge and looks to be of excellent quality, but there is a depression in the middle of the auspicious cloud pattern, as if something is missing. It looks bare and weird.
This depression is exactly half the size of a palm.
Han Changmu rubbed the jade buckle and said thoughtfully in a low voice: "Whose belt is this?"
Meng Sui took a step forward and said: "I found it in the room of Jiazi. I went in with a humble job."
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At this time, the belt was thrown to the ground. "
Han Changmu's face turned cold. Room Jiazi was a four-person room with four people living in it. There was a belt thrown on the ground, and it was indeed unclear who it belonged to.
He glanced up and down at Meng Suigai, and suddenly laughed out loud: "Tie your belt and go to the official hall for a walk."
Meng Suige was stunned for a moment, then understood in an instant. He untied the sweat towel around his waist very neatly and tied the missing belt around his waist.
He is a bodyguard, and he always dresses simply and conveniently. He doesn't wear any accessories, and he even wears a sweat towel around his waist. Anything made of gold or jade is not as useful as cloth.
After all, the gold and jade ones are too heavy, which affects his speed and height when flying around.
It was the first time for him to wear such a luxurious belt, and he felt a little uncomfortable. Even his walking steps became unnatural.
Yao Yao watched from the side and smiled: "Mr. Meng Qi, move your left leg first."
Meng Suige's face suddenly turned red, he glared at Yao Yao and said angrily: "I know!"
Yao Yao was immediately overjoyed and laughed so hard.
Han Changmu also curled his lips and smiled.
After a moment of silence, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded outside. Two guards pushed the door open and entered, saluting in unison.
One of the guards placed a half-foot-long wooden box on the desk, bowed and said, "Sir, this box contains candles with luminous stone powder added."
The half-foot-long ebony box had no carvings or even paint on it. The box seemed to be old, with some cracks and small cracks on it.
The entire ebony box looks rough in workmanship, but the lotus-shaped copper buckle on the box is a bit ingenious.
Han Changmu nodded and opened the box expressionlessly.
There were three thumb-thick white candles placed in the box. At first glance, they were no different from ordinary candles. However, when you put your hand over the box to block the light in the room, some light was faintly revealed in the white candles.
Yao Yao said: "Sir, it is indeed the candle of Pingkangfang."
Han Changmu closed the box hard, and with a snap, the two inner guards trembled. He glanced at them and asked quietly: "Where did you find it?"
One of the guards whispered: "It's at the end of the corridor, under the long case."
Han Changmu sneered. Was it because it was too late to destroy these things, so he found a place to throw them away casually, hoping to confuse the public?
He moved the lotus copper buckle as if unintentionally, making a soft snapping sound.
After a moment of silence, he quietly ordered: "Turn off the lights in all the rooms on the second floor and search them one by one."
The two inner guards looked serious and should have claimed it.
They naturally knew what they were searching for. Pingkangfang's candles would definitely leave traces after use, but it was just not easy to detect.
Han Changmu turned to Yao Yao and asked, "What do you think?"
Yao Yao frowned slightly: "There is something missing from the belt, and it was thrown on the ground casually. The candle in question is placed under the long table in the corridor. No matter how you look at it, these things are not something that a thoughtful person can do. "
Han Changmu suddenly smiled: "The murderer's killing methods are very meticulous, and no flaws have been revealed so far, but such a big flaw happened in Mingyuan Building. This is really not like his method."
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