"You are in jail, so what can she do if she doesn't give in?" Han Changmu is an expert at uncovering people's scars, and can often stab the most painful places.
Zhang Yan was suddenly discouraged. Yes, if you ask who in this world has the ability to ask the Internal Security Bureau to do things, besides the saint, it is the King of Han.
He was useless, he was the one who harmed Zhang Di! It harmed Zhang Di for the rest of her life.
He slowly squatted on the ground, covered his face tightly with both hands, and held the sobbing sound tightly in his mouth, turning into a grief-stricken whimper. Tears overflowed from between his fingers and dripped on the ground. on the ground.
Han Changmu sighed again. He felt that he was so unlucky today and wished he could sigh all his life. He lowered his head and looked at Zhang Yan and said lightly: "If you feel sorry for Zhang Di, just live well and live well. What she did today will not be in vain."
With that said, he stepped out of the threshold, but unexpectedly, someone grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.
He turned his head in surprise and saw Zhang Yan's face was full of tears and his eyes were red.
Zhang Yan bit his back molars fiercely, and endless cold pain overflowed from between his teeth: "Is there any way to change this matter?"
Han Changmu was stunned for a moment. He didn't know that according to common sense, getting the genealogy of Zongzheng Temple was a done deal. There was no turning back. However, nothing was absolute. Xie Mengxia couldn't act according to common sense, and he didn't want to be thorough. After cutting off Zhang Yan's thoughts, he nodded: "His Highness has something to say. Now we are just deciding on a name. When this matter is over, if Zhang Di wants to leave the house, he will never stop her."
Zhang Yan's high-spirited heart suddenly fell to reality. He suddenly knelt on the ground and silently kowtowed in the direction of Han Changmu and the Han Palace.
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows, hugged the file and walked out, and the door was immediately closed tightly.
Zhang Yan slumped to the ground, tears rolling down his face, cold to the bone, and a cold pain in his heart.
Han Changmu's cold instructions came from outside the door: "Keep an eye on this room. Without my order, no one is allowed to approach, no interrogation is allowed, and no news is passed on."
Meng Suige and two internal guards claimed it was.
Zhang Yan sat on the ground with a numb expression. He was also behind bars. Although it was much better this time than in Wannian County, he completely lost the calmness he had in Wannian County Prison.
All of this now, the so-called turning point in things, were all obtained by Zhang Di through her marriage. He owed her a lot, and he would never be able to repay it in his lifetime.
Regardless of the outcome of this matter, this shame and guilty conscience will accompany him throughout his life.
Han Changmu naturally knew that Zhang Yan felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't care about it. There were far more important things in this world than sympathy for others.
As he walked along, he told He Zhenfu: "Go and find out where Xia Yuanji's young man is. If you want to see someone alive, you will see a corpse."
Seeing Han Changmu bring Zhang Yan back with all his beard and tail, He Zhenfu was already convinced. He hurriedly said yes and walked away quickly.
Han Changmu turned around and asked Meng Suigai again: "Has Xia Yuanji's body been sent to the room for examination?"
Meng Suige nodded, thinking about the scene where he had just seen the corpses piled up in the inspection room, he felt shuddering, and touched his cold arm: "Send it over, Sun Wuzuo said that he had finished examining the last body of Qiu Zhai. As for the body, we will examine Xia Yuanji’s body.”
With that said, Meng Suige expressed deep sympathy for Sun Ying. He had been dealing with corpses all day and night. He even ate in front of the corpses. I really couldn't figure out how he ate.
Han Changmu handed the file to Meng Suige and said calmly: "Let's go and take a look."
"Ah! Oh," Meng Suigai said with bitterness in his mouth, and he gritted his teeth and chased after him.
He was actually not afraid of corpses. He had followed Han Changmu on the battlefield for many years and had seen a lot of dead people. However, this disemboweled corpse was really scary. He was afraid of having nightmares at night after seeing it too much.
As soon as he walked into the small courtyard that had never seen the sun all year round, a chill filled with the smell of blood hit his face, mixed with a faint smell of decay, which was really creepy.
More than fifty corpses covered with white cloth were piled neatly in the small courtyard, which looked very shocking.
Han Changmu was stunned for a moment, then walked into the inspection room and saw Sun Ying, her mouth and nose covered, leaning over to inspect Xia Yuanji's body. There were several shiny copper plates in his hands, with a lump of blood on them. A bloody mass.
When Sun Ying heard the footsteps, she raised her head and glanced at Han Changmu. She did not salute, but continued to conduct the autopsy on her own. She just said perfunctorily: "I have seen the Secretary."
Anyone who spent a day and night examining corpses without sleep, and even ate two meals in front of a room full of corpses, still had a temper and mood that was not much better. He was already well-behaved if he didn't curse on the spot.
Of course, Sun Ying was not very nurturing. She knew that an egg could not touch a stone, so she could only endure it.
Han Changmu didn't care about Sun Ying's bad attitude. He walked closer, picked up the blood-stained test booklet and asked, "How's it going?"
Sun Ying did not answer, but instead complained: "Sir, when will Yao Canjun's injury heal? I don't have anyone here who can take advantage of me to record the condition. I'm really busy."
Hearing this, Han Changmu's eyebrows jumped. He was worrying about Yao Yao's future errands. Sun Ying's words suddenly reminded him that this errand was coming soon.
As the Korean Medical Order said, Yao Yao's injury will take several years to recover completely, so it would be better to let her stay in the Department of Internal Health and do an autopsy with Sun Ying. There is no danger or hard work, and she is still under his care. Convenient care right under your nose, you get the best of both worlds.
As for Yao Yao's refusal to agree to this matter, that was not within his scope of consideration.
He thought like this, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this arrangement was perfect, and he smiled slightly: "In the evening, I will go to see her injury. After she has recovered, I will ask her to come over to you." After recording the evidence, Quan should rest and recuperate."
Meng Suigai blinked narrowly and said that the eldest son of his family was interested in Yao Canjun. When had his eldest son ever been so gentle and thoughtful about someone?
The eldest son of his family is the most afraid of trouble. If he wants to put things aside, his eldest son will dismiss such trivial matters with just "go away".
Sun Ying also looked at Meng Suigai narrowly, and said with a smile: "Yes, the arrangement is very good."
Han Changmu turned a blind eye to Meng Suige and Sun Ying's winking, pointed at Xia Yuanji's body and asked, "How was the examination?"
Sun Ying hurriedly said: "Sir, the time of death of this person was between the beginning of Youchu and the beginning of Xu. The cause of death was that he was stabbed three inches into the lower abdomen with a knife and died of excessive blood loss." He picked up the short blade next to him and gestured. Take a look: "The depth of the wound is exactly the length of the short blade. I have compared it. The shape and length of the wound are consistent with the short blade."
Han Changmu nodded and killed with one strike. The sword was precise and neat, and the blade penetrated the fatal point without any bias. This was not something that Zhang Yan, a weak scholar with no strength, could do.
When Sun Ying saw Han Changmu nodding, she continued: "The deceased drank wine and ate several good dishes before he died. These things were not digested when he died."
"Sir, please take a look." As she said that, Sun Ying pointed out a few lines of words on the test booklet to Han Changmu.
Crab roe biluo, butter cherry, Gulouzi, wine, Shengpingzhi.
Han Changmu was stunned. These five kinds of food were not something that a poor scholar who rented a house in Zhaoguofang could afford.
He rubbed the booklet and said, "Is it used in the Annan County Prince's Mansion?"
Sun Ying shook her head: "I have experienced my humble duty. Xia Yuanji almost finished eating these meals. Some of the meals were killed before he could even swallow them. Zhaoguofang is far away from Annan County Prince's Mansion. If he ate at Annan County Prince's Mansion, After finishing these meals, he returned to Zhaoguofang and was killed, and then there would be a problem with the meals that he had not yet had time to swallow."
Han Changmu carefully recalled the records in the file, and found that there was no content related to eating. He didn't know if they were all eaten by Xia Yuanji, or if they were taken away by someone with intentions.
Meng Suigai suddenly had a bold idea and asked: "Then, could it be that he was killed just after eating these things at the Prince's Mansion in Annan County, and then was sent back to Zhaoguofang?" ?”
Sun Ying did not delve into the boldness of Meng Sui's words. She shook her head and said: "Impossible, there are no traces of being moved after his death on his body. I can be sure that the room in Zhaoguofang, That’s where the crime happened.”
Han Changmu still trusts Sun Ying's judgment. Even though he has doubts about the Annan County Prince's Palace, without evidence, he will never casually blame other people's lives for their crimes.
He tapped the desk with his finger and said attentively: "Has the autopsy on the body brought back from Qiu's house been completed?"
Sun Ying hurriedly flipped through the trial booklet and said, "I have finished the trial. The time of death of these people was between Xu Zheng and Hai Shi."
Han Changmu nodded. It was indeed not too late at this time. Manager Qiu should indeed be on duty at the Qiu residence and his whereabouts should not be unknown.
He rubbed his fingers and asked, "Are there any other doubts?"
"The murder weapon is also different from what I deduced before." Sun Ying nodded quickly and handed a page of tissue paper that had been prepared to Han Changmu: "Beizhi deduced three types of murder weapons, and they have all been drawn, sir. Please look."
Han Changmu turned his head and looked up at the corpses scattered all over the yard. He took the drawings and already had doubts in his heart.
There were three types of weapons drawn on the paper, two of which were common styles on the market, a flying needle and a three-inch long dagger, which could be purchased at any iron weapons shop.
The last kind of weapon is particularly weird. The handle shows a slightly curved arc, and the three-inch-long blade is like an undulating wave. The entire blade is as thin as paper, so fragile that it seems to break at the slightest touch.
Such a weird murder weapon is truly unprecedented.
Meng Suige's eyes were opened. He pointed at this drawing, his eyes widened and he said in surprise: "This, is this a knife? Why does it look like this? Can it kill someone?"
When Han Changmu saw this picture, his expression changed slightly, and he asked quietly: "Aren't there only three kinds of wounds? One of them had his neck broken by someone's bare hands. In other words, there were only two murder weapons. Why did the third one appear now? Three murderous weapons? It's still the same." He looked at the pattern carefully and felt that the knife was indescribably weird. After another glance, he felt a chill coming out of his body: "It's still so weird."
Sun Ying was well prepared and said confidently: "Previously, I thought they were two murder weapons. But after careful autopsy, I found that there were twenty corpses with fatal injuries on their necks, and the wounds were very narrow. I originally thought that these twenty bodies They were all killed by the same murder weapon, but after the autopsy, it was found that 13 of the 20 people had wavy wounds that could not be caused by ordinary daggers, while the wounds on the remaining seven were neat and neat. It was caused by the most common short sword."
As he spoke, he walked out to the yard, lifted up the white cloth on one of the corpses, revealing the hideous and everted neck, and said solemnly: "Sir, please look, this wound looks neat at first glance, but with the use of After opening the tweezers and looking carefully, you can still see very obvious wavy undulations. I didn't dare to be careless. After re-analyzing all the wounds on the corpse, I drew a handful of them according to the condition of the wounds. The knife is a bit weird, but I can be sure that the knife and the wound will correspond to each other nine times out of ten."
Han Changmu held the bamboo tweezers, bent down, and carefully opened the wound on the corpse's neck. The originally dry wound was suddenly disturbed, and dirty dark red blood rushed out, gurgling and flowing, and it was dyed in an instant. White cloth. He was stunned. These people had been dead for so long, and the blood on the wounds should have dried up long ago. How could so much blood come out with just the slightest touch?
He looked up at Sun Ying in surprise. Sun Ying was already accustomed to this scene and nodded: "Sir, you read that right. The blood of these thirteen corpses with different wounds has never been able to solidify. The slightest touch on the wounds will cause the blood to flow uncontrollably. ." He clicked his tongue twice: "I have been examining corpses for more than ten years, and this is the first time I have seen such an interesting corpse."
"Interesting?!" Meng Suige exclaimed in astonishment: "This is obviously a ghost!"
He didn't see the fun!
Han Changmu pursed his lips and said nothing, opening the wound and examining it carefully with a complicated expression.
This man's wound is indeed as Sun Ying said. From the outside, it looks neat and tidy, like an injury caused by an ordinary short knife. But when you turn it over and look carefully, you can find that the smooth wound section has slight undulations, like waves. .
Han Changmu checked several corpses one after another. They all had the same wounds. His heart sank, and he felt a sense of foreboding.
If the wounds on one corpse were like this, it could be said to be a coincidence, but if more than a dozen corpses were like this, something was fishy.
In this case, the first priority now is to find out what kind of weapon the murder weapon is, where it came from, whose hands it passed through, and whose possession it finally fell into. Once these are found out, the case will have a clue.
He raised his head, put the bamboo tweezers aside, slowly cleaned his blood-stained hands, and whispered to Sun Ying: "Sun Wuzuo, please draw a few more copies of this pattern and give it to Meng Suige. Let him check it out.”
This is the plan to use things to find people.
Sun Ying said yes without hesitation, turned around and went into the room to inspect and draw drawings.
Han Changmu took the file, turned to the record of several things Xia Yuanji had eaten before his death, pulled out a piece of paper, and copied it down with a pen.
Except for Gulouzi, which is common in restaurants, these items are not found in ordinary restaurants, so they should be easier to trace.
The sky was bright and the scorching sun was shining over the small courtyard, but it was blocked by the canopy of trees that blocked the sky. Only a few sparse gleams of light fell on the ground.
The brilliance circulates brightly, the scorching heat drifts away with the wind, but the courtyard remains cold and gloomy.
He Zhenfu hurriedly walked into the small courtyard, bringing in the sunshine, and saluted with sweat on his head: "Sir, I have arranged for twenty people to search for Xia Yuanji in Zhaoguofang and several nearby lifang. His whereabouts have not yet been found.”
Han Changmu nodded slightly and handed the prepared food to He Zhenfu: "Sun Wuzuo did an autopsy on Xia Yuanji's body and found that he ate these foods before his death. He was killed just after eating these, and the food was not digested. Go and check which restaurants in Chang'an city sell these kinds of food."
He Zhenfu took the piece of tissue paper suspiciously and took a look at it. On the paper were written crab roe biluo, butter cherry, gulouzi, wine, shengpingzhi.
He was stunned, thinking of the dilapidated house that Xia Yuanji rented with air leakage from all sides. If Han Changmu hadn't personally brought the body back and Sun Ying had examined it with his own hands, he would have thought that the wrong person had been examined.
He opened his mouth and said, "Well, if Xia Yuanji has money to eat this, why would he still live in such a shabby house? One meal is enough to rent a house for two months."
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows: "How about you ask Xia Yuanji?"
He Zhenfu choked, laughed twice, and continued: "Did your Excellency just say that Xia Yuanji was killed just after eating all this food?"
"Yes." Han Changmu nodded: "What do Mr. He think?"
He Zhenfu said cautiously: "I thought that these kinds of food were not available in ordinary restaurants, at least not in Zhaoguofang, and Xia Yuanji was killed just after eating these things. That restaurant The house was the place where the crime took place. I thought that maybe someone had sent Xia Yuanji this food, and then killed him in one fell swoop when he was full of food and drink, at the lowest level of vigilance and unprepared, and finally married him. The trouble lies with Zhang Yan."
Meng Suigai blinked: "But Xia Yuanji is a poor Gongsheng student with no power and influence. I heard that he is also very kind-hearted and almost never quarrels with others. Let alone having a grudge against anyone, who will do it to him?" How could such a person kill him?"
"Don't forget, there are those pair of cloud-patterned shoes whose whereabouts are unknown." Han Changmu raised his eyelids and said calmly.
"By the way, he is the new favorite of Princess Annan!! Princess Annan is not the only one around her. If she doesn't protect her, he will be an eyesore!" Meng Sui slapped his forehead every once in a while, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and his voice became louder. A few minutes: "Sir, could someone be jealous of him and kill him?"
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"Yes, yes, yes, first I can gain Xia Yuanji's trust by giving him food from Annan County Prince's Mansion, and then kill him."
He Zhenfu also nodded excitedly, his eyes shining brightly. This kind of royal and private excitement is something you can only encounter once in a lifetime. I guarantee you will only see it once in your life. Don't miss it if you pass by.
Han Changmu looked at the two people who were so excited that he was speechless and pursed his lips: "If you say so, it would be easier to poison the vegetables. Why bother to see blood and go to all the trouble to blame Zhang?" rock?"
Meng Suige and He Zhenfu were speechless.
Han Changmu pursed his lips and changed the topic: "But the Annan County Prince's Mansion also needs to check. He Zhenfu, please take someone with you."
He Zhenfu looked troubled and hesitantly said: "It's a humble duty, a humble duty."
He hesitated for a long time, but couldn't tell the whole story.
It's too difficult for him. That's the Annan County Prince's Mansion. How can he afford to offend him? Let him go, let alone enter the Prince's Mansion. He might be beaten out! No, it will definitely be beaten out! !
Han Changmu clearly knew what He Zhenfu was afraid of. The reputation of Annan County Prince's Palace in the capital was indeed not very good, as it was too arrogant and domineering. However, the Department of Internal Security seemed to have a more fierce reputation in the capital. You should not be afraid of the general flag of the Department of Internal Security no matter what. Annan County Prince's Mansion is the one.
He Zhenfu was wary of Annan County Prince's Mansion. He was just afraid that if he offended the people in the County Prince's Mansion, he would be in trouble in the future. After all, everyone was working in the capital to make ends meet, so it was not good to offend anyone, let alone someone who could cover the sky with one hand. Annan County Prince's Mansion.
Han Changmu understood this point and did not embarrass He Zhenfu. He only raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly: "You go to Leng Shaoyin and tell him that it is my wish to ask him to go to Annan County Prince's Mansion with you to inquire."
Leng Linjiang was considered a very respectable person in the capital. With him accompanying him, He Zhenfu was not afraid of being made things difficult by the Annan County Prince's Palace, and he quickly agreed with a smile on his face.
Meng Suige looked at He Zhenfu with envy. He also wanted to see this rare royal bustle.
He turned his eyes and looked at Han Changmu earnestly, with the words "He wants to go too" written all over his face.
Han Changmu was well aware of the world and glanced at Meng Suigai: "After making arrangements to inspect the weapons, you two will go to Annan County Prince's Mansion together. Go early and come back early!"
Meng Suige was overjoyed and looked at He Zhenfu triumphantly.
Han Changmu's face darkened: "Stop the joy on your faces and let others see it, what will it look like!"
Meng Suige and He Zhenfu were stunned, and they hurriedly lowered their heads and said yes, but they could not hide the smiles on their lips.
You can't laugh in front of outsiders, and behind closed doors in the Internal Security Department, even if you smile up to the sky, no one can control it.
Han Changmu could see through what these two people were thinking at a glance, and said calmly with an expressionless face: "Please restrain yourself outside."
The two looked solemn and obedient.
After arranging these things, Sun Ying also drew the pattern, walked out with a thick stack of paper, and handed it to Meng Suigai.
Han Changmu nodded: "You arrange for someone to take these drawings and inquire about the origin of this weapon."
Meng Suigai should claim that it is.
Seeing Meng Suige walking away, Han Changmu waved to He Zhenfu and whispered a few words to him.
He Zhenfu was stunned for a moment, his expression changed several times, and finally he glanced at Meng Suige with complicated eyes and sighed with sadness.
Meng Suiji turned his head and met He Zhenfu's eyes. He touched the back of his head without knowing what was going on, and felt that he was being looked at with sympathy.
