Lin Sui'an considers himself to be well-informed. Not to mention being familiar with all major detective genres in the modern world, he has experienced three major cases when he came to this world. He prides himself on being able to deal with any crime scene calmly. Of.
But at this time, seeing the scene in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a little scared.
The shape of the blood stains on the ground is very strange, as if someone dipped a huge brush in blood and dragged it around the house to paint. The strokes were messy and irregular, and it was impossible to tell what the painting was.
In addition, there are two places with the most blood stains. One is the desk in front of the west window. There is a large pool of blood in the corner. The trailing blood stains start from here. The other is the bed against the wall on the east side. Soaked the sheets.
Ling Zhiyan immediately stopped and asked, "How many people have entered the room?"
Wan Lin: "There were only Wu Zuo, the two government officials who carried the corpse, and I went in to investigate. They all wore leg gloves. Brother Ling, I remember what you said before. Nothing in the house was touched." .”
"Bring paper and pen." Hua Yitang said, and Mingfeng hurriedly called for the Four Treasures of the Study. Hua Yitang sat cross-legged on the floor, laid out the paper, held a brush in his hand, and scanned the scenes in the room one by one with his eyes like a scanner, and began to describe them with his pen. The plan drawings on the paper were produced very quickly and with extremely accurate markings. Those horrific bloodstains in his writing even gave a bit more of a line-drawing artistic conception.
Ling Zhiyan: "Where was the body found?"
Wan Lin stared at Hua Yitang's paintings in stunned silence, and then replied, "On the bed, when the body was found, he died lying down."
Hua Yitang drew a human figure on the bed with just a few strokes. Judging from the proportions of the painting, the human figure was very small, but at first glance, he actually looked a bit like Shan Yuanming.
After roughly finishing the painting, he began to draw details, and all the furniture and objects in the guest room were vividly reproduced on paper.
There are two windows on the north wall, and the one on the west side is closed. There is a clothes rack in front of the bed with two daily clothes on it. Against the wall is a bed with gray-green curtains and a There is a footrest, and there is a wardrobe at the end of the bed. The door of the wardrobe is open, and the clothes inside are rummaged around, and a few items are thrown to the ground. The window on the east side is open, and the window sash is slightly swayed by the wind. In front of the bed It was a book desk, with several scrolls of books spread out scattered on the desk, all stained with blood. On the east side of the desk, against the wall, was a bookshelf. Dozens of scrolls were scattered all over the floor. The binding ropes of the scrolls were all untied. The one facing the desk was It is a seat, a square tea table two feet high, a teapot, four tea bowls, and a small round clay pot. Apart from this, there are no other tea sets. There are two cushions under the tea table, which should be from a guest house. Standard.
"Where is the body now?" Fang Ke stepped forward and asked.
Wan Lin was concentrating on studying Hua Yitang's transformation when suddenly a cold voice came from his ears. He turned around suddenly, and Fang Ke's blood-red clothes and pale face appeared without warning. He was so startled that he drew his sword and drew it. Fortunately, Lin Sui'an had quick eyesight and quick hands. He pressed his hand and put the knife back into the scabbard.
"Wan Canjun, this is Fang Wuzuo."
Wan Lin's expression became even more horrifying. Looking at Lin Sui'an's expression was like seeing a ghost from hell.
Fang Ke was a little impatient, "Where's the body?!"
Wan Lin pointed blankly at the house next door, Ming Shu volunteered, "I will lead the way."
Lin Sui'an hurriedly followed him out. Fang Ke frowned and glanced at Lin Sui'an, "Why are you following me?"
Lin Sui'an: "Curious."
Fang Ke frowned and glared at Lin Sui'an rather unkindly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and followed Ming Shu into the room next door.
Shan Yuanming's body was placed on the straw mat in the center of the room, with blood-stained shoes, socks, and clothes piled next to it. The work of Jingzhao Mansion had just been inspected and he was packing up his tools when he saw Ming Shu and others who had rashly barged in. , couldn't help being shocked, and just as he was about to ask, the gatekeeper hurriedly stepped forward and whispered a few words in Wu Zuo's ear. Wu Zuo's expression became a little strange, and he looked at Fang Ke in surprise, but still stepped aside.
Fang Ke did not ask the results of the autopsy performed by Jingzhao Mansion. He went straight forward, put down the big wooden box, put on his own white gloves and mask, and started the autopsy from head to toe.
Ming Shu retreated far away, Lin Sui'an lifted his robe and squatted beside him, looking at Shan Yuanming's death state, he couldn't help but sigh.
He must have died in pain. His facial features and muscles were distorted, his skin was frighteningly white, there was a bloody wound on his forehead that seemed to have been hit by something, and there was a finger-width bruise on his neck. His eyes were closed, but it looked like His expression suggested that he had just forced his eyes shut.
Fang Ke's autopsy style was exactly the same as his own. He was silent, without saying a word or making any sound. It was completely different from the ordinary autopsy style in which he explained the shape of the examination parts while doing the examination. It probably didn't fit in with the autopsy's work flow. , the man from Jingzhao Mansion saw the clues, snorted coldly, and mocked "Wild Road".
Fang Ke's hand was touching Shan Yuanming's sternum. Suddenly, he paused and raised his eyes to look at Lin Sui'an.
Lin Sui'an blinked: "If you think he is noisy, how about I knock him out?"
Ming Shu was shocked and quickly dragged the man out.
Fang Ke's eyes twitched twice, "Ms. Lin, you are blocking the light."
Lin Sui'an laughed dryly, moved two steps away, and watched Fang Ke's fingers go all the way down from his chest, pinching the hip bones, thigh bones, calf bones, toes, and then pinched back up, pinching the shoulders and big arms in turn. , elbows, small arms, fingers, it seems that some problem was found in the fingers, and the inspection was quite careful.
Lin Sui'an seized the opportunity, wrapped his fingers with his sleeves, opened Shan Yuanming's eyes, and looked straight into the dilated pupils.
A harsh buzz penetrated her brain, and a familiar white light suddenly appeared - she saw a hand holding a copper key, opening a wooden box. In the wooden box was a scroll book, about four inches long, only an ordinary scroll book. Two-thirds of the book is tied with red rope. The cover is made of green satin and printed with exquisite patterns. The title of the book is quite strange. It is actually a poem. There is a seal at the end of the title, and the words inside are In the large seal script, Lin Sui'an barely recognized that one of the characters was "phoenix"...
"Ms. Lin!"
Fang Ke's cold voice rang in his ears, and Lin Sui'an was startled. His consciousness suddenly escaped from the memories of Golden Finger, and the scene in his sight was replaced by Fang Ke's hard expression. His brows frowned even more tightly, dark. His eyes were like two dry wells, and the corners of his mouth were lowered into two splayed arcs, "What are you doing?"
Lin Sui'an retracted his finger as if nothing had happened, "Can you determine the time of death?"
Fang Ke's eyes stayed on Lin Sui'an's face for a moment, and finally moved away, whispering, "Between Youzheng and Xuchu." After a pause, he added, "I want to dissect the body, you go and ask. , what procedures are needed. As soon as possible."
Lin Sui'an immediately remembered the scene of Fang Ke dissecting Lu Shi's corpse in the mass grave. He began to feel nauseated due to conditioned reflex, so he hurriedly withdrew and called Ming Shu to apply for an autopsy. The fatal injury is so obvious that an autopsy is simply unnecessary." He followed reluctantly.
Lin Sui'an touched his chin and walked back to the Tianzihao room, muttering to himself: According to past experience, Goldfinger's memory is more or less related to the cause of death of the deceased. The content of the axis book in Shan Yuanming's memory is probably the key - —The cheating Golden Finger, it would be nice if I could watch it for a few more seconds.
In the Tianzihao room, Hua Yitang had completed the on-site reproduction of the map. Wan Lin's attitude towards Hua Yitang was obviously much more respectful. He held up Hua Yitang's painting and praised it. He said that when the case was solved, he would put this painting away. Frame it and hang it at home, Ling Zhiyan shakes her head helplessly.
"The time of death is between Youzheng and Xuchu," Lin Sui'an had just said half a sentence. Hua Yitang's face suddenly changed. He came over in three steps and two steps at a time. He held Lin Sui'an's wrist and glanced nervously. Lin Sui'an's eyebrows said, "Have you ever gone to see it?"
Lin Sui'an nodded and lowered his voice: "I saw someone opening a box with a copper key. Inside the box was a scroll of a book with a very strange title, which read, 'When flowers bloom, they must be folded.'"
"Why wait for me?"
"Eh?"
"Be sure to wait for me to go with you next time!"
Lin Sui'an wondered: "What are you doing? You can't see it."
Hua Yitang's fingers tightened so hard that it hurt Lin Sui'an, and his tone was gritty, "Do you know how you look now - in short, you can't act alone!"
Lin Sui'an looked at his serious expression and blinked, "Are you worried about me?"
Hua Yitang's ears turned red, and she suddenly realized Lin Sui'an's purpose. Her face instantly became even more disgusting, and she said angrily, "Don't talk about him!"
"...I'll try my best next time." Lin Sui'an said with a smile.
This dude is getting harder and harder to fool.
"Hmm, cough, cough, cough!" Jin Ruoti said, "Entering the stage!"
The first place to explore was naturally the bed where the body was found. The crumpled sheets were soaked with blood, and the bed tents around were quite clean. Detecting traces at the scene was Jin Ruo's strength, but when he saw him squatting down, he looked up A circle of curtains, lowered his head, circled the bed twice more, and began to wander around the room along the messy blood stains, looking quite like an ant on a hot pot.
Wan Lin was surprised: "What is this little brother doing?"
Lin Sui'an: "Walking."
"..."
Hua Yitang was even weirder. He walked to the tea table and squatted down. He picked up the tea bowls and smelled each one, then opened the lid of the teapot and smelled. Finally, he turned on the fan and stared at the cushions, silent.
Wan Lin: "What is Hanashiro doing?"
Lin Sui'an: "In a daze."
"..."
Ling Zhiyan coughed dryly, "Brother Wan, you said thieves broke into the house, robbed and killed people. Do you have any evidence?"
"Everything in Shan Yuanming's house was looted." Wan Lin led the two of them to the east window. He first pointed to the blood on the corner of the desk and a large pool of blood under the table legs, and said, "The murderer must be He climbed into the window, grabbed Shan Yuanming's head and hit him on the corner of the table, knocked him to death, searched for property in the house and escaped." Then he lifted up the window sash and pointed to the window lattice, "There should be blood stains here. It was on the murderer when he climbed through the window and left. I guess the blood stains on the ground were left by rummaging for things, but I think the blood stains are too weird. Brother Ling, what do you think?"
Lin Sui'an came to the window and took a closer look. The blood stain on the window lattice looked like half a fingerprint. He couldn't help but feel regretful. In modern times, the murderer could be caught with just this fingerprint, but in this era, it's probably nothing. usefulness.
Outside the window was the courtyard wall of the guest house. The window sash was about seven steps away from the courtyard wall. There was grass in the middle. The grass blades were messy and seemed to have been stepped on. Lin Sui'an didn't dare to damage the traces. He climbed over the window and jumped up. At the top of the wall, outside the wall is a narrow street, with a dead end on the left and the main street on the right. The street is brightly lit, and it is the government officials and bad people who are patrolling and searching for Jingzhao Mansion.
The noisy footsteps echoed on the empty streets, and seemed to be mixed with the sound of pipa music. Lin Sui'an stood up and looked around, but saw a faint light coming from the night sky in the west, and the music was coming from the light source. of.
There was a soft sound behind him, Jin Ruo jumped out of the window, slipped around the sky-shaped back wall, climbed up the wall to take a look, climbed over the wall and jumped out of the yard, walked out along the alley and squatted in the alley. After observing on the ground for a long time, he climbed back to the wall and said: "Someone climbed into the courtyard from the back wall, walked around to the front door, and then climbed out of the back window and jumped over the wall to leave. Judging from the footprints, it should be the same person. Moreover, regardless of whether this person Whether entering through the window or escaping over the wall, the steps are steady and unhurried."
Lin Sui'an: "Could he be a habitual offender?"
"Very possible."
"Possibly tracking his whereabouts?"
"The footprints outside the alley are too messy, no way."
Lin Sui'an "tsk", the on-site protection work here is really not in place. Now we can only hope to find witnesses. Logically speaking, the murderer should also have blood stains on his body - at least there must be blood stains on the soles of his shoes, which must be very conspicuous in the crowd - but, judging from Wan Lin's performance and the government officials The tense atmosphere of the investigation was due to the fact that there were no witnesses?
This is interesting. It seems that the murderer has a strong sense of counter-reconnaissance.
"It was not a thief who broke into the house to rob or kill someone, but an acquaintance who committed the crime," Hua Yitang's voice came from the window, "Shan Yuanming knows this person."
Lin Sui'an and Jin Ruo looked at each other, jumped off the wall at the same time, and got back into the house through the window.
Hua Yitang squatted beside the desk, staring at the large pool of blood on the ground with Ling Zhiyan.
Wan Lin Daqi: "How can you see it?"
Hua Yitang stood up and pointed at the tea table with his fan, "Judging from the smell of the tea in the pot and the state of the tea residue, the tea brewing time is about Youzheng."
Ling Zhiyan: "It matches Shan Yuanming's death time."
Hua Yitang: "One of the two tea bowls has tea residue and the other still has tea base, which means that Shan Yuanming brewed two bowls of loose tea, but the other person did not drink it. The one who can make tea for him must be acquaintance."
Make tea?
Lin Sui'an hurriedly walked over, opened the lid of the teapot and took a look, and almost cried with joy. What was brewing in the pot turned out to be tea that she was very familiar with. Although the smell was not very good and the shape was like crumbs, to her, This is simply the dawn of dawn.
It turns out that the world already has the prototype of this kind of tea.
Wan Lin came forward and smelled the tea in the pot, and muttered: "Do you have a dog's nose? Can you smell the tea when it was brewed?"
Hua Yitang's forehead twitched, as if he wanted to curse back, but for some reason, he endured it and continued, "Sitting on the south side is Shan Yuanming. That is his accustomed position. The cushion is worn and dented. Larger. The person sitting opposite him should be the person he was entertaining. Moreover, the tea table, teapot, tea bowl, and cushions were all neatly placed, indicating that the two were just chatting here and no fierce conflict broke out. "
Wan Lin lay down and looked at the cushion for a long time, then scratched his head vigorously, "That is to say, after this acquaintance finished chatting, he walked to the desk with Shan Yuanming, and for some unknown reason, he suddenly grabbed Shan Yuanming. Hit his head on the corner of the desk and kill Shan Yuanming——"
"No," Ling Zhiyan said, "There's too much blood here, I can't kill him."
Wan Lin: "You're still alive with so much blood?"
"If it was a single blow to death, there wouldn't be a lot of blood. This much blood should be -" Ling Zhiyan raised her fist to signal, "The murderer grabbed Shan Yuanming's bun and repeatedly hit his forehead against the corner of the table. .”
"So that's the case, this can explain the blood stains in the room!" Wan Lin said, "The murderer must have failed to kill Shan Yuanming with one blow. Shan Yuanming fought with the murderer, and then there was blood all over the room. ——It still doesn’t seem quite right…”
"These bloodstains were not caused by the struggle, but by the murderer walking around the house with Shan Yuanming in his arms," Jin Ruodao said.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was a little surprised, not to mention Wan Lin.
"So that's it," Lin Sui'an's eyes slowly moved along with the blood stains, "The blood vessels in the human head are dense, and the amount of bleeding after injury is huge. Shan Yuanming's body had black spots on the neck. He must have been grabbed by the collar. Get up," Lin Sui'an gestured, "Although Shan Yuanming is thin, he is quite tall. The murderer could not completely lift him off the ground, so he was half dragged and half carried - "
Hua Yitang: "Shan Yuanming cocked his head, and the blood on his head dripped to the ground. His feet and clothes dragged the blood on the ground, forming such a strange trailing blood stain."
Jin Ruo knelt down, pointed at the ground and said, "Look at these blood spots."
Everyone squatted around him and saw that there were indeed three round blood spots on the ground, with burr-like marks appearing on the edges of the blood spots.
Lin Sui'an heard something in his mind, and the detective knowledge he had read a long time ago was awakened, "When blood drips during exercise, it will form this kind of blood stain with burrs, and the direction of the burrs is -"
Jin Ruo stood up and stepped forward: "The direction of walking."
Everyone was extremely surprised. They watched Jin Ruo walk to the bookshelf and paused for a moment. "After the murderer rummaged through the bookshelf, he dragged Shan Yuanming -" turned around, walked around the tea table, and stopped in front of the screen, "Shan Yuanmingran." The bloody hand wiped across the screen randomly, "walked a few steps, stopped in front of the wardrobe, "the murderer rummaged through the wardrobe," then walked around the bed, "rummaged through the bed," returned to the desk, turned around, and walked back parallel Bed, stop path, "Drag Shan Yuanming back to the bed. This is the path and sequence of the murderer's walking."
Ling Zhiyan: "What is the murderer doing?"
Hua Yitang: "You seem to be looking for something?"
Wan Lin: "As expected, I'm still here to rob!"
Could it be that he is looking for the scroll in Goldfinger?
Lin Sui'an's eyes circled twice on the action path pointed out by Jin Ruo, and there was only one place where the murderer went twice - the last location where Shan Yuanming's body was - the bed.
She quickly walked to the bed and searched the top and bottom of the bed carefully, but found nothing. After thinking for a while, she held the edge of the bed with her left hand and lifted the entire bed with a click, which made Wan Lin say "ah yo" in shock. .
Lin Sui'an: "Look under the bed and on the floor. Are there any mechanisms?"
Hua Yitang and Jin Ruo immediately helped. Hua Yitang touched the bottom of the bed, Jin Ruo knocked on the floor, and Lin Sui'an supported the huge wooden bed with one hand, and rubbed the legs and sides of the bed with the other hand. They were all solid, nothing wrong. In particular, after Hua Yitang checked and found nothing, Jin Ruo knocked on a piece of wooden floor next to the wall and suddenly raised his head, "This piece is empty!"
Lin Sui'an was overjoyed, and with a sudden force of his arms, he lifted the entire bed off the ground, pushed it to the side with a cry, squatted down, inserted his fingers into the floor with a click, and dug out the floor.
There was a fist-sized groove under the floor, and there was a cotton purse inside. Hua Yitang took out the purse and shook it, and a copper key fell out.
It's the key to Goldfinger's memory! Lin Sui'an was overjoyed and looked at Hua Yitang, their eyes brightening.
"Huashiro, Madam Lin, come here and take a look!" Ling Zhiyan suddenly shouted.
It turned out that when Lin Sui'an was shaking the bed just now, the mattress on the bed was thrown out, revealing the part of the headboard that was covered by the mattress, and there were two traces of blood written on the wooden board.
Wan Lin tilted his head to identify: "One vertical and one horizontal? One stroke and one horizontal? Or one dot and one horizontal? It seems like - is it an unfinished word?"
Jin Ruo: "Could it be...that Shan Yuanming wrote it before his death?"
Hua Yitang raised her eyebrows, while Ling Zhiyan pinched her eyebrows crazily.
Lin Sui'an: Oh, it's here! Death|Death message? ! :,,
