In the main hall of Qiuyuan Guest House, Hua Yitang was tapping her fan on her head, thinking seriously about the two inexplicable death messages. "If someone knew that he was not going to die soon and wanted to write his last message, what would he write?"
Jin Ruo: "If it were me, I would definitely write the name of the murderer."
Wan Lin: "I will definitely write down where all the money at home is hidden!"
Fang Ke: "Maybe it's just scribbling with muscle spasms, and it has no meaning."
"I'm more curious about the murderer's motive for killing Shan Yuanming." Lin Sui'an stared at the found copper key. The key was very ordinary, without any marks. There was slight wear on the surface. The back of the key was very smooth. It must have been used. a period of time.
Ling Zhiyan's forehead turned red: "Hidden so secretly, where is the key?"
Lin Sui'an sighed. They almost dug through Shan Yuanming's room, but could not find the box and scroll that Goldfinger remembered. It seemed that the box was hidden elsewhere by Shan Yuanming.
Goldfinger's clues are temporarily broken.
"Wang Gong, Ling Gong, the witnesses are here." Mingfeng led the guest house shopkeeper and the waiter into the main hall.
The clerk was the first one to discover the body. His name was Ah. He was fifteen years old and quite thin. He had probably been asked by Wan Lin once before. Although his face was pale, his answers were quite coherent.
"Around the beginning of Xu, when I was passing by Shuangye Residence, I heard a sound inside——"
Ling Zhiyan: "What kind of sound?"
A: "It's like... the sound of dragging cabinets, and the sound of turning things around. The Tianzihao house is a private courtyard, and only Dan Langjun lives there. There are very few people coming here on weekdays. Shan Langjun likes to be quiet, so I just I felt strange, so I knocked on the door, but there was no sound again. I pushed the door, but it was locked and could not be pushed open. I called Dan Langjun through the door, but there was still no sound. I felt something was wrong, so I leaned on the crack of the door and looked in. , when I saw blood on the screen, I was frightened and hurriedly went to find the shopkeeper——"
Shopkeeper: "Yes, yes, come to me. I quickly brought a few guys over. After a lot of effort, I opened the door. I saw the blood all over the floor. I was scared to death! Oh, you After saying this, how can I continue to manage this guest house!"
As he spoke, he pulled his sleeves to wipe away tears.
Wan Lin couldn't bear it: "Don't worry, shopkeeper. Once the culprit is captured, Jingzhao Mansion will issue a notice to explain the situation to the people, and the guest house will not be affected. At that time, you can find a Taoist priest to perform some rituals to drive away evil spirits." , I will definitely be able to have a peaceful life, guests are coming like clouds."
"Thank you for your kind words, sir!" the shopkeeper cried even harder.
Unexpectedly, this Wanshen soldier looks wild, but his thoughts are quite delicate. Lin Sui An said.
Ling Zhiyan: "How long did it take from the time when there was blood in the house to when someone came to knock on the door?"
A: "Only about two moments."
"Did you see anyone else after you knocked on the door?"
Ah and the shopkeeper shook their heads together.
Ling Zhiyan asked for details several more times, but all of them were useless information, so she asked one person to leave.
"That is to say, the murderer did not leave immediately after the murder. Instead, he stayed in the house and continued to rummage. He did not leave in a hurry until he was discovered by the assistant." Ling Zhiyan said.
"There is also a possibility that the murderer made a noise on purpose to attract the waiters, and then climbed out of the outer wall to wait, causing chaos inside and outside the guest house -" Lin Sui'an looked at Jin Ruo, "It is said that the whole street was in chaos at that time. "
Jin Ruo nodded: "That's right."
Wan Lin: "So, the murderer can take advantage of the chaos to blend into the crowd and escape!"
Hua Yitang: "Maybe he brought a cloak or a robe to cover the blood stains on his body."
Wan Lin scratched his head: "Where can I find it?"
Ling Zhiyan: "Have you checked all the other guests in the guest house?"
Wan Lin: "There are a total of forty-six students staying in this guest house. We have checked them all and they are all ordinary students. They had never been to Shuangye Residence when the crime occurred, and there were no witnesses."
There was a knock on the door, and Ming Shu walked into the main hall with Fang Ke and Jingzhao Fu Zuo, and presented the autopsy results.
Fang Ke: "The fatal injury of the deceased was intracerebral hemorrhage, and the hematoma compressed the cerebral blood vessels and caused death."
Wan Lin: "What? Shan Yuanming is still injured on the back of his head?!"
He was asking about the deputy director of Jingzhao Mansion, but the deputy director was pale and could only nod his head frequently without saying a word, becoming Fang Ke's yes man. I don’t know what kind of psychological process Fang Ke went through during the past half hour when he was dissecting the corpse. Judging from his expression and reaction, it was probably not a good memory.
Fang Ke's expression remained motionless, and he didn't pay attention to the reaction of the widower at all. "Shan Yuanming also had several external injuries on his body. One was an impact injury on the left side of his forehead. The wound was an inch and a quarter deep and two inches wide. It was two inches and one minute long, with an irregular shape on the periphery and heavy bleeding, which was caused by being struck several times with blunt objects."
This wound should have been caused by the impact on the corner of the desk. Lin Sui An said.
"There are bruises on the front of the neck, but no bruises on the back. The bruises are consistent with the width of the collar. It should be that someone lifted the collar from the back and strangled the neck before death." At this point, Fang Ke paused. A faint light flashed through the dark pupils, "Ten fingers were completely broken, and there were streaks of damage to the lining of the mouth."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned.
Ling Zhiyan: "What do you mean?"
Fang Ke picked up a white porcelain tea cup from his big wooden box, "I found this between his teeth."
Everyone hurriedly gathered around and found that in the porcelain plate was a silk thread as thin as a hair, only as long as a knuckle. When soaked in clear water, it could be seen that it was purple.
Hua Yitang pinched his nose, "What is this?"
Fang Ke: "The silk should come from some kind of expensive fabric."
"Why does he have something like this in his mouth?" Wan Lin was confused.
"Someone stuffed a ball of cloth into his mouth to stop him from making any sound, and then broke his fingers one by one," Lin Sui'an said.
Wan Lin gasped, "Could it be——"
Ling Zhiyan: "Extorting a confession through torture?"
"The situation is very clear now." Hua Yitang shook a small fan with his left hand, spread the crime scene location map drawn previously on the table, and pointed his right index finger over the landmarks on the location map one by one and said:
"The murderer climbed into Shuangye Residence from the back wall, walked around to the front door of Tianzi House, avoiding the eyes and ears of everyone, and knocked on the door of Tianzi House. Shan Yuanming saw that he was an acquaintance, so he asked the murderer to come to the tea room They were drinking tea, and the last person walked to the desk. For some reason, the murderer suddenly attacked, grabbed Shan Yuanming's bun, and hit his forehead against the corner of the desk several times. Shan Yuanming's head was broken and bleeding, and he fainted and fell to the ground. The murderer rummaged through the bookshelf and found nothing, so he picked up Shan Yuanming's collar and dragged it around the room. Shan Yuanming was bleeding profusely, and his clothes, shoes and socks were dragged on the ground, leaving strange blood stains wherever he went."
"Why are you carrying Shan Yuanming around the house?" Wan Lin asked.
"You should be dragging Shan Yuanming while asking questions." Ling Zhiyan said.
"The murderer carried Shan Yuanming around the house, but still couldn't find what he wanted. He became angry and threw Shan Yuanming on the bed, using a piece of cloth he brought with him -" Hua Yitang shook his fan Continuing to infer, "Maybe it was a veil, or maybe it was a torn off skirt, stuffed into Shan Yuanming's mouth to stop him from making any sound, and broke Shan Yuanming's fingers to force a confession. However, after breaking ten fingers, he still didn't get the answer he wanted. , in a rage, he hit Shan Yuanming on the back of the head with a heavy object, beating him to death——"
"There is a mistake here." Fang Ke said, "Congestion in the brain will not cause immediate death. At that time, Shan Yuanming should have just fainted and pretended to be dead. However, due to excessive blood loss, even if he woke up, he could not move on his own. , so he eventually died in bed.”
Lin Sui'an: "Shan Yuanming should have woken up once before he died and wrote a death message in a secret place beside his bed. The murderer should have thought Shan Yuanming was dead when he fainted, and looted all the property in the house, pretending The scene of a house invasion, robbery and murder. Therefore, no marks left by Shan Yuanming were found."
Wan Lin: "What was the murder weapon that hit Shan Yuanming on the back of the head? There was no such thing in the house. Could it be the inkstone on the desk?"
Ling Zhiyan shook his head: "The water marks and dust under the inkstone match the shape of the inkstone perfectly, indicating that the inkstone has not been moved for at least half a month, and there are no blood marks on it."
Lin Sui'an: "It's the murderer's fist."
Wan Lin: "How can we see it?"
Jin Ruo: "The spacing of the blood spots on the ground is very even, which shows that the murderer's traveling speed is also very even. The width of the trailing blood marks does not change much, which means that the height of the murderer carrying Shan Yuanming has hardly changed."
Lin Sui'an: "In other words, the murderer can easily drag Shan Yuanming around the house. The murderer is stronger than ordinary people."
Hua Yitang: "But the murderer could not lift Shan Yuanming completely off the ground. The murderer's height would not be much higher than Shan Yuanming."
Jin Ruo: "He is between seven feet to seven feet five and weighs about 170 to 200 kilograms."
Fang Ke: "The broken part of Shan Yuanming's finger bone was extremely clean. The murderer's technique of breaking the bone was very skillful and he did not hesitate."
Lin Sui'an: "The murderer knows kung fu and is very strong. His fist is the best and most convenient weapon."
Hua Yitang unfolded his fan with a "pop" sound and made a final conclusion, "To sum up, the murderer is tall and strong, good at boxing and kicking, can afford expensive silk, and has a wealthy family."
Lin Sui'an: "He has a violent personality and a cruel nature."
Hua Yitang: "I met Shan Yuanming."
Lin Sui'an: "So we only need to check Shan Yuanming's personal connections to identify the suspect."
Wan Lin looked at the four people in front of him in stunned silence. His brain was buzzing from the crazy output of the four people. It took him a long time to calm down and asked, "Who the hell are you?!"
"I can't even talk about being holy, they are just a few unlucky guys who have encountered too many problems and have a little more experience." Lin Sui'an looked at Ling Zhiyan with a smile, "Ling Sizhi, is the cost of solving the case worth it? "
Ling Zhiyan couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. She covered her mouth with her fist and coughed lightly, in the manner of a century-old family with a humble attitude.
Wan Lin: "Is it possible that this case was just solved?"
"Where are we now?" Hua Yitang stood up, stretched, and glanced at the sky, "It's getting late, Ling Liulang, hurry up and start the first wave of the trial.":,,
