Di Ying put the paper into his sleeve pocket, then opened his own toolbox that Peng Liang carried with him wherever he went, and began to conduct a preliminary examination of the body.
The result is an even heavier feeling.
All the scars and bloodstains showed that Luan Chao had indeed committed suicide.
Di Ying asked Liu Liu and Shi Shi, who were guarding outside the house, to go inside and carry Luan Chao's body to his autopsy room.
He walked to the desk, took out Luan Chao's "Confessions" from his sleeve pocket, and compared them one by one with the books, volumes, papers, etc. on the desk that contained Luan Chao's daily handwriting.
It can basically be determined that the "Shu Bi Shu" was written by Luan Chao himself.
It's just that the handwriting on the "Jubilee Book" is slightly trembling. There are still water stains on the paper.
It should be Luan Chao's tears.
Some are in the form of drops, some are wiped by hand after dripping, and some are in the form of continuous dripping. I can’t tell whether I was forced to write it.
The study room is also very clean and tidy.
There is still faint smoke coming out of the incense burner in the left corner.
Di Ying's nose moved and he could tell: it was a soothing incense.
Books on the bookshelf: There are four books and five classics, as well as valuable famous books, rosters, etc. The degree is very new.
Di Ying asked Peng Liang: "Did you see anything through the layout of this study?"
Peng Liang blinked his eyes and replied: "This person... I'm afraid he is not very knowledgeable. In addition, he is a person who often interacts with disabled people. He doesn't want to be looked down upon by others, so he has learned to pretend, which is to pretend.
Just don't act like it.
The flowers placed in the main room look neat and beautiful, but the flower types are relatively ordinary;
Tables, chairs, etc. are provided by the government's internal affairs and cannot be scrutinized.
But in this study, there are many things that appear to be elegant.
The small things are arranged very neatly. He must be a relatively small-minded and stingy person. "
Di Ying heard this, smiled and nodded.
Then he added: "This man was not of high birth, and his father was a scholar who failed in many examinations. The files of the government officials recorded that Luan Chao only passed the Tongsheng examination.
Was assigned to work in the 'disability center'. Later, I learned sign language from people with disabilities, and was transferred to the government office as an interpreter.
Look at these calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall: they are actually all fakes.
He wanted to be arty and in line with his status, but he ended up doing something nondescript.
But looking at the whole room: even if the calligraphy, paintings, books, etc. he bought were all genuine and valuable, they would not be worth the small fraction of the illegal wealth that the deaf-mute people had gained in the past few years.
Where did the rest of the money go?
Is it really like what he confessed: All his lustful and greedy gambling has been spent? "
As Di Ying spoke, he checked the windows, window sills, bottom of the table, drawers and other places, including every corner.
But no matter how he looked or distinguished, there was no trace of outsiders coming. Including the footprints, they only matched those left by Luan Chao's own soles.
"I can't trace the whereabouts of the money. Who died and how? I don't even recognize it."
Di Ying said, and then said to Qian Wu at the door: "Qian Wu, you and Sun Qi take the portrait I painted for Luan Chao and go to the brothels, wine shops and teahouses in the city to inquire about it.
Zhao San, Xu Si, you two go check: Who has Luan Chao come in contact with since he passed under the window until now? Where have you been? Has anyone been in or out of this yard?
Liu Liu and Shi Shi, you two examine Ren Lin and Zhu Xiang respectively and ask them where they have been after passing by the same window. What have you done? Did they see anyone around the time of Luan Chao's death? I heard some unusual noise.
Tang Shiyi and Wang Twelve, you two were wandering around in the government office, saying that Luan Chao was killed by someone, and if anyone made any move, follow him. "
After giving the instructions, Di Ying remembered something and hurried out, saying at the same time: "Xiao Peng, prepare your horses, let's go to Luan Mansion."
Di Ying suspected that if Luan Chao died, his family would be killed and silenced by the person who really took the money.
Luan Chao had parents, three wives and concubines, and four children.
The people who know Luan Chao best are probably his family members.
By asking his family members, we should be able to infer more things about him.
Horses couldn't gallop in the busy city, so Di Ying and Peng Liang chose streets or alleys with few people and let the horses trot.
By the way, the black horse Di Ying rides is the same one he borrowed from Yao Cong.
After Di Ying deliberately "lost" the horse, both horses were picked up and sent back to Yao Cong.
Yao Cong sent it back to Di Ying again.
It was truly given, not borrowed.
The dark horse, who was in his prime, followed Di Ying around.
Di Ying named the dark horse: Dark Cloud.
Dark clouds are very spiritual and Di Ying hardly needs to worry about them.
No: when walking through an alley and seeing a lot of pedestrians on the street, the dark clouds automatically slowed down and paid attention to avoid pedestrians.
There was a child running from the left to the right of the road. He immediately observed the dark clouds on the street and stopped.
After the child passed by, he walked around a little bit, bypassing the child's position, and then started trotting again.
Every time at this time, Di Ying would sigh with emotion at the dark clouds.
Suddenly there was some commotion ahead on the right.
Wuyun stretched the horse's neck, glanced there, and then moved closer while rubbing Di Ying's leg with his big head.
"knew."
Di Ying patted the horse's neck and jumped off the horse after the dark clouds moved closer.
The object resembles the shape of its owner.
Although Wuyun followed Di Ying for a short period of time, he was also infected with the "problem" of being nosy.
Peng Liang stepped forward and pushed aside the crowd, and Di Ying followed.
I saw an old man in his seventies lying on the street in front of the shop.
The old man, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, his lips purple, and blood oozing from his ears.
Some people want to step forward to help, while others want to block their ears with objects.
Di Ying hurriedly stopped him.
"Don't help him, don't block his ears, otherwise he will die faster."
He said that he was going to step forward.
But was blocked by someone.
"Who do you think you are..."
Before the speaker could finish speaking, he was dragged away by another person, who whispered: "Official uniforms, they are wearing official uniforms."
As soon as the people around heard that he was an official, they immediately dispersed.
This eliminates the need for Di Ying to forcefully drive away to increase the flow of surrounding air.
He knelt down next to the old man, took off his official robe, rolled it into a ball and put it on the back of the old man's head.
Seeing that the height was not enough, he wanted Peng Liang to take off his clothes too.
But Peng Liang was wearing a fancy outfit and couldn't take it off.
Peng Liang fled to a nearby clothing store, grabbed a few pieces of cloth and then returned.
Helped to raise the cloth and cushion the old man's upper body.
Di Ying tilted the old man's head slightly to one side, and then took out the gold needle bag.
Three needles come out.
After more than ten breaths, the old man slowly opened his eyes.
Di Ying stretched out four fingers, waved them in front of the old man's eyes, and asked, "Old man, what is this?"
The old man's eyes followed the movements of his fingers, and then...
He glared at Di Ying.
