The next day, Wang Shaocheng went to his study.
The maid was holding a tray with rice porridge for breakfast. As soon as she entered the door, she saw the body hanging in the room, hanging from the beam, with her arms stretched out, which was strange and terrifying.
What followed immediately was the sound of the teacup falling to the ground and shattering and screams of terror.
"What's going on? What's going on!" The servants came over after hearing the news.
The maidservant fell to the ground, her face was bloodless, she pointed to the study room with one finger, and said tremblingly: "Master, master, he."
In fact, she didn't need to remind her at this time. Everyone who came over had already discovered the situation in the house, and they were all shocked and became a mess.
Not long after, Wang Shaocheng's wife also rushed over. When she saw this scene, her eyes rolled, her body went limp, and she almost fainted. Fortunately, the maid beside her supported her in time: "Madam."
"Quick, report officer"
Mrs. Wang collapsed to the ground and began to sob with a trembling voice. Seeing this, the servants and maids followed suit one after another. For a time, Wang Shaocheng's family was filled with sorrow.
Around 4:00 in the morning, the officers and soldiers of the Wuwei Mansion arrived, led by the Lu'an County Inspector. Once they arrived at the scene, they began to give orders: "You, you, stand guard outside, while others cordoned off the entire Wang Family Mansion. No one is allowed to enter or leave at will. Xiao Liu, follow me."
As he spoke, he walked into the study and shouted loudly: "Xiao Chen, isn't Zuo here yet?"
"On the way here, should be here soon." An officer and soldier returned.
The inspector no longer paid attention, but first looked up at the beams and ropes, as well as Wang Shaocheng hanging from the beams, and then circled around the body, looking at something carefully.
At this time, Mrs. Wang, the maid and others were also invited over by the officers and soldiers.
The inspector withdrew his gaze and looked at him: "Who discovered Mr. Wang first?"
"Yes, slave." In the morning, the slave girl stood up timidly.
"From the time when the accident was discovered to when the Wuwei Mansion sealed off this place, during this period, did anyone touch Mr. Wang's body, or in other words, did anyone enter this study." The inspection got straight to the point and went straight to the point.
"No, no." The maid shook her head.
"Are you sure?"
"Slave, I am sure, because everyone has been here before."
"Then how did you find out what happened?" the patrol inspector asked again.
The maid said: "Early in the morning, my wife called my slave. She said that the master was working under the light in the study yesterday and must be hungry, so she asked the slave to bring some breakfast. But when the slave opened the door, she saw the master hanging there."
She spoke, her tone unsteady due to excessive fright.
"Okay, don't be afraid. First, think carefully about whether anything special happened last night, or whether your master behaved unusually." The inspector comforted him for a moment, then looked around at several servants: "And You all, think about it carefully, Wu Wei Mansion will ask you one by one later."
When Mrs. Wang heard this, she said with a tearful voice: "What does Zhou Xunjian mean that my husband died of murder?"
"We don't know yet, but we can't rule out this possibility." The inspector glanced at her, and of course he was suspicious of her. Generally, husbands and wives are the biggest suspects in murder cases at home.
So he said lukewarmly: "Madam, please stay away for now. Later, I will ask you some questions, and you must answer them truthfully."
"Yes." Mrs. Wang responded softly, twitching with her handkerchief and saying, "If my master was killed by an adulterer, I would ask Inspector Zhou to seek justice for him."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Wang, it's your duty." The inspector's voice was serious.
After these trivial matters were taken care of, Wu Zuo finally hurried over with a medicine box on his back.
Seeing him, the patrol inspector glared angrily: "Why did it take you so long to come!"
"I forgot my post-mortem tools at home and returned halfway, so I was delayed a bit. Please forgive me." Wuzuo bent down in fear.
"Okay, hurry up and see what's going on!" The inspector said, commanding the soldiers: "Put the people down and be careful."
"No!" Two officers and soldiers took the order, one on the left and one on the right, and took down Wang Shaocheng's body and placed it on the ground.
Zuo Zuo began to open the tool box, clean his hands and conduct an autopsy, while the Liu'an inspection team began to search the entire room.
The man in black was very cautious at that time, so there were no useful clues left here. The entire study room furnishings, bookshelves, books, etc. were all neat and tidy as usual. There were no traces of fighting, except for the chairs that were kicked down. There are still Wang Shaocheng's footprints on it, and the inspection team has just compared them.
The forged confession letter was placed on the desk. At this time, the inspector had picked it up. After reading it carefully, he frowned slightly.
The officer and soldier who was previously called Xiao Liu came over, clasped his fists and saluted, "Sir, I have checked the rest of the study and found nothing."
"Call two people over and look through these books to see if there are any clues." The inspection officer gave another order.
"Yes!" Xiao Liu responded seriously.
After putting away the confession, the inspector walked to the widower and squatted down with him: "How are you? What did you find?"
The man kept moving his hands, looking through his hair, and said at the same time: "There is a constriction groove on the neck of the deceased, the tip of the tongue is slightly exposed, the teeth are three-pointed, the complexion is red and purple, and there is saliva and liquid on the mouth, nose and chest, which looks like strangulation. Below, compared with the rope marks, it just matches."
"You mean Wang Shaocheng committed suicide?" the inspector asked.
"I'm afraid it's almost the same." Wu Zuo said: "At least, I haven't found any other problems so far. All the symptoms of the deceased point to suicide by hanging."
"No other wounds?"
"No." Wu Zuo shook his head.
"Are there any signs of poisoning?" the inspector asked again, very responsible.
"No, death by poisoning is not like this at all. I can see it at a glance." Wu Zuo was very confident in his rich experience.
"When did that man die?"
Wu Zuo thought for a while: "Based on the degree of rigor mortis of the body, it can be initially estimated that he died around midnight last night."
"There are no signs of fighting, no poisoning, and there are Wang Shaocheng's footprints on the stool used for hanging. Is it really a suicide?" The inspector muttered to himself, subconsciously taking out the confession and reading it again.
After thinking about it, he began to give instructions: "Okay, keep the scene in the study safe, take the body back first, and then conduct further examination."
"Understood." Wu Zuo responded and left with the officers and soldiers.
The inspection found Mrs. Wang again, interrogated her alone, and said directly: "Mrs. Wang, please think carefully, not only yesterday, but also in recent times, is there anything unusual about Mr. Wang Shaocheng? In other words, Having thoughts of committing suicide.”
"Suicide? Is it suicide?" Mrs. Wang asked subconsciously, and then thought again: "There is nothing special about it, but the master has always been uneasy these days, and often feels guilty. Talking to himself, saying how sinful he is and so on." (End of this chapter)
