Great Liangzhen Fusi, starting as the villain

The death scene was in a nearby private house, and the people from the government office had already completed their investigation, and they were not afraid of "destroying the scene", so they readily agreed.

Everyone stepped into the house.

A small dilapidated house, belonging to the low-level people in Kyoto. The walls are made of mud and tiles instead of bricks and stones. It looks like no one has lived in it for a long time.

The moment he entered the room, Qi Ping smelled an unpleasant smell, resisted the urge to pinch his nose, and began to observe the scene.

There are almost no decorations, an empty room, which can be seen at a glance.

There was a broken table by the wall and a wooden chair on the floor, very old but not dusty.

Half a candle was poked on the table, and the wax oil was piled up like teardrops. There was a chipped bowl with bright red blood stains in it, and there was a cut hemp rope and a ball of rags.

The ground is not mud, but brick paved, with large pieces of vomit scattered, dried urine, mixed with other turbid liquids, and a little blood, which is the source of the smell.

Considering that the deceased had taken arsenic, it should be caused by strong diarrhea, vomiting, and incontinence after poisoning.

"Where's the corpse?" Qi Ping frowned, not seeing the old corpse.

Xing Mingdao: "After the examination, I was taken away by the Chen family."

Qi Ping had a serious expression: "The corpse is the first source of clues. If you don't see the corpse, you will lack a lot of necessary information."

Xing Ming thought for a while and said, "What do you want to know?"

"Description of death, facial expression, whether there are wounds, whether there are special items on the body... By the way, and the degree of rigor, which is related to the time of death, I need to know." Qi Ping said.

Chen Nian died last night, this is a rough interval.

In judging a case, the time of death is an important piece of information. In modern times, the most common method is to check the body temperature, but the current technical conditions do not allow it.

It is a simple method to calculate from the stiffness of the corpse.

Xing Ming thought about it and said:

"When the body was found, it was lying sideways on the ground. In the middle of this pool of filth, the whole person was tied to a chair and tied with hemp rope. There was a rag next to it. It was full of filth. It should be used to block the tongue."

"The deceased's expression was painful, ferocious, and fearful, and the left arm was cut open by a sharp knife, which is the source of blood.

There is no other item on your body, and your belongings are not lost. Before you came, the body began to soften from stiffness. According to experience, I judged that he died around Hai hour last night. "

"At the same time, according to the confession of the county government, Mr. Chen returned by car at around [-]:[-] pm. According to the speed of the carriage and the distance between the two places, the time I judged also roughly coincides with the inference of the dead body."

Qi Ping glanced at him, slightly surprised.

I said in my heart that this business ability is good, beyond expectations.

But after thinking about it, the other party is a government arrester, and it is normal to have two brushes.

"You said the dead man's arm was cut open?" He grasped the key words.

Xing Ming nodded: "There is no knife at the scene, it should be carried by the murderer, and the purpose should be bloodletting."

He pointed to the missing bowl on the table.

"What's the bloodletting for?" Qi Ping raised his eyebrows.

Xing Ming didn't answer, but moved away from the wall behind him, Qi Ping's pupils shrank suddenly!

I saw that on the blank wall, there was a huge "Chou" written in blood.

Bloody, on the strokes of the text, there are traces of blood flowing down.

"It was written last night. When we came, it hadn't dried yet," Xing Ming sighed. "The murderer should have bound Lord Chen and released blood to write this word."

Qi Ping exhaled slowly, and said: "Because of this, you judged that this is a vendetta?"

"It's just a guess," Xing Ming shook his head:

"The possibility of a vendetta is the greatest, but... it's not necessarily true. The murderer left the text, perhaps to mislead us, otherwise... there is no reason to do so."

Well, using blood characters to interfere with the investigation direction...it is possible.

Qi Ping agrees.

He walked to the wall and stared at the word "Chou", as if, through the words, he could feel the joy and sorrow in the murderer's heart when he wrote it.

At that time, the murderer should be just like him, standing here.

Thinking of this, he looked down at his feet, there was no dust on the ground.

"The murderer left no footprints?"

Xing Ming shook his head: "When the other party left, they seemed to have cleaned it on purpose, not just inside the house. There were also traces of erasure outside the house."

Qi Ping sighed: "He is a cautious guy."

Knowing how to choose the place to kill in advance, grasping the trajectory and habits of Chen Nian, and being able to control emotions after killing, destroying all footprints... This is not something ordinary reckless people can do.

The arresters nodded quickly.

All have the same emotion.

"What did the coachman say, and the nearby residents..." Qi Ping asked again.

Xing Mingdao: "The coachman only saw a black shadow approaching. The other party was wearing night clothes and didn't see his face. At most, he could be judged to be a male."

"This house has been abandoned for a long time, and few people walk there. The nearest residents are separated by two courtyards."

Flush was silent.

really……

How could he not have thought of these things after he had acted so carefully and even chosen a location on purpose?

Interesting.

There is no frustration, at this moment, Qiping even has a heartbeat, and there is a feeling of meeting an opponent.

Seeing that he stopped asking, Xing Ming sighed and said:

"The murderer is very cunning and hardly left any clues. After thinking about it, I had no choice but to try to find someone who has recently made enemies with Mr. Chen."

He was helpless.

As a famous arrester of the Kyoto government government, he has solved many cases, but this one in front of him makes him quite headache and extremely difficult.

At the foot of the emperor, officials of the imperial court were killed, and the murderer left bloody words even more arrogantly, and the government was under great pressure.

But he thought hard for a long time, but he had no idea.

This is also the reason why he promised Qi Ping to help solve the case, but in his heart, he had no hope.

You must know that criminal investigation requires a lot of experience. This young captain may be extremely intelligent at such a young age, but if we say that he is better than himself in solving cases.

But he didn't believe it.

The rest of the government office also thought similarly, but they never expressed it.

Only Pei Shaoqing was looking forward to it, he had seen Qi Ping make a move.

At this moment, no one was talking, and in the quiet atmosphere, Qi Ping began to walk around the room, observing every corner very carefully.

Scarlet letters, tables, chairs, and a few items on them.

Even the foul-smelling filth on the ground, he squatted down, squinted, and even sniffed it closely.

Turning around, he finally came to the only window in the room.

The windows are closed and dilapidated, and unlike the rest, there is a little dust left here.

Qi Ping's eyes moved slightly, and with a push of both hands, the window "squeaked" opened to the outside, and the midday sun instantly poured in, illuminating his handsome face.

Dust floats in the sun.

"Lieutenant Qi, I will investigate later. If you finish reading, then..." Xing Ming held back for a long time before finally speaking.

"What's the hurry, wait a minute." Pei Shaoqing glared at him with some dissatisfaction.

Xing Ming hesitated to speak.

In the next second, the boy by the window said calmly: "Does Catcher Xing have a target?"

Xing Ming was puzzled and shook his head: "Not yet."

"Then I can provide some information about the murderer."

Qi Ping turned around, his eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc, and he said:

"This is indeed a vendetta. The murderer is a middle-aged man, about seven feet two inches tall, left-handed, not rich. At least, he is not willing to spend money on himself. He may be a martial artist, but perhaps, he is not an ordinary martial artist, but It's a... a cultivator."

When the words fell, everyone was shocked.