Great Liangzhen Fusi, starting as the villain

"What did you say?" At this moment, unbelievable emotions welled up in his heart, and Xing Ming blurted out.

I suspect I heard wrong.

Qi Ping repeated it again earnestly, enunciating clearly.

Hearing that right, Xing Ming's eyes changed, as if to say: Are you kidding me?

Even if you're brilliant or observant enough to spot clues that your peers overlook, that shouldn't be the case anyway.

Such detailed information, height, age... status class, and even the characteristics of left-handedness are all accurately stated, which is too bizarre.

Also, the last sentence... Practitioner.

Suddenly, Xing Ming began to doubt the boy in front of him again.

Are these remarks interfering with your own judgment?

Beside, all the arresters also came back to their senses.

Looking at each other, in the eyes, there is something unclear and unclear.

Obviously unbelievable.

Don't blame them, even Pei Shaoqing was a little dumbfounded.

The point is, this is too mysterious, you can know this by walking around the house?

"It seems that you have some doubts about my words." Qi Ping smiled and said: "You may be guessing whether I am talking nonsense? Otherwise, how can you know this without seeing it with your own eyes?"

The policemen were a little guilty, and they were said to be the center of the matter.

Qi Ping didn't care, and said with a smile:

"It's okay, it's normal to have this kind of thinking, well, in fact, what I just said is only based on the existing information on the scene, and the deduction may not be correct.

It can be understood as guessing, but not blind guessing, but logical reasoning. "

Hearing this, Xing Ming was a little dissatisfied:

"Deduction? Can Captain Qi explain it more clearly? How, can you deduce this from the scene?"

As a famous arrester in Kyoto, he feels that his professional dignity has been challenged.

Qi Ping nodded: "Of course. Xing Butou is puzzled, so feel free to speak."

Not long ago, he still asked the question, and the other party answered, but now, it is going to be reversed.

I don't understand anything... Xing Ming dissed in his heart, and his expression didn't show the slightest bit:

"You said the murderer was middle-aged, seven feet two inches tall, how did he get it?"

This was his first doubt.

As a famous arrester, he also knew how to estimate height through footprints and other traces, but there were no footprints left at the scene.

Then Qi Ping, how can you judge?

"I said about seven feet two inches, not sure," Qi Ping corrected, and then said: "As for the reason, it's in the blood."

Everyone looked at the writing with doubts.

Without waiting for the other party to ask, Qi Ping walked to the wall, raised his left arm, and made a writing motion:

"Since this word was left by the murderer, the other party should stand here and write. Generally speaking, when people write on the wall, they will habitually write at eye level."

The police were taken aback.

They didn't know this point of knowledge. Some people subconsciously raised their hands in the air, imitating the movement of writing, and their eyes lit up immediately.

The arm is really used to it.

"So, based on this, you inferred the murderer's approximate height?" Xing Ming was stunned, and then frowned: "But if the murderer wrote higher, wouldn't there be a big error?"

He didn't say that the writing was low... because ordinary people are unlikely to do so.

But if you write high, you can.

"The murderer was written dipped in blood," Qiping explained:

"The higher the arm is raised, the steeper the writing angle will be, and the blood will fall towards the arm. With the murderer's caution, he will try to avoid blood stains as much as possible. Another evidence is the number of writing."

"frequency?"

"Yes," Qi Ping said seriously:

"From the thickness of the strokes and the fact that the wall is not worn, it can be guessed that the murderer most likely dipped his fingers in the blood in the bowl, and in this way, he would need to dip it many times.

The higher the hand is raised, the more blood is wasted, and the writing times increase accordingly... But you see, the writing is roughly even. "

Xing Ming's eyes moved, and he looked carefully at the bloody characters.

Qi Ping kept talking, and continued:

"Similarly, I guess the murderer is left-handed, which is also based on the strokes of the text. There is a difference between left and right handwriting, one of which is the 'weight' of writing..."

"You can try to write in the empty space on the wall, and you will find that when you outline some strokes, the positions of the left and right fingers are completely different. This can be seen from the thickness of the blood..."

"And this 'Chou' character just fits the habit of the left finger."

Qi Ping took a few steps back to let everyone take a closer look, and a group of government officials quickly surrounded him. After a while, he whispered:

"it is true!"

"It's really different..."

"There really is a difference."

Qi Ping held his hands behind his back and talked eloquently:

"Furthermore, I just heard the description of Xing Butou, saying that the right arm of the deceased was cut, and when he died, he was tied to a chair.

But the murderer let the blood out, there is no reason to draw the knife from behind, if the two are facing each other, holding the knife in the right hand, it should be the most convenient to cut the left arm..."

Xing Butou was stunned.

After simulating it in my mind, I inhaled lightly, and the way I looked at Qiping changed.

If we talk about the traces of blood characters, it can also be explained by the opponent's astonishing observation skills.

Then, I only mentioned the location of the wound casually, but it was also recorded by the other party. This is the embodiment of reasoning ability.

"Then you said, the murderer is not rich..." Xing Ming asked again.

Qi Ping walked to the center of the room, beside the pile of filth, and said:

"Xing Botou, can you tell what's in these filth?"

Xing Ming thought for a while and said:

"Blood, fluid from the stomach pouch, a little arsenic, and, if anything, alcohol."

"That's right! It's wine!" Qi Ping suppressed the urge to snap his fingers:

"Where do you think this wine comes from?"

Xing Ming didn't think about it: "It should be carried by the murderer to help Mr. Chen swallow the arsenic."

Qi Ping nodded appreciatively, and said slowly:

"You said that Chen Nian died in the middle of the night last night. It's been a long time since now, but the smell of alcohol still remains, which means it must be strong alcohol. Looking at the residue of the alcohol, it is extremely turbid. This is the characteristic of inferior rice wine...

And if what I said is right, this kind of rice wine is loved by traffickers and pawns..."

Xing Ming knelt down, wiped some with his fingers, put it on the tip of his nose, and sniffed lightly.

Then he got up, with an uplifted look:

"That's right! It's indeed inferior wine! This kind of inferior wine is cheap, but tastes extremely bitter. Anyone with money will not buy it."

Qi Ping sighed: "So, either, the murderer is poor, or, he has no requirements for diet."

Speaking of this, he was a little embarrassed.

When I went to the academy a few days ago, I went to buy wine with Fan Er, chatted with the stall owner, and then I learned this knowledge point... Speaking of which, Fan Er assisted the key clue when the River Banquet broke the door case.

Now again.

Fan Er is really my lucky star... Qi Ping complained, with a sonorous tone:

"By combining the two clues, it can be proved that the murderer is tall and has the habit of drinking strong alcohol. There is a high probability that he is a middle-aged man."

The elderly will become shorter.

Teenagers have well-developed taste buds and don't like bitter wine.

If the two are excluded, only middle-aged people are left.

Clear logic and strong arguments...

On the side, Pei Shaoqing showed a smile, with a look of honor, and when he went to see the government officials and the police, they were all amazed.

A few minutes ago, they couldn't understand it.

Now, after Qi Ping explained in a few words, he suddenly realized that all these clues were in front of their eyes.

However, they turned a blind eye.

Is it negligence?

No, it's not.

It can only be said that this Colonel Qi of the Zhen Fu Division is really extraordinary.

In comparison, even Xing Ming, the famous arrester in Kyoto, was overshadowed.

in silence.

Xing Ming exhaled slowly, looked at Qi Ping's eyes, no longer underestimated, but still tried, and made the final "struggle":

"So...how did you determine that the murderer is a practitioner?"

This, he doesn't understand.

Hearing this, Qi Ping walked to the open window, bathed in sunlight, and said seriously:

"The evidence is here."