Wei Shu

Chapter 93 Reexamination
Wang Kuang understood it, but he didn't look at it right away, he still stood with his hands behind his back Shi Shiran.

On the other side, Ah Jin also took advantage of the trend and walked to the door, knelt down and looked at the blood on the ground, as if he was studying and judging something, both of them looked calm and acted calmly, without any clue.

Not long after, Ah Fu finished his autopsy, he turned out from the bed tent, and hung up the curtain again, revealing three well-dressed female corpses on the couch.

"The murderer is a woman."

She opened her lips and said.

Her voice was like a brushed piece of bamboo, with sharp spikes in her ears, which was very uncomfortable to hear.

She must have known it herself, so she used her words to be extremely concise, and if she could say a word less, she would say a word less.

Wang Kuang once heard Gu De relay the words of the previous author, and now he saw that Ah Fu overturned the former statement, so he asked, "But did you find the footprints?"

Ah Fu shook his head, stepped up to the old woman's body, turned her over with one hand, pulled down the back collar, revealing a blue-black palm print on her back shoulder, and used his leather-covered thumb to touch it. He rubbed the edge of the palm print twice, then lifted it up for Wang Kuang to see.

Wang Kuang found that the front of the fingertip had turned black, while the palm print on the old woman's shoulder seemed to have faded a bit.

"It turned out to be stained," he said.

Using special paint to enlarge the fist print, forging the false appearance that the murderer is a man, and at the same time being careful not to leave footprints in the house, the murderer's experience is quite experienced.

For some reason, when thinking about this point, a strange color flashed across Wang Kuang's eyes.

He stared at Ah Fu beside the couch, with a hint of questioning in his eyes, Ah Fu seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, once he looked over, he nodded to him imperceptibly.

At this moment, a guard happened to pass by the window, and the two immediately turned their eyes away at the same time.

When the guard looked into the house, Ah Fu pointed to the female corpse next to the old woman in front of the guard, and said with care like gold:

"Riding often."

This time, she did not open the clothes of the female corpse, she only pointed to the position of the inner thigh of the female corpse, and said: "Scent cream."

This woman was singled out, but nothing else was mentioned. It can be seen that this is unique to this woman, but not the other two corpses.

Wang Kuang's expression remained unchanged, but his hands behind his back were clenched.

In this world, women who can often ride horses and use balm to moisturize their skin worn by the saddle are either rich or expensive, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary women to just touch horses.

And the corpse that Ah Fu is referring to at this time is that Song slave named Aqisi. It is said that this woman has only worked in Baihuayuan, and has never even been to the other villages in the suburbs. How can she have the opportunity to ride a horse?
On the contrary, it is balm, if it is rewarded by the master above, the servants below can also get it, but the position used is a bit weird.

"Rose dew." Ah Fu's voice sounded again.

Wang Kuang regained his senses a little, and saw that Ah Fu tapped the armpit, the back waist and the crotch of the female corpse named Aqisi successively, and said two words: "Nanyang."

"Rose dew from Nanyang?" Wang Kuang asked.

Alfred nodded.

It is still only talking about this woman, which shows that this is its uniqueness.

Wang Kuang's expression froze slightly, but his fists clenched behind his back loosened.

Rose scented dew is a rare thing, especially the rose dew from Nanyang. Its fragrance is beautiful and long-lasting. Never heard of it.

Would such precious rose dew appear on the body of a lowly Song slave?
Wang Kuang held the back with one hand, and twisted the beard under his chin with the other. At this time, Ah Fu tapped the female corpse's chest and left waist, and said, "One mole, one for each."

Wang Kuang nodded and remained silent.

This is the original imprint of the corpse. If anyone has seen and remembered the body of any one of Aqisi and Huazhen, the identity of this woman will be revealed.

However, at this time Wang Kuang already had his own deduction:

There is no doubt that this woman is a flower.

And the "Hua Zhen" that everyone saw by the river is presumably the murderer in disguise. As for who the murderer is, it is self-evident.

That Song Nu named Aqisi should be that "martial arts master".Naturally, this name is obviously not his real name, and the person is probably...

When his thoughts came to this point, Wang Kuang's expression became slightly condensed.

On the way here, Goode once described to him the appearance of Akis and others. According to him, this Akis has a very beautiful face, but there is a scar on his forehead, and his complexion is also damaged a lot.

At this moment, after hearing Ah Fu's words and seeing the look in her eyes, Wang Kuang couldn't help but think of someone.

He raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, temporarily put aside the portrait that floated in his mind, and resumed his thoughts just now.

In short, if Akis... no, he must be the murderer. Under this premise, all the abnormal and unimaginable aspects of the case become logical, such as the severed head and siblings, Another example is "Hua Zhen" who swaggered through the market and had a private meeting with the guards.

While thinking this way, Wang Kuang couldn't help but recall the confession he had read in a hurry on the way here:

Huazhen has a weird temper, she usually only allows the wet nurse to serve her close to her, even when bathing and changing clothes;
Huazhen often disguises herself as a maidservant to go out of the house to play, and the servant she pretends to be is Aqisi.

Need more reasons?

Only these two items, together with Ah Fu's autopsy results, the fact that Aqisi murdered and pretended to be Huazhen is basically confirmed. As for the motive of the murder, Wang Kuang also had a vague idea, but now But it's not easy to mention.

The sky is getting darker, the setting sun outside the window has dissipated, and the edge of the peach forest in the distance is smearing the last touch of blue.Wang Kuang stood with his sleeves folded, and the things Ajin stuffed in his sleeve pockets were hard and square, slightly sinking.

Just like his current state of mind.

At that moment, some forgotten people and things, like the sunset outside the window and the things in his sleeve, kept floating and sinking in his mind...

It was night, the bright moon was like water, the idle clouds were pale, and the city was as frosty as silver. The crescent moon high in the sky didn't care at all about the life and death calculations in the world.

On this good night, it is most suitable to ascend the heights to enjoy the scenery, to enjoy the words, to sing among three or five confidants, to nestle beside one or two red emeralds, to sigh the ups and downs of the past and present, and then toss and turn around the flowers before and under the moon to prepare for it. It's a pleasure for people.

However, in an unoccupied courtyard in Zuo Shuai's mansion, Wang Kuang obviously did not have such an elegant mood, and A Jin and A Fu standing in front of him with their heads bowed were full of chills.

"It's ours." Ajin was the first to speak.

He pointed to a stone in Wang Kuang's hand, and said in a very firm tone, "No one in the Jianghu dares to take the name of our villa."

Wang Kuang looked down at the stone.

The stone was slightly smaller than a child's fist. One side was painted with snow-white oil powder, and the other sides were ordinary brick-colored. The upper and lower corners were as flat as a knife. It was obviously cut from the wall by someone with a sharp tool.

(End of this chapter)