A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 24 Wife Killing Case (2)

Yeats smiled helplessly, "Brother Teng, the case has just been received, so there is no need to be in such a hurry!"

Does it have anything to do with being in a hurry?

"The first time we met, you found the murderer at the scene. Now there are two suspects at the scene of the crime. Both of them said that they didn't kill the man. With your fiery eyes, I'm afraid you can tell who the murderer is at a glance, right?"

Yeats was almost speechless, "You regard me as a fairy?"

It's no different from a fairy!Teng Chong blinked.

Yeats pushed him, "Hurry up and cooperate with Lu Sicheng to investigate the case."

Teng Chong still didn't give up, "You follow me to the scene of the crime."

"This……"

"What...that..., since you are a member of the capital, it is hard for us to work hard, don't think that Master Shaoqing treats you to eat..."

"Stop, stop." Yeats obeyed, "It's okay if I go."

"It's more or less the same." Teng Chong was proud.

Ye Zhi thought, was it so ostentatious to have dinner with Pei Shaoqing last night?Teng Butou, who is busy with the case, knows it, no way!
It was already dinner time when the people from Dali Temple arrived at the scene of the crime yesterday. Due to the light, the people from the Rongbo Mansion did not clean up the crime scene. When Teng Chong arrived with Yeats, except for the removed dead body, nothing else had been touched.

While watching the scene, Yeats listened to Teng Chong talk about the corpse and the on-site survey.

"The dead are lying here." Teng Chong walked to the ground not far from the wall, "Look at how much blood has been shed when there are so many lumps on the ground."

Indeed a lot.

Yeats asked: "The deceased had scissor wounds, club wounds, punching and kicking wounds, didn't he?"

Teng Chong nodded, "Well, how much Cui Shizi must hate his wife to beat him so badly."

Yeats leaned closer to the wall, carefully looked at the blood splashed on the wall, and reminded him: "There are two people who say they are not the murderer."

Teng Chong was stunned for a moment before he realized: "You mean, two big men hit a weak little woman together?"

"Anything is possible." Yeats kept staring at the blood on the wall, and even touched the blood with his hands.

"Did you find anything?" Interested, Teng Chong also stepped forward to touch the blood on the wall.

Yeats left the wall, turned around, squatted down to the place where the deceased lay down and looked at it for a while before getting up, and then simulated the posture of lying down here from different angles.

While speculating, he asked, "What kind of person is Cui Shizi?"

Teng Chong was curious about how she was going to perform, and when he heard this, he immediately opened the door to talk, "Cui Changhao is a top-notch among the children of the family. He has read a lot of poetry and books, is full of knowledge, and behaves noble and gentle. If he is said to be a murderer, no one will believe him."

Yeats picked up a plum vase on the ground, and he tidied up a few peacock feathers scattered on the side and put it in. He got up to have a look, and put it on the half table by the wall.

"How is the relationship between Cui Shizi and his wife? How many children have they had?"

Teng Chong felt a little regretful: "It is said that the two have a good relationship with each other, but it is a pity that they have only one daughter after ten years of marriage."

"It is said? What do you mean?"

"It's estimated that even brothers and sisters who live in the same mansion can't see through this kind of thing of living behind closed doors."

How deep is the courtyard of the ancient Gaomen mansion, and outsiders really can't get a glimpse of the real state of the couple.

"Who is that other person who said he was not the murderer?"

"This person's name is Min Changxian..."

"Changhao...Changxian..." Yeats read aloud.

Teng Chong said, "Both of them have long characters in their names. It is said that they became friends because of their names."

"How long have the two been friends?"

"Last night I asked the two boys, their friendship has been going on for nearly 15 years."

"That is to say, they have known each other since they were thirteen or fourteen years old." Yeats nodded and asked, "How did the two of you say that you are not a murderer?"

Teng Chong didn't understand.

"Are they just saying that they are not the murderer, or are they trying to blame each other for being a murderer?"

Upon hearing this, Teng Chong had a complicated expression, "When we arrived at the scene yesterday, both of them were not there."

Yeats raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"When I arrived at the scene yesterday, the scissors and the stick were thrown beside the deceased. The clothes that Cui Shizi had changed were discovered by the girl and there was something wrong, so the steward brought people to Yazhuju..."

Yeats interrupted him, "You mean Yazhu Residence belonged to Prince Cui..." She didn't know much about the various houses in the daily life of the ancients.

"Yazhuju is the courtyard where Cui Shizi specially gathers with literati. As long as he doesn't want others to come in, ordinary people can't come in."

"Does every son of aristocratic family have a yard like this?" Yeats asked.

"Probably." Seeing Yeats looking at him thoughtfully, Teng Chong quickly waved his hands, "I don't have one at home, I just meet guests in the study or hall. Only these literati and senior family members have such a large private yard."

Yeats laughed lightly, walked out of the room, walked through the wing, walked through the hall, reached the corridor outside the door, retreated to the corridor, and looked at the room just now. The room was very deep, and the inside of the room could not be seen at a glance from the door.

She told Detective Zhang to go in quickly, "Call my name in a normal voice."

Zhang Jin looked at the boss inexplicably.

Teng Butou kicked him, "Go if Ye Pingshi tells you to go."

Zhang Jin grinned and went in, and after a while, his voice came out.

Yeats asked him to shout several times at different volumes, "Okay, that's fine."

Excitedly, Teng Chong moved to his side, "Brother Ye, have you found the murderer?"

Yeats looked at him, "Not yet."

"Ah..." Teng Chong looked very disappointed.

Yeats smiled lightly, "Come on, let's go to Cui Shizi's study."

Sure enough, he is the eldest son of the Rongbo Mansion, he has quite a collection of books, and the calligraphy and paintings scattered on the desk look quite purposeful.

Yeats beckoned, and a young servant on duty came in tremblingly at the door, "My lord, what are you looking for?"

"Are these the words and paintings of your son?"

"There are also Mr. Min's calligraphy and paintings."

"Those are Mr. Min's?"

The boy pointed it out one by one.

Teng Chong said, "If it wasn't for the servant's identification, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the two characters."

Both of them wrote in Feibai style.

A special kind of calligraphy, the strokes are mixed with little white marks, and can give people the feeling of flying, so it is called "Feibai", also known as Feibai calligraphy.

Yeats didn't like it much.

"Let's go."

"Where are you going this time?" Teng Chong had a feeling that Yeats seemed to have found the murderer, but he just refused to say.

After watching the scene and getting to know Cui Shizi, Yeats did have some ideas about the murderer, but it still needs a lot of evidence to make these ideas a conclusive result.

"Get to know Min Changxian."

Teng Chong followed Yeats and left EASECOX, and said as he walked: "Min Changxian is not from Beijing, he is from Taiyuan. More than ten years ago, he took part in several scientific examinations, but he stopped at Juren, so he gave up the examination and went to study abroad."

"What is the family background of the Min family?"

(End of this chapter)