A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

This time the person who died outside the city was still the son of a distinguished noble, but this time the identity of the deceased noble was unusual. He was Liang Baolin, the grandson of the Duke of Qi, and the Duke of Qi was the elder brother of the Queen Mother.

The nature of this case was unusual. On the way to the scene, Zhang Jin briefly described the case.

The young prince died in the middle of the night, and two young servants were knocked unconscious in their sleep. The guards patrolled the night and found that the door of the pavilion where the young servants lived was ajar. When they pushed the door open, they couldn't see anything, so they quickly entered the inner bedroom. The young prince Liang Baolin There was already blood splattered on the spot, and he was already dead.

Why do you say "little prince"? Because Liang Guogong has not passed the title to his son, his son can only be the prince. If Prince Qi gives birth to a son, of course he cannot inherit it. Although he has not inherited it, people in the capital call him "little prince".

The case was first reported to Jingzhao Mansion. They inspected the yard and found nothing. They found some climbing scratches on the tree poles and walls of the small garden, like traces of a thief passing by.

Yeats had a habit of asking, "Was there any damage on the scene?"

Zhang Jin shook his head and said, "Brother Teng and the others are gone." Shuntian Mansion handed over the case to Dali Temple. He knew just this when the handover was made. He didn't know anything about the situation at the scene.

Due to the special identity of the deceased, the Queen Mother ordered Dali Temple to immediately solve the case and catch the murderer. Pei Jingning of Dali Temple went to the scene personally and quickly arrived at the scene of the crime with a group of people from Dali Temple.

Although it was a separate courtyard, the house was extremely luxuriously decorated, but because of the horrible death condition of the deceased and blood everywhere, it became eerie and scary.

The deceased Liang Baolin was half-lying on the round table opposite the bed. The two small stools beside the table were tilted here and there. Blood was spattered on the ground, up and down the table, and on the teacups and vases that fell to the ground.

There were several people standing at the door of the room, with different expressions. Except for Jingzhao Yin Fu Yin, Ye Zhi had met them a few times, and none of them knew them. When they saw Pei Jingning, only Jingzhao Yin Zheng raised his hand to greet him, "Pei Shaoqing, come here. La."

Pei Jingning returned the favor and said, "Master Zheng..."

Mr. Zheng turned sideways, and Pei Jingning stepped forward, "This junior has met the Duke."

After the death of his direct grandson, the Duke of Qi looked sad but also stern and angry. He did not give Pei Jingning a good look, "Master Pei, how long has it been since you raised such a waste with the salary of the court?"

He started to scold him angrily, which was really the arrangement of the old uncle Guo.

Everyone on the side held their breath.

Pei Jingning's expression did not change at all, and he said calmly, "There are millions of people in the capital, but Zi Qian is not talented. He really doesn't have the ability to train hundreds of people in Dali Temple to solve crimes at the first sight. If the Duke has such talents, Zi Qian is willing to give them up." Give way to the wise.”

"You..." Qi Guogong stretched out his hand and was about to poke it, but was stopped by Mr. Jingzhao Yinzheng beside him, "Master Guo, calm down... calm down, now is not the time to pursue many unsolved cases, we should quickly find the person who killed the young prince. murderer."

The Duke of Qi snorted coldly and threw up his sleeves, "If you don't find the murderer of my grandson, I will kill you one by one."

Everyone in Dali Temple lowered their heads and lowered their ears as they listened.

Pei Jingning turned to look at Yeats and others.

Yeats caught his gaze, nodded slightly, and turned around. Yang Fuquan immediately took the outfit. Yeats, Yan Zuozuo and others put on protective clothing and hand and foot gloves in front of Qi Guogong and others, avoiding blood stains and entering the scene.

Qi Guogong looked at the people from Dali Temple pretending to enter the scene with a gloomy face, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know what was in his mind.

It was similar to the scene where Pei Fuma's nephew was killed last time. Yan Wuzuo motioned Yeats to look at the deceased's mouth, where one of the front teeth was missing.

Yan Zuozuo also examined the deceased's pupils, nasal cavity, etc., "Prince Qi died at midnight last night. His throat was cut with a dagger and he was bled to death. There were injuries on his face..."

Yeats picked up the hands and arms of the deceased and looked through them. "There are traces of resistance. The deceased had a confrontation with the murderer before he was killed..." Yan Zuozuo leaned close to the deceased's mouth and said, "Prince Qi drank a lot of wine before he died."

Yeats pointed to the traces of resistance and said, "That's why he was drunk and confused, and struggled without any structure..."

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After checking the deceased, Yeats took out a magnifying glass and tweezers to look for evidence. When he was about to collect fingerprints, a middle-aged man pointed at Yeats and said, "Did you find someone's fingerprints? Hurry up and get them." Just give orders.

Yeats, who was squatting at the table, stopped his hands when he shouted and looked at Pei Jingning.

"Work on your case."

"Yes, my lord."

Someone supported him, but Yeats ignored the other person and continued to look for fingerprints with a magnifying glass, but the table, stools and other objects had obviously been wiped and no fingerprints were left.

Qi Baolin's father, the eldest son of the Duke of Qi, was so angry at Pei Jingning's calm attitude as an old monk. If the Queen Mother hadn't been in real power now, or if Pei Jingning hadn't been a popular figure in front of the Holy Emperor, how could he, the son of an uncle of the state, look down on Pei Jingning? In the eyes.

He angrily threw up his sleeves and left.

Duke Qi was standing on the other side of the corridor angrily. Prince Qi walked to his father's side and whispered, "Father, the boy named Pei is unreliable. Why don't you ask King Han to help us find out who the murderer is in private?"

Duke Qi looked into the room along the corridor. A group of people from Dali Temple were wandering around the room, extremely dissatisfied. If Pei Ziqian hadn't been standing there, he would have gone up and whipped them.

"Yeah." He hummed.

Hearing his father relent, Prince Qi couldn't help but wipe his eyes with his sleeve, "If you dare to kill Bao'er, I will make them all go to the eighteenth level of hell."

For some reason, Yeats felt a chill on his back. The tweezers caught a piece of fabric and almost missed it in the evidence bag. Pei Jingning looked over and gave him a look that said he had nothing to fear.

As if he was not afraid, Yeats straightened up, walked to Pei Jingning's side, and whispered, "Sir, if Duke Qi doesn't believe in Dali Temple, will they find the murderer secretly?"

As long as we really find the murderer, we're just afraid of killing innocent people.

Pei Jingning's eyebrows moved, and he moved his eyes calmly to the father and son in the corridor. As a first-class Duke of Qi, he was also the most honored uncle of the State. It was not unreasonable to secretly find the murderer. possible.

In less than half a day, all the evidence that could be found at the crime scene was found, and evidence bags were collected for everything that could be used as evidence.

After checking all the servants in other courtyards, Teng Chong arrived at Ye Zhi and asked quietly, "Brother Ye, has your criminal profile been published?"

Yeats looked at the onlookers. The leaders were Qi Guogong and his son. They were looking at her with stern eyes. Qi Shizi asked leisurely, "I heard that Master Ye can tell the characteristics of the murderer after inspecting the scene." Qi Ba, Mr. Ye, you have finished surveying the site, please tell me."

Yeats's face suddenly switched from a cold expression to a smile mode, and he cupped his hands and said: "My lord, my prince, the people from Dali Temple were not the first to arrive at the first scene of this case, so this opportunity has been lost, and there is nothing I can do about it."

"The first opportunity?" Qi Shizi was half doubtful and half puzzled, "You mean the first person to investigate the case can get it..." If it weren't for his son who died, Qi Shizi would have been so frightened that he could bear it at this moment. .

There were a bunch of people standing in front of the huge room door, but you could hear a pin drop, and everyone understood what Yeats meant when he finished speaking. (End of chapter)