As a medical concubine

Chapter 58 The man
There is a suicide note in the middle of the desk.

"I knew something would happen one day, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. For the past six years, I have lived in regret and fear all the time. The lady saved my life, but instead of being grateful, I entangled the lady's people. In the end, I paid my revenge and killed Miss. I am an unforgivable sinner. Now, I am going to the hell to make amends to Miss. Please send my money to Mujiazhai, Xiangxi, Jiangnan Road after I die. There, there are Miss's last relative, Mu Yunzhi."

After Huazhu finished reading the suicide note, she asked doubtfully, "Mu Yunzhi? I seem to have heard of it somewhere."

After comparing the handwriting on Mrs. Dong's account, she said to Liao Zicheng who was examining the corpse: "The handwriting is very similar. It seems that she committed suicide in fear of crime. How long has she been dead?"

"Judging from the condition of the pupils, rigor and corpse spots, it's not more than an hour and a half." After Zheng Se finished speaking, Liao Zicheng got up and walked to Hua Zhu's side.

Huazhu handed him the suicide note, and he gently raised his hand to refuse, his sharp eyes swept over the brush, inkstone and teacup on his right, "Judging from the color of the tea leaves and tea water, the brewing time is about one hour. The teacup There is pale pink lip balm on the edge, that is to say, an hour ago, Mrs. Dong made a cup of tea and sat here to write..."

Speaking of this, he paused, thoughtful.

Huazhu shook the white paper in her hand, "Write a suicide note!"

Liao Zicheng's eyes sparkled meaningfully, "When you write, where do you put the tea?"

"The left hand side! The right hand needs to write, so it's not convenient to hold the teacup." Huazhu compared the movement of writing with the right hand and holding the cup with the left hand, and then she was shocked, "Ms. Dong's teacup is on the right, that is to say, she Are you left-handed?"

Liao Zicheng nodded, his cold eyes narrowed, "Her bedside table is on the left, and the toiletries are also on the left, and there are thin calluses and dents on the thumb and index finger of her left hand, which are caused by long-term use of embroidery needles." There are various indications that her habitual hand is the left hand. A person who is accustomed to the left hand will not put the writing tool on the right side. This suicide note was not written by Mrs. Dong."

"So, it was murder?" Huazhu stared intently, "But you just said that Mrs. Dong was sitting here, making a cup of tea, and writing... something."

Liao Zicheng glanced at the half-drunk tea, "She did write it, but it's gone."

To be exact, he was taken away by the murderer!

After checking every corner of the room again, Liao Zicheng gave the above conclusion.

They just suspected that Mrs. Dong was the murderer, and Mrs. Dong was killed.

According to the time inference, Mrs. Dong was killed half an hour after finishing talking with them.

When they left, the servant woman also left, and the servant woman stayed at home to catch the New Year's goods, which can be confirmed by the confessions of the villagers.But Yang Qian visited the nearby residents and found no suspicious person, nor heard any quarrel.

Huazhu took out the booklet and pen, turned to the page of the case of the burning of the third master Wang, and said: "The two cases have in common, first, there are no witnesses; second, there is no fight; third, there are no witnesses." Leaving any physical evidence. It is more likely that an acquaintance committed the crime. The murderer knew both Mr. Wang and Mrs. Dong, and then had a grudge against Liu Zhaozhao."

Liao Zicheng nodded, "One more thing."

"What?" Huazhu raised her head, looking at him with misty eyes.

Seeing her tired appearance, Liao Zicheng's eyes darkened, and he picked up the suicide note, "When you asked Mrs. Dong if Liu Zhaozhao had any relatives, she replied 'probably not'. Her expression told me that she wasn't lying."

"So, she doesn't know that Liu Zhaozhao has relatives still alive, and it is even more impossible to write the names and addresses of relatives in the suicide note. Who is the murderer? How do you know Liu Zhaozhao better than Mrs. Dong?" I have seen such a complicated case.When the murderer is found out, he must be asked for mental damage fees!Huazhu wanted to bite the pen again.

Liao Zicheng patted the table, Huazhu was startled, and put the pen back in his pocket resentfully.

Liao Zicheng said again: "Do you still remember what you said you felt from the charred corpse?"

Huazhu glanced at him, "Remember, it's hatred, a kind of hatred that wants to crush the dead."

"From poisoning to burning corpses, in six years, the murderer's psychology has undergone distorted changes. So in these six years, he, or she, has not been happy. Of course, it may be that something has touched him recently. The nerves reminded him of the injury he had suffered before, and this injury came from Liu Zhaozhao. In addition, the murderer has a good appearance and background, careful thinking, and is good at disguising. If you get in touch with him, you will find him easy to get along with."

After speaking, his slender fingers flicked lightly on the table a few times, as if playing some kind of musical instrument, elegant and dignified.

But thinking of what he said, Huazhu felt terrified, "Listen to what you said, why do I feel that we have already met the murderer? Impossible!"

Liao Zicheng said slowly: "'Exclude all possibilities, and what remains, even if it is impossible, must be the truth'."

After speaking, he walked to the bed, picked up Mrs. Dong's shoes and looked at them, "Ms. Dong didn't want to write just now, but to draw a map."

Huazhu looked at him suspiciously.

Liao Zicheng scraped off the sand, grass clippings and a piece of white paper money with tweezers, pointed it at the candlelight, and said, "Ms. Dong first went to pay homage to Liu Zhaozhao, and then returned to the room to draw a map for us. Although, the map was Taken away, but the soles of her shoes still leave the answer."

The first half of the month.

In front of the Xuan window, Yan Bo and Leng Rou sat silently, even though He Liancheng had called out three times, saying that Mrs. Dong was dead, and hurried to visit the small courtyard, Yan Bo had no intention of leaving at all.

"Sister-in-law three, you have been widowed in Yan's house for the past six years, and you must be feeling very bitter." Yan Bo has always respected and praised this lonely sister-in-law, but at this time, he expressed his condolences with a rare expression. cold.

Leng Rou took away Yan Bo's cold tea, filled a new cup, and said in a warm voice: "I heard that you were waiting for me here before dark, didn't you eat? I just didn't eat, so I'll call the servants Pass meal."

"No need, I'm not hungry, I believe the third sister-in-law is not in the mood to eat at this time." Yan Bo looked at her with a grim complexion fixedly, "I haven't asked the third sister-in-law why she left the table early today, why did she wait until just now?" Go back home?"

(End of this chapter)