Feng Chuan took the initiative to take out a few taels of silver, and this shopkeeper was at ease, so he explained that he had read it and left after reading it.

Bai Yu sighed, "Why do you bother? The site has been vandalized, other guests have been stayed, and even if you find clues, how do you know which ones were left that day. ”

"Did you say the woman died in the house that day?"

Bai Yu nodded, because the real cause of the woman's death was that she was choked by the throat and suffocated to death.

But Feng Chuan felt that it was not right to say this, if he really killed the woman in the house, the corpse would fall and be injured if he was thrown out of the window, this was the second floor, and the woman's body would not be unharmed.

Fauber determined that the body was not mutilated and that there were no injuries from the fall.

In the following year, they went downstairs together to find the shopkeeper of the inn.

He was leaning on a large chair with his legs crossed and drinking tea, and when he saw the two of them coming down, he put down the quilt, picked up the pu fan on the side, and flashed a few times.

"Have you checked? It won't come again this time, will it? ”

Feng Chuan didn't answer, and asked if the inn had a back door to the back alley or a quiet path.

The shopkeeper shook his head, there is a wall behind here, where is the path.

He was impatient, and he was not happy to be frequently patronized by the people of the yamen for several days.

"Do you remember that night a man came in with a woman?"

"Remember, of course remember, the man was drunk, the woman was sober, but kept retreating, I stepped forward to ask if I needed help, she flinched and said that the person was going to bully her, I wanted to step forward to stop the man, he punched me, I didn't dare to step forward, I regret thinking about it."

White Feather noticed. "You're the one who found the body that day, right?"

He stood alone beside the platform, not resisting Bai Yu's question, and it was indeed a little strange for him to see the man come out alone the next day. There were not many people that night, and he clearly remembered that the girl did not go out, and it was because he thought of this that he went upstairs to see, and there was nothing, so he turned to leave, and before he left, he instinctively went to close the window, and accidentally found the body of the woman outside the backyard wall. I went to report to the court.

There is no big problem in the words, and now that so many people live in this house, it is difficult to investigate.

It seems that this Yao Zhuo is really going to pay the price for his years of romantic debts.

Feng Chuan looked at the door. Suddenly realized, turned back and asked the shopkeeper, how many guests have been there in the past two days?

"No, there have been a lot of guests these two days!" The shopkeeper said he was happy. I was also troubled by the fact that there were many customers and I couldn't arrange it.

No. Feng Chuan shook his head, he was lying.

She did not hesitate to expose the lies of the shopkeeper.

"You said there were a lot of guests in the past two days?"

The shopkeeper still firmly said that there were many guests, otherwise he would not have arranged the guests in that room.

Since he refused to tell the truth, Feng Chuan had no choice but to expose it in public, she pointed to the traces on the ground and said, he said that there were many guests in the past two days, but the strange thing was that it had rained outside for two days. The inn is very clean on the ground, if there are many guests. There will definitely be a lot of mud footprints left behind.

Also, the two of them have been standing here for so long, they haven't seen a few guests at all, and there are only a few bowls on the cabinet on the side.

In the end, Feng Chuan emphasized the final point, "You have a habit of registering every time a guest comes, just now I saw that there are not so many on this list." ”

Her eyes locked on the shopkeeper, he must be hiding something.

These inferences seemed reasonable, but he didn't admit anything, and smiled, it was just an inference.

"Shopkeeper, were there any other guys that night?"

It's so late, everyone has gone back to rest, and he's ready to close the shop, who is anyone?

"You're here alone, meaning you don't have any witnesses?"

The shopkeeper stayed out of the matter, saying that this matter had nothing to do with him.

He's just unfair, he's just killing people and doing evil, that's why he will report to the official, otherwise he won't be nosy!

"Come with us to the Yamen!"

He was like a frightened bird, his eyes widened, he didn't say anything, and shouted in his mouth that he couldn't wronged a good person, obviously that person did something bad, why did he wronged himself.

He kept talking, all these years he has done business, paid taxes on time, and Tong Suo is not bullied, if he follows away, won't he have a bad reputation.

Feng Chuan looked at Bai Yu, he was unceremoniously, pulled him and asked, whether to go by yourself or be taken away, if you are taken away, I am afraid it will be even more ugly!

"Forget it, forget it!" He is not afraid of the shadow, go and go back!

Along the way, the familiar people they met pointed at each other, and there was no sympathy in their eyes, but some appreciation, appreciating that this yamen was really angry for the people.

Feng Chuan seemed to sense what the people around him were saying.

Hmph, this shopkeeper doesn't have a very good reputation on weekdays.

When he arrived at the Yamen, he still complained about it, and when he saw Master Li, he complained, these two people are so strange that they didn't say anything and arrested themselves here.

Bai Yu carefully explained the situation, and Feng Chuan stared at the side.

This man is not a murderer, and he must have known the murderer.

Master Li asked, and the shopkeeper firmly said that he had not done anything bad.

"Were there any witnesses that night to prove that you didn't kill anyone?"

He was silent, and said calmly after a while, everyone was resting at night, could anyone prove that he had killed someone. His ability to argue made Master Li pause for a moment.

He looked at Fengchuan Bai Yu and asked if there was any evidence that the shopkeeper had a motive to kill.

"My lord, this shopkeeper hates to death and is strange, and he has always said that there are many people in the inn, but there are not many people. He deliberately arranged the guests in the room where Yao Zhuo lived, destroying the evidence at the time of the crime, so I suspect that he deliberately destroyed the evidence, and the girl was the one she killed. ”

"Humph!" The shopkeeper smiled contemptuously, looked at Feng Chuan, and said to the adults with both hands and fists, if this can be regarded as evidence, it will be ridiculous. "Can you trust the girl's reasoning?"

His self-confidence did make Master Li a little suspicious of Feng Chuan's inference, Yao Zhuo was her younger brother, did she misjudge because of this relationship?

It is understandable that people are inevitably selfish when faced with private feelings......

Feng Chuan had nothing to say, just analysis, but no evidence.

She stepped back for the moment and went to find Fauber, she just wanted to know if there was any evidence left on the deceased?

"Feng Chuan, ...... you" Although Fu Bo always criticizes Feng Chuan for working too hard in handling cases, he still likes this girl's intelligence and curiosity.

In the past few days, the evidence on the deceased's body has gathered a total of several points, and he was choked by the neck and suffocated to death. There was scattered rouge powder on the collar, and there were bruises on the wrists, presumably someone pressed his arm with his hand, and the bruises were caused. She had a scar on the corner of her mouth, or she had been beaten.

Feng Chuan approached the corpse and silently talked to it with his heart, "You sue me, what happened?" Who is your killer? ”

The woman lay there motionless with her mouth closed, as quiet as a sleeping person.

(To be continued.) )