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Yamen received the case, the eldest lady of a family was killed, and she was found dead in her own house, Xiao Mu was busy with other cases, and Feng Chuan was in charge of this case.

Feng Chuan went with a few people, the young lady's house was in a mess, she was lying on her side, holding a pair of scissors in her hand, the maid cuckoo sent food in the morning, found the young lady lying on the ground, screamed, and then ran out to report to the old lady.

It was confirmed that the time of his death was between the time of the second day and the time of the second hour.

Feng Chuan carefully inspected the house, and the things on the ground were cluttered.

A jar of celadon flowers shattered to the ground, containing a little white powder.

A book of poetry fell on the side, Feng Chuan picked it up, there were many incomprehensible words in it, and everyone was bound to serve each other with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The cuckoo couldn't cry, the young lady treated her very well on weekdays, like a sister, and gave her everything, but now she was killed.

"You must find out the murderer, my young lady is a good person, she is gentle and kind, she has never fought or robbed, how could she be killed?" She cried sadly, and Feng Chuan carefully knocked on the porcelain jar on the ground, which contained some powdery items.

"What is this?"

She immediately opened her mouth and explained that this was the medicine of the young lady, she had always been weak and sickly, and Lang Zhong gave this thing when she saw it, which could maintain her body.

The cuckoo stood aside and said that the thing must have been broken by the murderer when he was harming someone.

The old lady was crying in another room, and Feng Chuan looked at and asked Du Juan if there was anyone in the house who was not on good terms with the young lady on weekdays.

She sobbed. Frankly speaking, on weekdays, the second lady and the little master are at odds with the eldest lady.

The eldest lady was born to the lady and the master, but the lady went early. She sensed that she had said the wrong thing and corrected her, "Mrs. of the past." Then he explained that the second young lady and the little young master were the children of the current lady.

Coming and going, not sisters of the same belly, there will be estrangement, but the young lady is magnanimous and humble to her younger siblings. I didn't care about them, but seeing that I was old enough to get married, my wife was thinking about giving a dowry. In the past, the lady left some valuable jewelry and silver, but they were all used by the lord for business, and now the lord wants to fill it, but the lady is unwilling. She also takes care of her own children.

So Madame and her children have a grudge against the eldest lady. If she died, everything would be settled.

The deceased was holding a pair of scissors in her hand, but there was no wound on her body. Feng Chuan guessed that maybe the scissors were left by the murderer.

She asked the cuckoo if the scissors belonged to Miss?

"This—I don't pay much attention to it on weekdays, but Mademoiselle does do some embroidery, and so on......" she turned to the gauze tent and took a basket on a dark hexagonal table. The embroidery and scissors were all there, and she shook her head. These scissors are not Mademoiselle's.

When the murderer escaped, he was afraid that such an important thing would be left behind.

Feng Chuan entered the back room lightly, looking at the messy quilts on the couch, the embroidered pillows were neatly placed, a cup of ginseng tea on the table, and the ground was clean and free of dust.

"Do you clean this house on weekdays?"

Du Juan followed Feng Chuan step by step, and every time she asked, she answered.

"Yes! Miss can't trust others, but occasionally, she feels sorry for me, so she asks someone else to clean it up, and she treats me really well. At this point, she began to weep again.

was killed in the early morning, so this person is certainly from the house, and he broke the jar, so loud noise, can't they hear it?

The old lady in the next room was shedding tears.

Feng Chuan looked at the fake lady and said, "Did you hear any sound between the time of Yin and the time of Mao?"

Madame rushed to speak, everyone was asleep that hour, who would hear the sound?

The old man said frankly that he drank for a long time yesterday, slept very deeply, and still had a headache in the morning.

He cried when he said it, his daughter is usually well-behaved and sensible, but I don't know why I encountered this.

The lady wept, this child usually gets along with her, but now she feels uncomfortable.

"You get along well on weekdays?" Feng Chuan pretended to have questions, and the old man sighed from time to time, and finally explained that if they are not relatives, it is naturally better to be born if they are good, but then again, they get along well.

Feng Chuan listened to Du Juan talk about their relationship, and now it seems that this old man either doesn't know, or protects his wife, so being a father is resentful, Feng Chuan thinks of Yao Jinwu, that disgusting man.

The little official beside her said a word, and she relieved herself, looking at Madame, how do your children get along with the eldest lady on weekdays?

"They have a good relationship, especially my daughter, she is very clingy to her sister, the two are often together, I heard that my sister had an accident in the morning, and now she is still crying in the house." Madame said, hiding her face and sighing.

Feng Chuan arrived outside the door of the second lady's room, there was indeed a cry inside, knocked softly, and she entered.

"You are?" The maid asked politely, and then summoned the second lady, and someone came to visit.

Feng Chuan looked at the second lady on the couch and comforted him softly, don't be afraid, he just came to ask.

When she saw Feng Chuan dressed up, she knew that this was someone from the Yamen.

"What are you doing between the end of the day and the end of the day?" Feng Chuan didn't look at this girl.

She replied simply and clearly, sleeping.

"Did you hear anything?" She clasped her hands and kept shivering, "No, I'm sleeping." ”

Feng Chuan frowned and flicked his sleeves, "You seem to be very nervous." ”

She looked up, her face was pale, although her sister was not born to her mother, but she was a very good person, she was gentle and elegant on weekdays, she never bullied herself, she only had one sister, so she told her anything on her mind, the two often embroidered together, told jokes together, and now she ......

Embroidery?

Feng Chuan looked at her room, on the small table of rosewood there was a knitted basket that was the same as the eldest lady's room, with two handkerchiefs in it, as well as needles and threads, Feng Chuan weighed it and asked where the scissors were?

The second miss panicked, and found that the scissors were missing, and asked the maid next to her if she saw her scissors, Feng Chuan asked the second miss to follow him to the eldest lady's room, pointing to the scissors on the ground and asking if it was this one.

"Yes, but how can it be ......" She remained silent and took two steps back in fear.

After a moment, she shook her head desperately, saying that she had not killed anyone.

"Believe me, I really didn't kill anyone, how could I be here?" She looked around, eager for someone to prove her innocence, and the old lady arrived, and they did not want to enter the room, but the second daughter cried out for a wish, and attracted them to life.

"What happened?" Mrs. looked at her daughter and asked distressedly.

She trembled and pointed to the scissors on the ground, saying that she really didn't make it herself. (To be continued.) )