PS: One more, Mo Da!

"This dress is yours, isn't it?"

Master Li snorted and asked the official to hand over the pleadings, "Chang's, Li Kun, did you collaborate to kill the Zhou family, if there is no dispute, draw a charge!" ”

"I don't, it has nothing to do with me, my lord knows it, it's his idea alone." Chang Jin'e immediately turned her face, pointed at Li Kun, and explained that it had nothing to do with her.

The adults looked at Li Kun and laughed, there is nothing to say this time, right?

Li Kun looked at Chang Jin'e on the side, and reprimanded him hatefully, she let her do this, so he killed his wife in a moment of confusion.

The two of them slandered each other in the public court, and they didn't let each other go.

Feng Chuan felt a little funny, and the adults sternly reprimanded the two of them not to make noise in the court.

The man said that the lady was very good to him, and when he learned about the two, he cried and refused to stop, he was going to break off the relationship with Chang, but who knew that Chang had a child, and he couldn't bear to divorce his wife, so Chang instigated him and killed his wife.

"My lord, this vicious woman instigated me to kill, otherwise I wouldn't have done it."

The adults finally sentenced the two to beheading, and the next day at the market entrance, they were beheaded at noon to show the public.

Feng Chuan originally planned to go there, but the case came temporarily, and she had no choice but to follow the investigation.

A man, thin and thin, died mysteriously in the back alley of an inn.

There were no visible injuries on his body, just lying on his stomach.

He knew at a glance that he was not a rich person, and he naturally would not rob money.

Feng Chuan was looking at the corpse and met Ren Yongyu.

"Brother Yu."

Ren Yongyu explained. I also saw a case today.

He was on his way to the case when the son of an old man disappeared.

The two said goodbye.

Feng Chuan looked at the person on the ground carefully, his face was pale and terrifying.

Not a person who died of poisoning. It is blue-black or dark purple.

The specific cause of death will not be known until it is brought back to the Yamen.

She had the body taken away first, and she stayed here to look for clues.

Not far from the deceased there were some black impurities.

Feng Chuan carefully took out a handkerchief from his waist and gently picked up the powder on the ground.

There is a footprint around it, facing the haystack on the other side.

Feng Chuan walked over without hesitation and took a closer look.

The weeds were overgrown, and the pile was as tall as a man.

Feng Chuan carefully pushed aside the grass pile and walked in slowly.

Whoosh twice. She shook her body and stared nervously at the haystack.

A shadow flickered by.

Feng Chuan hurriedly jumped up and screamed. A small official hurried over.

She looked at the snake writhing on the ground.

There was something in the place where the snake passed, and when I looked closely, it was shoes.

Who would leave their shoes here without knowing?

Feng Chuan picked it up, and the two shoes on the deceased were there.

Could it be left by the murderer?

Feng Chuan asked the little official to put it away and continued to search secretly in the grass.

It seems that there is a lot to hide in this haystack.

Then she found a lot of things in the grass. A hairpin. A box.

"These things seem to have fallen on someone."

The little official thought it was not strange, after all, there were people passing by here every day, and they could go to the back mountain through this grass, and people often went to the back mountain to cut firewood.

Feng Chuan asked him to take it and go back to investigate.

In the yamen, the man had already analyzed the cause of the man's death.

He was struck in the chest, causing his internal organs to rupture and he died.

"Can you know the approximate height or weight of this murderer?"

He hesitated for a moment, then gently pressed the deceased's chest with his hand.

The deceased was in relatively light health. The average person who can punch him in the ribs weighs about eighty pounds. And judging by the force on his chest, the man should have been beaten to death by a man taller than him.

"Are you sure?"

Nodding his head, he had seen a lot of corpses over the years.

The corpse had a fist-sized depression in its chest.

As soon as I pressed it, I knew that the bone was broken and the internal organs were punctured.

This fist was irregularly shaped, with bruises at the lower end, and the depression was deep, and the upper depression was shallow, and the person must have been taller than the deceased, and with sufficient strength, the fist was from top to bottom.

Feng Chuan took out the powder he found at the scene and carefully opened the veil.

The black powder inside took a look.

He stroked it lightly with his hand, put it next to his nose and sniffed it.

There was no special smell, and I carefully rubbed it with two fingers.

"It's red-hot iron filings."

Iron?

Feng Chuan dipped some of it with his hands.

This thing was around the deceased, and he remembered that the deceased had just had this kind of black gray iron filings on his clothes.

This stuff is usually found only by blacksmiths who do iron work.

Feng Chuan hurriedly asked the little official to investigate, where is the nearest iron shop to the back alley of the inn?

The servants came back for a long time to report that there were two blacksmith shops recently.

One on East Street, one on the northwest corner.

Feng Chuan took people to East Street first.

The blacksmith was an old man, and he sat there silent, polishing something.

Feng Chuan saw that he was old, although he would not have so much strength to kill.

After saying a few words, she went to another shop, where the blacksmith was a young and strong young man.

He asked enthusiastically if there was anything he could help with.

"Have you seen a man look like this lately?" As I said, Feng Chuan took out a portrait from his sleeve, which depicted the man who had just died.

The little blacksmith looked at it and shook his head, there are not many guests every day, and it stands to reason that she will remember everyone who comes, but he really has no impression of this person.

"I'm not impressed, or was there a conflict?"

The man couldn't remember, but he hadn't had any confrontations with anyone.

Feng Chuan and the others went out, and Xiao Yu quickly asked what to do?

"Let's see if there are any other shops nearby!"

The hairpin in the grass looks exquisite, not like the plain silver hairpin brought by the daughter of an ordinary person, why does it appear in the grass?

What is the relationship between the owner of the hairpin and the blacksmith?

Passing by an embroidery village, the female red women are embroidering flowers while playing small songs, beautiful, these female red, good handiwork, all beautiful, good is happy, Fengchuan sometimes feels that their lives are not boring.

"Do you know where there is a place to make hairpins nearby?"

The little official looked at her and hesitated for a while, hairpins are sold everywhere, but he knows one that makes hairpins according to the requirements, and it is not far away.

With that, the two of them went to look.

It's so lively outside this door, and all the women who come in and out are peerless women.

They are as delicate as budding flowers in spring.

They were smiling, and they were surrounded by women with bonuses attached to them.

They are all very good-looking, and the ornaments on their heads are not to mention.

Some may have just brought it, and they are still shaking their heads and asking if the escort on the side is good-looking.

Most of the girls next to him praised the beauty of this headdress. (To be continued.) )