"In the early hours of the morning, he noticed that there was a sound in the sycamore room, and when he banged the door and went in, he saw that she had committed suicide......"

What happened in the early hours of the morning, I didn't let her know until now, how much delay it would take!

"Why didn't you go to the Lu Mansion to call me earlier?"

"Lu Niangzi is not strange, the tolerance who went to Lu Mansion to report the news earlier was blocked by the Seventh Lady of Lu Mansion, saying that she would inform her about this ......"

It's Lu Yuge again! No wonder she went to find her own stubble early in the morning, it turned out that she was deliberately delaying her own time, as long as she couldn't solve the case of Xiao Mansion, it was estimated that this foreign official would not be able to do it, so the people of Lu Mansion would also look at her jokes!

"Have you ever been at the scene of a crime?" Seeing Wang Erniu shaking his head, Lu Qinghuan said again: "Have you ever invited Helan?" ”

"Please, but Dr. Helan said that he would no longer interfere in the affairs of the yamen, and asked the lady to order Mi to do it."

Lu Qinghuan bit his lip, this Helan really said the same, yesterday he said that he would only test it once for the last time...... In this case, she can't embarrass Helan, it seems that she has to find someone else to conduct an autopsy!

In the Q&A room, several people quickly rushed to Wutong's room, in order to avoid the rosary being afraid, Lu Qinghuan asked her to wait outside the door, and led Wang Erniu into Wutong's room alone.

Wutong's room was on the westernmost side of the wing where Xia lived, and it was not large, with only a sleeping couch and a low table.

As soon as she entered the door, Lu Qinghuan smelled a foul smell, she frowned, and almost immediately guessed the cause of Wutong's death. I saw that the sycamore was hanging under the beam, his eyes were open, his tongue was exposed, and his urine and urine were already **, obviously mechanical suffocation to death.

On the floor beneath the sycamore, there was a fallen couch, a crooked teacup, and a large puddle of water. On the surface, Sycamore once knocked over a teacup while drinking tea, leaving water stains on the floor, after which he collapsed and hanged himself.

Lu Qinghuan carefully checked the traces of the scene, according to the tolerance of the guards last night, there was no movement in the Wutong room last night, and it was not until the early hours of the morning that he heard the sound of the couch overturning in the room, although he was a little strange at the time, he thought that the Wutong got up to drink water and knocked over the couch, so he didn't go to his heart. It wasn't until he heard a strange noise from inside that he realized that something was wrong, and when he slammed the door open, he found that the sycamore was hanging under the beam, and he was out of breath.

"Were you the only one here last night?" Lu Qinghuan looked at this man not only looked tired, his eyes were puffy, his lips were also a little pale, he was sweating profusely, and he kept holding his stomach, which seemed very uncomfortable.

"Back to ...... Back to Lu Niangzi, I stayed here last night......"

"When you broke into the room, did you notice if the door was locked?"

"Yes...... It's locked...... I remember banging a few times before the door ...... Bump it off, and when I light the light, I ...... Only then did I find out that people ...... Hanging above my head...... "The tolerance breath was a little unstable, and his legs trembled slightly when he spoke, and he looked unsteady on his feet.

"...... are you?" Lu Qinghuan asked him suspiciously.

The tolerance face was very bad, wiped a handful of cold sweat on his forehead, and stammered: "Also...... Somehow, last night...... Suddenly, my stomach hurt very much, and I kept running to the thatched house. ”

Hearing this, Lu Qinghuan's suspicions in her heart expanded more and more, she motioned for the man to go back to rest first, and then ordered someone to dismantle Wutong's body and wait for an autopsy.

Taking advantage of the fact that she did not come, Lu Qinghuan carefully examined Wutong's corpse and found that she had no external injuries except for a bruise on her neck, and she was obviously strangled to death by the rope on the beam.

On the surface, it seems that Wutong committed suicide in fear of sin, but for some reason, Lu Qinghuan always felt that something was wrong in his heart.

Let's not talk about whether Xiao Dalang was killed by Wutong, even if she was killed, there is no substantial evidence to prove that it was her, even if she is a thief, she will not choose to cut herself so quickly, right?

Secondly, if what the tolerance said is correct, at dinner last night, Wutong also ate a lot of food, and has a good appetite, so he doesn't look like a person who can't think about it at all, how can he commit suicide in a good manner?

Finally, and the most unusual point, yesterday she also swore that she was pregnant with Xiao Dalang's child, although Xia proved that Xiao Dalang could not have children, but according to the doctor's diagnosis, Wutong was indeed two months pregnant, would she choose to take the child to die together?

Lu Qinghuan looked at the sycamore that was put down by the tolerance and placed on the couch, this girl was a fresh life yesterday, but overnight, it dried up, and incidentally, there was also the little life in her womb that died innocently before it existed.

Although he knew that the death of his life was inevitable, every time he saw such a scene, Lu Qinghuan still felt very uncomfortable. She is not an abusive person, nor is she an emotional character, but she is somewhat sad for her out of reverence for life.

Ah Li, if you are here, if you are still here, you will definitely tell me how to adjust my mentality and forget this negative feeling, right?

Lu Qinghuan sighed, gathered his thoughts, and was about to go out to find clues, but just walked to the side of the broken door panel, and caught a glimpse of a different place out of the corner of his eye.

She stopped, looked at the broken deadbolt suspiciously, and realized that there was a very small gap next to the section, which did not look like it had been knocked out.

She glanced back at the pale brown stain behind her, and finally realized that something was wrong.

The ordinary tea of this era, most of which is cooked with various ingredients, is not suitable for pregnant women to drink, Wutong will not know this, why there is tea in the room?

Last night's tolerance had diarrhea for no reason, which was already very strange, and the sycamore just happened to die so coincidentally, which really makes people think about it.

Just when her heart was full of doubts, Liu Ming walked in from outside the door, and after seeing her, his expression froze slightly, and he said with a slight stiffness: "Lu Niangzi." ”

When he didn't see Liu Ming before, Lu Qinghuan felt a little strange in his heart, but he didn't say it directly, but now when he saw him come in, he asked, "Did you go to find clues just now?" ”

"Just now I went to Xia Niangzi and asked about some things about Wutong." Liu Ming nodded, glanced back at the Xia family who was following behind him, and said to Lu Qinghuan: "After all, Wutong is the maid next to Xia Niangzi, and she has been with her for the longest time, so I'll see if I can ask some clues." ”

"Did you find out?"

Liu Ming was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Lu Niangzi should ask Xia Niangzi in person!" ”

Lu Qinghuan glanced at the Xia family behind him, and saw that her face was even more ugly than yesterday, not only the shadows under her eyes were thick, but even her lips were a little chapped, she must have just experienced the pain of losing her husband, and the maid close to her committed suicide again, and she couldn't bear the blow too much!

Thinking of the pain this woman endured, Lu Qinghuan couldn't help but soften her tone: "I don't know what Xia Niangzi knows?" ”