At present, Yin Seventeen has no intention of appreciating it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She was shocked in her heart, and her face was calm, trying not to let Zhan Yan see her panic.

Zhan Yan seemed to see something, and he took a step back and said:

"What do you have to explain?"

Yin Seventeen's tense nerves relaxed, and she didn't dare to look at his eyes:

"Nothing to explain......"

Zhan Yan knew that if he didn't tell the reason, she wouldn't admit or confess anything, so he slowly recalled:

"You stand on a chair, bite your index finger and drop blood on the beam, and then you seem to see something in mid-air, and your mouth is full of words, and your brow is knotted......"

He stared straight at Yin Seventeen: "What did you see that night, so that you picked up Lin Changsheng and Chen Yue to go to the palace with you the next day?" ”

That's it, I really let this kid bump into a few real murderers.

Seeing that Yin Seventeen was embarrassed to speak and stopped, his delicate eyebrows were twisted again, so entangled that he didn't even dare to look at him, and Zhan Yan had to make up again:

"If you still don't want to say it, then you owe it first, and when you think about it, you can tell me again after you make sure you don't make up a set of words to lie to me."

Yin Qiqi's heart was sunny in an instant, but there was no reaction on his face, and he couldn't let her respond to it.

Then Yiying, doesn't it indirectly admit that she does have ghosts?

One morning, Zhan Yan and Yin Seventeen visited the homes of the three deceased.

As a result, these three people had no connection, had nothing to do with each other, were completely passers-by, but they were shot and killed on the same day.

After carefully inquiring about any personal grievances that caused the killing, the families of the three people all shook their heads and said no.

After leaving the last family of the deceased, Yin Seventeen returned to the yamen with Zhanyan.

The two walked past the Yimen and walked to the room on the right, where they needed to hear more detailed autopsy results from Shi and Zhenwenpo.

Before he arrived at the room, Yin Seventeen felt that since he was going to run errands with Zhan Yan in the future, it was always not good to have an impeachment in the middle.

She decided to confess something, thought for a while, and said:

"Zhan Zhutou, the reason why I pointed directly to the third floor of the Guanhua Pavilion is because the shooting point on the second floor is too low, and the height of the fourth floor is also possible, but because I had gone with my grandmother to see the girl in the Guanhua Building before, I knew that the room facing the street on the fourth floor of the Guanhua Pavilion was closed for many years, and the windowsill was nailed tightly by several thick wooden boards.

If the murderer uses the room facing the street on the fourth floor of the Guanhua Pavilion as a shooting point, the murderer must first remove the thick wooden plank that was nailed to death, and then nail it back after removing the killing.

Being able to shoot three people without leaving a trace at the point of shooting, I don't think the murderer should be such a stupid person. ”

Zhan Yan glanced at Yin Seventeen, and asked indifferently:

"Your grandmother is the doctor Tao?"

Yin Seventeen was not surprised that he would know that after the murder of Wang Yizhong was solved, there should be no one in the yamen who did not know about her relationship with Granny Tao's ancestors and grandchildren.

Because of her mother-in-law Tao's entry into the yamen, everyone now knows that her filial piety touched the sky, and God let her catch a few real murderers half-guessing.

She laughed at this.

It's okay for everyone to think so, so that she doesn't have to explain.

Zhan Yan didn't think so, he thought that Yin Seventeen must have some secrets, and the strange behavior he saw with her own eyes that night, as well as her extremely accurate judgment of the shooting point this morning, made him have to look at this Yin Seventeen squarely.

Originally, he transferred her to his side just to find out the truth about her strange behavior that night, but now that he listened to her analyze the case in an orderly manner, he felt that maybe she really had the talent to investigate the case.

Zhan Yan said: "Your analysis is very correct, but there is nothing you can't say, why didn't you tell me the truth earlier?" ”

Yin Seventeen said innocently: "Didn't you ask me why I knew that Guanhualou and Jiaohualou were shooting points?" I can't really answer that, it's just a gut feeling, I can't explain it. ”

Although the sniper's choice of sniper point is different from the shooting point chosen by cold weapon arrows, it is generally not as good as the fundamentals, and in her previous life, she was not only familiar with firearms, but also hunted with cold weapons.

From this, she can certainly find a few places where the murderer probably used as a shooting point.

But she couldn't say that.

Zhan Yan only raised his eyebrows slightly at what Yin Seventeen said, and then didn't say anything else.

The two of them entered the room together, and Shi and Zhen Wenpo were there.

The results of his re-autopsy did not give the two better clues to solve the case.

The three deceased had no other wounds or other medicines on their bodies except for the wound from which the arrow pierced the heart.

Back in the headcatcher's room, Zhan Yan frowned and pondered.

Yin Seventeen obediently went to soak a pot of Ming Qian Longjing, poured a cup with a smile and handed it to Zhan Yan.

He took it and said, "Do you like tea?" ”

Yin Seventeen nodded: "Tea can refresh and relieve worries, it is a good thing, I like it." ”

Zhan Yan became interested: "I know this refreshment, but this is the first time I've heard of it." ”

Yin Qiqi put a whole pot of Ming Qian Longjing on the high table, poured a cup for herself, and sat down in his seat seat, she slowly tasted the fragrant tea in the white porcelain blue and white cup:

"But whatever you like, it can more or less solve your worries."

Zhan Yan then understood what she meant, the so-called joy is precious, and evil is nothing.

He laughed it off, and without further ado, spoke of the three deceased:

"The deceased Zeng Jiaming and Li Hao were both guests of Yingcui Building, and the female deceased Narcissus was the head of Yingcui Building, these three people are all related to Yingcui Building, we went to Yingcui Building at night to inquire about what happened that night."

Yin Seventeen said: "Well, according to their family members, none of these three people have a grudge against anyone, even Li Hao, who is a businessman, has never had a quarrel with an opponent, except for being a good woman, he can be regarded as kind."

As for Zeng Jiaming, it is even simpler, he is a native of Zengjia Village, and Yingcui Lou was happy that night, and he also held the silver taels for a long time......"

Thinking of the scene when the wife and children of Zeng Jiaming's family cried earth-shattering when they heard the news of his death, Yin Qiqi couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with this farmer who was honest on the surface but on the inside.

Zhan Yan Jianyin Seventeen stopped halfway through his speech and asked:

"What? Do you think Zeng Jiaming's death deserves it? ”

Yin Seventeen was guessed to be thinking, and said stupidly:

"No, it's a human life after all, I just don't feel dissatisfied with this Zeng Jiaming, and I definitely won't think like this, but I pity the orphans and widows in his family, and I have no one to rely on since then."

Zhan Yan glanced at the sensual Yin Seventeen, and then changed the topic:

"Narcissus is the top brand of Yingcui Building, but Zeng Jiaming died in front of Yingcui Building one after another, less than two steps away from the place of death, Narcissus is behind, Zeng Jiaming is in front, which shows that it was Narcissus chasing Zeng Jiaming at that time, which is a bit strange."

Yin Seventeen's mind came to mind the narcissus lying coldly in the small room dedicated to Zhen Wenpo, the narcissus was in full bloom, it was the good years of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a beautiful face and skin like clotted fat, which was worthy of being the top brand of the Flower Pavilion.

Narcissus had only one old mother in the family, who was still a mute who could not speak, and Narcissus was killed in this way, and the mute mother has been without support since then.

She clearly remembered the expression on the face of the mute mother when she learned of Narcissus's death, a contradiction that was beyond grief but finally relieved.