got this dictation, coupled with the fact that Wang Xiang was already the secretary of the Criminal Department, and he also needed to personally interrogate the suspected cases, so he could no longer shirk it, so he had to tell Meng Yuan and Fu Geng about the matter.

Weng and his son-in-law learned of this, and after a little discussion, Meng Yuan handed a sign into the palace to face the saint, and I don't know what he and the saint said, when he left the palace, he had an appointment as an envoy of the criminal department.

This is just a fictitious position, but with this fictitious position, Meng Yuan can justifiably follow Fu Jun to investigate the case. Naturally, with him by his side, Wang Xiang and Fu Geng also felt at ease.

It was because of such a big detour that when Fu Jun was officially notified, more than ten days had passed since the time of the crime.

"It's a lot late." In the Linqing Pavilion, Meng Yuan said to Fu Jun like this.

At that time, it was the end of June, Jinling City was hit by heat stroke, there was no wind in the courtyard of Linqing Pavilion, and the birch trees were still straight under the scorching sun, but the leaves were a little wilted, and they were not back to the emerald green of the past/day/day.

Fu Jun sat in front of the table near the window, looking at the white swaying ground under the eaves. Two ice basins are placed outside the fan, exuding a refreshing coolness, sweeping away the heat and dampness that fills the house.

Meng Yuan's long eyebrows furrowed extremely tightly.

For some reason, he always felt that this case was different from the past, as if there was some big conspiracy, and he couldn't say where this feeling came from, but instinctively felt that it was extraordinary.

"I saved it." After a moment of silence, Fu Jun nodded and said, his expression was already solemn, "Will you go tomorrow?" ”

"Hmm." Meng Yuan replied in a low voice, and looked at Fu Jun with some distress, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

Fu Jun smiled and said with some joy: "Fortunately, my mother and they have all gone to escape the summer, so it is more convenient for us to go out." ”

Pei's family left for Bezhuang yesterday.

"If you have time, you can go and sit with your grandfather." Meng Yuan said.

The scene of the crime was in Changle Fang, not very far from Wang Xiang's residence.

Fu Jun said with a smile: "That's the best." It's been a long time since I've seen my grandmother, and I miss her so much. ”

Mrs. Song still entered Beijing in February this year. Because of his age and poor health, he was not accustomed to the soil and water as soon as he arrived in Jinling. After lying in bed for almost a month to get better, Fu Jun had plans to visit her.

The husband and wife have decided, and there will be a maid outside for lunch.

Because the weather was too hot, Fu Jun asked someone to bring the meal in. The two of them had a meal in the house, took a short rest, and then went out under the scorching sun of Jinling City.

Meng Yuan felt sorry for Fu Jun's hard work, and he was very well arranged along the way, and not only an ice basin was placed in the carriage. There is also a large folding fan, and he personally helps Fu Jun to play the fan, and the travel route he chooses is also a lot of trees, so Fu Jun is not very hot on this journey.

The place of the crime is located in a three-entry courtyard in Jinke Lane, Changle Fang, when Fu Jun stepped out of the carriage, Tang Jun, who was guarding the gate of the courtyard, had already received the letter, so he greeted himself and let Fu Jun and Meng Yuan into the courtyard.

Although there are three entrances in this courtyard, the area is not very large. Several tall paulownia trees were planted under the eaves in front of the house, and at this time the shade was thick, as if there was a breeze blowing on the face, but it did not look hot.

Tang Jun led the way, and the group turned to the back house along the freshly painted verandah, and Tang Jun told the case.

The deceased was a head of the household department, surnamed He Minggu, and his wife Zhu. He Gu's official title can only be from the sixth grade, but the position is very important, managing several large grain depots in Beijing. In other words, a big storekeeper.

Due to the hot weather, the household department took a few days/day/day off, ten days ago for one night. He Gu put an ice basin in the room, closed the doors and windows and fell asleep, who would have thought that this sleep would not get up until noon the next day, and no one answered the old servant's knock on the door. The old servant panicked and asked someone to knock the door open, only to find He Gu and his wife lying on the ground. The corpse was covered with blood and melted ice.

Soon after the case was reported to the Criminal Department, the Joint Investigation Division took over, and after conducting an autopsy and on-site investigation, it was found that He Gu and his wife should have died in an accident.

Judging from the fragments of teacups and teapots found at the scene, as well as the obvious impact marks on the bed rail, it should be that Zhu wanted to drink water in the middle of the night, but after getting up, he accidentally stepped on the ice on the ground, slipped and fell to the ground and fainted.

He Gu was about to be awakened by this noise, so he got out of bed and tried to help his wife, but he also accidentally slipped and fell again, and when he struggled to get up after falling to the ground, he slipped again, and the back of his head hit the hard bed rail many times, and finally the back of his head bled to death.

Coincidentally, his body just pressed on the unconscious Zhu's body, He Gu was fatter and sturdy, and the body he pressed down sealed Zhu's mouth and nose, causing Zhu to suffocate to death, if it weren't for the nails of Zhu's hands being cut short and pregnant, the case would have ended as an accident.

However, even though it knew that the case was not an accident, the Joint Investigation Division still could not find any clues about the murderer's crime.

The killer arranged all the qiē perfectly, and the scars on the back of He Gu's head, the slippery footprints on the ground, the broken teacups, and the location of the two corpses at the time of their death all point to the accident.

At this point, Tang Jun couldn't help but sigh: "After checking for a long time, I still followed the example of Cousin Jun, and moved the furniture away to look at it, but I still found nothing." ”

There was some shame in his expression, and a little stunned, Fu Jun glanced at him, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

As a novice who has only been in the industry for less than two years, Tang Jun's appearance is still good, but he lacks some basic common sense, such as the protection of the crime scene. Without any clues, moving the furniture at the scene for no reason, Fu Jun didn't know what to say.

However, this can't be blamed on Tang Jun, limited by the conditions of this era, the criminal investigation methods are naturally not as good as Fu Jun's previous life, which she understands very well.

A few people talked and walked, and soon arrived at the scene of the crime, which was also the west room of the main house of the He family.

At this point, Tang Jun stopped and retreated very consciously, and Meng Yuan only stood still at the door.

Fu Jun stood in front of the fan and looked at the scene in the room.

This is a very ordinary bedroom, the stepping bed, the low couch, several cases, etc. are all made of beech wood, and it can be seen that the room has been cleaned, and the blood stains on the ground have been washed.

However, it was not here that gave Fu Jun a headache, but the layout of this room was completely disrupted, leaving obvious traces of turning. The furniture had all been moved, the wooden floor was clearly scratched, there were still many shoe prints, some were still stained with mud, the windowsill was printed with the handprints of at least two people, and Fu Jun even found a few hairs of different lengths on the ground that obviously did not belong to the same person.

It's a messy scene. Fu Jun couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In such a chaotic crime scene, the traces left by the murderer are either annihilated or confused, and she simply doesn't know where to start.

She had arrived too late, too late to catch a clue from it. By intuition alone, she could tell that she would find nothing from this investigation. (To be continued.) )

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