In order not to break the seal on the door and expose their tracks, the two came to the side of the landlord under the porch and used a dagger to open a long window. When the window opened, I don't know if it was for psychological reasons or other reasons, both of them felt a cold wind blowing out of the room, and they both shivered.

But the arrow had to be fired, Fang Zi'an led the climb into the house, and Shen Ling'er also turned into it. Fang Zi'an closed the window with his hand back, and the two stood in the dark room for a moment of silence, neither of them daring to move.

Outside, the night breeze was blowing, and the leaves on the treetops rattled in the night breeze. The river in the distance is faint, like wind and thunder. All of this made the room seem dead silent, and both could hear each other's heartbeats and breathing.

Fang Zi calmed down, and secretly scolded himself for being suspicious, and he was nervous when he came to visit the scene, perhaps because he was infected by Shen Ling'er's fearful psychology. He took out the fire fold, blew it a few times, and held it up to the candlestick on the table by the window, and there was still half a candle on it. So I leaned over and lit a candle.

As soon as the candles lit, although the light was still dim, the atmosphere suddenly improved a lot, which made people breathe a sigh of relief. However, at this moment, Shen Ling'er suddenly exclaimed, hid behind Fang Zi'an, and hugged Fang Zi'an's waist tightly.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Fang Zi'an hurriedly asked.

"On the wall, on the wall!" Shen Ling'er buried her face behind Fang Zi'an's back and stretched out her hand to point to the wall in front of her. Fang Zi'an looked up, and he was suddenly frightened.

I saw a portrait hanging on the wall, and an old woman in a beautiful costume sat on a chair, looking forward with blazing eyes. His face was solemn, and his eyebrows were sad. Terrifyingly, those eyes seemed to be staring at the two people in the room. In this situation, when she saw such a portrait at first glance, it was no wonder that Shen Ling'er was frightened.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a portrait." Fang Zi'an swallowed and said in a low voice.

Shen Ling'er gasped and recovered, but she didn't dare to look ahead. Fang Zi'an slowly stepped forward with a candlestick and carefully examined the portrait. After a while, Fang Zi'an said softly, "This is the portrait of the Ding family, and there is a payment underneath." I think it was painted before I was born. When people are old, they have to leave a portrait of themselves. Large families have this habit. ”

Shen Ling'er nodded slightly, still not daring to raise her head. Fang Zi'an handed the candlestick to Shen Ling'er, folded his hands and waved at the portrait, "Aunt Ding, we are here to avenge your grievances, to avenge the Zhang family." If you know something, don't be surprised. ”

Shen Ling'er also hurriedly bowed down and said, "Yes, don't blame us, we have no intention of disturbing." ”

Fang Zi'an turned his head and said in a low voice, "Let's hurry up and check." There is a light in the house, and if it is seen, it will be troublesome. ”

Shen Ling'er nodded silently. The two of them held the candlestick, tried their best to protect the candle flame, and quickly inspected the room. In addition to the table and chairs, there is a large bed and dressing table and two wooden boxes in the room. The bedding on the bed, the clothes in the suitcase were all gone, the table and the dresser were covered with a thin layer of dust, the owner had died, and the place had been uninhabited for many days, and it had become very desolate.

"Where did everything go? Odd. Shen Ling'er said.

"It's not strange that when a person dies, according to custom, the bedding he has slept on, the clothes and utensils he has worn are all going to be burned, and they should all be burned after the burial." Fang Zi'an.

"So how else are we going to find clues?" Shen Ling'er said.

Fang Zi'an frowned, and took Shen Ling'er to the hall and the west wing to take a quick inspection, and did not find any abnormalities. After blowing out the candles, the two men stood in the hall in a daze.

"The scene was completely destroyed, and no effective clues could be found for the time being. I'm afraid this trip is in vain. I was hoping to find some useful clues. Fang Zi'an said.

Shen Ling'er said, "Yes, I can see that it's all cleaned up." The Zhang family cleaned the house and burned Ding's clothes and bedding, and nothing could be found here. ”

Fang Zi'an nodded, and just as he was about to say to leave here, he suddenly heard some strange sounds in his ears. Although the humming was very weak, it sounded very clear to someone like Fang Zi'an.

"What sound? Ling'er, did you hear that? Fang Zi'an said.

Shen Ling'er listened attentively and said softly, "It's nothing, it seems to be the sound of headless flies bumping around." ”

Fang Zi'an said, "Light the candle and go take a look." It's in the East Wing. ”

Shen Ling'er hurriedly blew the fire fold and lit the candle, and the two of them returned to the east wing, following the sound of flies flying around, only to see that in the corner under the bed, there were indeed more than a dozen flies flying around, up and down.

"Strange, how do flies fly at night? It's pitch black, no wonder it's ramming. Shen Ling'er said.

Fang Zi'an squatted down and carefully looked at the dozen or so flies flying under the bed, and said in a deep voice, "They didn't fly originally, but we lit the candle flame and they flew when they saw the light." We disturbed them. The flies were originally gathered under the bed and did not move. ”

Shen Ling'er said, "I see, these flies are really disgusting, what do you want them to do?" ”

Fang Zi'an shook his head and said, "Flies like foul-smelling things, and there must be a reason why they gather under the bed." The candles were left under the bed and waited for them to be quiet. ”

Shen Ling'er put the candlestick on the ground under the bed as she said, and the two of them stared at the dozen or so flies that were bumping around, and after a while, the flies adapted to the light, thinking that the day was coming, and they would no longer fly around. A few flies flew down to the ground, constantly sucking the ground with their mouthparts, and after a while, more flies flew down, and all the flies gathered in a small spot on the ground, crawling around on it, buzzing.

Fang Zi'an said in a low voice, "There is blood on the ground. Definitely. Only the smell of blood can make flies gather here. No one had come in the house for at least a few days, and nothing else could have been. Only the blood stains cannot be cleaned off. Even if the floor is swept and blood seeps from the ground, people can't see it, but flies can smell it. So they gathered around here. When the smell of blood is gone, they will leave. ”

Shen Ling'er was stunned and said, "What does this mean?" ”

Fang Zi'an said, "How did the Ding family die?" ”

Shen Ling'er said, "Didn't you say that you were killed by Zhang Zhuangyuan's father?" I was bumped into something, and then I was strangled with a rope...... Yes! Strangled, how can there be blood here? ”

Fang Zi'an nodded and said, "You're right." Since it was strangulation, how could there be blood here? Isn't that a strange thing? If the flies smelled the blood gathered under the bed, it meant that she had not been strangled, but had been killed by some other means, and that there was blood. In this position, the person was dragged off the bed and bleeding from a stab, right on the outer edge of the bed. In other words, someone else may have killed Ding. ”

Shen Ling'er frowned and said, "But, there's something strange here." Even if there was the smell of blood on the ground, how could Childe be sure that it was the blood stains that Ding had been killed? And not some other bloodstains? ”

Fang Zi'an said, "It's very simple, the Ding family lives in this house, and the Zhang family is everyone's great business, there are servants cleaning the house every day, how can you allow dirty things to attract flies under the bed?" So if it's blood, it's the blood left behind after Ding's death. As soon as Ding died, would anyone else come in here? It could only be Ding's blood. ”

Shen Ling'er nodded slightly and said, "That makes sense." However, since they wanted to frame Lord Zhang, why didn't they just say that Lord Zhang killed Aunt Ding with a sharp blade? Why do you say that he was strangled to death? Isn't that a paradox? ”

Fang Zi'an said softly, "Good question, this is the thoughtfulness of the person who framed him." Framing cannot be without evidence, especially since Master Zhang is still an official, and his son is the champion of the new department, so this framing must be seamless and flawless. Think about it, Master Zhang is a man in his fifties, and Ding is a frail woman in her sixties, do you need a knife to kill such a person? Besides, they said that it was because the Ding clan discovered that Master Zhang was collaborating with the enemy, so they persuaded him. In order to kill people in order to extinguish his passion, Lord Zhang strangled Ding with his hands at that time, and faked the appearance of a normal life. If you bring a murder weapon to kill someone, isn't that a deliberate killing? In that case, it is difficult to make sense. In addition, if it is a murder with an arm, it is necessary to use physical evidence of the murder weapon. That involves whether the murder weapon belonged to Mr. Zhang, where he got it, or where he bought it, all of which must be supported by witness testimony, rather than being fooled around at will. That would be a hassle, and there would be a good chance of creating more holes. Therefore, wouldn't it be better to simply clean up the crime scene and frame Master Zhang directly. ”

Shen Ling'er said, "It makes sense to say that. ”

Fang Zi'an said, "Of course, this is also a speculation for me, what the actual situation is, we still need to verify it." This is just the first step. First of all, we must determine how Ding died, if someone really deliberately concealed the cause of death, then Master Zhang must have been wronged, and we will have more direction and confidence to investigate. ”

Shen Ling'er nodded and said, "So, can we now be sure that Master Zhang was wronged?" ”

Fang Zi'an shook his head and said, "It's not completely certain yet, because whether the Ding family was killed by others or not, you still need to see it to be believed." ”

Shen Ling'er said: "How can seeing is believing? ”

Fang Zi'an smiled at Shen Ling'er and didn't speak. Shen Ling'er was stunned, and suddenly understood something from Fang Zi'an's smile, she stood up in shock and said, "Childe, you won't be ...... Want...... Want to do that, right? ”

Fang Zi'an blew out the candle and said softly, "Let's go, tonight's task is complete." ”

Half an hour later, in the small inn, Fang Zi'an and Shen Ling'er had already bathed and changed their clothes and lay on the mat. Shen Ling'er still seemed to be a little flustered in her heart, and she couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. Fang Zi'an simply hugged her into his arms, peeled her like an aries, and gave a violent sprint, exhausting Shen Ling'er. After the clouds and rain stopped, Shen Ling'er finally fell asleep.

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