Chapter One Hundred and Five: Jia Fang Died

Hearing this, Zhao Qingnan didn't speak, but Long Yingtai on the side accosted: "This is not done by people, what else can it do?" Could it be a ghost! ”

Seeing that the faces of the people in the room changed, Lu Qiao looked even more scared.

Xiao Er on the side hurriedly stepped forward mysteriously and spoke: "Don't say it, my lord, you really have something wrong in this courtyard." Two years ago, in the row of houses where Ma Jun died, a woman really died. At that time, I remember that four men and three women lived in this inn, and they rented the rooms in the back. At that time, and now day, it was raining.

At that time, I remember that when these people came to stay at the hotel, it was strange. The man looked fierce, and the three women were miserable, and all of them had heavy eyes from crying, and they never came out of the house again. At that time, I also told the shopkeeper that I was afraid that the strongman had kidnapped someone's girl, and said that I would report to the official, but our shopkeeper was afraid of things and didn't let me worry about this idle matter. At dawn the next day, guess what, the people were gone by the time I went to the backyard. A female corpse wrapped in a quilt on the bed was already cold. ”

Xiao Er said with a look of palpitations.

Zhao Qingnan saw Lu Qiao, and when he heard these words, his body trembled slightly.

Just when she was scared, she immediately said: "How can there be ghosts in this world, don't scare others with this alarmist." ”

Seeing Zhao Qingnan say this, the shopkeeper was afraid of offending the housekeeper, so he couldn't say any more.

I quickly changed my words.

"What the adults are saying is that it's all my nonsense."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Shen Liang standing on the stairs on the second floor.

"Your Excellency, you might as well come up and have a look."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingnan sighed in his heart, immediately glanced at Xiao Junyi, and went up to the second floor.

Just looked at Jia Fangfang's room on the second floor, the door was ajar.

As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a smell of blood, and Jia Fang was sitting on the ground with his back against the bed board, his face expressionless, his lips were white, and he had a dagger in his chest.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and he was holding a golden hairpin in his hand like Qin Tian, but Jia Fang's hand was a peach blossom hairpin.

Looking at Jia's corpse, everyone was dumbfounded.

Long Yingtai was so frightened that he couldn't speak: "This... What's going on? Wasn't he still fine just now? We also asked why the man died here. ”

Lu Qiao, who followed in, screamed in fright when he looked at Jia's corpse, turned around and was about to walk out.

But because he was afraid, he almost tripped over a stool and fell to the ground.

Suddenly pointed to a corner behind the desk: "What's that?" ”

Zhao Qingnan looked over and saw a ball of clothes stuffed in the corner.

Immediately shouted: "Shen Liang." ”

Shen Liang hurriedly stepped forward and took out the things and put them on the table: "My lord, it's clothes." ”

Shen Liang said with an extraordinarily solemn expression on his face: "There are still blood stains on this clothes. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Qingnan and Xiao Junyi stepped forward, and sure enough, they saw blood sprayed on their clothes, and they were in the position of their chests.

There was silence.

Long Yingtai looked at these clothes, and suddenly looked like he suddenly realized: "Oh, I know, this is the evidence that Jia Fang is wearing to kill Qin Tian." He killed Qin Tian, originally thinking that he could blame Ma Jun, but he didn't expect that we would find Ma Jun's body and search all the rooms. Knowing that these clothes could not be disposed of at all, he committed suicide. ”

"But if he commits suicide, he will commit suicide, why should he hold a woman's hairpin when he commits suicide, is it his wife's, this Jia party is reluctant to be a lady?" The more Long Yingtai said, the more outrageous it became.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he could only sneer.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingnan looked at Shen Liang: "When you came in, were you locked up?" ”

Hearing this, Shen Liang nodded: "At that time, Liu Yunlong and I knocked on the door outside with the yacha, and no one answered inside, but his housekeeper said that he had never seen anyone go out inside, so he broke down the door, but I didn't expect to see this picture, this person is dead." ”

"I also specially checked the windows, they are all locked, the only one is open against the small window on the side, but this window is too small for normal people to enter and exit." Liu Yunlong was afraid that Zhao Qingnan would not believe it, so he made a special comparison himself.

Looking at Jia Fang's corpse, the expression on Zhao Qingnan's face became more and more solemn.

Just now, when she ruled out that Ma Jun was the murderer, she just suspected Jia Yifang, but she didn't expect Jia Yifang to die tragically in her room.

And bloody clothes also appeared in the room.

Zhao Qingnan looked at the bloody clothes on the table, the blood stains on it had not yet dried, and his hand rubbed it up, and he could still get some red.

Shaking off his clothes, Zhao Qingnan only felt that something was wrong.

glanced at the clothes, and then looked at Jia Fangfang, only to feel that the clothes seemed to be a little smaller.

Jia Yifang is a wealthy businessman, and he has the best food and clothing on weekdays, and this person is also very rich.

Instructed Jia's housekeeper to take a piece of clothing that he usually wore and made a comparison.

It's a lot smaller.

Immediately said in a cold voice: "This dress is not from Jia Fang." ”

Hearing this, Long Yingtai was completely stunned.

Xiao Junyi, who was on the side, saw Zhao Qingnan say this, and immediately frowned: "You said that someone is blaming Jia's side?" ”

Zhao Qingnan nodded: "Maybe it's the same as Ma Jun, the murderer wants us to believe that the person was killed by Jia's side, and he committed suicide in fear of crime." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Shen Liang: "You check, whether the dagger on Jia Fangfang's body is also quenched and boiled." ”

Shen Liang hurriedly squatted down to check the dagger on Jia Fang's chest.

"My lord, it's really good, this dagger is also quenched and boiled."

"It seems that there are other murderers on the Jia side and Qin Tian."

Listening to Zhao Qingnan's words, Xiao Junyi was puzzled: "Since the murderer wants to blame Jia Fang and let Jia Fang bear this charge, why do you want to quench the numbness on the dagger, this is not three hundred taels of silver here, deliberately leaving evidence to tell us that the murderer is not Jia Fang." ”

Hearing this, Long Yingtai didn't think so: "Xia Guan thinks that this murderer is Jia Fangfang himself." He did this because he didn't want to die so painfully, so he deliberately committed suicide with a dagger that was quenched and boiled. If this Qin Tian was killed by him, then it would be normal for him to have hemp boiling on his hands. I found that I couldn't escape, and decided to commit suicide, and it was reasonable that I didn't want to die so painfully, and if it were me, I would definitely choose a less uncomfortable way to commit suicide. ”

Before he finished speaking, seeing Xiao Junyi's cold face, Long Yingtai hurriedly shut up.

"I don't think it's just that simple, the murderer is so deliberate to find this strange effect of the medicine and quench it on the dagger, it must not be so simple as relieving their pain." Zhao Qingnan said, the look in his eyes became more and more cold.

Xiao Junyi on the side immediately reacted.