The public in the yamen of the Song Dynasty had a good sense of protection of the crime scene, and Zhang Gong'an's study was guarded by two officials in front of the door, and when he saw a young man coming over, he was followed by the old man Zhizhou and the head catcher, and hurriedly stepped forward to give a salute. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Huairen did not enter the study immediately, but circled around the room first, and then ordered a few catchers to climb up to the house to see if there were any traces of someone on the roof.

The heavy snowfall that had been falling for many days stopped today, and perhaps it was also busy with Yang Huairen, if the murderer secretly infiltrated Zhang's mansion to commit a crime, then he would definitely leave footprints in the heavy snow, unless he could fly.

After inspecting it, Yang Huairen found that in addition to the snow in front of the main entrance, which was trampled in and out of the house, there were no footprints or other traces around the house, under the windows, and on the roof.

Yang Huairen pushed the door and walked into the study, where there were a few broken dishes on the ground, and a few stalls of viscous liquid like rice porridge that were about to be frozen.

This study has its back to the north and faces south, and is about three zhang long and one zhang wide. Directly opposite the door is a desk, neatly placed pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the clean and tidy table, and behind the desk is a huge bookshelf, which is also full of all kinds of books.

Yang Huairen casually took a few scrolls and flipped through them, and found that except for the part of the book that was exposed to the air and some oxidation and yellowing, the paper inside the scroll was still as white as new, which also verified that Zhang Gong'an was just in the way of face, and the study was arranged in an elegant and decent manner.

On one side, shelves with various colors of porcelain divide the study into two halves, and the outer room is basically not much different from the study of ordinary readers, while the inner room is completely different.

The most shocking thing is that there is a large pool of blood on the ground in the middle of the inner room, it seems that this is the place where the deceased died, Zhang Gong'an's body has been collected in the yamen's mortuary room, leaving only this piece of blood on the ground that has been frozen at low temperature and quickly coagulated.

A bed for resting rests against a windowed wall on the south side, a picture of a lady hangs on the north wall, and an incense burner is placed on an incense table below.

Yang Huairen felt that the interior decoration was very strange. If there is a bed in the study that can be used for a lunch nap, then it is understandable that a picture of a lady can be served, what does it mean?

Zhang Gong'an is a butcher, if you want to worship the ancestor and Zhang Fei? It seems that he has never read any books, so he arranged the outer study to look like a cultural person, but the inner furnishings are very vulgar.

Yang Huairen couldn't help but think of a face, Zhang Gong'an reclined on the couch, admiring the picture of the lady, a few incense sticks lit in the incense burner, and the faint fragrance rose, what happened next, this ...... A little spicy to the eyes.

In the middle of the bed by the window is a small square table, on which are a few dishes of leftover side dishes, such as dried pork and pork ears in sauce, as well as dried fruits such as fennel beans and walnuts.

A few bottles of wine that had been drunk were piled up on the other side of the table, and there were several burlap bags under the table below, which were also filled with various dried fruits that could be taken out and drunk at hand.

There are a few soft pillows on the couch for people to rely on, and a few soft pillows on the inner side are pressed into some deformation, it seems that this is the few that Zhang Gong'an usually likes to lean on.

The window is folded, and the top is pasted with white silk, which may be fresh silk in winter, but the appearance is still brand new, and through the white silk, you can vaguely see the scenery in the courtyard outside the window.

It seems that this Zhang Gong'an is quite petty bourgeoisie, a few pots of wine to drink, a few dishes of wine and side dishes to eat, reclining on the soft pillow on the couch, looking up can see the snowy scenery outside.

Yang Huairen opened the window, checked the window, and found that there was a thin layer of dust on the windowsill, and there were no footprints under the windowsill outside the house, so it seemed that the murderer did not enter and exit through the window.

Since there is no sign of anyone entering the roof or window, the murderer must have swaggered in through the main entrance of the study.

Yang Huairen took a closer look and found that on the white silk on the bed, small square table and window, there were some splatters of blood that had congealed, and it was not surprising that these blood stains should have been left by the splash when the deceased was killed.

There was a shoe stool under the bed, and a pair of Zhang Gong'an's cotton boots were still placed on the stool, next to which were some shells of broad beans and walnuts that he threw away.

Returning to the pool of blood on the ground in the middle of the inner room, the dried blood was obviously spreading outward from the middle position, and the corpse was lying flat in the same position, with its feet facing the direction of the study door.

From the shape of the pool of blood, it can be roughly judged that the deceased Zhang Gongan was tall, at least 1.8 meters tall, and he was strong.

Yang Huairen thought about it, something was wrong here, it had been snowing heavily for several days, and on such a cold day, there was no charcoal stove in this house for heating.

Perhaps it was because the deceased Zhang Gong'an was in strong health, and his body was hot after drinking, so he did not use a charcoal stove to keep warm.

But the ground was very cold, he didn't wear shoes, so he stepped out of bed, plus his body fell facing the door, combined with the judgment that the murderer in front of him walked into the house from the main entrance, Yang Huairen came to a conclusion that the murderer and the deceased knew each other!

An imaginary picture came to his mind: Zhang Gong'an was drinking in his room, and the murderer walked in through the main entrance, perhaps an acquaintance of Zhang Gong'an, or an enemy, which caused him to jump up from the couch and greet the visitor without shoes.

If it was an acquaintance, Zhang Gong'an was defenseless at that time, and the person who entered the house suddenly took out a sharp weapon such as a knife or dagger, and stabbed him in the chest fiercely and continuously, causing him to be injured and fall backwards, and die of excessive blood loss due to punctured internal organs.

If it was an enemy, then this murderer must be a person who knows martial arts, otherwise Zhang Gong'an, a strong man, would not have been killed like this, maybe it was just because it happened very suddenly, and he was unarmed at the time, so he did not make an effective resistance and was killed.

Yang Huairen went to carefully observe the blood stains on the ground, and suddenly made a new discovery. Around the blood stains on the ground, there were some blood-stained footprints.

However, this may also be left by the servants of the Zhang family when they inspected the master's breath, or it may be left by the murderer's negligence, which needs to be further compared.

But there was one thing that made Yang Huairen scratch his head, there were some blood spots around the pool of blood, but after he opened his eyes and observed carefully, he was surprised to find that these blood spots were not splashed in one direction!