Leng Yi squatted down, pointed between Mingyuan's legs, and said, "Here, there are traces of dragging, master, please take a look!" ――Of course, I can't see it clearly, so I need to turn it over. After that, he slowly turned Mingyuan over, pointed to the bluestone slab ground and said: "Here, there are obvious traces of dragging, although it is very short, probably less than the length of a chopstick." But, that's enough to tell! ”

Abbot Juehui looked at him suspiciously, the monks at the door couldn't see it, and they didn't dare to come in without Leng Yi's order, so they could only tiptoe and stick their heads out.

Leng Yi pointed to the deceased's back: "If it is the friction marks caused by the deceased's own struggle, then not only on the buttocks, but also on the back!" However, the deceased's back was not, which indicates that the deceased had been moved! Hold the deceased's armpits with both hands, and drag backwards! ――The question is, what was the purpose of the man dragging the body? ”

Abbot Juehui shook his head blankly, and the monks at the door also looked at each other.

Leng Yi walked to the long table and stood, and said, "The situation should be like this, - when the deceased fell, he did not fall straight and backwards, but his whole body was weak and collapsed to the ground. So, he should be curled up in front of the long table like this. However, if he was curled up like this, it was not easy to give the impression that he suddenly fell ill or fell and died of serious injuries, so this person dragged his body and posed it as if he fell on his back to the sky, so that the back of his head could directly hit the bluestone slab ground and his head broke and bled to death! ”

Jue Hui and the monks at the door were stunned, Jue Hui was stunned for a long time, and finally understood, and said, "What did he move the body for?" Could it be that ...... it was he who murdered Mingyuan and then disguised it as an accident? ”

Leng Yi nodded slowly: "Of course, it is not explanatory to prove that the deceased died of murder, and simply using the corpse to show traces of movement, but I found a stronger evidence." That's a head injury! ”

Leng Yi lifted the head of the corpse, pointed to the contusion on the back of the head, and said, "This wound is located close to the top of the head, not the occipital part of the back of the head, what does this mean?" Leng Yi glanced at [***], looked at the monks at the door, and said slowly: "The only wound is located in this position, if the deceased fell and hit the head to death, then it is not enough for him to tilt his head back, so that he can't hit this part, and he must jump up, and then hit the back of his head obliquely to form this kind of injury!" ――Is this possible? ”

The monks were dumbfounded.

Leng Yi said: "This shows that the injury to the back of the deceased's head was formed by someone slamming it with a blunt object from behind!" So, the deceased should have died of murder, not by accident! ”

Hanging eyebrows and screaming: "This is impossible!" And when we entered, the door and the window were indeed shut, and were bolted from the inside. I could swear! With the doors and windows closed, how did this man go in and kill and move the body? ”

Leng Yi said: "This problem is also the problem that needs to be solved the most. The county believes that if this issue is resolved, the case should be solved. Now, the county can't find a reasonable explanation, as long as the murderer is caught, the murderer will tell us how he killed Mingyuan. ”

Leng Yi slowly walked to the door, looked at a few monks outside the door, and continued: "Actually, there is no need for this county to tell you about these analysis processes, the reason why I told you is just because the murderer is among you!" If anyone finds any clues, please report them to me. Let's find out the murderer together. ”

Several monks immediately looked at each other with vigilant eyes, as if the people around them were murderers.

Abbot Juehui also came over and looked at these disciples one by one. Said: "Among you, who killed Mingyuan?" Hurry up and confess your guilt yourself. I can't imagine that there are such people in our Yinling Temple! It's chilling! Who is it? Turn yourself in! ”

He asked several times in a row, but no one answered.

Juehui turned to look at Leng Yi and saw that he was moving the arms, legs and feet of the deceased, and took off his clothes to inspect his back. I was very puzzled, so I walked over, bent down and said, "Master, this, what are you doing?" ”

Leng Yi had already finished the inspection, stood up, and said, "This county is inspecting the time when the deceased was killed. ”

"You can see this, too?"

"Yes," Leng Yi said, "According to the corpse stiffness, corpse spots, and the body temperature of the corpse, you can roughly know when the deceased died." From what I have just observed, the deceased must have been at dawn (seven to nine o'clock). ――May I ask you, Master, where are you at this time? ”

Abbot Juehui was taken aback, and said in a panic: "The eldest master won't suspect that the old man killed Mingyuan, right?" ”

"It's possible for everyone in the temple! It must be excluded one by one! ”

Abbot Juehui put his palms together and said to Amitabha: "The old man recites the scriptures in the meditation room in the morning. And the old man got up. Chanting until the morning class. Then they said something was wrong. ”

"Can anyone prove it?"

Juehui was stunned for a moment and said in a low voice, "No." There was only one old man, but they all knew it, so they didn't bother the old man at this time. ”

"That means you can't prove you weren't at the scene of the killing?"

Jue Hui nodded with a heavy face.

At this time, the monk Mingkong suddenly said: "I can testify that the abbot master has never come out in the meditation room!" ”

"Oh? Do you prove? How to prove it? Did you see that? ”

"Nope!" Mingkong said: "When I found out that Senior Brother Mingyuan was dead, I was clearing the snow in the backyard, and I saw that the snow at the door of Abbot Juehui was piled up thickly, and there were no footprints, indicating that Abbot Juehui had never come out at all." ”

Leng Yi said: "The wind and snow in the morning are still very big, such a big wind and snow, you still sweep the yard?" ”

"Yes, you can't do it if you don't sweep! The snow is piling up at the door of the house, and no one can get out. ”

"According to you, Abbot Juehui has indeed been in the house all along. He shouldn't be a murderer. Leng Yi glanced at Abbot Juehui, and turned to look at the monk Mingkong: "What about you?" Sweeping the floor all the time? ”

"Yes!" Mingkong said in a low voice: "I have to sweep the whole yard every day......"

"And it's not clean!" The thin man Ming Shou sneered, "He knows how to be lazy!" Never sweep the floor well. ”

The white-bearded old monk interjected: "That's it, let him pour a night pot for my old man, and he also has a hanging face, as if someone owes him." ”

The horse-faced Mingzong said to the white-bearded monk: "You are too lazy, your monk's house is next to the thatched house, and it is okay to pour it at night, and you are still and peeing in the room during the day, who can stand you!" ”

The white-bearded monk said: "This is strange, I helped you speak, but you turned around to talk about me?" Okay, I'll not talk about it! ”

Leng Yi looked at them coldly, and when they didn't say anything, he said to the monk Mingkong: "Who can prove that you have been sweeping the yard today?" ”

Zhike monk Mingkong was stunned for a moment, and said, "They were in the morning class, and they all saw it when they passed by me." ”

"Morning class? When? ”

"The time for morning classes is fixed every day, - every morning (8 a.m.) in winter."

Leng Yi glanced at the abbot: "It's like this every day?" ”

Juehui nodded, "Yes." Every day for half an hour, I had breakfast when I was done, but after the morning class was over, I didn't see the meal, so I went to inspect it and found that the chef Mingyuan was dead. ”

"Do all the temples have to attend the morning class?"

"Yes!" Juehui said: "In addition to knowing the guest monk Mingkong. ”

Ma Yan Mingzong said: "He makes tea and water for everyone." We've all seen it. ”

"Have you been doing it all the time?"

"All the time!" The thin man Mingshou said affirmatively, "After making tea, he sat next to him and listened to us chanting. Heat the water at all times. ”

"Chef Mingyuan doesn't need to participate?"

"No," said Abbot Juehui, "he has to equip breakfast, so he doesn't have to attend the morning class." ”

Leng Yi looked at the Zhike monk Mingkong and said, "Today's morning class, that is, when the morning is at the end of the morning (eight o'clock to nine o'clock), except for the Zhike monk Mingkong and the chef Mingyuan, everyone else participated?" ”

"It's all there!" Juehui said with certainty.

Leng Yi nodded and said: "All the people in the temple, except for the deceased, are in morning classes during the period from the beginning of the morning to the beginning of the morning, which means that the dead are not killed in this short time, and the time of death can be shortened to the beginning of the morning to the beginning of the morning (from seven to eight in the morning). ”